Constants and Variables Chapter 9Full CircleMore Like This
The sound of footsteps scuffling out in the main room had you stirring to wake. A muffled conversation buzzes in your ears as you tiredly grab at the cartilage, hoping to stop the noise. You groan and lift your arms, feeling a sudden tightness in one as gauze fell to the blankets. Right, you were injured last night. You lightly scratch at the shallow wound and sigh.
A heavy weight rests on your shoulders and you slump forward. You swipe a hand across your eyes and sigh again, feeling the dried tracks of tears against your cheeks.
"He's here too..." You think, "Just when I thought I was safe."
With aching legs you swing yourself to the edge of the mattress and groan again. You instantly slump over and huff. Getting up this morning feels harder than it should.
Someone knocks at your door.
You attempt to answer but can only vocalize a soft grumble.
"I'm heading out...I uh...Should be back in an hour."
Constants and Variables Chapter 7 CaramelMore Like This
You didn't realize you had fallen asleep until you had woken up again to the sound of slight snoring right in your ear. You slowly open your eyes with a groan and wipe the sleep away from them once again. You look around slowly as you regain your vision. A loud snort catches your attention and you jolt, a pair of arms tighten around you. You twist your neck to look up and see Booker sleeping fitfully with you nestled in his arms like some sort of security blanket.
You begin to mentally debate whether or not to wake him up or just stay there and enjoy the warm feeling racing through your veins. It had been so long since you had felt this way. Your breath hitches and you resettle your head on his chest . A small smile graces your lips as you listen to his healthy and stable heartbeat.
"What are you doing (name)?" You mentally slap yourself "You aren't even in a relationship with this man. Hell, you've only known him for two days. Don't be so i
Lighten Up Mr.DeWitt!It was your favorite past time, dancing. You always had a gift for the art of shuffling around the floor to the music. Most nights down here in Rapture you would twirl across the vinyl floor and dance with anyone whom wanted to. You didn't care if they were a professional or a novice, just dancing brought you so much joy that was contagious to your partners as well. They would often laugh and smile as you stepped to the beat and Lindy-Hopped around.More Like This
You were well known for your skills and had acquired a small fame around the Kashmir. People would come to watch you dance around with the patrons or even offer to dance with you for the next song.
But this night was different, as you spun around in place as the song ended, you noticed a man slumped over at the bar with whiskey in his hand. You didn't like seeing people so downtrodden in such a marvelous place like this, so you brushed down your skirt and trotted over to the sorry looking man at the counter.
Upon closer inspection, you noti
Public imageThe recent shitstorm that hit the gaming industry, and after that pretty much the entire internet after that, has left me a bit frightened to be honest.More Like This
[[ For those that spend the last weeks under a rock, go watch this and read that to view both sites of the matter and form your own opinion -- I'm not gonna do that for you ]]
Of course, we all knew that the internet could be a very nasty place. It has been a nasty place before and pretty much every single one of us knew that there places out there that are better be avoided when you're a sensitive person (or a normal human being with feelings -- however you want to call it). What the recent issue confronted us with, however, that as artists we aren't safe either. I can remember the earlier internet raids. The victims were either big organisat