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February 13, 2012

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{I’m writing this in parts. It’ll be long. I’ll keep submitting them as I write them if you guys like them. | Was too lazy to edit it really well.}

Anna walked down a dimly lit Jersey street, puling her trenchcoat closer together and shivering in the rain. She’d been walking around in the downpour for hours and her feet were bleeding, the metal wires sticking into her heels. While she walked down this street, nearly all the house’s windows were black except one. Hand in her pocket, clutching her stolen army knife, she approached the door and knocked.

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February 13, 2012

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[Jesus Christ, E. This is so great. <3 -Charlie]

It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. His soft lips as they descended upon mine, how quick and sensuous his tongue was as it boldly explored the confines of my mouth. It felt beautiful. I could feel the light sensation as his fingers hovered over my flesh. His actions pulling me closer into him, the once tender kiss becoming feverish, with need and anticipation. My fingers wove themselves into his ebony hair, pulling his head closer, bringing our lips closer (if possible). I couldn’t help as a moan broke through me, only to be immediately swallowed by his hungry mouth. I could feel my knees begin to tremble, I was losing my mind. I pulled away, gasping for breath. Resting my head upon his broad shoulders, cheeks flushed. With every large breath of air, his scent filled me up. The scent itself dancing into my nostrils, pussyfooting along my taste buds. Carefully imprinting itself within my brain, the smell of slight musk and the outdoor already crawling its way to my personal favorite scent.

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{it needs majoring editing. But right now I’m too lazy :P. Old. But I thought hey, why not. ]

[OH MY GOD I AM DYING MORE PLEASE RIGHT NOW. -Charlie]

He glanced over, devious eyes staring into my own. My insides tightened as I held his gaze from across the room, the music seeming to melt into the background, until I could hear nothing but the sound of my loudly beating heart. I could feel the raw intensifying need gnawing in my stomach, pounding in my ears. It was like no one else was in the room, like it was only me and this devious eyed stranger. Gulping, I stood, licking my lips, making my way towards him. Nervously, my fingers pushed my bangs from my eyes, only for them to fall back into place moments later. I grew closer; still we held eye contact, both I imagine hungry, needy. I stopped short from his table, he was alone. And I spoke, the voice erupting from my throat sounding completely foreign.

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February 12, 2012

Let’s Dance

It was a dark day in the city and I had just gone out to a record store. They store was empty except for the salesperson. I was looking at a rack of didgeridoo CD’s when all of the sudden in walked to tall raven-haired figure burst into the store. His eyes were locked on mine the entire time he walked in until he went up the talk to the salesperson. I stared at him intently until I went back to looking at the rack of didgeridoo CD’s. Then all of the sudden the person started taking each vinyl and throwing it everywhere! He went from rack to rack throwing each CD! I was going to say something but the lethargic salesperson looked like he was okay what was happening. When the man was done with throwing each CD out of place he locked his eyes on me and said: “Lets’s Dance.”

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My terrible go at fanfiction.

The door bell rang and Kevin stood from his position on the couch. He peered out the door to see a short, balding older man holding a large box. Kevin pulled the door open, smiling his frighteningly warm smile at the delivery man. “Kevin… Katchadourian?” the man asked, not looking up from his clipboard. Kevin nodded, taking the pen from the man and scrawling something on the clipboard.

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February 12, 2012

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