She scooped out the contents of her soon-to-be jack-o-lantern
Copious amounts of sticky wet goop went plop as it was deposited into the garbage
Releasing a scent that wasn’t as fowl as she had anticipated as the knife cleaned the sides
After a bit more grunt work, the task was finished
Putting her candle inside, the glow from the eyes and mouth gave the room a ghoulish glow
Emmet said he never used his head, so she was happy to use it for him
Making money used to be her main focus
If she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time
Leaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making
Losing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope
It took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved
Oh, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party
Nothing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting
Relaxing against the wall, he watched his classmates convulse on the dance floor
Everything that night had been disastrous. First, his date ditched him
And she decided to slow dance with the person who used to be his best friend
Drinking his punch, he wondered what could possibly happen next, but then he laughed
Yes, he knew what was going to happen next. His master plan was working perfectly.
Orangey-brown tones enriched by scarab poop.
An idea that had to be renamed to be used by the masses.
Know what? Shellac is still pretty awesome.
She looked at his pens
Pondered what words were contained
That were never used
Being empty inside
Left her searching for something to fill her up
Anything she tried to stick in ran right back out
Her only word she used to describe it was…