Valentine Casey
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Where are the keys
The man was clueless. If he was a good stalker, one he claimed to be, he could have known that that wasn’t my car. I don’t even have a car. I’ve been breaking into cars for the past year. They make it too easy these days. Who needs a wired hanger, a bobby pin, and a card when the black market is available. All you have to do is pay a stranger to make a coded tab that lets you into 1nice, new updated car. That or know an insider who is willing to sell you a copy of a key. That’s too much in my opinion. Image having a handful of keys fora variety of cars. It’s not like I steal them for more than a day. I steal them from high end lots. I know who’s who, the 9-5 workers, those who won’t even miss them. How he got in here, I have no idea. I suppose we all have our own way, I mean I got here didn’t I? Props to him. His car however, most certainly did not fit in. Guess I’ll be bumming it for the next week. Unless I feel like hiding onto it for a little longer. Who knows, maybe it’ll be humbling. Its always good to do that now and then. A nice check to pure sanity. If you can claim sanity even exists. The body however, is another thing.
By Valentine Caseyabout a year ago in Fiction
World of C
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Funny thing is, those guys weren’t even the ones to fear. If anything they feared us. Or at least the ones we masked ourselves to look like. We soon learned that trying to resemble them at close hand only harmed their understanding of the world around them. We came to help, but maybe we did more harm than good. We weren’t allowed to leave until the mission was done. So they sent the next crew in, and now we watch in awe, for they were more stronger than any of us. Now we wait.
By Valentine Casey2 years ago in Fiction
Cold Sheets
The year is 2036 and everyone has fallen in love with their pets. But, doesn’t everyone already love their pets? Yeah well, this update in culture is a bit further than what the Simpsons predicted. No don’t worry, no more horse video, no bestiality, and the furries haven’t taken over. Emotional support animals have practically turned into human beings. Silly little fur people if you will. It all started when the AI gave us the gift of speaking to our pets.
By Valentine Casey2 years ago in Filthy
The Last Breath
I know it was my time to go, but as always, I dreaded the idea. To step away from something that felt fulfilling in the moment. A sigh, as I pass the person I once loved. Til I acknowledged the fact that my next fixation would soon be born. The beauty in death, is rebirth.
By Valentine Casey3 years ago in Horror
Vegan Sweet Potato Brownies
Let’s get right into it shall we. This recipe will make you only crave this type of brownie and never look back. I honestly don’t look at brownies the same anymore. What started off as a desert for a friends birthday, to a reoccurring holiday treat, treat for any gathering, to just baking for myself on a cold night. Not only do I love making these, you will too with these easy steps. Three steps can’t get better than that.
By Valentine Casey3 years ago in Feast
Breath if you dare
The problem didn’t lie in the resources we had, or lacked, but the person we left in charge of the resources. Shortly after deciding there was no longer enough time to continue the trials, we started packing up everything we had. For the most part the bags consisted of various materials that would have helped us get to the bottom of the water. Or at least what we were aware of being the bottom. The remains of the food we had brought was no longer existent, but that was never a concern when the island catered to our needs. We decided to take some of the exotic fruit with us in hopes to recreate more back in the states. We left Jenny in charge of that, she was the one in control of making the water drinkable. That was the only thing she contributed in this project, nonetheless, we needed her. As Jenny took her sweet time to pack the fruits we all continued with our tasks. Johnny, Kevin, Leo, and I returned to the water to preserve one last sample.
By Valentine Casey3 years ago in Futurism
The line to no where
And in that moment not only did I fuck up, those following me realized, they too fucked up. I’d call myself a leader, and I’ve heard it from others, but this was not my smoothest movement. To be fair this wasn’t a statement I was trying to make, or anything like that, but my intentions would make sense for others to follow, if they are just as clueless. There was no sign, no initiation, it just kinda, well happened.
By Valentine Casey3 years ago in Confessions
More than a Best Friend
When two souls born in the same environment, later find each other in a new state, energies are matched. Sharing the same frequencies and continue as they move forward, they share a path of breaking the ticks that were created by unacknowledged doubted environment. Between social anxiety, attachment tendencies, unconditional love, and forgiveness, these best friends share their story. One can be told to love with conditioned affections, simply catering, as we are told don’t bite the hand that feeds us. I however, saw this story through a different perspective. This was created, by being together for a certain amount of time yes, but knowing they are always there no matter how many faults had occurred, and how many times she had traveled without the Gilda. It is about coming back to each other like nothing has changed. That is the friendship that Gilda and I have. I a 22 year old who has been across the united states, and the soon to be 12 year old Pomeranian poodle partner in crime. My birth place was Atlanta Georgia, but it didn’t take me long to find myself traveling around and ending up in Virginia. At the age of 10 I was told about my aunt having puppies and wanted to know if we would be interested. Hesitant, considering our living conditions, my mom had to make some moves to make it possible. The puppies had been born in July and needed some time with the mother before separation. After receiving pictures, questions came into play. That is not the type of dogs she had had. So where did these puppies come from?
By Valentine Casey3 years ago in Petlife