#Loving the deep shadows, something #sinister creeps to the door in the #moonlight, but it doesn’t stop there. It wriggles its way through a crack, a small weakening of the #tension in the frame, and exhales loudly as it oozes in.
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“…helpless against her powerful #allure, he #coiled around her like a–” “Father, you’ve got her loins both #quivering and #ablaze here, and ‘#burrows into her bosom’ is too–Alien.” “Sister Helen, if it weren’t for your #noble editing, the church roof fund would be doomed.”
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“And the award for best belly flop goes to Parker Hanover!” Parker scooted down in his seat. This was not what he’d hoped for from the Amateur Dive Competition. His wife gave him a shove forward. “Take your #wins #where you can get them.” #366FF #flexvss
“Instead of being jealous, you’re celebrating my promotion with #cake and #wine.” “You’ll #dive in and steer the firm out of the current #storm. A toast to you on the #cusp of greatness!” She leaned to give a #glimpse of cleavage to distract from the crystals in his glass.
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“They’re so hopeful,” she said, “like #irises in the #snow.” He rolled his eyes. “Irises don’t grow in snow. Snowdrops do. Hence the name.” His #highfalutin ways were grating on her nerves. Little things do #escalate, she thought. She’d bury him under the irises.
“#Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,” he said. She’d kicked him out of the car after another fight about his drinking and #gambling. He took another swig anyway and certainly felt more fond. Of her, of this place, of everything really. He felt warm nestled in the #snow.
“This heist is a #gamble,” she said, pulling her hair into a #ponytail. “We won’t have the #luxury of time, and we’ll have to be dead #silent.” “It won’t #bloom for another ten years, and I’ll never finish #graduate school without a corpse flower.” Botany, she thought. Who knew.
“It is a #conundrum,” he said, spinning a #coin on the table. “Like the #walrus or the carpenter.” “What?” He shook his head pityingly. “Your profile said you liked poetry.” “Bathroom!” I left the “#high-profile attorney” to his fancy coffee and slipped out the back door.
“So where’s this #gateway between worlds? We’ve been in these woods for an hour. I thought you had directions. You’re just #winging it, aren’t you? I’m going back to the #village. Which way is it?” “Right here. It’s the gateway between life and death.”
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