[A couple content warnings this time around. Lots of swearing, as per usual, and this is intended for mature-ish audiences. There is one(1) mention of boners and nothing is done about it. Have fun.]
âHowâd you get past security with a brick of lead in your bag?âÂ
Tyson sounds tired, deadbeat and quiet. Sergei laughs softly despite the newly dour mood, ducking his head before saying, âNo lead...
[A few content warnings. This work contains one offhanded mention of mature content, and a _lot_ of swearing, as well as the typical violence that comes with action bits. Other than that, this is just a snapshot of a larger piece that i'm working on.]
Being shot is, as Tyson has found out, not a very good feeling.Â
Especially since the bullet is still in him and he can slowly feel the burnin...
killed a man
got shiny blood on my ankles
and shiny blood on my hands
iâve been crucified with a halo over my head
why do you worship me so, like the sun
but don't you know that the sun gets lonely up there
slowly expanding
slowly dying
just like you?
donât you know that the sun will kill us someday?...
all the stars are going out
who will be my guiding light
where will i look when i donât know where to go
where is our new rising star
where is the one like us
because iâm not ready for it to be me
i don't want it to be me
does it have to be me?
sun's not down yetÂ
but itâs getting to be late in the afternoon
stars shine long after theyâre dead
but when will we see new ones blink into existence...
i never forget
to put my name on my papers
because some day
someone will see
what i got right
and what i got wrong
and they will know
a little bit
of me
with the chairs covered in moss
and the desks still lined up in rows
and the walls now long crumbled
all you will hear is the absence of our voices
all you will hear is our silence
but you don't have to hear us
to know who we are....
i am a monster
i like to bite and claw and kill
i don't use my hands,
the government gives me what i need
my mother tells me
âwake up, son
it is time for schoolâ
my backpack is heavier than usual
you are a monster
you made me bite and claw and kill
you tied my hands,
you gave me what i needed
you made a monster
you made a murderer
you are a murderer
repent...
Not the actual prompt. Somewhat inspired, but mainly the setting. Enjoy the unknown and uncanny.
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It was stupid, really. It was just a single, malfunctioned frame from that old trail camera, the broken one marked GT4- game trail 4. Was a stupid idea to go hunting with that thing as our play-pretend motivator. Wasnât so pretend in the end.
What a dumb way to die, if heâd got me, but he didnât...
"Hey, Marcus-"
"What are you doing here?"
"Pal, I need'a confess somethin'.. I did it."
"Did what? What the fuck happened, Nick?"
"I'll tell ye, after I'm proper drunk."
Nicholas eyed the bar that stood a couple yards behind the man blocking the door. After a minute-long staredown, Nick finally gave up on trying to convince Marc and just pushed past him with little resistance...
