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Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime — Season 2 {Sentence Starters}
Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger (via thedestrcyer)
“—Dad, they said yes! I start on Monday, I’m going to be a research assistant in James’s department! Just – please don’t embarrass me, I’m already going to have to stop Uncle Jake from showing my baby photos to all my coworkers, I don’t need everyone knowing I practically grew up there.”
{ like this for a starter! you can specify a muse, or i can choose one at random – i’m good with either!
“—I don’t think we’ve met. Beka Cooper.” She put a hand on her chest. Calling herself Guardswoman Cooper seemed unnecessary – her uniform, her gorget, her braces, all said it for her. “Have you worked here long?”
“This is a barn. It’s not even blue!”
The shitty farmer ran off, Jack’s gold coins in hand. It had taken him a lot of sneaking to even steal a few. And now he had none.
“That’s not even blue,” Jack repeated, turning to address the nearest stranger, “right? That is not even a blue box.”
“Well, I could see someone making a claim for it being a box – in the general sense of the word, given its four walls and a roof – but I’ll admit, I wouldn’t call it blue. I’m getting a feeling, though – tell me if I’m wrong – that you’re looking for, I don’t know, a blue box? One in particular, or are you just a collector?”
hufflepuff house
“Love all; Trust a few; Do wrong to none.” - William Shakespeare
“ not this hairdryer.” she said clutching the instrument closer to her chest, “why don’t we try to find out which planet this is from and get another one? plus, i am feeling kinda peckish.” plus, knowing the doctor, there is a fifty percent chance the galley will be unusable for a few weeks after the doctor finishes this experiment.
“i don’t think you are ridiculous. i know you are.” she says affectionately. “okay! you will create the machine and i will find us some buyers do the whole marketing part of the business… we could call it…” cocking herhead to the side, a smile spreads across her lips as she tries to think of a funny name. “berrytoast! simple and perfect! or crantoast. toastberry? automatic cranberry toast? nah, the last one is boring.”
“berrytoast!” the doctor declares brightly. she holds her hands out for the hairdryer. “let me have a look – it looks anakemian from here, but there’s a fiddly sign you look for on the bottom to tell for sure. anakemia was the one that had the willy wonka-esque architecture and the bazaars, do you remember? if you insist, we can go back – though i don’t want to lose you in the stalls like that again!”
“Come in, Veronica. Thanks for coming.” Numair straightens behind his desk and smiles at her. “Have a seat. I hope you’ve been enjoying the class? Your contributions have been very interesting.”
Can you hear them? All these people who lived in terror of you and your judgement. All these people who’s ancestors devoted themselves, sacrificed themselves to you. Can you hear them singing? Oh, you like to think you’re a god. You’re not a god, you’re just a parasite, eaten out with jealousy and envy and longing for the lives of other. You feed on them, on the memory of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow!
Lemony Snicket
Go on Anon and tell us something about your life, your crush, school or job, anything- and my muse will give you advice.
The Space We Live In (x)
