dripping in fear. The teeth sink into his neck and he’s slowly, agonizingly, snuffed out.*
*i come to on the floor, back slumped against a wall and half a bottle of liquid courage seeping into my rug.*
Right then, guess that’s the end of me puttin’ this off.
@modbuffy
That Vision Thing
*The tearing starts at the corner of my eye. My palm rushes to apply pressure as if to a wound but there is none. It spreads backwards like lightning strikes. I shake and convulse unable to do anything but witness.*
*He’s tall with dark hair, long nose and