Moz
GreyIt was as if a pocketful of marbles had spilled over concrete. Rolling, hissing, gently stirring me from sleep. I liked it. One foot on the purple carpet, two. There was an absence of color and a presence of shadow. Soft and grey like charcoal. I thought about artists in the street.Grey
The air was heavy. It was too dark to see. The air grew heavier. Like a match striking the sky: bright white heat. It startled me. Growling followed soon after, intuitively. Bowling balls impacting pins. I was alone. I pulled open drawers in a half-desperate search for candles: one pink citronella, one thin crimson, one stocky green. I lit them and p
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What happened when L and Light were hand cuffed together?...Fan fiction time.
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