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day four: garden

for @kingdonmicrofic | rated: g | word count: 224 | ao3

He’s chasing her through winding roots and decaying roses, following the sound of her ringing laughter, cutting through billowing fog that surrounds the endless garden behind his house. 

She’s haunted him since they moved in—sixth months, two weeks, and three days—first in Tanner’s bedroom, then the kitchen, the foyer, until she was everywhere, hiding in the corners of his eyesight, breathing gently in his ear as he hovered between the space of awake and asleep. 

His wife thinks he’s gone crazy and it’s hard to disagree when he’s barefoot in the fucking woods, illuminated only under the glow of the full moon. It’s just… he saw her. 

Golden hair, flowing white dress that blended with her fair skin, vacant, endless eyes, but it was her mouth, pretty and pink and grinning that sent him barreling out of the kitchen where he’d gone for a late night drink and out after her into his backyard. 

“I just want to talk to you.” 

He’d take what he could get, but he wants to know her, he wants to—

“Liar.”

It slithers down his spine and curls around his ear, forcing him to turn around and she’s there, she’s there. Feet on the ground, a warm mist around her, beautiful and horrifying, standing amongst the overgrowth of the decaying vegetation. 

“You’re here.”

Another grin. 

“In the flesh.” 

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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Today is the only day you can reblog this

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@kingdonmicrofic August Microfic Challenge, day four

Prompt: garden

Mel King/Frank Langdon (in spirit) Trinity Santos | General Audiences | 170 words

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Banner image is "Jack-in-the-Pulpit No. IV" by Georgia O'Keeffe

“How I tend my what?” Mel sounds equal parts bemused and scandalized.

“Your lady garden, Melatonin. Y’know, your short and curlies, your pubes, your bush?” As he approaches the open break room door, Frank hears Santos rattling off the euphemisms like they aren’t in the middle of an emergency room.

She continues, “I’m usually great at guessing, it’s like my party trick, but I can’t get a read on you. You have an inscrutable pubic hair situation, Melon.”

“Trinity, this is an inappropriate conversation to have at work. Or anywhere, really.”

“Come on,” she wheedles, “this is just casual girl talk.”

“I’m fairly confident it’s not and we are still at work,” Mel replies shortly.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours!”

“There’s nothing to tell, Trinity. I don’t do anything to it.”

Frank walks past the open door, turning to catch a glimpse of her—seeing Santos instead, fist pumping as she whoops, “Let’s go full bush!”—and walks bodily into Robby as he exits the bathroom.

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Why the fuck are you 30+ on tumblr

this is my house?

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big fan of everyone writing whatever the hell they want

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love saying "question mark?" out loud when I'm talking about something i'm unsure of

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i love u postcards i love u letters i love u stamps i love u slow correspondence i love u messy handwriting i love u margin doodles i love u little stickers and pressed flowers in envelopes i love u “i have nothing to say but it’s to you i want to say this nothing”

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scrolling main tag for interest be like: block, block, BLOCK, bad opinion i hate, Amazing incredible art that makes it all worth it, block, block, block, surprisingly well written meta, BLOCK, some dickhead who fundamentally misunderstands everything like it's a paying job, block, block, block

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I feel like we need to talk more about how fucking boring depression can be. I pick up a book and can’t read more than a few sentences, a chapter if I’m lucky, before I can’t focus. I knit two rows of something and then can’t continue. I scroll through all the different options of shows I haven’t watched without clicking on any of them. I hop from app to app looking for content that will spark literally any single emotion. It’s not even 10am and I already feel like I’m just waiting until it’s time to go back to bed.

I hate it I hate it I hate it

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For @kingdonmicrofic day 3: road trip | rated M | 297 words.

The car breaks down outside of Vermont at midnight.

“This is exactly how this weekend would end,” Frank groans, lifting the hood to add another thing he can't fix to an ever-growing list.

Beside him, Mel yawns. She'd been asleep, finally spent from long days of talking (fighting), longer nights of angry, but unrelentingly perfect, sex.

(They couldn't stop. He’d slipped his tongue inside her against the hotel bathroom counter and she'd cried out for more, more sadness than want. He'd given it to her, her mouth stretching around his cock, his thumb pressing in at the corner, every part of him needing her heat.)

“Does it feel like karma?” She asks now, moonlight ghosting her cheeks where there are still tear tracks.

He doesn't believe in karma. He can't, or he's pretty sure fear would keep him bed-ridden for all his days.

“Sure,” he mutters. It doesn't feel good, anyway.

(He presses her against the warm hood minutes later, waiting for a tow truck. Her back bends, stretches, contorts for him, just like she always has.

She used to do it happily. He feels sick, heart racing, but he still pulls her gently into his lap in the passenger seat, lets his cock fill her, no protection, no worry, and when she comes, her nails leave painful souvenirs. Headlights of the tow truck blind him as he comes a moment later.

He never could see clearly when it came to her.)

“Yeah, this thing is dead,” the tow operator tells them, and Mel’s laugh is hollow when it fills the air. He still, somehow, wants to drown in it.

The tow truck rattles beneath them.

“You guys on your way home?”

“Yeah,” Mel whispers. “Turns out he has a wife and kids to get back to.”

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reblog to diminish the horrors from the person you reblogged from

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God these two have so much chemistry :D

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melissaking96@gmail.com has shared a document with you: Jersey City Road Trip Itinerary (road trip)

for day three of the @kingdonmicrofic august prompts.

(318 words) on ao3

Friday, August 7

9:00 a.m. -  M and B arrive at F’s. 

9:15 a.m. - Try to leave F’s. Remind F kids will join in two days. 

9:30 a.m. - Actually leave F’s

9:45 a.m. - Coffee @ Spigolo

12:00 p.m. - Lunch @ Jean Bonnet Tavern

2:30 p.m. - Stretch legs at Caledonia State Park (including lower-back routine for F – non-negotiable!) 

4:00 p.m. - Hotel check-in. Secure extra pillows for B. 

5:00 p.m. - Guided tour of Gettysburg National Military Park. (Bring snacks for B. F - no trick questions for the guide, please.)

7:30 p.m. - Return to hotel; dinner

8:30 p.m. - F bedtime call with T & I. (M - hide souvenirs!)

Saturday, August 8

10:00 a.m. - Hotel check-out

11:30 a.m. - Lunch at Lancaster Central Market (to-go for B)

12:30 p.m. - Tour of Railroad Museum of Pennsylvania (B - no trick questions for the guide, please.)

[comment from melissaking96@gmail.com: 2:00 p.m. - F’s turn on aux begins – would that be a fair compromise?]

3:00 p.m. - Philly hotel check-in begins. Secure extra pillows for B.

4:00 p.m. - Mütter Museum at The College of Physicians of Philadelphia

[comment from melissaking96@gmail.com: possible ethical issues re: specimen acquisition. alternative suggestions include: penn museum, art museum] 

6:30 p.m. - Cheesesteaks!

8:30 p.m. - F bedtime call with T & I. (M - hide souvenirs!)

Sunday, August 9

9:00 a.m. - Breakfast and hotel check-out

10:00 a.m. - Franklin Institute. (F - do not point out inaccuracies of Giant Heart, please.)

12:30 p.m. - Lunch on the road (F can pick.)

2:00 p.m. - Stretch legs on Princeton campus. F can give BRIEF tour. 

4:00 p.m. - Arrive at F’s parents in Jersey City, unpack 6:00 p.m. - Kids arrive, reunite with F. (M - bring tissues.)