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Writing Snippets - 25 September 2020
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She hadn't meant for it to happen. The first time had been an accident, as she sat next to him in the upstairs room he shared with [Name] at [Name]'s place. That time she had fallen into his fitful memories of the past as he'd dozed beside her, the unexpected link forming when she'd let her cheek rest atop his head.
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The first time it happened, it was an accident.
[Name] wakes up to find her staring at him, tears in her eyes. Had she had a nightmare?
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He knows she's hurting. He can see it in her eyes, though she wears her usual smile.
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Something has changed in [Name]. He's not sure what it is, but he can see it in her eyes. They seem distant, duller than usual, even though she greets him with her usual smile.
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She was crying in her sleep again.
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He touched her more gently than she would have thought him capable of.
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They're in her bed, he's laying on his side facing her, propped up on an elbow. They're exploring new territory but he's still hesitant. He absently laces his fingers through hers and asks her something along the lines of "and then what?"
She looks at their hands and smiles at what a simple, second nature thing it is, then rolls over to look at him. "Let's not worry about that right now."
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As bad as her mortality and the inevitable goodbye will hurt her, she's beginning to think he's the one who will fare worse.
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The irony of that simple notion hit her like a ton of bricks. How much of their lives might have been different had she only turned around all those years ago? If she had just looked back for a single moment. And now her father was going to make the exact mistake that had led them all to this stalemate in the first place.
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A Labyrinth-esque story, in which Character A has to find somebody to replace him if he wants to stop being the ruler of his cursed kingdom. Being the ruler is basically a death sentence (or rather, a long, miserable existence sentence) unless you find someone else to pass the burden onto.
On his voyage to the normal world or throughout his realm to find an heir, he just so happened to run into Character B and slowly drew her in, but was fascinated to find that she was able to see beauty/good things in the dreary, miserable kingdom. At first it annoyed him, but he slowly began to care about her and eventually realized he couldn't do this to her.
One day, he takes her for a walk to the borders of his kingdom. She's surprised to find that across the stream or whatever physical boundary there is, the sky seems so much bluer, the grass so much greener - and suddenly the illusion is shattered and she sees how bleak and desolate the land really is. He wants her to leave, to get away and save herself. To get far away from him.
"You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was willing to use anyone - sacrifice anyone, if it meant leaving this place behind. But then you grew on me, damn if you didn't. I didn't want this for you. You've forgotten that there's a whole world out there - a family waiting for you to come home. You have to go back to them."
On his own later, he can't stop thinking about the way her eyes lit up when she first saw the kingdom.
"You were like that once, too," says the memory of his predecessor. "It's a terrible thing we do. Luring them in with false illusions, dooming them to a life of..." He gestured vaguely.
Character A decides it has to stop here. He doesn't want to do that, doesn't want that to happen to anyone ever again. (Will he live out forever like this, or find some self-sacrificing way to break the curse?)
Later, Character B finds her way back, tearful and angry at him for trying to send her away. She's hurt. "You don't know my story. I had a family waiting for me once, but they've been gone for years. When you brought me here, it was like I could see color for the first time since I'd lost them. Like there was a place I might actually fit in. You brought me here, and then you tried to throw me away."
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"You brought me here," she reminded him.
"And I will regret that for the rest of my life. But I won't let you regret it for the rest of yours. Go home, [Name]. I release you from your promise. Get as far away from here as you can."
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"The truth is, you're going to make it through this.
It may not seem like it right now - and honestly, you may not even want to at this point. But one day you're going to wake up and realize that the worst of what's hurting right now is behind you? Do you know how I know that?
Because you're strong, [Name]. You're so strong that it breaks my heart too think what you must have endured to become that way."
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It's weird to think that there was a time before you. That I used to worry about the most trivial things.
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"What if you knew with absolute certainty that you would never be okay again? What would you do then?"
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As an afterthought, she asked him to sketch a picture of the house. "Just the way it is," she pleaded.
"What do you want a drawing of that old dump for?"
She was quiet for a moment, frowning. "I have the feeling I won't be back here for a long time. I just want to be able to remember things the way they were, just in case..."
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"That's quite the ace in the hole," he noted drily.
She grinned. "Yeah, well. You're not the only one around here who can keep a secret."
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Leaving them so soon after receiving such dismal news was the last thing I wanted to do, but it seemed there was no way around it. Ensidra's forces were pressing closer by the day and there were few among us who had any real expectations of winning that fight. I would have to go there.
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"What is it?" [Name] asked again.
His concern threatened to topple me from my train of thought before I could follow it to its conclusion, so I waved him off. The woman had obviously been trying to tell me something before I had left, but what?
Ask the right questions.
I turned her words over and over in my mind, searching them for any hidden meaning.
Ask the right questions.
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"Why didn't you leave?"
She tossed another rock into the water and then hugged her knees to her chest, staring out toward the horizon. "I don't know. I thought about it constantly, but it never seemed like the right time."
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"Did you think you were the only one they'd sent my way? That you were special?"
Person in question kind of shuts down and the speaker realizes that yes, they actually did think that. "Oh, gods. You did. I'm so sorry."
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"Are you mad at me?"
"I've been mad at you for sixteen years, [Name]. You were so busy worrying about what he thought of you, you lost sight of what you thought of you. You are so much more than that and I hated you for letting him convince you otherwise."
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She's taken to staring at him so intently whenever she thought his attention was turned, it made him uncomfortable. Occasionally he'd glance up and catch her in the act, but she'd never say anything, even though it looked like she wanted to. Finally, he's opening his mouth to tell her off when she blurts out, "I've decided to trust you."
"Oh. ...Okay? What brought that on?"
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"I've done everything I could think of. I even recreated her room exactly like it was in the kingdom. She doesn't remember anything."
Someone trying to jog someone's locked memories.
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"I don't know what's going on between you and my daughter, but-"
"Your daughter," he interrupted, eyes darkening, "is a clueless, doe-eyed schoolgirl who's only interested in one person. And I'm pretty sure he's going to be the death of her."
"I'd like to prevent that. As I was going to ask, will you help me? I know you've been fighting, but-"
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The path that wound its way up to the abandoned temple was uncommonly crowded that morning. Men and women lined the way, speaking in awed whispers. Their children rubbed sleep from their eyes and shuffled impatiently, wondering at this unusual display. The air surrounding them was electric with suspense.
"What's going on?" Character A asked, to no one in particular.
Character B shrugged and continued up the hill, though he made a conscious effort to avoid drawing attention to himself. The others followed suit.
Near the top of the hill, the crowd had grown so dense that the children had to duck and weave their way between the onlookers' legs. It was Character B who first laid eyes on the scene below them, and the others saw his spine grow rigid when he did.
"What is it?" Character C asked. "What's going on?"
By then, Character A had caught up with Character B and turned his gaze toward the foot of the hill on the other side. The color drained from his face.
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Character B might have been their savior, but he was still a thief. Character A wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders protectively.
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"What do you know about the gods?" he asked.
"I don't think anyone knows anything for sure about the gods," she said evenly."
He smiled. "Fair point. Allow me to rephrase, then - what have you been told about the gods?"
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"Of course, as the Lady of this realm, it's within your right to turn me away, but..." He smiled, and it was a cold, ruthless thing. There was nothing in that expression but malice. "I wouldn't advise it."
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It was too dark to see where her kick had landed, but she heard him suck in a pained breath and contented herself with imagining it was somewhere particularly unpleasant. He made no further effort to talk to her after that.
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"Every time I find myself feeling comfortable in your home, I wonder if I'm slowly losing my own."
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It was snowing when he found her. He did not want to think about what she must have endured to get there. Every day he saved her and damned her a little more, and he could no longer tell where her nightmares ended and his began.
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"Okay, I suppose you are in a bit of a predicament."
"A predicament." She laughed, and it was a strangled mix of scorn and despair. She would have gone for "a hopeless situation", or perhaps "a complete disaster", but she respected the vision.
"Come on, now. It's not the end of the world. I can help you, if you'll let me."
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"'Hotel California' is the best song in the world. Fight me," said the spiky-haired girl whose mother had not even been born when said song peaked on the charts.
"I will gladly fight you if you continue spouting such nonsense," said the old man with the combover. "'Roar' is by far the superior composition."
(Yes. He's talking about Katy Perry.)
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He was being crushed alive.
Opening of a final chapter, or perhaps a prologue. The main character has won, but he's trapped far away from everyone else and it's unlikely they'll find him in the rubble in time. He muses briefly on what the world will be like now that the bad guy is gone, and they'll learn about all the gods and goddesses instead of just the one. What an interesting world that would be, he thinks, and smiles as he pictures his children there. He wishes he'd been able too see it, too.
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cw: death mention
"If I were to die tomorrow, would you make me your shinki?"
"I don't want to talk about this."
They're lying in bed together, but he won't acknowledge this question. Disappointed, she turns away from him. A long time passes and she thinks he may have fallen asleep, until an arm snakes around her waist and he buries his face in the crook of her neck. "You're not going to die tomorrow. You're not allowed to die, ever."
(Noragami fic fodder at the time, potential supernatural/ordinary human romance AU vibe though)
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Writing Snippets - 18 September 2020.
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[Name] looked to my father for instructions. An ominous sinking sensation crept over me.
"She has to learn. Take her off of the ____ project."
In his defense, [Name] had the decency to look remorseful.
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Later: (from ^)
"Do you agree with him, [Name]?"
"You know it's not my place to-"
"[Name], please. Is he right about me? Am I dangerous?"
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"Torture me all you want. You won't get anything out of me because I don't know anything about it."
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"The next time we meet, it will be as enemies. I'll do everything I can to keep them from hurting you, but I can't risk exposing your identity."
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So, we were to meet as enemies after all. I'd suspected it might come to that since the disaster in [Place], but my hope had always been that [Name] would look back on those years and choose to believe me.
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Writing Snippets [4 September 2020]
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Where had it all gone wrong? This was the question on [FMC's name]
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It's always something.
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[Name] had always known she would be okay. She didn't always know how, necessarily, but with her family around her, even when things didn't make sense, she had known with absolute certainty that they would all work out in the end. Now they were gone, and her confidence had gone with them.
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[Name] was outgrowing his fairy friends, she realized. She had known this day would come. ("His" caregiver has told him a time would come that someone would come take him away. She didn't want it to be a betrayal or a surprise. He would always look up at her and say he wanted to stay with her, and she would frown and tell him sadly, "I know. I want you to stay with me, too. But you aren't mine.")
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It may be that she's tired.
It may be that it's been a long day, a long week, a long life...
It may be that the drive through forgot to leave the onions off her burger, but whatever the reason may be, she has had enough.
#snippets.#the fact that i remember that last one being about my absolute meltdown during the stressful experience of moving.#the final straw? the dairy bar down the street didn't put salt on my fries. i spontaneously burst into tears sitting on the stairs.
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Journal Prompts - List Edition [4 September 2020]
Things that make me happy.
Favorite songs.
Things on my mind right now.
Things I'm looking forward to.
Places I've traveled to.
Pet peeves.
What do you consider your best traits?
What do you consider your worst traits?
What do you struggle with?
Things I'm grateful for
Traits I admire in people
Things that are worth focusing on
Things that aren't worth focusing on
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Writing Snippets - Sometime in 2020, before or on Sept. 4.
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She knew he still had nightmares about it. They all did.
She watched him pace the floor nervously. "[Name]." Her voice was firmer this time,
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"That really hurt," she admitted.
"I know. I'm sorry."
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Years later, he still retreats to that secret space in the back of his mind, where the memory of the girl with pink eyes lived on.
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Things are quieter than they've been in a long time and she takes a moment to revel in the silence.
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"I can't help you with this. It has to be you. I know you can save him. You saved me."
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She can't tell where her nightmares end or his begin.
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The truth is, I knew you weren't mine. There was no way you could be."
"Then why did you help me?"
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And finally the day came when she didn't bother to get out of bed at all.
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"Then that means... everything that I thought I was..." There was a touch of hysteria in her voice. "You knew the whole time?"
She's been on a mission to help her MIA/endangered father, only to realize at the end the person she's been traveling with is her real father (he found her and orchestrated a way to tag along/be part of her life/just to get to meet her before...?)
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"No. You're the only family I need."
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The moment the thought crosses her mind, she wishes she could unthink it.
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Aftermath - the battle is over, Yukine has been released and can't serve Yato anymore, Hiyori almost died in the attempt to save them.
"Not here," Yato warns gently.
Yukine's gaze falls. They leave silently and walk for a long time.
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He knows she isn't really there. She hasn't been in a long time.
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"You're making it awfully difficult to concentrate," she chided, but he could hear the smile she was fighting back.
"You're working too hard," he replied, and she sucked in a breath when his hands came to rest on her shoulders, fingers digging softly into the stiff muscles. "See? Look how tense you are. You should take a break."
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Spicy Ones:
"You jumping my bones every night isn't exactly helping," she deadpanned.
"I don't recall any complaining last night," [Name] retorted. He grinned against her shoulder and she cursed her body for arching to allow him better access when he began trailing gentle kisses along the side of her neck. "And the night before that was all you. And the night before that."
She had a witty comeback prepared when she opened her mouth again, but all that came out was a breathy whimper when his tongue flitted across the sensitive skin behind her earlobe.
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"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew what was going on in my head right now."
There was something edgy and oddly enticing in his voice and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Enlighten me," she challenged.
He quirked an eyebrow, contemplating. The answer might not be worth one of her panic martial art responses, but then again... it might be. "Are you sure you want to know?"
She huffed indignantly, then became grew acutely aware of the shift in the atmosphere as he took a few steps closer, leaning in to whisper seductively in her ear. "It has to do with you, the desk behind you, and significantly fewer layers."
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Drake - Wisdom Teeth Removal. 1/16/2020
"And then the doctor came in like 'I'm a big ole fuckin' doctor I make millions of moneys".
"Coherent. And numb as fuck."
"There are games to play and bitches to slay!"
"I'm TOTALLY fine except the fact that I sound like a fucking moron" (cotton in the mouth)
"when do I get these balls out of my mouth?"
"i do have really pretty lips. what doctor can resist?"
"this is why we buy Charmin!"
"I'm coherent."
"I was asleep in the car? When?"
asked multiple times if all four teeth were gone
"and then she started the IV and that hurt like a bitch. And like I didn't even cry because I'm a man. And that's basically it. I don't remember when I crashed, she didn't even warn me."
"Diabolical deeds to use my mouth. I guess she held it open for him. 'Alright, doctor, stick it in, I've pried it open for you.' What a sinister duo."
"I make up the best stories. I talked about being face fucked in my sleep. Hey, I want Zaxby's."
"Oh man. I licked my wrist and there's blood."
"I French kiss pizza all the time. How do you think I eat my Papa John's?"
"Robert liked what he saw. I have a decent ass. I mean, it's no 10 by American standards but let's be honest, it's at least a 7."
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1/7/2015 (ish).
I have another really bad habit (maybe I should make this a "bad habits" journal!) of staying up really late. This time I think it's justified, because I'm currently filled to the brim with craft ideas. One of my biggest hopes for the year was that I would find a craft I would both enjoy and (hopefully) make a profit off of, and tonight I've finally come up with what I think are some awesome ideas. Such as: cross stitch phone cases (I can make a pattern from anything pixelated, and if you search for perler bead patterns you can find almosot anything. I'm also going to look into software or an app to pixelate my own images), and postcards and notecards and paper bows made from Stampin' Up stuff. <3 If all goes according to plan, I'm gonna be rich. (kidding! But wouldn't it be nice?) I have an excel class tomorrow in the auditorium - I suspect I'll be doing a lot more pattern drawing than note taking!
In other news, I went to the doctor today. I got my flu and pneumonia shots and they put me on Lexapro for the anxiety and a small-dosage anxiety/sleeping pill. Blood pressure was good (112/70) and they didn't need to do any blood work, so that's awesome!
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