Original

Title: Hypochondriac
Summary: They hand me a pill and tell me I'm cured, but it's only after I swallow that I feel sick.
Note: Chaptered fic that is getting out of hand. Content might change through, but I'll let you know. 4/15

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PART ONE.    PART TWO.    PART THREE.    PART FOUR.
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( HYPOCHONDRIAC - PART FOUR )

Original

Title: Pegs
Summary: Life is circular, but its not always lonely. On roomies and routine.

( Pegs )

            I turn toward the pale hand on my shoulder, following the length of a pale arm to Emma’s face. There’s no limp flower in her hair today, but her smile is just as bright. I try to smile back, face grimacing against the cool wind that whips around us off the lake. Her dress billows violently as we’re cut through, bright crimson searing ( Read more... )

                “Alright David, Dr. Maller’s green-lighted refilling on Renovo, Westra, and Flextrol today. Be sure to take two with a meal. The last one is a two-set pill taken on the same day, once a week.”

I grab the white parchment bag from her hands gratefully, body swiveling towards the door, but she’s still talking to me. ( Read more... )

Okay people, I know that you're thinking "hookay evelyn, wtf with the poetry?"

If it makes you feel better, got a co-authored WEWY in the works. So bam. Fanfiction return.

Original

Title: Space Trippin'
Summary: Idfk. I like space?

I’m just a cosmonaut:

A curious, curious cosmonaut

And the stars are filling up my eyes.

Since space is a final frontier

We’ve got to turn it into a vacation spot!

There’s the Bahamas and Hawaii and now the

Rocket Stop!

And I’m so lucky to be the astronaut

To find our new vacation spot!

I avoid ( Read more... )

Original

Title: Rooftop Lightening
Summary: You always make me nervous.

If April showers bring May flowers,

and we trek up to the highest towers,

We’ll see get to wave hello-

a hapless hello.

And from the balcony, I recall

stepping up to the ledge with you

and fearing the long fall.

And the people- they are watching.

They are hoping ( Read more... )

 This girl was made for wrecking. She hit rock bottom and wouldn’t have caught it without checking. Two finger swipe to the mouth and there’s blood on her flesh; blood on the dress. Blood on the ground and blood on the chest. Blood all around, she thinks, or maybe she needs rest.

So she lays her body on the pavement and lets the ( Read more... )

                The room is crowded and running out of air; head swiveling from side to side, searching for the man that isn’t there. He’s twenty-eight with a kid, my rum-drunk lover: the one from Madrid. He’s got eyes that aren’t blue; a laugh that isn’t you. But in a room this crowded, when there’s no one to be found, he’ll do. It’ll do.

( Read more... )