Colours: I don't know how often I should or will update this story. I do have many entries done already, so cool beans. Feel free to leave a comment or a vote, any kind of feedback.
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2.05
Dear Journal,?
I've been awoken by the light pitter-patter of what I can only describe as a turkey stomping on the dead carcass of a baby cactus.
The moon has a bloody aura around it; there's danger among us, at least, that was what mother used to say when she'd send me off to the factory.
I digress, every night I turn on my side and press my body close to Richard. I hold him and pepper his muscular, tan back with kisses; like clockwork, the pattering on the roof begins. I lie frozen for a while, heart drumming wildly, flooding my ears.
Richard by some odd nature, will reach for my hands in his slumber and lace our fingers together, the heat of his contact calming me.
I dream to the footing by some unknown force and the knowledge I am in the arms of a strong, hot, rugged man. The husband to my wife.
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Dear Robbie,
HorrorI've started this diary. No, journal. Yes. To recount the strange occurrences in the manor. To log everything I can to the best of my ability. The thing is I swear I'm going crazy, but it all feels too real, intensely real. Everything is not what it...
