

The Life and Times of Mister B The Life and Times of Mister BarettThe Life and Times of Mister B by ~heerothewizard
It is 2:37 AM on Friday the first of September. Mister Barett slips slowly out of the peace of sleep. He is completely unaware of the horrors that will emerge by this evening, and is content to enter the dream world between waking and slumbering. The first things he notices are the silky silver traces of smoke twisting their way towards the ceiling. He smells, it, too, that sweet, slightly piercing scent, identifiable only as tobacco. Darkness shrouds the smoker; only his peaked nose is visible, illuminated by moonlight leaking into the room. Mister Barett ignores the smoker and watches the smoke rise. He


Lost In Thought. Seated on the floral patterned couch, a boy stared glumly out the window. He grimaced as he heard the pitter-patter of the rain beating against the glass panes. In truth, it was quite a comical sight. He was a small boy, and his legs didn't quite reach the floor. He swung them in frustration as his face stretched into a scowl. Out the window was a very peaceful sight, and it was hard to imagine why he was so depressed, although anybody who has been young once can understand a day full of adventure and fun ruined by rain. However, there was something else troubling him. There was a scowl in his eyes as well as on his lips. He hopped off the seLost In Thought. by ~heerothewizard


Lost In Thought Seated on the floral patterned couch, a boy stared glumly out the window. He grimaced as he heard the pitter-patter of the rain beating against the glass panes. In truth, it was quite a comical sight. He was a small boy, and his legs didn't quite reach the floor. He swung them in frustration as his face stretched into a scowl. Out the window was a very peaceful sight, and it was hard to imagine why he was so depressed, although anybody who has been young once can understand a day full of adventure and fun ruined by rain. However, there was something else troubling him. There was a scowl in his eyes as well as on his lips. He hopped off the seLost In Thought by ~heerothewizard
LIFE IS A PHOTOGRAPH WAITING TO BE DEVELOPED.
LIFE IS A PHOTOGRAPH WAITING TO BE DEVELOPED.