ICE SCREAM GAMENo it's not a PC game but an online interactive one.More Like This
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A Human, Her Owner, and the Writers 3Author's Note: This is part 3 of a round robin style writing project. Please refer to the comment below for more explanation~More Like This
This girl was so damn tiny. I suddenly wondered how so many people managed to care for humans at all, with how thin their limbs were, how fragile they looked. And, clearly, how easily they could cut themselves on a little piece of glass. I curled my fingers around her lower half in a gentle grip so she wouldn’t fall, and got to my feet.
I had to ignore the way that made her tremble a little. I didn’t trust myself to hold my hand palm up with as freaking tired as I was. She was safer this way.
I made my way into the kitchen and flicked on the lights. I glanced down at Evangeline to check on her, and caught her blinking owlishly from the sudden brilliance. With a smirk I set her down on the counter. She managed to look both relieved and apprehensive once her feet were on solid groun
A Human, Her Owner, and the Writers ch. 2 Morgans POVMore Like This
---- “So…anything huh?” She nodded, “Good to know.”
She looked up at me with big blue, glassy eyes, quickly acknowledging my statement before shyly looking back at her bare feet. I didn't really know what else to say at this point. I mean , it's not every day that you just up and find a human wandering around and breaking things in your house.
First of all, most people just bought humans at those fancy pet stores. This one didn't look very different then the rest of them, but she was a bit more timid. But I guess there was something a bit endearing about that.
I couldn't help but wonder, who the hell decided they'd just go and buy me a human without even telling me about it? And the human, er, Evangeline, didn't even know who it was either. I inwardly groaned, groggily running my hand through my dark auburn hair. Well, this was nothing short of inconvenient. Not to mention the fact that it was fucking 3:00
A Human, Her Owner, and the Writers-Ch.1In the dead of the night, the last thing you want to hear is something moving; something walking, scurrying, footsteps moving somewhere in your own home. It’s unsettling, especially when you’re supposed to be resting and more importantly letting your guard down.More Like This
That night I had woken up around three, still tired but more or less, awake. It wasn’t the most common thing for me to wake up in the middle of the night either, but it did happen from time to time. Whenever it did however, I usually got up, drunk a glass of water, and got back into bed: reading a book or listening to the radio for about fifteen minutes before again, being out like a light.
That night I did the same thing or at least, that was the plan.
It was during my walk back to my room that I heard it. No, I didn’t hear little pitter-patter steps or the creaking of wood. What I heard was a crash, something toppling over and falling onto the ground, most likely broken now.
Immediately my brows furrow