Anyone wanna soap?
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Thread Topic: Anyone wanna soap?
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With the soft, quiet begs from people, the driving cars as their wet wheels easily drove against the wet road in which was forming puddles of water all about. Eric fiddled with the head phone's wires as he saw his apartment building come close. The building had old red bricked walls, the doors made of wood rather than glass though eventually, with more money saved up he would be able to upgrade hopefully. A small house would be nice for him and his grandfather. The two shared a special bond, almost inseparable but, soon living the full adult life was quite the ideal for Eric. With a him, he pulled out an golden key from his pockets, opening the door. Soft cries of children filled his ears, the common small talk, the annoying washing machine running, as well as the screaming of other neighbors. Turning the corner with a heavy sigh he passed by the doors with golden numbers printed on them. It was all single or double digits, the building was old but no large.
The thoughts of his beautiful woman, awaiting for him as he began making way to his room. He settled in, letting his objects fall as he approached the canvas. As he had left it, the sketches of the woman's curled hair, somewhat flat chest with nothing more than a black bra on, with scars tracing her slim form. Her face had no special features such as eyes or a mouth only the frame of her head shape. Eric was rather stuck as to what her lips should be or her eyes. He could only see the lips being within a frown, within a firm line as her eyes would be fierce, full with wonders of emotions. Eric picked up his penicl as he began his sketching. Mistakes were made but, without mistakes success would never be reached for. His mind was focused as he continued his wild imagination, casually glancing at his phone with a skip of his heart beat. "Maybe.. I should give her Dixie's eyes.." Eric mumbled softly. It was a project, not a protarit as he wished he would believe his own words and thoughts. -
Dixie hummed to the elevator music. The doors opened as the elevator stopped on her floor. She and her assistant got out Dixie humming some song she heard on the radio."I don't really care if you cry on the real you should've never lied shouldv'e saw the way she looked me in my eyes she said baby I am not afraid to, die push me to the edge all my friends are dead push me to the edge all my friends are dead push me to the edge all my friends are dead." She sang and opens the door to her apartment. The assistant came in and set her bags on the marble countertop in the kitchen. "Thanks Val!" Dixie yelled to him. Val tipped his hat and went back down stairs.
Dixie turned on some music and ate her cereal cars from the gas station and drank her drink that she got. She got her phone out and her instgram got blown up with likes and her Snapchat was crazy. She went to instagram to see which pics got all the likes. She saw it was her in her red body dress that showed off her nice non-flat chest and round bottom. "Dang is that me, I really look good!" She said and bounced around. She looked to see how many likes. "Only 874!?" She said disappointed. "Oh well." She took her heels off and went to her room. Dixie got a pair of shorts and a tank top and her underwear walking to the bathroom and ran a hot bath. She went to her room and got a lush bath bomb. She stripped and got in the bath rub dropping in the bath bomb getting on her phone. -
I don't usually bump but I'm bored)
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I'm sorry. I'm the worst, I've been having a bit of writer's block just for everything. ;-;)
With the rough edges of the pencil touched the waiting surface of the canvas he began his search for the defining features the slim, unmoving woman would be appointed for. The soft scratches of the pencil lingered within the air as Eric continued his rough sketches. The tight thick curls of the woman seemed voluminous and caught within a gentle breeze as her lips were curved into something more of a firm thin pressed line as she appeared to be pressing her small lips together. He tightened the loose grip she once had one her arm as it seemed to she moreover pressing her longish nails into her skin to the point it may near to drawing blood. The black bra that rested on her flat-chested form as the bones of her ribcage was rather more visible. The defined nose point was clear as day, her high cheek bones, and well-aligned jawline was fluent almost natural to the hands of a professional. Eric seemed still in the midst of trouble as the eyes of the woman were still out of reach. Despite the eye-shape of Dixie, the woman within the painting still remained unnatural, her defined features could express her pains. The scars upon her fragile skin, the obviously visible bones that seemed to be wishing for their freedom out of the flesh that captured them. "What's missing?" Eric groaned as he ran his thin fingers through his tresses. "Her eye shape isn't the problem," He mumbled to himself, pointing the eraser to the woman's dark irises. "No, the eyes aren't the problem whatsoever. It's the expression in her eyes." Grumbled Eric as he tapped his heel into the tired, yawning wooden planks.
The creaking of the familiar wooden planks formed behind him as he heard an old, tired voice erupt from the door that soon screamed within its hinges. "Grandfather?" Called Eric as he turned his heel, no longer facing the picture of near perfection as the old elder man stood before him. His well-groomed appearance never truly amazed the young adult as it was apparent he will be departing soon. "Ah, my boy," Eric's grandfather said a small smirk gracing his lips as he adjusted the necktie that seemed the color of black. Eric's grandfather's gray hairs seemed well-kept within place despite their disobedient nature to the elder man as if touch the placement of the thin linings will soon become undone. "Working on a new project I see?" Questioned the elder as Eric nodded. "The project's objective is of pain and how to express it through visuals rather than words." Mumbled Eric, his hand moving to cover his lips as he hid the frown that seemed to be forming. "Simple solution for that, Eric." His grandfather walked closer, the creaking boards continued to moan and groan against his weight as he pointed a thin finger to the eyes. "To express pain, you must feel pain or see the pain in all shapes and forms." The words were under the concept of wisdom but, did Eric couldn't force himself to understand. Despite that, he continued forth with a lie. "Of course grandfather, thank you for the time. I see you're dressed for the occasion. You might wish to go then or you'll be late. The other guests might not be so pleased." Laughing, his grandfather nodded, soon leaving his room as the planks creaked after him. The door closed, as Eric was left to his own devices as his thoughts continued to run wild much to his dismay. -
I'll post in the morning and I have writers block on wattpad rn)
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I'm sorry I haven't posted yet I haven't been on all day and I will before the night is up)
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I am so so so sorry)
Dixie put on some music and poured herself a glass of champagne. She opened several snapchats from people but just ignored them. She set her phone down and took a long sip of her rose champagne. She played her drink on the side of the tub and layed her head back. As she was doing so she saw a huge brown recluse on the side of the tub. She started to scream and freak out. She jumped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around herself and began to cry hysterically and called the hotel clerk but he didn't answer. She remembered that all the hotel staff had an event to attend to tonight. She was freaking out and called the only reasonable person at this hour. Eric. She got her phone still crying. It rang as she sat on the floor shaking. The spider was still there and was looking at her with its beady black eyes. Ew, the sight of that thing. She realized she hadn't clicked call and tried to calm down but it didn't work. She clicked call this time and it rang several times. -
Again I am so so so sorry)
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Like I feel so bad)
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Ah, no worries, it's cool.)
With the sudden abrupt ring echoing from Eric's phone he figured it must have been coming from a friend or his grandfather to mention something. Eric's groan escaping between his thin lips as the wooden planks creaked against his weight. The fear of them snapping beneath his feet has long gone as he approached the device that laid still upon his black sheets. Reaching for the cellular device, Eric clicked at the device. He squinted his eyes at the bright screen with a smile reaching his lips. "Oh, it's Dixie... What a pleasant surprise." Eric mumbled to himself as he took a deep breath. Muttering the courage he had, Eric answered the call, pulling the phone to his ear as he began making a trip back to the sketch of the woman. "Hey, Dixie. What's up?" Eric said as the man picked up his pencil, sketching to redefine the features of the still woman. -
Like I have had the busiest summer so far XD)
" You have to come help me there is a spider on my countertop of my tub. I am freaking out" she said frantically into the phone. "Like it is going to kill me." She said quickly and was about to start crying again. She screamed when the spider moved. The spider turned towards her. She started to sob. "It's looking at me now." She said crying into the phone. -
Lol. I haven't really had a busy summer besides my set goal deadlines and stuff like that but, I understand where you're coming from.)
Her desperate pleas seemed to fill his very soul with a pleasurable feeling, a pleasurable desire. Choking back on his laughter, Eric only allowed out a small sigh. "Text me your address and I'll be there as soon as possible.." He mumbled placing down his pencil as Eric moved around the room, shuffling through his closet from a sweater. Eric made a brief complain of having to go out once again, as well as his only transportation was a bicycle or a run-down car. "Just don't let the spider get out of your sight. Oh, and keep a distance from it! I don't want you getting hurt.." His words didn't sound convincing enough, as to him that's all he would be pleased enough to hear. Dixie's desperate pleas for help, her direct screams of pain filling his ears. He chuckled into the phone line as he began heading out. The darkness caused his eyes to squint as Eric began to travel upon foot out of the apartment building. "Do you want me to stay on the line or not, Dixie?" Eric made sure to add hints of his liking to her by the mere mention of her name as he chewed on his bottom lip. His nervous feeling of socializing with her grew. Being the common introvert of the distressed town was nothing appealing as some would frequently stutter or as in his case muster up false confidence. With this said, false confidence he fiddled with the keys to his red run-down beat car as Eric's nervous fingers shook. -
She texted him her address speaking into the phone. "Oh my God it's looking at me. ERIC IT IS LOOKING AT ME WITH ITS DEMONIC EYES!" She screamed. She dropped her phone. "s--- dropped my phone" she mumbled before picking it up. "Trust me I would never let the retched thing out of my sight." She exclaimed. She wrapped her towel tighter around her. The spider moved a little. She squealed again. "Yes, please stay on the line. This little demonic thing could kill me with a piece of the wine glass I dropped." She whispered into the phone. "I got to whisper now, it's gonna get ideas from me." She whispered again. "I swear please hurry I'm going to die."
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Eric's phone buzzed at the sent message from Dixie as he recalled the area of where Dixie lives. ''Calm down, calm down. It'll be alright, it won't hurt you if it's not close to you.'' Eric mumbled as he opened the car door at least, stepping inside the car as the leather seat touched his skin. With a small slam of the car door, Eric listened to every word she spoke of. ''I'll be there soon.'' The car rumbled to life, as he twisted the keys. With the soft classic music ringing in his ears, Eric pulled out of his parking lot, heading down the rushing streets. ''Hey Dixie, do you have arachnophobia?'' Questioned Eric, just to keep the conversation going as he drove down the city's streets.
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She whimpered as the spider strayed to move. She pulled her towel tighter around her. "Please hurry." She said whimpering softly some more. She had left her front door unlocked so it shouldn't be that hard to get in. "When you get to the front desk tell them to escort you to my room. Just tell them my first name. I don't usually allow visitors." She said quickly in a panicked voice. "Yes I do, very badly. I have always had arachnophobia." She replied to his question. She slid backwards and hit her back on her sink as the spider moved. It stopped and looked at her.
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