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Pretty Little Dead Things: A Few More Days
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Pretty Little Dead Things. A Few More Days. Posted by J. Watson. Tuesday, January 22, 2013. She was really starting to worry about him now. It had been 6 days, and still he couldn't get out of bed. His skin had turned a pallid, grey color, and any attempt at getting him to eat had been futile. Even her homemade chicken soup, his favorite dish by far, had dribbled down hid chin as she fed him. He seemed unable to swallow, the terrified look in his eyes a sure sign that he knew something was wrong.
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Pretty Little Dead Things: January 2014
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Pretty Little Dead Things. Posted by J. Watson. Friday, January 10, 2014. A thousand times a day I yell at him to shut up, but he ignores my every word. My cries for quiet tend to make him all the more vocal, and I wonder why it is that I have put up with him for so long. It's when I reach that breaking point that I remember.sometimes he is right, sometimes his words ring ever so true. Can you see, now? I remember him asking. I see nothing," my feeble reply. Sure, I hung the hooks in every room as he had...
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Pretty Little Dead Things: January 2013
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Pretty Little Dead Things. Posted by J. Watson. Wednesday, January 30, 2013. There was nothing he could do to block out the the sound of that incessant nightly howling. The strangled mewling always seemed to find a way to penetrate the layer of pillows and blankets he wedged around his ears. That big old ginger tom seemed to know when he was trying to blot out the sound, as his feline caterwauling would reach all new decibel levels with every failed attempt. A Few More Days. Posted by J. Watson. That was...
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Pretty Little Dead Things: February 2013
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Pretty Little Dead Things. Posted by J. Watson. Wednesday, February 20, 2013. The eyes shifted ever so slightly in a quick up and down motion. "Chardonnay," he said. Any particular fucking year, man? The bartender asked with a laugh. Whatever you have is fine, just bring me a Chardonnay.". Unblinking, the man dropped a ten on the bar, the note as pristine and clean as his suit. "Keep the rest.". The bartender flicked the man a small, one finger gun salute before moving on to the next person at the bar.
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Pretty Little Dead Things: Scurry
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Pretty Little Dead Things. Posted by J. Watson. Tuesday, January 8, 2013. It all started with her insistence that we move into that house. She used words like “charming” and “rustic,” where I would have used “horror” and “foreboding.” She sensed my reluctance to embrace the place, but as usual I shirked her questions and shrugged. How could I explain that the place felt wrong to me? I couldn’t, so I kept quiet. January 13, 2013 at 3:59 PM. 8592; Newer Post. Older Post →. View my complete profile. Pretty ...
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Pretty Little Dead Things: Chef's Special
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Pretty Little Dead Things. Posted by J. Watson. Wednesday, February 6, 2013. She looked across the expanse of the massive wooden desk, a slack-jawed expression written across her face, trying to make sure she had heard him properly. The man smiled and repeated the words once more, "Congratulations Miss Stephenson, you are the new Executive Chef of Krave.". Reaching across the desk, he shook her hand perfunctorily as she muttered a totally inadequate, "Thank you.". She started to regain some of her compos...
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Pretty Little Dead Things: Last Breath
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Pretty Little Dead Things. Posted by J. Watson. Tuesday, January 15, 2013. IN, OUT…IN,OUT….IN, OUT…….IN,OUT……………….IN…. He felt each labored breath drag out a little longer with each wracking exhale….OUT. The curtain was about to fall and suddenly his life felt small and somehow incomplete….IN…. He had always believed that he would know when his last breath would come, so now he held it and closed his eyes, delaying that final exhale as long as his ravaged lungs would allow….and he dreamed…. Horror Link D...
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Pretty Little Dead Things: The Voice
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Pretty Little Dead Things. Posted by J. Watson. Friday, January 10, 2014. A thousand times a day I yell at him to shut up, but he ignores my every word. My cries for quiet tend to make him all the more vocal, and I wonder why it is that I have put up with him for so long. It's when I reach that breaking point that I remember.sometimes he is right, sometimes his words ring ever so true. Can you see, now? I remember him asking. I see nothing," my feeble reply. Sure, I hung the hooks in every room as he had...
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Pretty Little Dead Things: The Cats Meow
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Pretty Little Dead Things. Posted by J. Watson. Wednesday, January 30, 2013. There was nothing he could do to block out the the sound of that incessant nightly howling. The strangled mewling always seemed to find a way to penetrate the layer of pillows and blankets he wedged around his ears. That big old ginger tom seemed to know when he was trying to blot out the sound, as his feline caterwauling would reach all new decibel levels with every failed attempt. January 31, 2013 at 3:58 PM. 8592; Newer Post.
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Pretty Little Dead Things: Chardonnay
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Pretty Little Dead Things. Posted by J. Watson. Wednesday, February 20, 2013. The eyes shifted ever so slightly in a quick up and down motion. "Chardonnay," he said. Any particular fucking year, man? The bartender asked with a laugh. Whatever you have is fine, just bring me a Chardonnay.". Unblinking, the man dropped a ten on the bar, the note as pristine and clean as his suit. "Keep the rest.". The bartender flicked the man a small, one finger gun salute before moving on to the next person at the bar.
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