But so too do many stories start when filled with wayward teenagers and boring l
But so too do many stories start when filled with wayward teenagers and boring little towns surrounded by nothing, stuck dead center in the middle of nowhere. Young things struck with boredom feel dangerously susceptible to darker events. Adrenaline comes and goes. Goes, mostly. Leaving just about any teenager hungry to chase that rush over and over again. But what makes this a distinction from other tales you may have read, other stories with feral children and the emptiness within with they live, is a single word. Accidental. For when two children climbed into a rusted out, smoke spewing car within their home so fondly nicknamed Nowheretown, Arizona, they did not intend to end a life. There was a hunger for excitement, but not brutality in their hearts at the creeping hour of midnight. Or was it one am? Or earlier even than that, simply somewhere within the twilight hours? Ah, well. It doesn’t matter, does it? TAG LIST // @skeletongrrl / @nouveauweird / @castormay / @omgbrekkerkaz / @nerocael / @liarede / @viciousvenganza / @thekrakenauthor / @faerisms / @valentinewrote / @slothwrter / @rose-platter-writes / @maskedlady / @wherearethecrabs / @suswriting / @tobiwestport / @thegrievingyoung / @nyxnevin / @holotones / @writinginslowmotion / @uhngelic / @kowlazovdi / @lacehiraeth / @emdrabbles / ASK/DM/REPLY TBA OR REMOVED. -- source link
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