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Missing Boy - Phone Message #1
"Hey, 'ey, li'le man. I just wanted to let y'know that the, uh, furniture is all set up an' stuff. All done and ever'thing. Nice li'le set up for such'a small place. I was wonderin' if y'd like to celebrate wit' me. Do a sort of first dinner and slash or dessert t'ing. Lemme know if you wanna, 'kay? Bu-bye." -
A long time coming.
Las Vegas ( Read more... ) -
013. Drunk, Diseased, and Damaged. [random drabble]
Thunder roared in the sky over the cold city of Montreal as the skies cried icy tears upon the streets. Blond strays slicked wet to the skin of a barely clad man, Cameron, as he stood lingering on the fire escape of his inner-city dwelling. The black irons seethed beneath his bare feet and hissed under the shower of rain and ice. Water tinkled off ( Read more... ) -
Well Wishes and Woeful Warnings
Gah! I thought I had beat it! DX Seems I have some sickness. Time to see a doctor for me. Honestly, it's probably nothing beyond a cold. 'Tis the season and all that ( Read more... ) -
012. Fuck or Die
He'd done everything he thought he needed to make sure things went as smooth as possible between he and the Southern Sam. Knives under the sink. Handcuffs behind the nightstand. Benzodiazepine and a syringe taped under the bed. And, as much as he hated it, the .9 mm in the sock drawer. If worst came to worst, all he had to do was scream or bang on ( Read more... ) -
011. Makes Me Wonder [private entry]
There are just so many questions now. I have to admit that I find them all rather intimidating. I promised myself I wouldn't end up like him. That he couldn't influence me like that. And even though I hate him so much for hurting me the way he did, I still love the bastard. I always will. He taught me everything I know about this business and about ( Read more... ) -
010. In a World of Light and Sound
A boy with his mother, hand in hand as they roam up the dirt and gravel parking lot, passing row after row of vehicles. The small cherub face brightens and beams, cheeks rosy with the bite of the nearly winter chill. Tiny legs dance and frolic around the longer pair, an arm tugging at its maternal likeness. Excitement flares from the sky blues, ( Read more... ) -
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