#Singö

[arahith]

Na-soloTTRPG-wri-mo? is that a thing?

So I'm doing approximate Nanowrimo this year or well 30 days of solo journaling TTRPGs and aiming for 1,667 words per game. I'm less concerned about the word count than starting and finishing 30 games.

It's been a goal of mine to play more games, experience different game mechanics, see how they influence story, and to just write more. So, I pulled out my embarrassingly large itchio game collection and a d30 and planned out the whole month! Gonna tag it all nanoish22 so block that if you need to.

First up is Singö by Emma Lindhagen! It's about going back to the countryside that you used to visit as a child.

I got a little weird towards the end? but that happens sometimes. Also this is completely unedited and got a little rushed towards the end so don't judge me!

Today's words: 1107

On the bus there:

The bus rumbles along, Stockholm by now far behind, and you...

Well...

Who are you?

You're in your 30s, the mess of college of your early 20s over and the mess of work of your late 20s over. You finally have time to do this.

It's been a long, long time since you were last here, almost 20 years, and now? Well the people you used to come here for are dead but the place? It's still here. You're trying to hold on to the motivation that booked this bus ticket and took time off but it's hard. You need a break, you want to get back to nature, enjoy solitude. And besides, you never realized that there might be a last time you would come here. This way at least, you can say your goodbyes even if you do come back later.

The bus stops.

You are here.

You have 5 days.

Day 1- Slow day at home

Weather- Breezy

You're tired from you trip in and decide to take it easy today. No plans, no distractions. Just relaxation.

It takes you 20 minutes to be bored out of your skull.

As you sit there trying to follow your no phone rule and read a book, the flagpole clacks in the wind. It's a bright, breezy day and the flag snaps in the wind.

You remember vaguely there there was something to do with changing the flag on certain days? You're not sure which flag or which days tho. For a moment you feel like a poor caretaker, sun bleached and thinning flag waving before your eyes.

You don't bother to find out if you should do anything with the pole and flag and your willful ignorance disgusts you. Maybe it was a bad idea to come back to a lace where you feel like a child.

Day 2- Here, there, and everywhere

Weather- Hot

Yesterday was a bust, but today, today will be different. You call a friend who said they would be nearby. You didn't know them back then but you wish you did. What would it have been like if neither of you were so lonely as children? Would you still be friends? They're going to bus in and spend the night. You hang up and walk down the hill, flowers surrounding you and decide to immediately walk to the bus stop. You'll take the long path.

There's flowers everywhere, too small to pick really and you wouldn't have anyway. Let them live their lives.

Eventually you make it to the bus stop with... hours to spare. Oh well. You get an ice cream from the grocery and sit by the stop. It's very nostalgic. Your taste in ice cream hasn't changed but the label has. Cars pass slowly. you still suck at guessing their colors before they come round the bend.

Jean hugs you when they arrive and you take the quicker (still long) way home? Cottage? Temp home.

You eat a picnic together on the cliffs watching the jet skiers then head to the woods.

It's amazing how much better things are with a friend.

You walk through the woods, skirting the clearing that always felt wrong to you and Jean says they saw someone across it. That's spooky enough for the both of you and you go home.

Before bed a fox sniffs around the cottage.

You stay up into the night.

Day 3- Wildcard

Weather- Threatening rain

There's a boat in the shed. Jean wants to go rowing. It's a lot better maintained than it was in the latter part of your grandparent's life. You remember, as you lug the boat out and down to the beach, that you once stole a saw by accident. You meant to borrow it, but left it in the woods. Maybe it's still there.

You and Jean have what feels like a long way to go. The tide is low. You're careful. It's slippery.

the day passes quickly and you're caught unawares despite your preparation and the sun is sliding down as you make your way back to shore.

Maybe that's why you slip.

Maybe it's because Jean said something hilarious.

Maybe it's because you weren't paying the care you put in at low tide.

Maybe you're just tired.

Either way the last thing you see as you fall is the reflection of off the roof of that wretched tower.

You're sitting in the grass.

It's by the side of the road and cars occasionally speed past far faster than they should.

You don't remember how you got here but there's a lady bug crawling on you.

It flies away and you wish for...

Wait...

Day 4- A day on the cliffs

Weather- Still

You were at the sea.

It's barren. There's no one here.

Fish still flop in buckets but there's no one here to put them in.

You dump them, bleeding mouths, back into the sea.

Only some can swim away.

You make you way from there up the cliffs and suddenly the world teems with dragonflies. They cover everything, even you , and you don't dare lay down, lest you crush them.

You wish they were with you.

Wait who is "they"?

You're lying in the sun, now on the clifftop. The world spins.

You breath in and roll over, off the edge.

Day 5- A long walk

Weather- Threatening thunder

You're on the road, a long ways from the cottage (home?). You're in town proper, with townhouses instead of cottages. They're not all hows you remember them. Some are the wrong colors, some shorter, some taller, some just... gone. You can't look at those ones.

You sneak down an alley between houses to the shortcut through the woods.

Vaguely you understand that you're loosing time. Slipping...

There are blueberries! You haven't had fresh ones in ages and you gorge yourself. There's so many you fill up your shirt with them to be brought home to them...

Who are they?

It takes a long time to get to the cliffs and you're forced to eat your gift, sitting there with you legs dangling off the edge of the cliff.

But you aren't at the cliff.

You're by the tower.

This is wrong.

You shouldn't be here.

But it's getting dark and the the thunder that's been threatening all day finally downpours. You pass a mailbox as you run for the door, surprised that a place like this gets mail.

You open the door.

On the bus back:

When you wake up in the room you're confused, blueberries still on your tongue and rain still in your hair. You feel like you're forgetting something.

But they are there.

Jean.

Now you know, when you do actually go through the clearing, to the tower, it will be ok.

[mionorth]

Singö levererade inatt, lady Aurora dansade för mig där jag frös längst upp på Ellans klippor #auroraborealis #norrsken #salig #singö (på/i Ellan, Singö) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGt9BpWn00WnRImDDRWnmF1jQHCwjNxLGGUKi40/?igshid=1j0fhlg6mor6p

[jfgobin-photo]

#northernlights ( #auroraborealis ) from #singö, #sweden

[rostam-z]

Singö Camping

When it’s extra dark outside I really miss places like this. Not too cold or warm. Not too bright or too dark .

#FujiFilmNordic #landscape #landscapephotography #raw_nordic #landscape_lovers #sky_captures #landscapephotography #landscape_captures #ic_landscapes #ig_exquisite #nature_wizards #nature_shooters #landscapestyles_gf #landscapehunter #special_shots #naturediversity #landscapelovers #earth_deluxe #instanaturelover #nature_prefection #nature_brilliance #ig_sweden #visitsweden #swedenshots #ig_scandinavia #sweden_photolovers

Via: @z.rozanoff

Source: RostamZandi.se

[a-lice-kelly]

Singö, July 2018

[hansherman91]

I början av åttiotalet körde jag 500-båt i Kustartelleriet på KA 1. En gång höll jag på att hamna i kasernfängelset. Hade glömt de hemliga sjökorten i båten utan att låsa när jag inte var där. Dagbefälet gillade inte det. Hur som helst på bilden ett sådant märke som militärlederna byggde på. (på/i Farmorsviken Singö)

[jwittsjo-blog]

En underbar dag på Singö! (på/i Backbybadet)

[hawkandthewild]

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Recorded a couple of live videos out in the forrest on Singö some days ago. Inspired by the Mahogany videos franchise I call these the WildLive Sessions... 🎶😄 Stay tuned! . . . #musicvideo #shoot #musicvideoshoot #brokentaillight #bonfiresun #extricationsong #singersongwriter #music #stompnholler #guitar #song #live #singersongwriter #music #harmonica (på/i Singö)

[jfgobin-photo]

#sunset from #singö, #sweden

[dizzyangel]

Happy Midsommar from Singö, Sverige :) (at Ellans Vändplan)

[hansherman91]

#morgonrapport Från andra sidan viken. (på/i Farmorsviken Singö)