rafescokeclub

[rafescokeclub]

i wanted to share a little creative writing piece i wrote when i was resitting english last year because my teachers reaction made me laugh. she read it and said to me ‘why are you in this class again?’, kinda stuck because i know im okay-ish at creative writing but im absolutely horrible at the other components of the papers. ANYWAYS, here it is!

The unnerving aura of isolation settled heavily in the impenetrable clouds of fog that weighed heavily in the air, almost entirely frosting the sight of the cab speeding down the expanse of gravel roads, only adding to the atmosphere with the way shards of rocks and dust flew from under the tyres.

Finally he was in solitude, something that he had been yearning for throughout the past tiring hours of travel, venturing all the way from the states. New Orleans to be exact, escaping to the bleak countryside in a remote town in England. The change wasn’t something the man easily accepted, but he was merely grasping onto little success in his hometown as an upcoming gentleman trying to establish his name in the threatening world of artistry. The offer was not one he could refuse.

Now stood feeling dismal and small, infront of this bewitching piece of architecture that loomed above him. He wasn’t sure what he was imagining when an older couple reached out to him, a refined pair who sought out his work for themselves, whenever they had pleased. That seemed like a stretch for him, I mean, travelling hours to a completely different part of the world? Yes, it seemed ridiculous at first, but the promise of private, luxurious accommodation in exchange for his services was enough to have him searching for a plane the very next day.

He was alone, the sole man around for plenty of miles in fact, yet that unpalatable feeling of being watched etched into his very being, eliciting a tremor throughout his body. His gut immediately had his eyes trailing to the towering gargoyle statures sat in all their glory, ornate creatures standing at the double doors of the estate. That, and the pointed arches of the building, the intricate stained glass windows taking their full effect front and centre. Gothic and graceful, mighty and tall. It would almost be off putting to the normal eye, but the grand and whimsical ordeal forced a deep whistle from his lips. It’s difficult as an artist himself to not appreciate beauty when it presents itself, something so rare and uncharacteristic from the modern world, a still time capsule of the wonders of the past and their eye for style and allure.

[rafescokeclub]

╰┈➤ I see you.

JOE GOLDBERG

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ───୨ৎ─── °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

✎ POV — Joes monologue.

What higher force was working against me, deliberately placing temptation on my lap, begging for trouble to stir. I was doing so good, fuck, I promised this wouldn’t happen again. This was a twisted test, how was I supposed to hold myself back when the universe led me to YOU.

You.. well, you were perfect. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that you had lay yourself down, sprawled on the grass just as I was walking past. Come on, this— us! was meant to be.

I could read you like a book, it alarmed me, how easily vulnerable you are to the sickos out in the world. Maybe that’s why you were sent to me, am I here to protect you?

You need something, or someone to ground you, I could tell by the way your hands weaved through the earth, gentle and soft, I wondered if that is how you would touch me. You sway your head and bounce your foot, hypnotic and melodic, lost in your own little world with the music in those wired earphones. You’re traditional and down to earth, both literally and figuratively, I appreciate that.

I can also tell you’re a dreamer, searching for a purpose, for connection and stillness in the noise.

I can be that for you, I see you.

You open your eyes, looking around until you find me, a passing glance at best. That— That is how our story begins, it’s written itself,

I just have to turn the page.

AUTHORS NOTES

Heyy so i’ve never actually written and posted anything before and this absolutely is not the best work but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about ‘You’ since I finished the finale season. I was picturing more season 1/2 Joe vibes for this, more chill and lowkey before he got overconfident and messy.

Just a short drabble, feel free to drop any thoughts or criticism! Byeeee ◡̈

[rafescokeclub]

yall i’ve never wrote a fic before but im itching to use this idea it has potential to be so cool!!

the main girl haunts the narrative, beginning from her funeral we get flashbacks of her life in the obx from when she and Rafe first met up until her death (caused by Rafe) timestamped using polaroid pictures that her friends keep

i haven’t thought a whole lot about it but i have a tiny little drabble from over a year ago if even one person is interested