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Seth - part 6
"Can I help you?" the attendant asked, smiling as I set the plastic bag on the counter. Judging by his age and the nametag he wore, this must be the owner. Great.
"I just need to return my tux," I said casually.
He glanced from me to the floor and back up to meet my eyes. A look of annoyed confusion rose to his face for a split second, only to be quickly replaced by the same polite mask as before. Although he hid it well, I could sense he was running on little sleep and could smell waves of stress rolling off him like a dense fog. I cringed inwardly at what I was about to do.
"Ok. Would you like me to have someone come out to your vehicle and grab that for you?" he responded in the same smiling, p
Seth - part 7
Bright sunlight shone through the window and onto my closed eyes. I awoke, blinked a few times, then sat up. It's amazing what a little good rest can do for a person; no matter how bad something is, a couple hours of sleep has a way of making it all feel so distant. In fact, I didn't feel half bad despite yesterday; the only real difference from any other morning was an intense hunger similar to when I first regained consciousness yesterday after being shot, and my missing hand which, to my amazement, had already started to regrow. Even my missing teeth had all come back in.
I simply sat there for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of air moving solidly in and out of my lungs, blood flowing through my veins, and the warm sun filtering through the trees by the window onto my fur I heard birds singing out in the trees, and mom bustling around
Seth - part 12
"Jack," came a distracted greeting from within.
"Harper," responded Jack just as briefly.
From where I was crouched I saw Jack pivot his foot on its heel, toe rotating a couple times towards the open door to motion me inside. Bent as low as I could go without crawling, I edged around him and into the room: a heavy oak desk safely concealing me from Harper's sight. Jack entered the room as the thick door latched shut with a dull clank behind him, then moved casually to take a seat in one of the leather upholstered chairs in the far corner of the room which appeared to be done up as a posh office.
"All that blood and dirt on your clothing; you look terrible," muttered Harper.
Seth - part 8
Later that morning I found myself strapped in the white Suburban with 4 other werewolves heading southbound on I-15. Along with Em's two brothers, I had my head half way out the window to let the wind pull through my tangled blonde hair. I'm sure the girls would have joined in if they could, but Em was sitting beside me in the middle seat and Mrs. Sorensen was driving.
"Where did you say we were going again?" complained Ryan from the front seat, pulling his head halfway back in the window. "I only have so much time left before my next semester starts, and I was hoping to hang out with some friends tonight."
I was reminded of my own college semester that began in a month and a half. I sure hoped that wh
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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