setitallaflame: heart-on-her-sleeve: “How could you?” Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence, and she cleared her throat before continuing. “Just because I was hurt? That wasn’t your decision to make,” Allie huffed, continuing her path to the main road. The anger bubbled in her chest. That wound would have gotten her into a shelter untilContinue reading
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joannahunts: heart-on-her-sleeve: Tom let his shoulders relax when he heard Jo’s voice, practically dropping his work back before rushing to the kitchen. “You’re here! You’re really here!” His face was plastered with joy, and he ran over and wrapped his arms around her middle, hugging her tightly and spinning them around a few times.. “I thought youContinue reading
spunsugarmusings: Send “Factory Reset” To meet a version of my muse that has no memory of anything from the time their story began. Either try to help them remember, or take advantage of it as you see fit.
spunsugarmusings: Send “Factory Reset” To meet a version of my muse that has no memory of anything from the time their story began. Either try to help them remember, or take advantage of it as you see fit.
joannahunts: heart-on-her-sleeve: It was late, and Tom had stayed at work late because of a 12-car pileup toward the end of his shift. He’d pulled into his driveway to see a light on in the house; a light that wasn’t on when he left for work earlier that day. He panicked and texted Jo, andContinue reading
infiniitefrequency: “I am so sorry for being late Mr. White, traffic was terrible,” Clark apologized, pushing up his glasses before fumbling with his knapsack. “The reports are-” He continued to fumble, eventually pulling out a report encased in a manila folder. “-right here, sir. Just like you asked.” Perry took the folder, giving him aContinue reading
She didn’t lose interest so much as fall asleep. She had her face pressed up against her dad’s chest, tiny little snores escaping her mouth as she kept her grip tight on Jane.
Anons from My Muses Children || Accepting He watched as her eyes grew heavy, and he could tell she was fighting sleep. As Tom continued reading, he felt his daughter grow more and more relaxed until she nuzzled into his chest. When he looked down, she was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling evenlyContinue reading “She didn’t lose interest so much as fall asleep. She had her face pressed up against her dad’s chest, tiny little snores escaping her mouth as she kept her grip tight on Jane.”