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Bargain

Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2019 6:18 pm
by iwantanewsomething
Some prefer to take the slow way. "Just like falling asleep," as the billboards advertise. (Sleep isn't frightening.)

Honesty

Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2019 1:24 pm
by SoJoeWrote
“You know it’s a succubus, right?”
“Yes,” I replied to my wife as I put my hand in the demon’s. “But at least she admits it.”

Cynics survive

Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2019 10:15 pm
by Ichabod
"Help!" wailed Tina as Zom-boy shambled after. She whispered "Think it'll work?"
"Yess" he hissed "Heero braanes - mm"

Re: Post your Twitfic Twabbles Here! (General Content)

Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2019 11:38 pm
by Suomy Nona
We feel the otherworldly music deep within our bones as midnight arrives. Towards the sea we dance the Cthulhu Shuffle.

Trapped Beneath

Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2019 9:27 pm
by BigDumbYak
The scraping sound drags me from my sleep.
I cannot move. I cannot scream.
I COULD, but I'd wake up the cat.
Death can wait.

Hungry for Affection

Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2019 10:36 pm
by Ichabod
Theory debunked, thought Mother watching Zom-boy. The true way to a man's heart is through the abdomen, under the ribs.

Lao-Z

Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2019 11:02 pm
by Ichabod
Give a man a fish and feed him one day, Mother told Tina.
Have Zom-boy nip him and he'll feast everyday after his lifetime.

Re: Honesty

Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2019 2:04 am
by Ichabod
SoJoeWrote wrote:
Mon Jul 08, 2019 1:24 pm
“You know it’s a succubus, right?”
“Yes,” I replied to my wife as I put my hand in the demon’s. “But at least she admits it.”
Good one 😏

Re: Trapped Beneath

Posted: Sat Jul 13, 2019 9:25 pm
by D00MSDAY
BigDumbYak wrote:
Thu Jul 11, 2019 9:27 pm
The scraping sound drags me from my sleep.
I cannot move. I cannot scream.
I COULD, but I'd wake up the cat.
Death can wait.
That is absolutely awesome (and I can totally relate).

Re: Post your Twitfic Twabbles Here! (General Content)

Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2019 2:44 am
by Suomy Nona
The passion overtakes her as she leans forward, breathing hard.

Her lips press against his lips.

Damn. He is just a frog.

I C U C ME

Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2019 8:41 pm
by Ichabod
I am not afraid of the dark.
Though absolute, I fear it not.
What terrifies me are the approaching widespread amber eyes.

Once and Always

Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2019 11:07 pm
by Ichabod
With a look you won my heart
This taxidermist you enraptured
But you changed; tried to depart
My look's now ever captured

17

Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2019 10:23 pm
by Ichabod
17. 17 is a lot.
The pulse wanes. Crimson spray becomes stream becomes seep.
17? 18 is a lot. I'll quit after 18. Probably.

Re: Post your Twitfic Twabbles Here! (General Content)

Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2019 10:27 pm
by Ichabod
Red pumps in the living room.
Skirt on the stairs.
Bra in the hallway.
Tina knocks "Zom-boy! Eating in your room again!?"

Re: Post your Twitfic Twabbles Here! (General Content)

Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 1:06 pm
by Volga2112
Engines roar, metal dashes in the sky.
Lighting up the clouds, up into the unknown.
Radio silence.

Shameless Pandering

Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2019 4:20 am
by Raziel281
He knew the risk. We had all heard the warnings. But he couldn’t help falling madly in love with the radioactive runaway.

Re: 17

Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2019 4:26 am
by Raziel281
Ichabod wrote:
Wed Jul 24, 2019 10:23 pm
17. 17 is a lot.
The pulse wanes. Crimson spray becomes stream becomes seep.
17? 18 is a lot. I'll quit after 18. Probably.
The lies we tell ourselves... :lol:

Re: Honesty

Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2019 4:27 am
by Raziel281
SoJoeWrote wrote:
Mon Jul 08, 2019 1:24 pm
“You know it’s a succubus, right?”
“Yes,” I replied to my wife as I put my hand in the demon’s. “But at least she admits it.”
Literally lol'd. Thank you! :lol:

Re: Arson

Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2019 6:42 pm
by GraceInYaFace
Flames lap out of the eaves smoke the color of tar turns the sky black, I stand to see my best work wondering who was in there

Klut-z

Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2019 8:38 pm
by Ichabod
Lifeless yet clueless
He clutches at air, runs into walls
Pity the one eyed zombie
Tragically lacking death perception