shootingstarwithatypewriter

[shootingstarwithatypewriter]

The Last Valentine (inspired by the stephen mackey painting)

A/n:Let me know if u enjoyed the story, or if there’s any corrections I need to make!! Constructive criticism is welcomed 💗

The extravagant corridors leading to the palace garden were desolate this night, excluding the shadowy figure hidden at the corner of its’ entrance. Royal guards typically dressed in luminous and finely brocaded armor that only those who served the Sovranthian Kingdom’s militia could don, a luxury that most couldn’t voice with how rigorous the training was. But this one wore an obsidian armor most didn’t know about with only the estates’ night patrol being permitted to wear them. 

Kiana though, was well versed in the obscured guards’ patrol having done this before. Exactly how she predicted he would, the figure removed his hand from his hilt and began walking back to what she knew was to take his mandatory bathroom break. Her father didn’t think it necessary for another guard to take watch since nobody ever frequented this part of the castle at this time of night. Who would want to see a bunch of meaningless flowers in the middle of the night? Kiana. That’s who. Every night of a full moon she slinks into her late mother’s garden to admire the captivating assortment of flowers she had, packed with all various kinds. Her father built it for her in hopes she’d never want to leave the castle, her having everything she loved under one roof, her family, her garden, and her kingdom with how often folk visited their king and queen. 

When she passed that all changed; no one was allowed in the castle and the garden was locked off even from Kiana, though it was her mother who introduced her to her love for plants. The flowers were evidently not so meaningless to King Mazi since he had the plants frequently watered still even after her mother’s passing. When Kiana stopped in front of the door she pulled out the key she’d stolen from the royal bed chamber while King Mazi was in a meeting a couple of months ago. If he’d noticed its absence he didn’t mention it, but Kiana suspects he knew she’d stolen the key and allowed her to wander the gardens if so not to have to bring up the topic of her mother. 

Unlocking the door Kiana quietly crept into the spacious room, looking up at the ostentatious glass ceiling that the full moon shone perfectly through. Peering back down she spotted a heart-shaped object near the pond she normally sat by. Closer she saw that the red box was covered in a blush-colored lace delicately embossed on the border of it, with a white bow sealing it. Kiana had forgotten about the lover’s holiday, having never had one. She didn’t fear her father forcing her hand, her parents being the products of their own parents' matchmaking, strongly disagreed with using their only child for political gain. Granted he was still the same man who locked her out of her own mother’s garden knowing how much it meant to her she didn’t put it past him. Examining the box for a postcard, she found none, so she assumed her father must have had a housemaid leave it in the greenhouses for her. 

Kiana carefully opened the box, seeing a jumble of chocolates in various shades of brown, and took one bite. Her mouth exploded with flavors, first a delicious and rich taste, then an awful and rotten one. Before she could spit it out and call for help, the room began to spiral, and her eyesight darkened, then brightened, then went entirely black. The last thing she remembered was the excruciating pain in her stomach. 

Kiana somehow already knew she was dead before she even opened her eyes. Her body was light, too light. She wasn’t religious and neither were her parents. They’d told her how our ancestors used to worship non-living things like the Sun and the Moon and as we aged we lost faith in those gods thinking we were the gods now, controlling life and death. She opened her eyes to the pale gleaming moon in the sky just as before. Before? The Chocolates. Kiana got up abruptly, but her body felt weird. Almost as if she were floating on top of water, weightless, but she still felt the faint heft of her body.  She was in a clearing of tall grass void of people, in what looked like Sovrathia. She was dead. Somebody killed her. Her father? No, she was the last person he had left, and even he was above murdering his daughter. So who had? Kiana noticed someone–no–something was watching her. A skeleton with a long, dark, villainous cloak looked at or faced her since it didn't have eyes, just giant gaping sockets where they used to reside. Death. It was Death here to reap her youthful soul. Walking to her the skeleton stopped just in front of her, “Come,” holding his bony hand towards her. Stepping back cautiously, “I am not coming with you. I need to stay and watch after my father. He’s now lost his wife and daughter, imagine what that could do to him..” Kiana began to attempt to wade through the tall grass, but as soon as she turned in the opposite direction, the skeleton man was in front of her again. “You don’t have a choice, you either come with me willingly or unwillingly,” he argued, “maybe if you didn’t have such a sweet tooth you wouldn’t be here.” Kiana froze without turning around, “..How did you know about the chocolates..?” Silence stretched over the two.

A/n againnn: the ending was kinda rushed bc I was up writing this till 12 am. I had a whole idea for the ending but I was fighting a good comma from the mcdoanlds I ate. sorryyy😭

[shootingstarwithatypewriter]

FIRST POST

Hi my names Dee (it's a nickname),im 16, and this is my first official post on Tumblr!! I'm a (debatably) ex-fanfic reader who has tried (and failed) to write my own fanfictions. I read books occasionally in elementary school, stopped for a bit, and picked it back up in Middle School in a new form..fanfiction. I was already reading books from my school's library when I began reading fanfiction (If Two Can Keep a Secret rekindled my reading obsession). I started on Wattpad and if you know anything about it you're aware of how ass some of the fanfics on there can be. Now I'm not trying to discredit any authors on Wattpad!! I've found many hidden gems on the platform and even go back there to re-read some of my life altering fanfics and novels. I've since moved platforms when I discovered tumblr two years ago, and here I AMM.

Throughout this school year I tried writing my own novels multiple times, but was unsatisfied with them as well (If you wanna see the first like paragraph or so of one of them lmkk). Whenever I write I have the words I just can't get them out in the manner that I want.That leads to us today, It's been a few months since I've written for myself, and I'm still unable to write the way I'd like to. I wanna expand my writing skills (or lack there of) so I can confidently produce stories worthy of being read. Positive feedback is so obviously welcomed, so please, whenever I post be niceee 😪