95: [Sweet Dead Baby Doll]


I watch my baby sister from across the lawn. She has her back to me, soft breeze lilting the tips of her yellow hair. I want to creep closer, but I cannot. A shiver is tracing the contours of my spine as I worry my raw lower lip.

She sits so beautifully still.

My breath is held. My fingers tighten around the knife in my hand, blood silently trickling from where there is too much flesh pressed to the blade. It slides down into the grass causing an almost black splatter in the warm sunlight.

Mother and father are lying in the kitchen. Their throats are cut and their eyes wide with preserved screams. My hand is not shaking.

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Whetting Your Appetites…

Preying On Time has been released, but if you can’t see a reason to clicking your way through for a sample…

Well, here’s the prologue to get you guys started.

Prologue: Running

He ran, fire streaming through his tightened lungs, his eyes wide, pupils dilated with fear, the sound of feral feet thundering not far behind.

Growls tore at his ears from all sides, bouncing as echoes, stabbing his trembling skin. It was like something from a nightmare. If only he could wake up. Hackled laughter issued in his wake, inhuman and derisive with the thrill of the chase. Shivers spiked down his taut spine. Any bravery he had was burning up, disintegrating like the oxygen in his overworked lungs.

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Sofas & Numb Faces

One of which I’m excited about and one of which I wish would wear off. I’ve had some more done at the dentist surgery today. Though, the woman says she’s not a dentist (I think she’s a hygienist or something but it still involves poking around in my mouth, injecting me in the jaw, filling my teeth and generally making me an uncomfortable, nervous wreck).

On the plus side, she tells me that I’m doing good for sitting still and tries to make it less of an ordeal or me than any of my previous dentists have. This is probably why I find it such an awful experience and spend most of my time contorting my fingers and toes whilst lying back in the chair of horror…

Not to over exaggerate or anything.

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If We Won The Lottery

Is a regular topic of conversation in our abode at the minute, which is quite silly, really, as my other half refuses to play unless it’s a rollover. He’s also worked out how much we’d need to win in order for it to be “life changing” and how much interest we would earn off it.

Anyway, I thought I’d share with you guys exactly what we would do (because we probably wouldn’t be the most conventional lottery winners).

On asking my other half what the first thing he’d buy would be, he replied ‘chicken’. By which he meant southern fried chicken take away (one of our favourites to get). He said he’d get that as a treat for us, whereas I thought I’d take us to a nice, slightly more expensive than usual restaurant where it would be quiet enough for the two of us to hear each other without lots and lots of people being there.

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