Friday, May 15, 2020

The Death Of Black Shorts - 1886 Words

I giggle, holding Wolf s hand as we walk down the sidewalk. I am Amlyssa, blue-eyed, with wild blonde hair that flows down my back, the tips a light purple. I am soft-spoken, sweet, a little angel. But most of all, to everyone I meet, I am Wolf s girlfriend. It took me about thirty minutes to become her. I m five inches shorter than Misty, just 5 7, so she shrank her size down. She morphed her face into my slightly more childish features, turning her eyes into my pools of blue. her dark hair changed into my wild mane of blonde, the unnatural tips having been saved in her mind, which was the only reason she could do it without hair dye. Than she, Misty, was me. I had put on a top with a soft cottony corset around my torso, and†¦show more content†¦He nudges me and I look at him, then at the restaurant we re walking towards. It s modern, but with a gothic touch. A dark, concrete exterior with off white window trim and Victorian swirls covering them. The sign reads Alimente. How did you know about this place? I ask, letting my hair fall into my face. There was a Satanist who worked here... She may still do... But anyway, Satan bribed her into taking food from the kitchens, on the busy days, so it wasn t as noticed. It went on like that for a few months... He runs his hand through his hair, Until Jane almost got me shot. Then I had to leave. I look at him. Why here, of all places? It was pretty far... Kinda, from where I was living for 8 fucking terrible years of my life, in Northern California. Besides, I could blend in more, and there was a lot of food places. I giggle. That s what you remember? Hey, I might be a killer who happens to have a soul attachment to Satan, but I m still a teenage boy. He chuckles as he pulls open the door handle. I follow him into the restaurant, looking at the room around me. There... White stone ceilings, white stone walls, pictures of Dracula, Vlad the Impaler, and other vampires all around me, and more gothic versions of modern house windows. I smile and look at the clerk. Male, looks relatively normal. Hair is slicked back. He s about an inch

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