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Only 10 of us were subjected to this cure. I look around our small lounge area, 10 small bedrooms down the hall to my left, a communal bathroom to the right, and the most pathetic excuse for a kitchen seperating us from the rest of the facility.

Or so we've been told.

Not that the kitchen would have much use anyway, even if it was more than an ancient microwave and a bar fridge. The first of us came too a little over two weeks ago, the last of us, myself, came too five days ago. But none of us are yet to crave sustinance.

Everyday, we get given an IV of 'required nutrients' supposdly important to keep us going, but we don't yearn for food. Our bodies don't ask for energy.

We aren't gaining any weight, our bodies only slightly less frail than they had been before we got the cure. Our flesh may no longer be rotted, but it's pale. Our bones aren't so dry, or brittle. Our muscles actually function.

But we don't want food.

The scientists who observe us each day wont tell us anything. Is this a point of concern, or did they expect these results? What are they waiting for? Surely keeping us locked up with only other former zombies wont help us reintergrate with soceity. If thats even their plan for us.

At night, I dream of being as i am now, hunting down humans for a bite. My subconcsious either struggling to accept we are once again living, or asking to go back to how we had been.

Life as a zombie is easy. Your only objective is to eat. Nothing else is of concern.

But if we get let back into soceity, we'd have to work and prove ourselves, have hobbies and relationships.

Who are we now? Do they even know who we were? Our names as they stand seem to be little more than numbers. I'm twenty-five.

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A full week after I opened my eyes, I notice the first… side effect. I walk past a pot plant, and it seems to reach for me. I walk backwards, sure my eyes are tricking me. But there, this little maidenhair fern, shifts around in reacition to my body near by. I wave a hand over the plant, and it follows my hand.

"Twenty-five, what are you doing?"

The clinical tone of the namless scientist standing a few meters away, by the door in the kitchen, turns to me, their shielded eyes no doubt locked on me. I feel my heart rate spike- a new sign of life.

Something tells me not to tell them what I've noticed.

"Nothing in particular. I was just admiring the maidenhair fern."

I hope my voice doesn't give me away. The scientist tilts their head, probably assessing me. I walk back down the hall, but they follow me. Their steps are loud in the quite of the space, the smell of bleach strong.

"You recall the name of the plant?"

The question makes me pause, and i turn back around to look at them.

"Yeah, I do. I must have liked plants in the past."

The scientist writes something down in their notepad, and without another word, turns around and leaves me be.

That night, the eight of us gather- twelve and fifteen no longer here. We talk quietly, sitting still.

"You got a power, didn't you twenty-five?"

I nod sligthly, trying to avoid looking at eighteen.

"Yeah, have you?"

Everyone else hums in confirmation.

"Twelve had one first. She was able to extend her her nails as if they were claws. Fifteen could suddenly see colours we shouldn't. You?"

My stomach churns- the first sign it still exists- and I suddenly feel glad that I didn't mention anything eariler.

"Plants. I know their names and they interact with me."

Seventeen can hear more than they should. Eighteen can see clearly without light. Twenty can smell more, twenty-one has a tail and thicker body hair. Twenty-two has developed scales and can smell with their tongue. Twenty-three and twenty-four both seem to be able to comunicate with sounds in a different frequency.

When I try to sleep, my brain keeps running over all the possibly meanings of this, but my brain draws blanks.

But over the next week, we formulate a plan.

We bust out. we work togehter with our stengths, the scientists not expecting an uprising.

We make it out of the facility, utilising our new found abilities. The first moment I step out into the sun, I feel energiesed- strong.

As we hunker down in an abanonded house we found, we realise the world isn't what we were told. No signs of life anywhere, but the occasional mutter of a zombie nearby.

But it's fine. We get to live how we want.

Scientists have finally discovered the cure for the zombie virus, and you’re one of the first zombies to have recovered. The trouble is, scientists are now discovering some unexpected side effects to the cure…

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Big Word, Much Wow

Just hit 60k on my twilight WIP All That Was... in the document. I always planned for it to be up to 80k/30 chapters, and I'm just starting on chapter 21.

Fingers crossed I manage to stay motivated to at least write a few more.

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All That Was... Chapter 14

(WIP/39k+ words, 14/? chapters, Teen and Up)

Chapter 14 of my Rosalie Hale x OC sapphic fanfic is up.

This post links to the first chapter. This will take you straight to chapter 14.

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Always questioning what to write...

the curse of WIPs. It was only two days ago I started a poem, yesterday it was a sequel to the first story I've managed to finish, and today it was a memior feeling deep dive into all the times I felt like I loved someone and the lessons I learned from that.

Yet I can't bring myself to work on All That Was...

R(W)IP

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I basically say this often when my friends ask for writing advice. Just let the story that wants to be told come out, the right words will find their way. You can always fix it later if it doesn't feel right.

my fave writing reminder

honestly, this phrase has been on my mind more times than i can count. i've kidnapped it, taken it as a hostage with no ransom money because i need it to live permanently in my head.

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Me with all my friends when I talk about 9-1-1

I do the opposite of gatekeeping, I’m not going to shut up until you like this thing as much as I do

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ASHBFSPJOWD

Me when someone comments on my fic :)

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When love comes knocking but the door wont budge

Out Of Reach- Unpublished

The opening line of a poem I began today. Not sure where it's going but... well most of my poems tend to reflect something I've either gone through, or am currently going through. This one is, unfortunatly, a 'currently going through'.

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Thats it... thats my fanfic vibes

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All That Was... (OC x Rosalie Hale)

(WIP/36k+ words, 13/? chapters, Teen and Up, Twilight AU)

When Rosalie was five years old, she asked her mum about the people in the photo with her from her highschool graduation. Her mother replied "Old friends of mine." Rosalie focused on the prettiest of them all, pointing. "She looks like she should be a princess." Her mum just smiled down at her, ruffling her hair. "She'd like that you said that." When Rosalie was ten years old, she found a photo of her mum arm in arm with the princess looking girl, but her mum looked older and the princess didn't. "Who's she, mum?" Her mum smiled softly at her, her eyes glazing over. "Thats the girl who stopped me from making a huge mistake when I was young... that's who I named you after." Rosalie smiled to herself, skipping away back to her new room to finish unpacking. Rosalie was sixteen years old when a new family transfered to her school, and she stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the princess from her mums old photos. A week later, Rosalie's life changed. Read More on AO3

A WIP of mine that I've been working on for a while. I may not have updated recently, but I will be posting chapter 14 soon. Rosalie Swan is my OC, and she's Bella's human daughter. The fic is sapphic and features polyamorus relationships.

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Reblogging so I have this for later. Big LDR girly, and I absolutly love the idea of using songs as prompts!

Song Vibes

Prompts that in some way fit the vibe that I got from a specific song.

Summertime Sadness - Lana del Rey

If they only had one summer together, they would make the most out of it.

"You shouldn't cry when the sun is shining like this. Wait for winter for that."

Summertime always felt different. Full of opportunities, even if you're not ready to grab them.

It was this weird mix of happiness and melancholy, of excitement for the future and missing what was gone.

Was it true love or just a summer fling?

"Will you still love me in the fall?"

All the emotions seemed to heighten the higher the temperatures were rising.

Dancing on the empty street at night, no one awake to destroy their illusions.

Whatever was going to happen to them when summer was over, it was those summertime moments they would never forget.

"It will eventually all come to an end." "But for now just enjoy it."

Fic Titles from the lyrics:

Dancin' in the dark (in the pale moonlight)

I'll die happy tonight

Kiss me hard before you go

Honey, I'm on fire

Summertime Sadness

More: Fic Titles

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Your Betrayal (Original)

(517 words, Teen and Up, creative non-fiction)

And to think I gave my whole heart- my whole body and spirit. And all I got in the end was heartbreak and a positive result- where a negative was preferred. The consequences of your actions- of mine- catching up and haunting me, a year later. Living in my head rent free, making me feel so un-tethered.

(Read more on Medium)

Just a little piece of creative non-fiction I wrote, as I was processing a situation I found myself in.

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The Next Sunrise Crests The Horizon (Buddie)

(3,388 Words, Teen and Up, Post Season 8)

Buck’s whole world has shattered. Bobby’s gone- buried where he belongs, with his family back in St Paul. The 118 have no captain, as even Gerard willingly stepped away. Tommy doesn’t seem to know how to talk to Buck, so he just stopped. And Eddie…

Eddie’s probably already on his way back to El Paso with Chris, starting his new job in the morning.

So Buck just drives. He drives until the roads become less crowded, and the lights behind him fade. He drives until he can barely keep his eyes open. He’s not really sure where he is, just that it’s quiet, and the beach spans in front of him, and the stars up above shine. Buck wants to scream, but he’s so tired, he doesn’t think he can manage it.

He’s tired of losing people.

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HI!

I am once again trying to figure out how to use tumblr... I write fanfics! Currently working on a Twilight Fanfic (over on ao3), All That Was...- It's been a bit since I posted but I AM still writing it! It's based around my OC Rosalie Swan (Bella's human daughter) and Rosalie Hale. It's saphhic, it's fluffy. I also have a few other (somewhat abandoned as of right now) WIPs across a few other fandoms, and several one shots (Twilight and 9-1-1). Hopefully this time, I'll be able to immerse myself in fandom content and interact with people!