IzabelMarrupho

Lilith had never been to a bar. Sure, she used to walk by them all the time back home but, usually, they were infested with football fanatics and loud college students, having nachos and watching games. Here, in this town, it was different. It repelled anyone who did not want to be seen as the quintessential drunk. Home of the lepers. A club, separating saints and sinners. Although nobody seem to acknowledge the group of minors walking, entering the premises, she felt intrusive. Something in the depths of her being told her she shouldn’t be there. This wasn’t the simple fear of being caught in mischief, no. It was something more-

Call Her Mary "You are aware that it's been" the cross-legged man spoke, breaking the almost dead silence, "eight minutes since we started the session and you haven't said one word." he looked away from the watch around his wrist as his white haired brows raised slowly. Doctor Kenneth stared behind thick framed spectacles to the young man across him. He waited for a reaction, an answer, a small sign to reassure he was listening. There was no reply. The man's cerulean gaze seemed locked to the checkerboard floor tiles. "Oh, I know." he said without a direct change of expression, nor eye contact, "We still have a hundred and twelve minutes lef

                          One-Day-Leather: Austin Muddy Limits Oct. 5th-7th, 2009 Armed with an open mind and a little too much energy than what I would probably be needing, that alone seems to suffice today. For the past three months I had waited for this specific date to arrive, since the very first time I held my ticket in hand (otherwise known as Print Pass.) And for the last week of those three long months I spent my days off searching for what would be needed today. The A.C.L. list consisted on the followin