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Believe In Me [Dahvie Vanity]
I lay on the ground bleeding and crying. Pain was all I felt. My arms, my legs, and my whole body felt numb. "DAHVIE!" I cried out! "DAHVIE, PLEASE! HELP!" No response. All of a sudden, another sharp pain struck my leg. I look down and I see a red monster stabbing my leg with a knife. He looks at me with an evil smile. He hovers over to me, and hisses, "Pain is all you'll ever feel. No one's gonna save you now."
Just then I heard loud footsteps. I look over my shoulder, it was Dahvie.
"Dahvie, help me please." I cried. "Everything hurts."
He stares at me. "Please Dahvie," I begged. "HELP!"
The creature who was stabbing my legs. Took the knife and stabbed me in the hips. I let out a piercing scream. Dahvie wasn't going to help and I was going to die
The creature took the knife out of my hip. He held the knife up over his head and got ready to stab me again. All of a sudden, Dahvie pushed the creature out of the way. Finally, he was helping me. "OH, Dahvie, everything hurts." I sai
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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