#timidkiller

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This is my first time creating a 'Follow Forever', but I had to reveal those who I have no doubt deserve to be recognised. If you're not already following them, you're missing out on a great opportunity to expand your writing skills (as they take the path of multi-para/novella) and delve into a world of inspiring writers to whom I have the pleasure of knowing.

On a more personal note to the writers I have mentioned: thank you for staying with me, dealing with my madness, and allowing me to experience your style of writing that has greatly influenced my own.

Will Graham crept along the side of the home, the letters branding him as FBi stitched onto his jacket. He had not bothered to wait for backup, knowing the victim inside would surely perish. Pressed near the door, Graham took a short breath before bursting through and checking his corners.

  Fingers strum a gleaming blade, as bare feet walk hypnotically down the barren road, Blythe dead unconscious, as his figure lingers through the night. Though asleep, his hands kindle a switchblade, fingertips caressing the body of the object. Pondering dreamlessly down the secluded street, body unaware of it's surroundings, eyes are sewn shut, blind to the blaring lights that flicker ahead.

  Though not sure how it got there, crimson stains the stainless steel, drips of the liquid painting the road beneath him.

   Unconscious, Blythe dreamed of wielding pain, coursing through his bones. Flares of fire emit from underneath his flesh, setting his tissue to flames. Sockets replace where his eyes were, skin rotting, ashes of flesh peeled off of his visage, as fog blankets the environment around him, a bitter feeling scorching through his body. This hellish other world replaced the setting in which he actually was, inside his body he screamed and clawed to get out, locked within a cage hidden deep within the bowels of his organs. He could feel his steady heartbeat rapid within the walls of the chamber, echoes and thrashes whisk through weary ears. His calls and pleading are mute, not a single word escaping his lips that are sewn shut, thread woven carefully into his pink flesh. 

{ awww you’re so cute omg }