wa hey guys whats up its ya boy- uh anyways Asha Sur : your friendly neighborhood goth nihilist! with her gloomy fashion and fascination with anything morbid, Asha is a kindhearted but somewhat off-putting presence at school. she enjoys the subculture's music from The Birthday Massacre to Bauhaus, a...

To Lark’s great disappointment, she found no satisfaction in Seo-yun’s breakdown. Teary eyes could still hit a target standing five feet in front of them, and all it really did was reinforce that none of this was about her. Worse than a quick, anonymous death, she’d gifted her killer a highlight cli...

Interesting. All that rationalization and not a single apology. Oh well. Just one less person for Lark to fondly reminisce upon while her life flashed before her eyes. At least Mandy, for her myriad faults, had been visibly torn apart. Now was the perfect time to bolt. Seo-yun was expecting another ...

Lark wasn’t dead yet. She guessed that was a good sign. She’d been hoping for more of a monologue, but Seo-yun wasn’t being forthcoming with her innermost desires. Her loss, really - did she know how many viewers only bothered to watch when there was blood in the water? For a self-proclaimed star, s...

Lark’s arms were starting to lock up from being held in such an awkward position, but she knew the slightest adjustment would quickly leave her beyond discomfort. With an exhale she forced her forced smile off her face - the only muscles she could safely relax. She glanced to the side, at the girl w...

Lark was sure of one thing as Seo-yun sealed her fate with a compliment - she couldn’t let the cameras see her break. Any admission of weakness would turn her into a punchline, a cautionary tale - a dumbass who accomplished nothing except carelessly walking into a trap, a warm body to fill a team sl...

“Hi, Seo-yun. Going for ten?” Lark’s new rictus betrayed her still-casual tone, and with a heavy clatter her sack of ball bearings hit the floor while she raised her hands in surrender. She glanced at Mandy out of the corner of her eye, and the girl’s obvious guilt wasn’t any consolation. Lark knew ...

Mandy seemed normal enough. The line between being ‘peppy’ and ‘frantic’ was already a little blurry with her, even before their new televised home where every interaction was tinged with ambient anxiety, so Lark didn’t pay much attention to her tripping over her words. Maybe the novelty of someone ...

And thus it took Lark and Sarah about twenty seconds of agreement to seal their fates. The ghost ship looked like it was a moment’s notice away from sinking, but as it’d lasted two entire days Lark figured that was all just a facade. EIther that or she’d step inside and fall through a rotting floorb...

(( The night sky was still beautiful, and Lark wondered how many stars were already dead. )) Through some inscrutable whim of the universe, if every single one of them had burnt out at once - would they know? How long until they could even suspect it? She pictured a bleak horizon, lit by ghosts that...

Lark was happy to be right and even happier not to be bleeding. She’d nonchalantly ducked behind the counter as soon as Sarah had walked over to the body, kneeling down and just barely peeking her head (almost entirely swallowed by the ridiculous hat) above its edge, wincing and ducking down with ev...

“That’s probably smart!” Lark said, nodding approvingly at Nate. “Definitely don’t wanna be standing too close to this one.” Probably an awful thing to say in the presence of the person who had graciously volunteered to be ‘this one’, but a ‘control experiment’ was a pretty generous description of t...

a hero would be very appreciated but otherwise hit me up with those death ideas please

Hm. ‘Nate’. What did that name mean to Lark? Pink , mostly. A boy who stood out in the ways she didn’t. It seemed exhausting, to wake up every day with an eye-catching head, but it wasn’t like pastel colors were a bad look, especially on him. So, essentially, the name meant nothing. A memorable face...