mean low waterfeeling better, writing a little more.
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look into the airDusty's got the most beautiful freckles on the back of his neck, Indie decides one morning, just after waking up. They're lying in bed together, teenage boy sleepover mixed with the ease of brothers, and he wakes up to the sight of them.look into the air
Indie's poet's eye loves them, the way the six or eight of them are spread out, they way they're not perfectly round and a weird shade of tan to be mixing with his best friend's cream colored skin.
Desperately, desperately, he wants to touch them, to see if that small, mostly-hidden bit of skin where Dusty's hair falls onto his neck is as smooth as it looks.
So he does
by ~ah-man-duh
He's the Poison Inside YouFerris buries Shannon on a Wednesday.He's the Poison Inside You
He doesn't bury him in the graveyard, already overflowing with victims of the fever. Instead, Ferris buries his brother out back, behind their grandmother's garden.
Ferris had dressed Shannon in his finest clothes, the ones he almost never wore, according to tradition. It was so unnatural to see his brother in the finery, to see the paleness of death lurking beneath his tan, the blue of his lips. Shakily, Ferris wrapped his brother in the finest linen they own.
It takes him three hours to sew the makeshift coffin of fabric shut. His concentration is muddle
by ~ah-man-duh
from the lights to the pavemenThe world ends on a Tuesday.from the lights to the pavemen
It's not the Armageddon that various religious groups have meticulously planned out for hundreds of years. There's no sulfur raining from the sky or cracks in the surface of the earth that swallow everyone down to hell.
The apocalypse is quiet, due in part to the Anti-Christ causing it. (The religious groups did get that right.)He's more unassuming than you'd expect. Tall and slight, professional hair that every mildly conservative twenty-something year old has. He would be unremarkable, but he isn't, considering he's standing in the middle of what used to be Washington D.C.
by ~ah-man-duh
Score One for Team BromanceDusty wakes up to see Indie standing outside, in the field of mostly weeds but with some wildflowers out back. He's in his boxers, just kind of standing there. He almost looks...pretty, with the dust from the window making his usually sharp edges softer and the new light as the sun comes up turns him gold, makes him look like a fairy prince.Score One for Team Bromance
And Jesus. Dusty shook his head and mentally reminded himself to not drop anymore acid until he stops thinking like some goddamn ten year old girl. He stands up and stretches, he too still in his pajamas, although he's a little more covered up by a raggedy old tee shirt that has holes everywh
by ~ah-man-duh
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"She looked into your eyes,
And saw what lay beneath,
Don't try to save yourself,
The circle is complete"
Hold your Colour - Pendulum
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