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This bathroom saw 2 heartbeats enter. I lay there in the bathtub of a dimly lit apartment, the setting sun kissing the windowsill. I prayed, begged, and bargained with every and any god that would hear me to please let it be over soon. waves of agony flooded over me littered with boats of sickness and guilt as i pushed my back into the cold basin. Push after push, and more pieces of him fell from me. A river of blood pouring from me blended with the shower water falling over me. What little comfort I had through this infernal punishment. My fists were balled immovably in my hair as I cried silent screams. I tried to focus on the guilt just to stay awake, how I had a name for him; how I felt him grow; how sorry I was that my body killed him, how sorry I was that I had to force him out with pills. This bathroom saw 2 heartbeats enter. carelessly my eyes fell backwards as my head thudded on the basin bottom. black. This bathroom saw 2 heartbeats enter, only one left.
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She couldn't stop. Stood, mouth agape; the blinking fridge light warning her to stop. She couldn't help it. it just tasted so good. The dirty, animalistic humanity she couldn't hide any longer. Her insatiable love, no, need drove her to keep eating. consuming more and more flesh. Ripping and tearing at her meal she shoveled in more. her stomach felt like it would burst; one tap and she could break apart,shatter as if she were porcelain, but her unwavering need drove her onwards. "Forbidden meat. More . More" she cackled to herself as she scooped out another section of intestine. other bodies couldn't satisfy her,surely one more will. after all a feast after a successful hunt is customary. And as she feasted on Jamie's brain she knew he would agree to.

"You next"she giggles as she hunches over her next meal. Sam had a beautiful face, it tasted just as good as it looked. Tender and sweet. Gripping his cheek with her teeth she pulled the flesh off. slurping the stringy tissue still clinging to sams face, she grinned a bloody smile. More, she needs more. More victims to read her story, more meat for her feast, more bones for her collection.
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I felt the shiver in my heart, all too familiar but just as strong. I gripped the handle tighter. Even felt my knuckles turn white. His ashy grey face just pissed me off more. I knew I should’ve sharpened this before I left. I just got too excited; it's such a shame I had to pick this one. Guess you should’ve taken longer before coming back in the room. I worked so hard on this special batch, picking the mushrooms myself; who knew something so deadly could grow somewhere so serene. You know, once in a drink you can't taste the mushroom, in fact, I think it would taste ever so nice, but you had to waste my wine. WHY WONT THIS KNIFE CUT! This would’ve been painless and quiet. I tried so hard not to ruin that "pretty" face... You know, patience is a virtue. Not long now, I promise. Just got to get to that brain, I'll be gentle. Don't worry, those ropes should hold. Now don’t cry, you’ll get the blindfold all wet and that’s just no fun. One more jab and I'll try to aim for the chest this time. Let's see if you really are heartless. Oh look at those brilliant white bones. The flesh just peels off so softly, I'll clean up after. I'm going to need a ladder, though. Those ceiling spots won't get themselves. I wonder how much flesh I've torn already? Hmm, I guess you weren’t heartless after all. No more beats, huh? You're awfully quiet now.
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Long ago, before the earth had forests or deserts, there were two stars who burned side by side in the velvet sky. Their names were Frankie and River, children of the shape-shifting moon. She loved them dearly, letting them glitter close to her golden face, and at night she sang to them the lullabies of eternity.

But stars are not always still. When too many stars feel joy or sorrow at once, their tears drift into the heavens as stardust. And sometimes, just sometimes, that stardust remembers how to breathe.

Frankie and River were born of such a moment, when the cosmos itself overflowed with feeling.

One night, Frankie peered down upon the earth and saw a pair of baby bunnies struggling in the dark waters of a forest lake. His soft heart could not bear it. Without hesitation, he leapt from the sky. He fell like a golden arrow and struck the lake’s surface, scattering his own starlight. The bunnies were saved.

Yet Frankie discovered that he could not return to the sky. The lake had claimed him, binding him to its streams. The forest folk soon noticed strange wonders: whenever someone slipped into a lake or river, Frankie’s starlit form would rise from the water to guide them safely home. Believing him a fae spirit, the villagers cast offerings of gold and silver into the waters, hoping to earn his favor. Frankie only smiled gently, gathering no treasure but the joy of saving lives.

Still, he longed for home. In the quiet nights, he folded bits of bark and reed into little paper airplanes and cast them toward the stars. His longing was so great that one evening, a plane struck River, and she tumbled down from the heavens into the earth’s desert sands.

River was fire and laughter where Frankie was calm and quiet. But falling burned her light. To keep her alive, Frankie gave her half his own stardust in a meditation so deep that the moon herself held her breath. River awoke, blinking and grinning, her spirit restored.

From then on, the siblings bec
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Long ago, before the earth had forests or deserts, there were two stars who burned side by side in the velvet sky. Their names were Frankie and River, children of the shape-shifting moon. She loved them dearly, letting them glitter close to her golden face, and at night she sang to them the lullabies of eternity.But stars are not always still. When too many stars feel joy or sorrow at once, their tears drift into the heavens as stardust. And sometimes, just sometimes, that stardust remembers how to breathe.Frankie and River were born of such a moment, when the cosmos itself overflowed with feeling.
One night, Frankie peered down upon the earth and saw a pair of baby bunnies struggling in the dark waters of a forest lake. His soft heart could not bear it. Without hesitation, he leapt from the sky. He fell like a golden arrow and struck the lake’s surface, scattering his own starlight. The bunnies were saved.Yet Frankie discovered that he could not return to the sky. The lake had claimed him, binding him to its streams. The forest folk soon noticed strange wonders: whenever someone slipped into a lake or river, Frankie’s starlit form would rise from the water to guide them safely home. Believing him a fae spirit, the villagers cast offerings of gold and silver into the waters, hoping to earn his favor. Frankie only smiled gently, gathering no treasure but the joy of saving lives.Still, he longed for home. In the quiet nights, he folded bits of bark and reed into little paper airplanes and cast them toward the stars. His longing was so great that one evening, a plane struck River, and she tumbled down from the heavens into the earth’s desert sands.River was fire and laughter where Frankie was calm and quiet. But falling burned her light. To keep her alive, Frankie gave her half his own stardust in a meditation so deep that the moon herself held her breath. River awoke, blinking and grinning, her spirit restored.
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