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Lemony x Beatrice Songs | Sometime Around Midnight- The Airborne Toxic Event

vernon; get lost in the rhythm of me

Originally posted by visual-17

Summary: She had less than a month to finish a project she should’ve finished ages ago, and on a whim decides to interview the campus radio show. Little did she know she’d get locked into the Thursday Night Lockdown with a certain campus cutie. Wow I’m sorry I suck at summaries please send help.

Characters: fratboy!Vernon/Original Female + various

Genre: Fluffity fluff (and if you count student stress a lil wittle angst)

Word Count: 5896

01 | 02(?) | 03 (m)(?)

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i. Abandon

Last night I watched the sky bleed from the dark of my bedroom window,

moon-blotches and star-pulp. The city wakes up to the stunning heat of carrion,

gangrene spreads from the words we exchange behind the weakening call of

skin. Last night I watched the sky shrink, felt it stick to the roof of my mouth

like tar. Felt the way your breath changed when I ran my hands along your face,

somewhere I think we’re building a home of wax and sticks, somewhere the

walls grow vines of cherry and the kitchen sings to us. Do you remember what

it’s like to feel? What it’s like to groan and knead and punch and scream? The 

only thing that’s left is the delirium of the acoustical, the silence of trees. Radio 

blips and dirty drains. A creature within the pipelines. Someone else’s 

daughters sleeping in our beds. Your voice like morning snow, and your empty

promises of eternities. How we were sheltered in spiderwebs, excluding 

ourselves from the world of the living. Lost in phantasms, facsimiles of 

slow-rotting teeth and another series of bad dates you want to upload on the 

internet. You tell me that someday I’ll grow out of it, but maybe my chrysalis is

malfunctioning. Maybe you can’t save me. Maybe I’ll stay here and reminisce,

I’ll wallow my life away, stuck in routines of arbitrary stillness. Then someday I’ll 

wake, and write a novel about what it means to live in the dead man’s womb.

Speak Now - A Joshiferrecs Submission

This is written by anonymous. I tried to find out who it was, but no one responded to me. If you wrote this story and want your name on it, please let me know. Thanks, ~J

Speak Now

I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in
On a white veil occasion
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl…
“If anyone here present knows of a reason why these two people should not or cannot be lawfully married speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

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