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|MAILBOX|
Mailbox for Mitchell.
Leave your messages here.
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He paid close attention to everything Mitchell did and he reacted like he thought he should. He leaned into touches, touched the man where he got the best response...this was his job and he was good at it. Fagin's best. It was some kind of sick joke that even after a year of being on the island, none of it had left him. He ( Read more... ) -
|give me a chance to hold on|
He didn't know how much time had passed since his argument with Sookie. His dark thoughts cycled, one leading to another leading to another, a spiral of hate and sorrow and loneliness until he forgot the bed that he sat on, the hut he was in. For all that it mattered, Mitchell might as well had been back in Bristol. It didn't feel any different. ( Read more... ) -
|Ding, Dong, the Vampire King is Dead|
The thing about life as a human that Mitchell was realizing was that the bumps in the road turned out to be a whole lot more stressful from this end. Not that he hadn't had his fair share (less than, really) of heartache, stress and worry as a vampire back home. But through all that, every heartbreaking, earth-shattering, life-changing thing, the ( Read more... ) -
|COUNCIL BID|
John Mitchell for Council - 2011 -
|MOVIE DATE|
It was a date, but it wasn't. It really, really wasn't. Mitchell kept reminding himself of this over and over, but the word kept creeping up and sticking itself in his brain. There are some stupid mistakes that, no matter how much you tell yourself they're stupid and that you should forget about them, only keep coming back to you. In fact, ( Read more... ) -
|DEBUT|
He barreled down the halls, blind with rage, stolen blood beating fast through his veins. He'd feasted today, and it was a good thing too. He would need all that power when he ripped the still-beating heart from Kemp's chest ( Read more... ) -
|I REMEMBER... |
Start writing with some version of the phrase "I remember" (Perspective and tense can be changed). Write for at least ten minutes, or 500 words.
I remember my first taste of blood. Not Herrick's blood though that's technically my first taste, but I was near to passing out then, darkness was closing in and I already felt numb all over so all I ( Read more... )