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Happy birthday to me y'all! My wife made me a cute birthday animation. I would die for her

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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and here i was, thinking my liking of kinich x xiao was rare and i'd never stumble upon any content of it ever... i thank u from the bottom of my heart

Thank you, Anon! I appreciate the love on my post ❤️

I honestly never expected anyone to actually ship it as it is. As I already stated in the notes, it was kinda random since I kinda suggested "what if we ship our mains?" and she was like "hell yeah".

It is a bit hard since I have to come up with all this character interaction for two characters that never even met canonically, so I was unsure on how this will process. Once I'm done with my exams for this year I will sit right down and continue the series. I already have a layout in mind for the second part. Though, the first actual somewhat romantic interaction will occur in the third part. I still need to build it up a little.

But enough talking, thank you for your support. If you want you can comment on this with your actual account and I can tag you on new parts that come out.

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Your work is great, please tell me you don't use AI

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 😭💔

I can assure you, I don't. Personally, I set the rule that I don't use AI to write my work. I feel like I'm letting somebody else think for me when I use it. I also discourage the usage of AI in creative fields or things where it is important for you to think and work on yourself without its assistance (like an essay for law school).

Of course I'm not innocent, and I've used AI before, around the time it started to get popular, because I wasn't really aware of the extent of AI, but none of my current posts contain any form of AI writing.

I also judge writers for using AI because it takes away all the fun things about writing. Where's the passion? Where's the creativity? Where's the personality? Where's the joy of finally finishing a work after you had a massive writer's block?

It's so soulless. "Here's a work I completely let an aritificial intellegence write for me after I gave it two sentences to work with"

Writing is a form of art. When someone makes a piece of art, they form a connection with their art. But where's their connection to a piece, something, not somebody, something else made for you within seconds? (That also applies to drawings.)

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A Late Night Talk

Summary: Leo and Corrin had just conquered a Hoshidan city, but many innocent lives were taken. Neither can sleep, so they talk about their feelings.

The moon shines brightly tonight. Beneath the starry sky, she walks around to try to clear her mind as the memories forbid her to sleep.

Corrin was assigned to conquer a Hoshidan city along with Leo by her side, a task they managed to execute with success. At first, everything went well. They gained the upper hand easily, and eventually the Hoshidans surrendered, ensuring Nohr's victory over the city. Upon her orders, a few hostages were taken, but there was no needless bloodshed.

However, it didn't remain this perfect. A little later that same day, King Garon ordered to kill every remaining Hoshidan in the area. It was hard to watch the soldiers kill everyone, her heart especially aching as the children were slaughtered.

Below the night, she wanders around to try to clear her mind as the memories forbid her to sleep. While she's walking a little outside the camp, she sees Leo sitting on a bench near a lake.

Can he not sleep either?

Corrin decides to talk to him. Maybe a conversation with her brother is what she needs to direct her restless mind somewhere else.

A little startled by the steps around him, Leo tenses and turns but relaxes again as he sees that it's Corrin. "You shouldn't be up so late," he says dryly, trying to mask the confliction inside him. In his head, he had to maintain the stoic exterior, even if today was quite difficult to handle for him. "The same goes for you, brother," Corrin responds and sits down next to him. It felt a little strange to have Corrin sitting so close, but he didn't mind.

"Why are you awake?" he asks her, to which Corrin's expression turns into a slight frown. It takes her a few seconds to find her words. "So many innocent people died today. I don't understand why. Why did they have to die? Fathers, mothers, even children. I couldn't prevent it either... Why does Father have to be so cruel?" Her voice was quiet when she said this.

Leo hesitates. The situation has also been keeping him awake, but he didn't want to admit that yet. "Father's decisions are absolute. It's a shame we couldn't help anyone, but we have to deal with it. We can't undo what's done. The best thing to do is look forward and try not to think about today."

He didn't sound as convincing as he had hoped to. Something inside him has doubted his own words, but he quickly shook it off. Now was not the time to question Father.

His gaze finds Corrin again, seeing her tense. She grits her teeth. "How can you say this?" Her voice gets louder. "Children died simply for the sake of killing. And you're saying we should just accept it?" She snarls but calms down as she realizes she raised her voice a little too high.

Leo couldn't help but get mad himself. "Do you think it's easy for me to accept this? Every single time Father does something like this and I start questioning his decision, I feel like a disappointment. I shouldn’t be doubting his judgment, but I do. I feel like I’m not worthy to be considered a Nohrian prince.”

Corrin stares at him for a while. She wasn't aware he was feeling this way. He always seemed so rational and stern, for example, in Cheve when he told her how to help the songstresses after Garon had ordered to kill all of them. But now? He felt just as conflicted as she did, showing a vulnerability she never knew he had.

"Leo, I—" she was cut off by him. "Dammit! Why did I have to say that out loud?" he mumbles to himself, but still Corrin hears him. There was a long silence afterwards. Leo avoids Corrin’s gaze, not wanting to look her in the eyes. Corrin was still a little stunned by his tiny outburst. She tries to find the right words to say to him but fails. The only thing that could be heard now is the water moving in the lake along with a soft breeze, which makes the leaves of the nearby trees rustle.

Eventually Corrin breaks the silence, trying to continue this conversation. She directs the conversation to herself again, wanting Leo to also hear her thoughts.

“All this senseless killing; it’s also making me doubt myself. I often wished I would be stronger or more powerful to prevent innocent lives from being taken. But I often just stand there, feeling…” Corrin can’t seem to find the right word. 

“Helpless,” Leo adds. “Yes, exactly. Helpless…” she repeats in a quiet tone. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Another pause followed. This conversation was going slow, but Corrin didn’t mind. A deep conversation often takes longer. Eventually Leo nods. “Yes, I feel it too. It can be devastating at times.”

She can’t help but smile a little as he willingly opens up. “I don’t understand why Father would do all of this. Killing these innocent people contributes nothing to winning the war,” she says. “Father does a lot of things we don’t understand. But we have sworn loyalty to him and to Nohr. As his children, it’s our duty to do anything. But… I wonder if we’re the villains.”

Corrin hesitates. “I know we’re not directly the best people, but I’ve been wanting to change Nohr from the inside. To no avail yet, sadly.”

Leo shakes his head. “Wanting and trying is not the same as succeeding. I’m surprised you can somehow remain this hopeful in this situation,” he says, his tone softer in contrast to the previous words he spoke.

“Things will change. I just know it. We have to be patient,” Corrin tries to reassure him. After all, she knows a little more than him thanks to Azura.

Leo gives a quiet, humorless laugh. There was something so admirable yet pitiful about her hopefulness. Then he adds, “Sometimes I think Father wins either way. Whether we bleed for him… or bleed because of him.”

A/N: During Fire Emblem Fates Conquest, I honestly wanted to see or hear more about the siblings' doubt for their father's decision. I'm sure there was much more going on in their head than the devs showed in the game. So I wrote this based on what I think might've been going on in his head. I just know it must've been chaotic. There might be some errors since it has been a while since I played Conquest. Don't forget to drink water, people.

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Things I wrote that are related to a popular or unpopular piece of media (e.g. video games, books, shows)

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Stories in which world building, characters and ideas all originated from me

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Information about the owner of this blog

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Introduction

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... ☕︎︎ My name is Yurakai, I am 16 years old, and I am a reader, writer, and artist who draws with pen and paper. My Tumblr blog will mainly just be a collection of my works along with some normal posts everyone makes.

»» Pronouns: she/her

»» MBTI: INTJ

»» Languages: English, German, Croatian

My inbox is always open for suggestions and questions, but I don't take the typical requests you'd send Tumblr writers. I won't write anything that is labeled "x reader," though if you'd like to see me write for a ship or general character interactions, you can always ask. I'll try to answer every question in my inbox too.

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Masterlist

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✐ Fanfiction

Gᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ Iᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ৎ୭

Two of a Kind -- Xiao x Kinich project

◆ Unfortunate Meeting -- They see each other for the first time

Fɪʀᴇ Eᴍʙʟᴇᴍ Fᴀᴛᴇꜱ ⚔

-> A Late Night Talk -- Corrin & Leo talking about their feelings

Masterlist

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✐ Original Work

◈ Short Stories

→ Envy

→ Regret

→ Buried Alive

→ Back to the surface (COMING SOON)

◈ Drabbles

→ Little Prayer

→ This is fine

◈ Interactive Stories

→ Jukebox (COMING SOON)

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Two of a Kind

╰┈➤ Part One: Unfortunate Meeting

"A disembodied fragment of a fallen Night Warden's spirit is on the loose. From what we managed to gather, he was a person filled with negative emotions, such as rage, vengeance, and guilt. The remnant managed to get into the Leylines and traveled through them all the way to Liyue due to Leyline disruptions. Some herb collectors spotted it near Tianqiu Valley in the form of a shadowy figure surrounded by a black and dark purple aura with glowing eyes. They didn't get too close, so we have no idea how it behaves, but it'll most likely be hostile. Kinich, you're going to go to Liyue and get rid of the remnant before somebody gets hurt."

"Got it.”

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“This is stupid,” Ajaw huffed. “Why do we have to chase this stupid remnant? I’m sure Liyue can send one of their adepti to get rid of it!” Kinich just sighed. “Because it came from Natlan, and it’s our fault for not being cautious enough and letting it travel all the way to Liyue,” Kinich explained to Ajaw, who had been a nuisance almost the entire journey. Kinich’s answer didn’t satisfy him. “But it’s in Liyue now, so it’s their problem, not ours!” Ajaw retorted, but Kinich just got more annoyed. “Why do I even bother explaining this to you?” he mumbled more to himself than to Ajaw. 

Deciding to ignore Ajaw and focus on the mission instead, he went through the details in his head again and pulled out the map of Liyue that was kindly given to him before he left Natlan. 

He was almost in Tianqiu Valley, where the remnant had been last spotted. Nothing secured that the fragment would still be present there, so it didn’t surprise Kinich that when he had finally arrived, he found that the Night Warden remnant had already headed somewhere else. It only made sense; quite some time had passed between when the people from Liyue spotted it and his arrival. 

After further looking around, he found some faint traces of elemental energy leading towards the northeast. 

“You’re not seriously going to follow that!” Ajaw inclined, floating right in front of Kinich, who just pushed the yellow pixel saurian away and headed towards Cuijue Slope.

───── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ─────

A cool breeze of wind blew against his exhausted body. He sighed, the current of air feeling soothing against his tense muscles. Previously, Xiao had overestimated his capacities and indulged in a battle that completely strained him. In the end he won, but he paid the price of overworking his body in this way.

The soft grass he was sitting on, along with the soft glow of the moon, created an atmosphere that brought him peace. He let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding and closed his eyes. This was a moment he rarely got, yet one he desired very often. One of peace and solitude. But even now, the gods didn’t grant him this peace, as suddenly he felt a dark presence behind him. A shiver ran down his spine as he sensed how chaotic and conflicted this being was.

He stood up and turned to face it, quickly equipping his Jade-Winged Spear. Xiao’s golden eyes locked onto that entity, a roughly human silhouette out of an unfamiliar energy with two glowing eyes, filled with despisal directed towards the adeptus.

His body might not be able to handle a battle right now, and he was unaware of the creature’s power, but that didn’t stop him from getting into a defensive stance. The hostility towards him wasn’t something he could overlook easily. 

His thoughts were racing. What is this thing? Perhaps a manifestation of the resentment of an evil god I killed? His stomach turned at the idea. But he regained his composure as he realized that this creature differed greatly from what he knew and his assumptions had been incorrect. 

He wasn’t given much more time to think about what this thing might be because it charged at him for an attack, an attack he was barely able to dodge. It used its powers to form claws that resembled those of an animal, but he had never seen an animal in Liyue with such claws before. Normally he could fight back and take the entity down easily, but not at this moment. Not with his aching muscles and body. 

He looked around, trying to use his surroundings to his advantage. On his left was a high tree he could seek refuge in. He jumped up onto a broad branch and looked down at the shadowy figure.

It didn’t move.

Then suddenly, it vanished. 

Is it gone now? 

Xiao gasped as that threatening presence appeared right behind him. It used its claws once again; Xiao was forced to step back, but he had forgotten that he was on a tree branch and not on solid ground, so his feet stepped into the air and he fell back.

He managed to land on his feet, but his knees bent from the impact, making them ache and worsening the condition of his already weakened body. 

Looking up at the creature, his eyes widened as he saw it jumping right at him. He gripped his spear tightly and held it up in an attempt to block the attack, but Xiao knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to hold it off in this weakened state. Still, he was determined.

However, before it could reach Xiao, a green ball of dendro hit the entity, causing it to dismantle and dissolve. Xiao’s gaze followed where the blast came from, seeing a young man standing there along with a yellow pixel creature. 

Xiao stood up and staggered, not making eye contact for a while. A mortal had to help him, an adeptus. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by that. Instead of a genuine thank you, he instead decided to say, “You didn’t have to intervene.”

Kinich couldn’t help but sigh. “You would’ve gotten hurt. I helped you. You owe me, but you can’t even say ‘thank you,’” he said in a displeased tone. Xiao finally managed to stand up straight and replied, “I didn’t request your help. I don’t owe you.”

Even though Kinich helped Xiao and strictly believes everything has its price, he had to admit that Xiao was right. His help was never requested. Xiao never consented to “buying” his help, so why should he have to pay the price?

“Fine, you win,” Kinich obliged. Ajaw looked at Kinich in shock. “Really?! You never give up as easily when you want to demand the debts of others!” “Shut it.” Kinich’s words were rough, but Ajaw just crossed his pixel arms and looked away like an insulted child. 

Xiao tries to walk away, his pride still hurt. He could’ve easily defeated it. For example, when he first saw it appear behind him. If he hadn’t wasted his time thinking about what it might be and instead would’ve just attacked it right away, he would’ve managed to kill it. Especially since the power of a human’s dendro vision was able to dismantle it so easily.

Seeing Xiao try to leave but stagger this way, Kinich followed him for a few steps. “You’re not in good condition. Do you require—” “No.” 

…

Kinich was surprised; he barely finished his sentence, and Xiao already declined him. “That’s stupid. You’re in terrible condition. You need help,” Kinich inclined, but then Ajaw chimed in, “Come on, Kinich! Let’s just go. He obviously doesn’t want your help, so let’s stop wasting time.” “Silence.” Kinich’s words were harsh towards Ajaw, but then he looked back at Xiao and came closer again. 

“Stay away,” Xiao warned. “Your help is not needed; I am able to handle myself like this,” he continued. “Don’t be childish. Just let someone help you,” Kinich said. His words upset Xiao. “Why do you care? You don’t even know me. There’s no reason for you to spend your time and energy to help me. I’m sure you’ll be able to use it on something that also benefits you.”

The argument went back and forth, Xiao insisting on handling this alone, though his words had no meaning looking at this condition. He needed help. So why wouldn’t he accept it? 

“Stop being foolish; you’re in a terrible state. You don’t owe me. But letting yourself get harmed even more out of pride is just wasteful.” Kinich’s voice was rough, infuriated by Xiao’s stubbornness. Even if Kinich isn’t that much of a fan of helping others for free, he doesn’t tolerate self-destruction.

Affected by Kinich’s behavior, Xiao raised his voice. “I won’t. Just leave me be. I have no need for your concern. Do not put yourself in unnecessary danger by trying to help me; it would be a waste of your limited time, mortal,” he declared, hoping this argument would end soon. Spending what little energy he has left on trying to persuade Kinich to leave him alone wasn’t good for his body, not that he cared much.

“What kind of foolish mindset is that? Trying to do everything on your own will only end in your demise,” Kinich hissed. “That’s not nobility. That’s arrogance,” he continued.

Xiao’s anger rose. “Don’t act as if you know me or my motives. You’re a mortal human, while I’ve lived for thousands of years. You couldn’t possibly grasp the intentions I have behind every single action I proceed to carry out. Don’t waste your time on me. I’m not worth it.”

He wasn’t yelling. His tone was surprisingly low when he said this, but that doesn’t change the hateful undertone that he carried through his words, even if the hate wasn’t targeted towards Kinich.

Kinich opened his mouth to say something back, to disagree with Xiao, but knew he had been unreasonable. He stayed silent for a few seconds, thinking about the situation, before finally giving in. “Fine… I’ll leave you alone.” Admitting his mistake was still a little difficult for him, but after seeing Xiao, he realized that trying to force his assistance only worsened his condition. 

A little ashamed by his actions, he gave Xiao one last glance before turning around and walking away. Ajaw laughed, enjoying Kinich’s defeated expression. “Finally! It’s about time we finally head back.”

Xiao watched Kinich leave, relieved that he’s finally alone again. He headed the opposite direction, towards a safe spot he knew he could rest in. Though something inside him had stirred when Kinich left, he didn’t pay this feeling much attention.

A/N: Not what I usually post, but me and my wife decided it would be a fun idea to ship our mains in Genshin Impact. As a writer, I did what writers do and made a fanfic. It's my first fanfiction too. This will become a series, though part two will probably take long until published. Also, if there's any mischaracterization or wrong lore in here you can tell me, just write a comment.

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This is fine.

The flames around me rise higher and envelop me. There is no escape. In a matter of seconds it happened, with no sign of a possible source. I just sat down to drink my coffee, but then it was already too late.

I glance at the ceiling, which is covered in dense, dark grey smoke, then at the engulfing flames that are rapidly approaching me, and finally back at my coffee.

I look at the mug, a simple white mug I got at the dollar store, filled with cheap coffee I brew in less than a minute.

I should run, scream, but no. I stay calm. This situation can't bother me. Instead of panicking I stay calm and smile. I just take a breath and open my mouth to speak.

"This is fine."

A/N: Remember when everyone just wrote drabbles to memes a few years ago? It came into my mind again, and I wanted to participate. Have a marvelous day/night, y'all!

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Buried Alive

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. It's a semi-horror story but doesn't contain any violent or graphic content. I was inspired by a Let's Player who played a horror game where someone was buried alive.

His eyes open, and all he sees is black. A horrible headache is gradually becoming noticeable. He asks himself, "Where am I?" right away. The air is thick, and his surroundings are damp. He moves his hands carefully in an attempt to sense his surroundings. Immediately he realizes how narrow the space he’s in is.

His fingertips touch a wall, the contact sending a shiver down his spine. It was a strange sensation. He presses his palm flat against the surface. “Wood… that feels like wood,” he thinks. Just where exactly is he right now?

He tries to remember what happened before he woke up in this strange place…

He was in the city in the late evening, had just grabbed a coffee from Starbucks, and was heading to the park. When he went into the park, he noticed it was strangely empty. He lives in a big city, so even around 9 the park was very crowded with various people. He went to sit on a bench near the center, but then he noticed something strange. There were eyes in the bushes. He wanted to stand up and leave as he got a bad feeling about this, but suddenly he heard a loud thud behind him, and then everything was black. That’s the last thing he could remember. 

He shifts and moves again, trying to turn, but to no avail. Eventually he recognizes the shape of the space he’s in. It resembles a casket. A casket. Immediately he tries to push open the lid, but something very heavy is covering it.

As realization dawns on him, he starts to panic. Is he really underground right now? This has to be a bad dream. How did he even get here? Was he falsely declared dead? What happened after that loud thud?

Suddenly he starts screaming. He screams his lungs out, calling for help. Minutes pass, and eventually his voice is hoarse. No one heard him; he’s 1.8 meters underground. There’s no way anyone could hear him when he’s buried that deeply. 

Everything feels so surreal. Of course he heard of the scenario of being buried alive, but that was in movies, video games, or history books informing about stories like that centuries ago. He read about how there used to be bells attached to coffins because the people back then often mistook the living for the dead, and a falsely buried person could just ring the bell to signal they’re alive.

When he first read about this, he thought it was stupid and unnecessary, but oh, how he wished for one of those safety coffins with bells right now. He could just pull a string and ring a bell, and someone would get him out of here, but no. He’s completely sealed with no hopes of being dug out. He’s stuck and will either die of oxygen shortage, starvation, or dehydration.

Mentally he has already given up. There was nothing he could do. As he lies there, he notices he’s lying on something uncomfortable. The realization that he’s wearing the exact same clothes he wore before waking up dawns on him. As he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, he realizes what he’s lying on. A lighter. Whoever buried him didn’t empty his pockets. 

Something feels strange about it. Why would he be buried with all that stuff? He reaches into his jacket and sees that he even still has his cigarettes. Then he reaches into the other pocket he has on his jacket. Jackpot! His phone. Maybe he could call for help? Text someone to tell them where he is right now?

He hurries and unlocks his phone. With incredible speed he opens his calls and clicks on the first contact that shows up - in this case, his mother. He looks at his phone screen, watching as the phone tries to call his mother. It drives him crazy to see the word “connect…” repeat over and over again, just for the phone to automatically hang up after 30 seconds because it didn’t find a connection. He should have expected that. There’s no way he can reach anyone on the surface like this. 

Right now, however, he was desperate, and while his rational mind was telling him it wouldn’t work, he still tried to text everyone he possibly could. Even if he expected it, it was still disappointing to see that an error occurred on every single message.

With nothing else left to do, he turns on the flashlight of his phone to inspect the casket he’s lying inside. It’s nothing special, just dark wood. But then he sees something. On his left side, something small was carved into the wood.

“Keep Still” 

How strange… But beneath that, something else is written. 

“Not Alone”

A shiver runs down his spine. Is this some kind of joke? A mistake? Someone carved that into a casket, and that someone knew that the person that’ll be inside this casket will be alive. Nothing makes sense. Not alone? He’s not alone? And why should he keep still? Is this other person not allowed to hear him?

Everything about this feels like a dream—no, it feels like a terrible nightmare. A terrible nightmare he’ll hopefully wake up from now. He pinches himself, but he’s still in the casket. 

Hours pass in this terrible silence where he can only hear his heartbeat and own breathing. But that tiring silence eventually gets interrupted by shifting. He can hear shifting around his casket. Like something is digging around him. He shuts his eyes tightly and tries to focus on the noise. Is it a mole? But as the noise comes closer, he realizes it’s way too big to just be a mole. 

The closer it comes, the bigger it sounds. He can also hear its breathing. For some reason it sounds hungry. Very hungry. Scarily hungry. He starts to get nervous. Is that what “Not Alone” meant? Is that the thing that disrupts his solitude in this narrow and thick-aired grave? 

His thoughts are interrupted by something bumping against the casket. The next thing he can hear is intense sniffing. He starts holding his breath and stops moving completely. Whatever that thing is, he knew it definitely isn’t friendly.

The louder the sniffing gets, the more scared he gets. From nervousness to fear. From fear to terror. Terror.

He’s terrified. Terrified of whatever this hungry beast was that’s breathing so harshly and sniffing the casket. He can hear it digging around him, the force of its body causing his surroundings to vibrate. Suddenly it stops moving.

Is it… listening? 

He’s been quiet this entire time, so the risk of it hearing the poor man was low, but he’s still so utterly terrified. What if his heartbeat is too loud? He can’t hold his breath for much longer; he’ll have to take a breath soon.

At this point he’s practically shaking. He tries so hard to hold still, but it wasn’t possible. The terror he felt just got so much more intense. What if his shaking is going to make the creature know about his presence? 

The next few seconds felt like torture, but to his luck, the creature dug itself away from him. As it’s far enough away, he takes a deep breath and starts panting a little. It’s gone… whatever that was is now gone. 

There was still only one problem present - he’s still buried underground. As he tries to think of a solution to distract himself from whatever that thing was, he can suddenly hear digging again, but not from around him. It’s from above. It also sounds different - like three main motions repeating themselves over and over. Something being stuck into the earth, a part of the earth being lifted up, and then the sound of it being thrown away and landing on the surface.

This is the sound of humans digging. With a shovel. Someone was digging him out. Finally, he can get out of here! Soon he can feel the casket being lifted up and placed somewhere. He was smiling. It’s over now! This nightmare of being buried alive is over!

The casket door is being opened, and immediately he sits up and tries to get out, but something stops him. The people around him, the ones that dug him out, look surprised, shocked, and one even disappointed. His smile immediately falters as one of them opens their mouth to speak.

“You survived it?”

A/N: My friend was mad about this cliffhanger, so I'll be continuing this story soon. Stay tuned, y'all. Have a nice evening.

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I was looking at prompts on Pinterest to get inspiration for a short story because I really feel like writing right now and I found this.

Never felt so called out before. 💔

-> Original

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Regret

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. This originally was German homework, where we had to write about the inner monologue of a character having a near-death experience, but I liked it so much I decided to kind of rewrite it and post it on Tumblr. TW: Mentions of death and bullying.

Regret: a feeling of sadness, repentance, or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do.

Suddenly everything turned black. It all went too fast. We were driving to a party outside of the city, but then suddenly a car came into our lane. The steering wheel was in my hand. I had no other choice but to dodge the car, but due to previous rain, the roads were wet. We went straight into the forest, and the car overturned. I lost consciousness.

"Am I dead now?"

That's all that went through my head. But then I started remembering something. It was me in fourth grade PE.

We were playing dodgeball, and Gina, a girl from my class, was the last one picked and was supposed to go on my team. I didn't like that at all. Proudly, I announced, "Gina is too fat. You can hit her with both eyes closed and one hand tied behind your back!"

The entire class laughed while her face was getting red in anger. But as I actually looked closer, Gina was not only mad, but you could see hurt in her eyes. It's like she was trying to mask how much my stupid comment hurt her by acting mad.

The next memory I saw was me during lunch at school. I was in sixth grade. All of my friends were talking about a new girl in our class, how smart she is, how well she is with animals, and much more.

I hated that she was the center of attention, so I started spreading rumors. I told everyone that she got kicked out of her old school because she was caught smoking at the playground and beat up another student. Soon she was hated and even bullied.

More and more memories came up, for example, how I spread embarrassing photos of a guy that rejected me. how I purposely excluded a friend of mine because she criticized my taste in fashion, how I mixed some alcohol into someone's juice to get them drunk, and so much more.

I never would've expected to see this when I would die; I thought I'd see the highlights of my life, like my first kiss or the vacation to the Maldives. Not these random memories, where I'm just an asshole. But they caused a stir in me...

All these memories had one thing in common. They filled me with regret.

I regret how I lived my life. I've been such an asshole to everyone, causing them to starve themselves, suffer, and become victims of bullying or other things. I never really cared, but now that I "died," I can't help but regret everything.

[yurakaistories]

Little Prayer

TW: Knife

I sit in my room, blood dripping from my wrists as I kneel down, praying to the gods or any higher creature that will hear my pathetic, desperate little pleas.

"Why do they do this to me, God?"

God is silent. He usually is.

The moon shines bright this night, the knife under my pillow reflecting the glow that comes from my window and drawing my attention.

I grab it, deciding to put an end to this once and for all.

[yurakaistories]

Envy

Disclaimer: This is a fictional text about a random nameless character I created. I'm using this as a practice to write about the emotions of a singular person.

Envy: a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck.

She, the daughter of the man who has the highest military rank attainable. She, a strong soldier who plays a semi-important role in the military of her country. A woman who has mastered several martial arts and is an expert in war strategies. Raised and trained by the strongest man in her country, and perhaps even the entire continent.

The same woman, now repeatedly punching the wall, trying to let out all her anger. A prideful woman who was overwhelmed with negative emotions. Devastation, fury, and most importantly, envy.

Envy. An emotion that has always been a part of Mireya's life. Envy those who were naturally talented and never had to train much to achieve strength. Envy to those who got everything shoved up their asses during childhood and never had to work hard for anything. Envy to those who were privileged enough to choose their place.

She, who challenged an assassin thinking she could win easily, was left defeated. She was on the floor, only able to land one hit on that person, while she herself got hit several times. Looking up at her opponent, she felt ashamed.

It wasn't the defeat itself that devastated her; it was the way she got defeated. The emotionless face of that damned assassin while charging at her with such bad attacks. Those attacks had no true sense behind them, no technique, and no real coordination. It was just some random hits charged at her. The feeling of losing to someone who either had no control over their attacks or did not see her as worthy enough to put effort into them was driving her insane.

So now she stood there, hitting the wall repeatedly out of envy and frustration. Envy, of the very person who defeated her so easily, complimented her skills even though she lost and acted like nothing happened. Frustration, to her own weakness, being defeated while going all out. Her emotional weakness ate her up from the inside, the feeling only getting worse with the realization of how little control she had over her feelings.

Every time she heard the name of that person who defeated her, her face lit up in anger and devastation. A simple name could ruin her entire day. A name that has burned into her memory, along with the face that belongs to that very name. A name will remind her of this pathetic defeat every time she hears it.

She just kept hitting and hitting, her knuckles wounded and blood dripping out of them. She didn't notice it, as she was too focused on the feeling that was developing in her lower body. A feeling so bad she was not able to focus on anything else. Like a pack of wolves had made their way into her body and started eating her from the inside out in a way she could do nothing against it. The feeling of being defenseless, while all she can do is let that feeling take over. Such strong emotions from one defeat, from a fight where no one else was watching.

Her body stopped her from hitting the walls, and soon she got her senses back, looking at her bloody hands. However, the state of her hands and the wall didn't stop her. Instead, she focused all her strength into her fist while charging a powerful hit against the wall, causing it to crack. "HOW IS SOMEONE LIKE HER SUPERIOR TO ME?! WHY DID I LET MYSELF GET DEFEATED LIKE THAT?!" Those words came out of her mouth while she shattered the wall.

After she realized what she had done, her expression changed. Instead of anger and envy, it now focused even more on frustration.

Slowly she sat down on the bed, her expression showing indescribable devastation about her current state. She was aware of how emotionally unstable she was, but now the awareness just got intense. The fact that all this was just because of one defeat. One defeat that no one else but she and her opponent knew about.

"What the hell is wrong with me!?" She mumbled to herself with an aggressive tone, balling her bloody hands into fists again. Her mind was overrun with the memory of her defeat. She saw herself fall over and her opponent just looking at her with those emotionless eyes and the nothing-saying expression. It drove her insane. She hated everything about it. Those empty black eyes, like a deep and endless void; these perfect lips; the flawless jawline; the calm composure; the silk-like hair. It was perfection. This perfection caused the envy inside her to grow and overdo all the other emotions that were rumbling inside the poor girl's body.

She hated it. She knew almost nothing about this person, but she managed to envy her in such an unhealthy matter it could drive a completely normal human insane.

As she slowly calmed down, she took a look at the mess she made. "Shit..." she murmurs to herself as she realizes the effect of the broken wall. Her eyes shifted to her bloody hands.

'Why do I have to be so pathetic?' she thought to herself in a harsh tone and quickly tried to find a way to fix the chaos before her father came home.

She can't let anyone know about this. About her aggressions. About her frustration. About her weakness.