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TW, CW: BL00D, D3@TH, THEMES OF VIOLENCE She was knelt to the ground, coughing and wheezing. Calphurnia was knelt next to her, patting her back gently, rubbing small circles into it. "Um, Sawyer? You okay?" Riley asked softly, stopping to look behind at her. "You guys go ahead, I'll stay here with her." Cal said, as she looked up at Riley. He shook his head, "No, we can't lose our cleric." He turned to the rest of the group, who stopped a few meters ahead. "We're staying." He shouted. Her black hair covered her face, but when she brought he...
TRIGGER WARNING: THEMES OR MENTIONS OF GORE AND SUICIDE Something’s burning. It fills my senses with smoke, but that was my intention. It has to burn with me. Burn, Burn, Burn. I turned on the stove, walked to my room, opened all the windows and waited. I’ve been sitting here for ten minutes, and fire’s already at my bedroom door, because the wind was carrying it this way. I think about what will happen by the time I’m gone. Someone will call the police, but it will take a while, considering the closest firehouses and police stations are an...
I don’t know what you would describe something such as this, but there’s some stuff in here. Just…take caution. I sit at my dining table— and trip out of my chair, falling butt first on the floor. My hands are shaking. I stand back up, using the delicate table as a balance. I sit at my dining table—and pick up the fork, steeling myself for what comes next. I watch as the fork stabs the food, grimacing at its sound. You wanted this. A voice hisses in the back of my head. “I was hungry.” I mumble. And? “I’m still hungry.” Then eat. I bring th...
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