Story Prompt 49
In a quaint little neighborhood, nestled among the trees and chirping birds, there lived a curious soul. This person, hidden behind curtains and peeking through blinds, found solace in observing the lives of others. Every day, they would watch from their window, unnoticed by the world outside.
One sunny afternoon, the mysterious observer spotted something unusual. Across the street, in a house bathed in sunlight, a couple engaged in an animated conversation. Their gestures were lively, their laughter infectious. But something about their interaction seemed off. It wasn't the typical banter of lovers or friends; it was tense, almost strained.
As the days passed, the observer became increasingly intrigued by the couple's peculiar behavior. They watched as arguments erupted and reconciliations followed. They witnessed tears shed and smiles shared, all from the safety of their hidden vantage point.
One evening, as dusk painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the observer noticed a change in the couple's routine. They began to spend more time apart, their once animated conversations replaced by silence. It was as if an invisible wall had been erected between them, dividing their once harmonious relationship.
Unable to resist the urge to delve deeper into the mystery unfolding before them, the observer decided to take matters into their own hands. They ventured out into the twilight, their footsteps silent against the pavement.
Approaching the couple's house, the observer hesitated for a moment before ringing the doorbell. To their surprise, the door swung open, revealing the couple standing on the threshold.
"Can I help you?" the woman asked, her voice tinged with suspicion.
The observer hesitated, unsure of how to explain their presence. "I-I'm sorry, I couldn't help but notice… I mean, I've been watching… from across the street," they stammered.
The man exchanged a knowing glance with the woman before stepping forward. "You've been watching us?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.
The observer nodded, feeling a surge of embarrassment wash over them. "I know it sounds strange, but I couldn't help but notice… things seemed different between you two."
The woman's expression softened, and she exchanged a glance with her partner. "Come inside," she said, gesturing for the observer to follow.
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What if minecraft had a northern variation of the swamps?
"Travellers visiting the region note the appearance of strange blue lights, always hovering far out of reach. It is known that passing through the swamp during the hours of the day is completely safe, however, beware nightfall when the lights turn red."
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i love thinking about harry's relationship to his sexuality because like. we can infer that it's something he didn't know about himself before his amnesia. he spent 44 years full of internalized homophobia in what we can guess is not an especially accepting society, probably thinking "well i'm dating a woman so i'm straight it's fine lol. i'm sooo straight." just deliberately Not Thinking About It every time he saw a guy he thought was hot. turning it into a whole "guys being dudes" thing if he ever caught himself definitely-not-flirting with guys. being a stereotypical gym teacher because as we all know, anything that happens between pumped-up men in a gym locker room doesn't count. nevermind the fact that he based his entire personality off a disco star that he personally found hot, or had a fixation with a male boxer so rampant that even jean got sick of hearing about it. ignore the mullet and the affinity for disco long after the genre had gone culturally extinct, which are maybe two of the most bi things a man can have. all of these things and he's just like wow i sure love women! i'm so straight! i wonder what it would feel like to kiss this guy dancing in the club. with tongue. but like as bros lol i kiss women only! no homo!
then he forgets everything including homosexuality, but more importantly, including homophobia, so he doesn't have a label for his feelings but he also lacks the associated reservations, so he's just openly like wow these men are so cool and muscular and handsome. that smoker guy's shirt was open and he left before i could keep staring :( my brain is destroyed and i forgot the face of my partner of 3 years but remember that hot working-class boxer? hey kim i decided i don't care about my sexuality anymore, but also are you gay? oh cool. anyway i'm gonna go flirt with idiot doom spiral right in front of you and make ambiguously homosexual remarks all the time.
basically he goes from "doesn't know he's bi (homophobic)" to "doesn't know he's bi (clueless)" to, presumably, "knows he's bi (clueless)"
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They would say one thing and think another.
But you could hear all of it, couldn’t you?
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Ah, the joys of being telepathic and being able to hear what everyone’s saying about you even when their mouths aren’t moving
Raz can hear it all, too
Whether he wants to or not
(Yes I went full crazy and drew 23 unique doll children plus Raz and Cali for this shot lol)
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𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞
https://www.homestolove.com.au/cherry-tree-cottage
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