Suddenly, Olive shuffled into the room. They looked everywhere,
then started to back out- then their eyes landed on the two sitting
there and lit up. They waved.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
Luna walked back into the living room, taking one look at Adrik,
then her backpack. It was in the same position as before; he must
not have looked through it. Luna smiled.
Luna thought her backpack was strange. It was colorful, small, but
it still held all her things.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
With a laugh, I grabbed my laptop and pulled up my writing app.
With every word, there was the clickety clack of keyboard keys.
With a panicked scream, she lunged forward, just barely dodging
a swipe from the hook. She back up until she could no more, feeling
a sudden pull. Next thing she knew, she was in a dark room away
from the monster. She would've thought she was dreaming if not for
the whir of a fan and the clawing sounds on the locked metal
door.
Luna pulled out her phone and zipped the backpack up. She started
scrolling through something, occasionally giggling, and then just
staring at her screen.
she wants to dance like uma thurman /
bury me till i confess
Adrik was in the washroom. He pulled the thing out of his pocket...
a lock. It was one of the locks from the backpack. He pulled out
something from his pocket... wax.
He worked around it, perfecting the key-
And then a click-
He removed the newfound key from the now opened lock with a grim
smile.
Here we go.
to be aesthetic or not to be aesthetic
that is not a question because I am not aesthetic at all and nor is
this signature
"Finally." I finished the sketch and continued writing. She
looked around panicked. "Where am I?" She reached for a light
switch, but it turned on while she searched. "Don't worry it's just
me." She laughed and looked at Chris. "Alright Mr. Hero, what now?"
Even as she teased him, she was formulating a plan.