Nano Chapter 2 - Doctor Weiss- The doctor watched the tape over and over again, knotting his fingers in his pale, white locks. His patient was writing letters, that much he knew, but to who? His dead wife was out of the question, probably, because X seemed a little too smart for that. Unless he couldn't come to terms with the fact that he had brutally murdered his spouse. But Weiss wouldn't know unless he pushed, and if he pushed, he was sure to lose the vague trust he had established. He sighed roughly, laying his head in his hands. His phone rang off in the dense haze of his whirring thoughts. He resigned himself to reclining back and letting
TangentialityHitched up on your tangential wordsto me of mefor meSometimes they are Licentious. Compelling.Provocative.But have little value or worthempty.smothering.chastising.I smirk as I realizethat the lines you've drawnwith yourperspective arewarped.veneficial.exaggerated.And as you're struggling for another vantage point,I've already locked my teeth into your jugular.Maybe you should have bought that pearl choker after all.
All that's Left -Wylder NaNo '11- Blue eyes took a drag of his nub of a cigarette, blowing out the smoke after feeling a twinge of relief that was the burn and the seeping of the nicotine into his bloodstream, maybe even between his neurons. His hand clasped firmly to his chainsaw, blade digging into the dirt as he leaned against the building. Another long, longing drag before he dropped it, smothering it out with the toe of his shoe. He let out a half scoff as he blew out the rest of the smoke. Currently, in the midst of the end of the world, he didn't seem to care what he did to ruin his lungs. That pissed Flynt off. "When we
Keeping SecretsLime is your lip color. Your eyeshadow is saphire. Your eyes are goldenand your voice is agonizing.Your french manicured nails leave red scratch marks as you reach for me.Subtle isn't your nature,your middle name is sure as hell not discreet.It's Jamie.But you only told me this secret to keep me wrapped around your fingerYour mother used your middle name to keep control of youso now I have it to use it against you.But you have mineso maybe we're even.We'll play rock-paper-scissors in my backyard againbefore you take your stiletto heels and cutmy heart out.Don't worry. I don't bleed.But as a last utt
PoisonI tasted your lip-spilled lieas it stained your red t-shirt.It flows from your mouth freely before you can stop it.No - no, don't stop now,I want to know just how far you can weave.Before you're entangled.Your honey-sweetened words flit past your teethbefore you clamp them shut and look at meyour eyes begging me.Believe this one, just this once, trust me.I nod and smile, but there's little you can doto mend my doubts now. My fixation is shattered on the floor.Pretty liar, love, speak moreyour lies are intoxicating.Before you know it,you've drowned.I've been there.I've no throat.It's what I get for swall
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