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The Assassination of Trust – (Chapter: Old Knives)
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~~~~~All the old knives That have rusted in my back, I drive in yours.
Author: Phaedrus (Thrace of Macedonia)~~~~~~~~~~
The rope of smoke coming from the tip of my cigarette filled the air with a kind of fatal mysticism. The potential of disease behind the closed curtains, smoke, and mirrors. A sort of creeping, yet obvious disease that I had become accustomed to these days. I’ve been smoking for four months now. One hundred and fifteen days to be exact.
I suppose that means that I’m a “smoker.” It sounds professional. As if somehow I could fill my “nine-to-five” putting tiny cylinders that come with the promise of death to my lips and call it a career.
I know what you’re thinking. And yes, I had put tiny cylinders to my lips before and called it a career. Sex and death aren’t that different after all. But that was the past. I’m very different now.
She made me this way.
So as the smoke curls into the heavy air, dancing its seductive dance in the wind, I sit waiting. The splintered picnic table that I chose to call a temporary home reminded me constantly of this fact. I was in the middle of the desert—reds and oranges and strange purples that surround me like the stereotypical, classroom watercolor of a five year-old and the cloudy visions of a carnival psychic. I could only assume it was someone’s cruel idea of a joke to place a picnic table on a mound of dirt across the highway from a gas station and a restaurant that looked as though it had been closed since prohibition.
I wasn’t laughing.
But maybe my lack of laughter stemmed from that fact that I saw the car and knew it was her. A flaunting, garish vehicle announcing its presence with the insistent boom and pulse of looping bass. She saw me staring and pulled over so that the car sat several feet away from my own, landing in a cloud of hot, impermanent earth. The music stopped, her door opened, and then all I saw was a smile I hadn’t exactly missed and a person I didn’t exactly trust. But I had no other options.
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tell me im first?! never been first gotta be quick this is absolutely AMAZING im so sorry to hear its your last but i absolutely LOVE your work!!! seriously … incredible!! PMASAP
I’m so bummed this is your story, but I love your writing and I know that you’re gonna make this story your best! That makes me soooo excited. Madison’s last words like gave me chills! PMASAP
aww damn you liik3xwhoa i wanted to be first *pouts* :( i saw this on the forum and i was like no way im gonna go check and then i was like yes the sequel and then i read the a/n and i was like aww man your a great writter why would you stop but i cant make you stay here but i can try :) jk your great though and the beging wow i dont know what to say id fuckin want to kill them too i dont care who they are thats family pms please i love it :) i cant wait to see the chapters after this and the drama :) i wonder what madision ment by remember EVERYTHING is that a clue i dont remember anything that could possibly help find her :( well im all emotions right now lol :) so im gonna go before i start rambling :) pms please i cant wait :)
sequel!!! yay!! :)last story?! awwwww :(u must know I love ur writing! I wish this wasnt goodbye.I really feel this will be the greatest story ever by u! you kept on surprising me everytime u updated “the dennison house” and this one will be even better, I know it!! keep the ink flowing ;)
I’m very intrigued. I’ve been waiting for this one to start. I’m very sad to hear that it will be your last. Therefore, I must relish this while it lasts. I cannot wait to see how this turns out. I hope that Ashley is not really the heartless bitch that she seems to be. Amazing Start! PMASAP!!!
wow… i can’t believe that this is your last south of nowhere fic… i knew it would happen some time, just can’t say i’m ready for it… but i guess you’re never really ready to quit an addiction haha… okay anyway, great update! i can’t wait to see how this story plays out… i know it’s going to amazing! thanks for writing girl!!oh, and cheers to obama!!
finally the sequel! ‘the dennison house’ was the first I’ve read by you and I’ve been completely amazed since then. very sorry to hear that this will be your last fic, as your style is incredible. I can tell this will be angsty and I’m psyched about it. please post more asap!
good start, cant wait to see further down, PMS!!!
I am so glad your back.Spencer with a vengeance is really hot.Anyways,great update hpoe to hear more soon.I just hope Ashley and Aiden get what they deserve.
Wow now that it’s clear this will be your last story and not a light hearted one maybe you should slow down with the completion of uncivil union? I have a feeling after a few chapters of this im going to be begging for a chapter of hilarious spashley neuroticism and sadly, there aren’t many of those left either :(
I have been one of your biggest fans, since you first started and just like good wine, you’ve only gotten better with time; like my fiancee. So, I know, you know you will sorely be missed, but at least we get this fine, fine wine before the curtain calls…cheers mate.
you need to so post more of this now
im really bummed that this will be ur last. i love ur work lol im left speechless lol great update pmasap plz !!!!ur awesome
*cheers loudly* I am super pumped for the story after this intro. I must admit after the last line I tried to remember Spashley’s conversations in TDH, so now I’m in the process of reading it again and analyzing EVERYTHING. You definitely planted some things didn’t you? :)Eager for more!