#✎sparky.writes✐

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Wrote a little prose from a myriad of thoughts.

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“Love is like gravity," Skia whispered, her voice echoing in the quiet space they occupied. "You need to let yourself fall and experience it to understand."

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

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Wifeys and soul bunnies saga (EoE continued ??)

Within the forest, the glowing blue waters of Scared Springs housed life and its keeper and the forest’s healer Brooke. While the shadowy realm is governed by her equal opposite, Skia, the shadow nymph who carefully unraveled the threads of life and turned it into a beautiful tapestry of stories called transitions.

The evening air was crisp as Brooke watched Skia conduct her nightly duty with grace, the shadow nymphs looking form gracefully glided along and swept beings onto her embrace before showing them the path to the next life.

“Skia,” Brooke began, her voice as gentle as the flowing rivers she called home, “isn't it painful to have to lead lives to the afterlife?”

Skia's pale glowing eyes dimmed to a softer hue, as often happens when she is showing the empathy flowing within her. Her shadowy hand reached out, picking up a soul bunny with soft, radiant light. The bunny twitched its nose and looked around with wide, curious eyes.

“Watch,” Skia whispered.

A soft, golden glow surrounded the bunny , and from the shadows, other bunnies appeared—each a different hue of light. The soul bunny bounded forward, joyfully reuniting with what was unmistakably its family. Their light intertwined, creating a brilliant, kaleidoscopic display.

Brooke gasped, tears glistening in her eyes. “It's beautiful,” she breathed.

Skia nodded. “I think I’m blessed that I get to give living beings miracles they never expected to receive. To reunite them with their loved ones is my joy.”

Brooke watched as the bunnies’ lights danced and mingled, each a unique shade that painted the night in a tapestry of colors. She had always seen death as an end, but now she glimpsed the vibrant continuation beyond.

Brooke’s heart swelled with understanding. "I never realized," she murmured, watching the soul family fade into the afterlife, their colors blending into a symphony of light.

In the afterlife, each soul had its own color, a unique spectrum that painted the realm in hues unimaginable to the living. It was a place where transitions were not an end but a new beginning, where reunions sparkled like stars and the

bonds of love shone brighter than ever.

Skia smiled, her dark eyes gleaming with a soft light. "It's not all bad to transition. Sometimes, it's the most beautiful thing that can happen."

“The souls in the afterlife have their own colors,” Skia continued, “each reflecting the essence of their lives. Transitioning isn’t just the end of a journey; it’s the beginning of a new, beautiful chapter.”

Brooke felt a serene warmth spread through her. She reached out, taking Skia’s hand. “Thank you for showing me this.”

Skia smiled, the darkness around her tinged with the soft glow of the reunited souls. “It’s not all shadows, Brooke. Even in death, there is light.”

Together, they watched as the soul bunnies disappeared into the ethereal plane, their colors lingering in the night like promises of endless, radiant tomorrows.

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WIFEYS HOT OFF THE PRESS.

A/n: author should not be held responsible for any emotional damage that may arise upon reading

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the writer ask game, 16

from a recent piece i want to brag about

Probably this one in general but I liked this bit a lot:

In that harrowing moment, the very essence that once united us now stands as an unforgiving divider. The once comforting warmth of blood turns icy, coursing through veins as a stark reminder of our finite existence. It's a bitter irony—that which kept us alive and connected now serves as a reminder of our mortality, highlighting the fragility of our human bonds.

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that hurt my own feelings to write

from that project that was SUPPOSED to be short but then i kept writing and now it is very long

Hurt my feelings to write…

Haunted Reflections, because it’s a story about hurting and a journey through pain. There are a lot more painful excerpts, but it’d spoil the plot so take this:

No one sees me, no one notices the silent plea for companionship that echoes in the hollow depths of my heart. I am nothing more than a forgotten remnant of life once lived, doomed to these halls, alone for who knows how long. Tears well in my eyes as I watch the world pass me by, a silent observer in a symphony of life and death as the hospital bustles. I long to reach out, to scream and shout and make them see me, but my voice is lost in the void, swallowed up by the vast emptiness that surrounds me.

Supposed to be short but is now long

Ah, so basically every fanfic au ever that started with one small idea I sprouted here and never mentioned ever again ToT

Have a small bit from the Farmer Nene Au I’m messing around with. (There’s no real plot currently)

Nene stood in the midst of her daikon patch, hands on her hips as she surveyed the rows of vibrant greens swaying gently in the breeze. Hanako, who had taken up residence in the abandoned shed, materialized beside her with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Your daikons need more flavor," he declared with a playful twinkle in his eye, his tone teasing yet oddly sincere.

Nene raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Oh really? And what do you suggest, Hanako-kun? Ghostly seasoning from the spirit world?"

Hanako chuckled, the sound echoing softly through the fields. "Perhaps a sprinkle of magic dust to add that extra kick."

Rolling her eyes, Nene shook her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "As much as I appreciate your advice, I think I'll stick to good old-fashioned farming techniques. No offense, Hanako."

Hanako shrugged , his expression unbothered. "Mark my words, Nene-chan, one day you'll thank me for introducing you to the world of gourmet daikons."

“Maybe I will If you help me with the actual farming,” Nene deadpanned.

“Nuh uh,” with a playful wink, Hanako vanished into the shadows of the shed, leaving Nene alone within the field of Daikons.

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co