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Sage you're so good I-
aaaaaa uno reverse tho???
D:
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@ccb37 I like to think I don't cry
You just proved me wrong
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also @DoctorOfTheDead i'm uhhhh crying :') you really did give us heart-wrenching :'))
D: I'm sorry I made you cry but I'm glad my writing was good!
Nice, nice, Ccb37. I have a Silas who's a healer too.
Idk. My Silas is just a really smart asshole that respects no one.
He did the only thing he could think to do, the only sane thought that popped into his head: he stole his father’s car and jetted off into the distance, driving down the road as fast as he could. Moonlight lit his way as the streetlights were dim in most places and broken in the rest. The town itself seemed asleep, the peaks and hills of the road rising and falling like the steady breath of a chest in deep slumber. Beach houses, surfing shops, condominiums, and tacky seafood restaurants rose all around him. He sped to the edge of the town, where the interstate in its full glory kissed the edge of the main road, and swerved off, bringing the car to a shrieking halt. He slammed his palms against the wheel, frustration building. He didn’t want to be in a town that slept through the night, like someone on the brink of death or in the depths of illness, he wanted to be somewhere that moved, somewhere that breathed each breath like it was precious, somewhere that embraced him and enveloped him in life. He wanted to run through this last summer, wanted to hurry towards the future, not crawl.
He left the car on the side of the road and dismounted, bare feet hitting sand and gravel as he stumbled from the road onto the beach. White sand stretching across the expanse, untamed with weeds shooting up throughout, leading to the still, dark ocean. The water was impossible to see into, due to the darkness and to the natural murkiness of the water. It wasn’t like a pristine Florida coastline or a bright blue California wave; it lacked the vibrancy. Or perhaps Kai was biased. He wasn’t going to try to see past his own point of view.
His feet met the water. It was warmer than the air. The realization led to him to sit down, letting the waves crash over him and drench his clothes and hair. He wished for something, something strong, but since he was in short supply he lit a cigarette instead. He leaned back to keep his head out of the water and placed the cigarette in his mouth, eyes towards the stars. This is better, he thought, much better than the crisscross beams and the stale attic.
Foamy, thick waves pushed against him in gentle rhythm, steady breath, held him close. It almost felt like an embrace, the water being so warm in contrast to the wet, cool night air. He looked off to his side and saw something move in the water. Likely a fish, he told himself, but he imagined it was another person, lost as he was, looking for something in the ocean. He offered that person his cigarette, but he let his hand dip too low and the waves took it instead. Sand inched into his clothes and he felt like he was lying in a bed of wet crumbs. Suddenly the Romantic beach scene was pathetic, he was suddenly waterlogged and gross and drunk, and the swirling police lights reflected off of the dark water instead of the stars. He was pulled roughly from the warm embrace and yanked to his feet.
Oh I like.
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tw: abuse, thoughts of suicide
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I don't have it written out yet, but i have the basis :/
There's a scene where my main group gets kinda ambushed. They all get a little bit separated, but Garret (my MC) is closest to Dominick, who garret decided he hated, and Dom get shot and dragged away by the ambushers and he's screaming to Garret for help, saying "Please, please, they're gonna kill me! I know it! They'll kill me!" and Garret chooses to ignore him. And further away, Dani (Garret's love interest and Dom's sister) doesn't see what's going on until the people who ambushed drove away with her brother. She started having a breakdown and stuff and garret tries to play it off like he didn't notice until it was too late as well. He comforts her and since he's there for her, she kind of starts to catch feelings for him, but later on she finds out that Garret let her brother get captured, and she thinks he's dead.
Maybe once i actually write this out, i'll revisit this thread and post it cos this ^ doesn't to the scene justice :(
Yeah. Really it would need to be typed up for real.
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Dom, you've already read this so you don't have to read it again, it's just that this is probably the best 'heart-wrenching' scene I've managed to write
TW: this is an aftermath scene of a rape, so there are hints to it but nothing really said or shown.
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(Geez, Circe, why are you so talented?)
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((I feast off of the suffering of my children. You should try it sometime. Quite appetizing))
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(Trust me, I'm very familiar with that food source :P)
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((Well no wonder why you're so good at writing then))
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(D: no u)
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((this is going to go on forever, isn't it?))
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(Yep)
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((of course ghfjg))
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(is this what heartbreak feels like)
(Whose did you like best? As partial as I am to mine, Circe/Strangebird's almost brought me to tears when I first read it.)
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(i honestly don't think i can pick, they're all so good! at the moment probably circe's as well)
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(( :O am shooketh))
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(Damn it Circe, why are you so talented?)
(You're a frickin word sorceress, Circe.)
