|| Not quite stories, not quite drabbles: just bits and pieces that I think sound nice and may want to use one day. Really, I just like random things to see how they sound outside my head ||

(1)

There's a difference, she thinks, between loyalty and reliability. The latter promises that you will undoubtedly be there, through thick and thin, hand in hand as the world comes crashing down. The former just means you won't be stabbed in the back.

(2)

Salvation was never in the cards for him. He accepted that pretty well, even though he thought it was major pain in the ass.

Someone had to be damned to eternal torment, and hell if he wasn't up for challenging the Devil for his crown.

(3)

Help me, help me, help me.

The chant stays poised on her tongue, not quite ready to take flight, as she stares down the lonesome hallway, tracking the path of swarming shadows edging ever closer to her.

She's going to cry, she thinks, and that is really not the last remnant of herself she wasn't to imprint upon the world before she's swallowed whole.

The chant, ever-present, swells to a damning crescendo as she realizes she is awfully alone.