Brian had become a brony, and it was worse than his friends could have imagined.
They’d
been fooled by Megan, they all had. She seemed harmless enough, a
collegiate Mrs. Potato Head stuffed rudely into a frayed Megatokyo
shirt. Brian’s friends knew things would change after high school.
People experimented, tried new things, sometimes drifted apart. Brian
was 18 now, old enough to try animes responsibly.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The Doctor, The Tailor, The Clown and The Sailor
The shadow came for the fat man around three in the morning.
Kevin Vogt knew it was coming, but the knowing didn’t help. He sucked in great gulps of air, his sweat soaking into the memory foam mattress. The dread came slow, crawling up like pipe organ music in minor key. He felt pressure, like hands or snakes.
He saw the shadow.
Kevin Vogt knew it was coming, but the knowing didn’t help. He sucked in great gulps of air, his sweat soaking into the memory foam mattress. The dread came slow, crawling up like pipe organ music in minor key. He felt pressure, like hands or snakes.
He saw the shadow.
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