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Purple and Red Ch.2Duncan's P.O.V.;
I think about her all the time now.
All the time. And I didn't even know her name.
I need to find out her name.
I can't help but feel as though I started on the wrong foot with her. How could I have made things different? I shake my head and try to clear my mind; I need to get some sleep because tomorrow is my first day of school and I don't want to be dead tired. I toss and turn for about another two hours and in a exasperated huff I turn to look at my clock. 2:30. Oh God... I have to get up in three hours to get ready. I give up on lying uselessly in bed and walk down my long stairway to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of milk. After chugging a mixture that's really more chocolate syrup than milk, I walk back upstairs and lie on my bed for just a few minutes before sleep finally claims me.
I wake up to hear blood-curdling screams, and I immediately jump up, ready to defend whatever is screaming- when I realize it's only my screeching alarm clock. I chuckle to myse
Purple and Red Ch.1Bonnie's P.O.V.;
"Alright!" I yelled with an annoyed eye roll, "I'll be safe, bye now!" "Wait, did you remember-" But Slender's worried yells were cut off as I slammed the door shut and stepped outside the gate. Slendy, and all the other Pastas for that matter, were overreacting to say the least. I mean, it was my first solo kill, yes, but I'd killed so many times before with almost all of the others by my side at one point or another, I think it was safe to say I was ready. I rolled my eyes again and set off through the thick woods to hunt for a good place to victimize.
I was floating through the woods near the Pasta Mansion when I saw him for the first time.
As I came upon a small clearing, I heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. I immediately switched to Bonita form in my defensiveness and approached the bushes with caution, only to find a large black wolf with a blonde streak running down its back. Chuckling at my over-defensiveness, I watched the animal with interest for a few mi
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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