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[the-consuming-flame]

”Oh sure!

Of course, stories being as they are there are a ton of variations on it, but they’re all kind of meant to have the same take away.

I think my favorite version is John Halbird. John believed himself to be quite a clever young thing, and when he heard whispers of the name Mother Mary, the Wishgranter, he knew he must find her.

Being a clever young thing, he knew the rules, he brought with him a spool and thread as tribute and knocked three times on the cottage door.

“I wish to see Lady Mary” he said and Mother Mary replied, ‘what will you give me in return?’ He gives her the spool and thread.

“I wish for my greatest boon to be granted!” He said

”And what shall that be?”

“I wish for wealth beyond measure.”

”I shall grant your wish, in return I would like your arms.”

And he agreed and gave her his arms, she put bracelets on them.”

But the money wasn’t enough so he went to her again, “I wish for a beautiful lover.”

And in return she took his legs and put ankle bracelets on them.

But it still was’t enough. He wanted more.

“I wish be king” he said, “I wish to be a God among men.”

And so she gave him a circlet crown. And with it she took his mind. He was King but only for a week before he returned. “I wish to be eaten” said the witch’s puppet.

And the witch obliged.”

Alex shrugged, “It’s kind of a basic be careful what you wish for kind of deal. Don’t be too greedy. You know?”

((This is a terrible time for this but I don’t want to forget it and I’m on a bit of a writer’s high- post whenever you please (though you already had that right. I’m sorry if it feels like we’re using your inbox for short story sharing.))

Hi, my name’s Alex. I have a bit of a story for you, from a while back? Forgive me if my speech is strange or nonsensical, it’s been about half a decade now- my how the time flies… But you didn’t come here to listen to some 20 year old talk about time… I didn’t come here to talk about it either… Stories are such strange things, so easily warped and twisted by time and the mind itself. The line between truth and fiction is so often blurred.

At any rate, I was friends with this person throughout my school years. And they- well- they were perfect. Oh that sounds so cheesy and like I was pinning For them but it’s true. They were never so overstudious that they’d miss socialization and never so invested in school work to miss a hang out session. They always looked nice and were pretty universally kind and liked. It almost created this weird… Uncanniness to them. Like, everyone misses a day or has to rewrite a plan but they somehow… Always seemed to have their life together. When I jokingly asked them how they managed it they said they believed in fate and just… Followed what it told them.

But there was one day where I caught their… Self- unself- slipping. I was at a party with a group of friends at their house when they ran to use the restroom. They’d been in there for a while when we heard a large slam, so we 123 not it to see who’d check in them and I lost. Its funny how those moments of random chance can just… Decide things isn’t it? Even important things can get swept up in the winds of it, though I often find myself wondering what would have happened to them if I hadn’t- would they have been able to break our faster

. . .

Would that have been a good thing?

I know that’s an awful thing to say, but the version of themself that I knew- and when they did break through-

At any rate, behind the door I heard a mumbling sound, so of course I put my ear to the door. “Get out… Get out of my head, go away I don’t- I don’t want this I never- I hate you, go away- wait no get off of me get offgetoffgetoff-“ there were more banging noises. I think- maybe- but it seems odd knowing… I think I heard them ask… Whoever not to eat us? I saw a spider race out the door of the room- nothing too strange, a common house spider. But there was something in how it slowed that told me it was watching me… I avoided stepping on it and knocked on the door, suddenly everything went quiet.

”Yeah yeah Alex, sorry about that. Everything‘s okay now.”

It’s odd that that part sticks out in my head so much but… After hearing that cracked, choking whimper, hearing the soft melodic voice of my friend saying that everything was okay now. I-I almost wanted to believe it- I let myself believe it for a while, but there was this… Curiousness about them whenever I was around. Like we shared the quiet secret of that night. I remember once they walked passed me and I heard them whisper, “The cottage’s door is open for you.”

I- that’s an old folk tale and of course I didn’t go but… I think it would still be open for me if I did. And there’s something about knowing that… Yeah something…

No- I’m just… Saying things again, I do that a lot. My friends call me kind of spacey and jerks call me a ditz! I should probably get going, thanks for listening to me talk about this!

The cottage… spiders… I just might know who you speak of.

An old folk tale, you say. I’d like to hear it.

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((What if I made a moodboard for Odysseus starting fire and cursed memes?

And of course by what if I mean-))

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..

You know it really hit me that this would have taken months to earn the hard way around.

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Note to self: Throw out this phone, get a new number possibly a good rule of thumb to use throw always in that place tbh

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Oh shit I forgot to fix my face

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This post is brought to you by KILLSHARE

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you guys did it. you saved the horse. plinko no more. he is home.

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Nightmares & Sleeping Meme

Words

“Don’t worry about it. I was already awake.”

“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

“Hey, last night… Are you okay?”

“How long have you been having nightmares like this?”  

“Talk to me.”

“Let me stay. I can make you breakfast in the morning.” 

“How long have I been out?”

“What happened?”

“Hey - hey! Hey! It’s me! [Name], it’s me, hey.”

“Was it the same as last time?”

“Strange place to fall asleep.”

“Do you … live here?”

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“You were already asleep, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It calmed you down, I think.” 

“You’re safe. It’s okay, I promise you, you’re safe. You need to stop fighting them.”

“I’m sorry, I know, I’m trying to help you. I want to help you, you’re hurt, I’m - god, I’m sorry, please go back to sleep.”

Actions

(Feel free to change which muse does what by adding names, etc!)

[TALK] - for receiver’s muse to be talking in their sleep.

[AWAKE] - for our muses to be lying awake together, neither one of them able to get (back?) to sleep.

[JOLT] - for receiver’s muse to jolt awake after a nightmare, possibly being held/talked to by sender’s muse.

[HURT] - for receiver’s muse to be half-conscious after an injury, and not able to keep their nightmares separate from reality.

[SOOTHE] - for sender to comfort receiver’s muse while they’re having a nightmare, trying to keep receiver asleep.

[TUCK] - for sender to find receiver’s muse asleep somewhere and tuck them in with a blanket (or jacket, etc)

[QUESTION] - for sender’s muse to check whether receiver’s muse is Okay, in the morning after a nightmare, in a wordless way (touching their arm, etc)

[PLEASE] - for receiver’s muse to ask sender’s muse for comfort after a nightmare, or for company staying up so they don’t have a nightmare.

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The Desolation

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          I never would’ve lived if I had never died.

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Hi… I guess- I’m not really sure if this counts but I kind of feel like I have to say it to someone at sometime? I know it gave me fear just not sure if it’s in your kind of wheelhouse- though there were some nightmares and you take those- really it feels like nothing but it’s always something that’s stuck to me in the back of my head even though it was ages ago- I think I was like 9 maybe 10? I’m like a whole adult now and the occasional nightmare still hits me like a brick.

So full disclosure 10 year old me was a bit of a dick. Uh, shout out to anyone that knew me back then, even though there’s no way you could see this and no it was me- sorry if you did I was dealing with some personal shit. Anyway I prefer and hope that people remember me more for these sick drawings I’d do in marker for any kid I respected who asked and had 5 bucks to spare. It was kind of my obsession, I actually had a school doodling notebook and a home one just in case, and for the extra room. If I wasn’t threatening some kid for standing to close to me or making up stupid crush rumors I was doodling I’m actually a tattoo artist now, go figure. I know this all seems like nothing but let me keep talking.

So there’s this kid right, really easy to miss. I’d literally never even touched them before, but I know it was them because they got their dumbass caught on camera.

They’d snuck into the school, destroyed my locker, tore up my school notebook and threw the remains in the dumpster on garbage day. I swear I don’t even know what I did to piss them off specifically- and I honestly would have kicked their ass if I didn’t also find a note.

‘Touch another student again and I’ll take more from you then that notebook. Tell anyone and the same will happen.’ I honestly should have called the cops- my friends told me that I should call the cops. But when I looked at them in class after reading the note, they had this smile it was sharp, and- It felt like a threat. And the night after I had these reoccurring dreams of things and people I cared about disappearing or being destroyed one by one and in every dream they were there with that smile. I still get them sometimes.

The kid apologized after the fact, and it sounded sincere, though I kind of noticed this- shift? In how they moved and acted. I think it was just because their parents had kind of forced the apology. Idk, I hope they’re… Not evil somewhere? Hope they turned normal lol.

Where do you think this whole thing falls if it does fall anywhere?

Aww, a baby avatar of the Desolation - and one with actual morals! That’s rare, you know.

Actually, I’d wager I Know exactly which one you’re talking about.

And no, he didn’t turn out normal :)

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Hi… I guess- I’m not really sure if this counts but I kind of feel like I have to say it to someone at sometime? I know it gave me fear just not sure if it’s in your kind of wheelhouse- though there were some nightmares and you take those- really it feels like nothing but it’s always something that’s stuck to me in the back of my head even though it was ages ago- I think I was like 9 maybe 10? I’m like a whole adult now and the occasional nightmare still hits me like a brick.

So full disclosure 10 year old me was a bit of a dick. Uh, shout out to anyone that knew me back then, even though there’s no way you could see this and no it was me- sorry if you did I was dealing with some personal shit. Anyway I prefer and hope that people remember me more for these sick drawings I’d do in marker for any kid I respected who asked and had 5 bucks to spare. It was kind of my obsession, I actually had a school doodling notebook and a home one just in case, and for the extra room. If I wasn’t threatening some kid for standing to close to me or making up stupid crush rumors I was doodling I’m actually a tattoo artist now, go figure. I know this all seems like nothing but let me keep talking.

So there’s this kid right, really easy to miss. I’d literally never even touched them before, but I know it was them because they got their dumbass caught on camera.

They’d snuck into the school, destroyed my locker, tore up my school notebook and threw the remains in the dumpster on garbage day. I swear I don’t even know what I did to piss them off specifically- and I honestly would have kicked their ass if I didn’t also find a note.

‘Touch another student again and I’ll take more from you then that notebook. Tell anyone and the same will happen.’ I honestly should have called the cops- my friends told me that I should call the cops. But when I looked at them in class after reading the note, they had this smile it was sharp, and- It felt like a threat. And the night after I had these reoccurring dreams of things and people I cared about disappearing or being destroyed one by one and in every dream they were there with that smile. I still get them sometimes.

The kid apologized after the fact, and it sounded sincere, though I kind of noticed this- shift? In how they moved and acted. I think it was just because their parents had kind of forced the apology. Idk, I hope they’re… Not evil somewhere? Hope they turned normal lol.

Where do you think this whole thing falls if it does fall anywhere?

Aww, a baby avatar of the Desolation - and one with actual morals! That’s rare, you know.

Actually, I’d wager I Know exactly which one you’re talking about.

And no, he didn’t turn out normal :)

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@entities-of-posts

The names Practice

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It’s that time again!

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teenage girl sighing dreamily as she lays in her bed and writes in her diary with a pink glitter pen and when you look at the notebook shes just writing “killing and violence and killing and violence” with little hearts above the i’s over and over and over 

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do you know what is truly vast, archivist?

this d-

*wipes blade clean*

:) That’s enough out of this one.