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  • Sleeplessjim shared from I Walk Alone by Michelle Noble
    She’s very pretty but has scars by her eyes, on her neck, and a few on her hands. The scars look old like she may have been in a car accident when she was younger. A bad accident. The scars were deep and stood out when you looked at her. She has long brown hair with a hint of gray forming at her forehead. She was what I like to call “soccer mom thin.” That’s where a mom is in healthy shape and has a nice body but you can tell she’s a mom with a couple kids at home and a minivan.
  • Sleeplessjim shared from SLEEPY HOLLOW: Rise Headless and Ride (Jason Crane) by Richard Gleaves
    We always jump, you know. People can’t help it. They yell Geronimo, they kiss the girl on the stoop. They step onstage, into the ring, onto the dance floor, into battle. They chip away stone to find the treasure in the tomb. They risk curses and dark magic and failure and fraud. They risk life, and jump. We just can’t, can’t, help it.
  • Sleeplessjim shared from SLEEPY HOLLOW: Rise Headless and Ride (Jason Crane) by Richard Gleaves
    The rooms, somehow, were never what you expected, never how you remembered them from the day before, one square foot too many or too few, a little extra space behind the door or around a corner, just enough for something to be crouching there, watching you.
  • Sleeplessjim shared from SLEEPY HOLLOW: Rise Headless and Ride (Jason Crane) by Richard Gleaves
    The rooms, somehow, were never what you expected, never how you remembered them from the day before, one square foot too many or too few, a little extra space behind the door or around a corner, just enough for something to be crouching there, watching you.
    Note: Shades of Hill House :)
  • Sleeplessjim shared from The Wolf Gift: The Wolf Gift Chronicles (1) by Anne Rice
    Down went the immense animal, its thin graceful legs twitching, its mighty heart pumping, its great gentle dark eye staring unquestioningly at the broken fragments of starry sky above. Woe to you, all living things that appeal to such a heaven for help.
    Note: a question
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