i read a fanfic.
it was a Bleach fanfic.
i read a fanfic.
ABOUT PONIES
I read (lotsa) things
written by a Byrdbrain.
[collapse=Holy Wall of Text Batman!]I woke up with a jolt in the middle of the night, hearing a noise that sounded like a rock being scraped repeatedly. When following the noise within my house I found myself at the ront of the bathroom door. The mysterious noise became louder and an occasional splatter sound was heard from where I stood.
Opening the door to peer inside, a strange man came to my view. He was in front of the bathroom mirror jabbing something in and out of his mouth. That is what the scraping noise came from. And that splashing sound...blood flew out from the stranger's mouth, landing in droplets on my mirror, puddling and sliding down the sides my white sink, which dripped off to pool on the floor and on his bare feet.
I opened the door wider to enter. "Hey, who are you? How come you're in my house?" I asked the man.
He turned to me and I saw that his cheeks were torn up gruesomely, the split nearly reaching to the ears. It was also apparent to me that his gums were ripped to shreds and some of his teeth were badly chipped or hanging by the roots.
The man pulled out whatever he had in his mouth in the first place.
"Do you mind if I borrow this?" he asks me, more blood spilling forth and a couple of teeth coming loose from their damaged threads.
He had my old-fashioned razor blade in his hand...
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Scratching at my neck, I began to wonder what time it was, or whether it is even worthy of my own time being here in the first place. Truthfully, I really do not have anything else to do except wait... but my patience is growing thin for them to show up at what I hope is before the appropriate hour. I am waiting for someone at a sidewalk curb, pacing back and forth for their arrival. A few people walking past me gave me worried glances when I abruptly stopped whatever I was doing to glare back at them, believing they were interfering the motion of my arrival.
I stared down at my left hand after they have left, turning it over so that the palm was facing towards me. A stitch could be seen sewn vertically from my middle finger to the wrist, bleeding slightly since the procedure was only done just this morning. I have woken up late at that time, and it only made more minutes go to waste as I had to close up my hand, even if it was in a rush. Brushing my fingers against the long stitch, I have smeared a bit of blood on the tips, which I licked off casually before pacing in impatience once more with the injured hand stuffed in one of my jeans pockets.
"She should have been here by now," I said to myself, scratching at my neck again in a fret. "At least I think she is supposed to be here by now..." As I continued to scratch, I have noticed that the irritated spot has become swollen. It almost felt like a hard bulge underneath the skin of my lower jaw. I then pressed my uninjured hand onto the strange swelling, feeling it throb under the pressure... and hearing something inside that sounded almost like ticking.
The awkward moment was broken when I seemed to hear someone coming from behind me. I looked to see who it is, hoping that it would finally be my arrival, but it was only another group of people. My hand was placed over the swelling to keep anyone else from seeing it as I prolonged the pressure against it, still hearing the odd ticking from inside. The strange swelling has come to no surprise for me. It has happened before, but it is still rather aggravating that it has happened again. This is the exact reason why my left hand has been stitched up.
I let out an agitated sigh after the group have left me alone on the curb. "What a waste of time," I told myself, taking my forefinger and thumb to begin squeezing the bulge with tremendous force. This went on until I felt the skin start to split apart and ooze its contents all down my hand. I stopped at this point and dove my fingers into the slit to try and feel around for the heavy structure inside. When I found it, I grabbed hold to it and pulled it through the opening to see if it is what I really thought it is. In my hand was a pocket watch with a thick coat of flesh around it and a vein as its "chain." The only thing that remained untouched from the growth of flesh was the watch's face, where it showed the hands ticking and moving along as it pulsated within my grasp. To my realization as I looked at it, my arrival was not late after all.
Reaching my mouth to the vein attached to the watch, I bit it off and felt the rest of the vein slither back into the slit I made. This seemed to be a lot more cleaner than this morning, where I had the face of another clock protruding from the palm of the left hand. I wiped away some of the blood spilling from the slit and put the malformed pocket watch back into my jeans. Just then, I heard someone else come up from behind me. I cautiously turned my head to make sure it was not another stranger.
"I'm sorry if I am so late," the person told me as they panted, showing signs of running to this destination in a hurry. "I know how you like everything to be right on time."
I placed my hand onto the bleeding skin of my neck before they have noticed it. "No, you're right on time," I told them with a smile.
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Guys I wanna enter that new drawing thing ED is having but I don't have any way of getting drawings online.
I've been thinking of partaking in this Pony drawings... But I don't know how to even start off with a Pony Model, plus for what i'd draw it'd be inhumane to the normal eye.
