- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm an afternoon and 1am poster lmao
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- - Horror
- Paranormal
- Supernatural
- Biblical
- Sci Fi
- World War I II
- Roman / Greek
- 80s / 90s
- Romance
- Occult
K E L L E R
48 hours with half an hour sleep was a blessing to Calvin. He woke up at 7:30, realizing he had just slept. A thankful mood swept over him as he got out of his bed, praising God for the sleep. The tall male walked over to his bathroom, pulling his fingers though his thick hair. After showering quickly and styling his hair loosely, Calvin went to get his medication. "Shit..." He shook the empty bottle. He'd have to stop off at the pharmacy after work.
Calvin sipped on the strongest coffee as he strolled through the building. Caffeine was no doubt awful for his brain in the long term, but Calvin only cared for the short term right now. He sipped the hot liquid as he turned the corner to the counter. Great, a queue. He looked down to his watch, 7PM , surely the pharmacy closed soon?
No matter, Calvin joined the queue, putting a hand into the pocket of his black jeans. His black t-shirt clung tightly to his built frame. He peered across the line, then the guy in front of him. Calvin noted how tall and slim he was, but he had nice hair. He shrugged and turned behind him, accidentally knocking him with his elbow, "Shit, I'm sorry." Calvin said, a tired smile on his face.
48 hours with half an hour sleep was a blessing to Calvin. He woke up at 7:30, realizing he had just slept. A thankful mood swept over him as he got out of his bed, praising God for the sleep. The tall male walked over to his bathroom, pulling his fingers though his thick hair. After showering quickly and styling his hair loosely, Calvin went to get his medication. "Shit..." He shook the empty bottle. He'd have to stop off at the pharmacy after work.
Calvin sipped on the strongest coffee as he strolled through the building. Caffeine was no doubt awful for his brain in the long term, but Calvin only cared for the short term right now. He sipped the hot liquid as he turned the corner to the counter. Great, a queue. He looked down to his watch, 7PM , surely the pharmacy closed soon?
No matter, Calvin joined the queue, putting a hand into the pocket of his black jeans. His black t-shirt clung tightly to his built frame. He peered across the line, then the guy in front of him. Calvin noted how tall and slim he was, but he had nice hair. He shrugged and turned behind him, accidentally knocking him with his elbow, "Shit, I'm sorry." Calvin said, a tired smile on his face.
T R O Y
Parties always made Parker extra nervous. The music was always so loud so he could never whisper. People were everywhere, giving him weird looks as he accidentally gave them back. The only reason he agreed to come was the promise of scoring free coke. And that always got Parker on board.
His lower lip tightened as he upper lip twitched. Parker stared at the carpet, hoping people wouldn't see. He waited for it to stop spasming before he chugged the beer in his cup. He needed at least three more cups before he started to feel the effect.
With that in mind, Parker shuffled through the crowds towards the kitchen, in search for whatever drink there was. He rifled through the fridge of the unknown owner, picking up another beer. Parker sighed, hoping his friends would appear with the drug soon. He was released from the hospital a month ago, and got sober for a month and two days. If his sponsor found out, Parker would be straight back into the hospital. But nobody at this party would know, right?
@Fuufy
Parties always made Parker extra nervous. The music was always so loud so he could never whisper. People were everywhere, giving him weird looks as he accidentally gave them back. The only reason he agreed to come was the promise of scoring free coke. And that always got Parker on board.
His lower lip tightened as he upper lip twitched. Parker stared at the carpet, hoping people wouldn't see. He waited for it to stop spasming before he chugged the beer in his cup. He needed at least three more cups before he started to feel the effect.
With that in mind, Parker shuffled through the crowds towards the kitchen, in search for whatever drink there was. He rifled through the fridge of the unknown owner, picking up another beer. Parker sighed, hoping his friends would appear with the drug soon. He was released from the hospital a month ago, and got sober for a month and two days. If his sponsor found out, Parker would be straight back into the hospital. But nobody at this party would know, right?
@Fuufy
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