𝐂𝐎𝐀𝐒𝐓𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘚 .

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[eliuiz]

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                  ✎  …  penned  by  𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬  (  she/they  ).

[theglamourmonroe]

Jessie would look at the guy who was working out in the gym. life can be stressful at times and sometimes you need to blow off steam her way of doing that was with yoga. "No worries it's okay." she said to him. "I like to come here sometimes and do yoga you don't have to go anywhere you can stay if you want."

[eliuiz]

Uncertaintanty cascaded over limbs, the slight sway of a frame in contemplation of whether to stay or go. Not wanting to appear rude or impolite for dismissing himself, when the reassurance to stay had been provided, but he would much prefer to occupy a space alone. "Um," there was a wavering tone that was claiming speech, "I'm not here for yoga or anything..."

[hayterhishard]

Taylor liked walking through the park in the morning because it was nice breeze day she keeps walking around until she founds a spot to sit down but Taylor sees someone and walks over to them then looks down at them. "No you are not in my way." she said to him. "You don't really need to move your good." Taylor said sitting down next to the guy.

[eliuiz]

Wanting and having time alone appeared to be two different things, as the stranger that had entered his vicinity claimed their position next to him, and he had to force back the near instict of allowing a defeated sigh to part from lips. "Oh, okay, good..." Elliot offered in meek response, a slight smile gracing over features, as he stopped ushering his belongings away.

[shatteredstarlights]

"you're welcome." avery smiled as she handed him some paperwork that explain how to take care of it and what to watch out for. "it's very unlikely. you should just keep an eye on it and if you start to see it becoming red or any swelling, then you should call me."

[eliuiz]

Whilst Elliot had never considered himself to by a hypochondriac, the way he was presenting himself indicated that perhaps he leant more in that direction, with the subtle hint of panic glistening in irises. "It can swell?" Words parted with a slight squeak, as hues flickered rapidly between words printed upon the paperwork handed to him.

[opa1ite]

❝  consider  it  my  good  deed  for  the  day  that  i  didn't.  and  remember  it,  the  next  time  you  think  about  messing  with  me.  ❞  leyla  punctuated  her  words  with  a  sip  of  her  own  drink,  savouring  the  amber  liquid  as  it  trickled  down  her  throat.  it  was  what  she  needed,  helped  her  to  relax.  she  pondered  the  options  for  a  moment  as  she  thought  about  just  what  her  friend  might  enjoy,  before  asking,  ❝  do  you  trust  me  ?  ❞  though,  she  didn't  actually  wait  for  an  answer.  her  glass  dropped  to  the  top  of  the  bar,  hand  reached  for  the  menu  and  placed  it  between  her  face  and  his,  hiding  what  she  was  saying  to  the  member  of  staff  waiting  for  their  order.  that  way,  it  would  truly  be  a  surprise.  ❝  and  now  we  wait.  ❞  she  grinned,  hint  of  mischief  in  her  eye.

[eliuiz]

"Mess with you? I would never," there was a lacing of sarcasm in words, the threat of a smirk tugging at outer corner of lips; although, Elliot was also acutley aware that it was highly unlikely that he would be capable of competing with just about anyone when it came to "pranks". Shifting in his position, a fidgeting nature forever holding a grasp on him, Elliot tried to dismiss the ancipation (somewhat coated in anxiety) as he awaiting the drink that the other had chosen for him. Admittedly, he had tried to decipher what exactly had been ordered, but it was impossible with the barrier of the menu and the volume of which the order had been made. There was a sigh that departed from lips, as fingertips picked at the fabric of his shirt, eyes superglued to the movements of the bartender, "I'm really hoping my trust is well-founded."

[opa1ite]

eyes  practically  glared  at  the  other  at  his  hesitation  ––  she'd  already  conceded  to  sharing  her  spot,  and  now  he  was  looking  to  step  away  ?  gabriela  didn't  like  time  wasters.  perhaps  it  was  in  his  best  interest  that  he  had  opted  to  sit  opposite  her,  else  he  might  had  to  have  dealt  with  her  glare  from  across  the  room  if  he'd  disturbed  her  for  no  reason.  ❝  if  i  told  you  my  whole  career  depended  on  it,  would  you  believe  me  ?  ❞  a  question  perhaps  only  to  make  the  stranger  squirm.  the  case  was  important  of  course,  but  not  quite  one  that  was  set  to  be  career  defining  for  the  lawyer.  those  would  come  down  the  line,  she  was  sure.  ❝  you  can  put  it  down.  in  fact,  it  might  be  less  stressful  if  you  do.  one  bump  from  a  moron  walking  past  and  my  papers  and  you  are  covered  in  coffee.  ❞

[eliuiz]

With an uneasy upturn of lips, Elliot offered a nod in response and proceeded to obey the instruction presented. With the coffee cup placed within a fingertips reach, an internal debate continued on whether to consume the cup in one swift motion and politely excuse himself, or to take his time and be mindful of the strangers work in the process; surrendering to the second option, considering the temperature of the liquid in question. "Yeah, it looks... important," Elliot offered up, after a brief moment of silence, a mixture of intimadation and awkwardness enhancing the uncomfortable aura by the second. The boy was not well equipped for social interactions, moreso with strangers and even moreso with strangers that intimidated him, his posture and expression betrayed him in displaying such.

[shatteredstarlights]

open starter from avery morgan !!

"listen, you'll be okay! it's just a cat scratch, make sure to wash it a few times a day and it should scab over soon." avery smiled at the person in front of her. "and maybe don't go trying to pet anymore stray cats."

[eliuiz]

Hues grazed over the broken skin on his arm, the hint of red droplets aligning the scratch indicating that it had barely broken skin, acknowledging the source of the slightly itchy sensation. "Yeah... thanks," words escaped distracted, as Elliot processed the event that had just occured, "It's not going to give me some sort of illness... is it?"

[wildheartsanctuary]

"Yeah, absolutely! Follow me." Alyiah had a decent poetry section. She had a good amount of people coming in asking her for poetry books so she always made sure to have them stocked. Walking over to the bookshelf along the back wall she pointed at the two big rows. "These two rows are poetry books. The bottom row is some journals and pens if you are looking for anything like that."

[eliuiz]

Gratitude graced over features, a soft thanks departing from lips as he obediently followed the other to the requested designation. With his gaze flickering over the selection with intrigue, registering titles that he recognised and ones he didn't, resisting the urge to instantly begin rummaging for something new. It was comparable to a child in a candy store, the excitement that danced over skin whenever there was an opportunity to flick through different covers and discover something new. Elliot paused for a moment, contemplation dawning his expression, before he gather the courage and syllables parted from lips, "Um... Do you have any suggestions?"

[wildheartsanctuary]

"Oh, that's not a problem." She looked down at it and shrugged. "As long as i don't lose this thing again we are good." Selene smirked. "Thank you again."

[eliuiz]

Upon passing back the document, Elliot unintentionally observed some of the text that marked the page and understood that it held value. There was mild sense of accomplishment that hummed in his chest, as if he had performed some life-saving, action, though he knew, deep down, that was not necessarily the case. "It's no problem," Elliot reassured, as he brushed palms against the fabric of jeans, "It looks important, so I am just glad I happened to be in the flight path."

[kalebsol]

Open Starter

Location: bar

Mateo huffed as he stepped into the bar. It wasn’t like him to head to one after work, but it was a stressful day. His students had been so misbehaved he gave them a pop quiz, which Mateo never does. Mateo decided that getting one drink and grading the pop quizzes felt like one way to ease the stress.

He took a seat at the bar, and spread his paperwork out in from of him. “Don’t mind me.” Mateo said, with a small smile. He was hoping he wasn’t intruding on the person next to him.

[eliuiz]

If it was any ordinary night, Elliot would have more than likely already retreated to the tranquility of his home with a book clasped in fingertips and soft melodic beats from a record player filling his space. However, after being persuaded by a friend to accompany them to the bar, Elliot occupied a seat to await their arrival. It had been longer than he had anticipated and, with each passing moment, he was coming to the slow realisation that they may have last minute bailed. The addition of another, in the seat he had once reserved for his friend, triggered a turn of his head. "No problem," Elliot offered, a shy smile presented as fingers tapped against the glass of his drink, "If you need more space, I can move.".

[theglamourmonroe]

Open Starter

Jessie would arrive at the gym she had some time before her class would grabbing a yoga mat. placing herself on the mat Jessie would start to practice her yoga positions then she hers a noise that makes her stop. "Hello anyone there?" she said.

[eliuiz]

With his shift having ended and the entirety of the evening available, Elliot had opted for a post-work gym session. Considering the challenges he had faced during the course of a work day, causing a high volume of stress to be incurred, it felt like the best method to relive built up tension. "Oh, sorry," Elliot muttered, words spilling in near hushed, "I thought this area was empty, I'll go elsewhere."

[slowgravity]

MICHAEL CIMINO Photographed by Fabien Kruszelnicki for Hero Magazine (2025)

[wildheartsanctuary]

Open Starter

Alyiah had been shelving some new books at her book store when she heard the front door open. Setting down the books on the cart she walked around the shelve to the front of the store. "Hello! Can I help you find anything?"

[eliuiz]

With earbuds thudding melodic beats, distraction from the volume of the noises of the streets, Elliot entered the bookstore ; not recalling if he had ever ventured to this specific one before. Admittedly, Elliot was not committed to a set bookstore, finding each one to have their own unique "hidden gems" amidst the more popular array. Acknowledging the employee had greeted him, a earbud was removed to allow their words to be more audible, and to also avoid appearing rude. "Um, actually," there was an internal debate on whether to accept the assitance, knowing it would shorten his time there and make the process easier, but he also typically preferred to keep to himself, "Could you just... Uh, point me in the direction of where the poetry books are, please?"

[wildheartsanctuary]

Open Starter

Selene had been sitting in the park with her notebook and some legal papers for the death of her parents. Things that she needed to address. When one of the papers started flying away she closed her notebook and ran after it. Only to see someone else had grabbed it for her first. "Thank you."

[eliuiz]

With a gaze fixated on the movement of his own two feet, periodic flick of irises to assure him he would not collide with any passerbys, Elliot was winding down from what was a jog through the park; his pace now decreased to more of a "leisurely stroll". Out of the corner of his vision, Elliot had noticed a white sheet flying through the wind and instinctively grasped at it with a swift movement. "Oh, no problem," the was the hint of a smile gracing over his lips, as he offered back the document, "Sorry, I might have crinkled the paper a bit."

[opa1ite]

❝  seriously,  that  shit'll  make  you  vomit.  ❞  at  least,  that  had  been  her  experience,  though  the  chances  were  she'd  been  far  more  intoxicated  when  she'd  tried  the  drink  and  that  might  have  been  a  contributing  factor.  one  that  she  was  deliberately  going  to  leave  out,  at  least  for  the  time  being.  ❝  trust  a  stranger  to  pick  out  your  drink  for  you  ?  that's  brave.  and  fun,  for  me  !  ❞  leyla  laughed  as  she  reached  for  the  menu,  fingers  flicking  through  the  slightly  sticky  pages  as  she  perused  the  options,  ❝  you  prefer  fruity,  or  something  a  little  more  sour  ?  ❞  she  asked,  not  about  to  get  this  wrong  if  she  could  help  it.

[eliuiz]

Internally recoiling at the vision of the drink coming back from the way it entered, especially in a public setting, Elliot felt a hum of gratitude for Leyla's interjection; displayed in the form of a smile, if that is what you would call the miniscule upturn of his lips. "Y'know, you could have really ceased that opportunity to mess with me," there was a moment of pause, before realisation had hit and quick words interjected, "But, please don't." Following his statement, Elliot was met with a slight hint of concern that he had implanted and idea that he would later reget; however, considering he was still clueless on how to even approach the drinks menu, he was willing to take his chances. "Based on my own, apparently, poor choices, it seems like the safer bet." Elliot offered, a laugh following syllables, albeit laced with a hint of awkwardnesss "Fruity, I guess? ... Maybe slightly bitter?"

[opa1ite]

gabriela  supposed  she'd  been  lost  in  the  spread  of  papers,  combing  through  for  something,  anything,  that  might  make  her  case  stronger  when  it  came  to  being  stood  in  the  court  room.  being  holed  up  in  her  office  had  taken  it's  toll,  the  gentle  hustle  and  bustle  of  the  coffee  shop  providing  her  with  enough  productivity  to  keep  her  head  down.  she'd  just  not  realised  how  much  it  had  all  increased  around  her.  she  supposed  with  that  in  mind,  she  couldn't  blame  someone  for  looking  at  the  way  she  took  up  more  space  than  she  probably  ought  to.  ❝  if  you  don't  touch  anything  you  can  sit  there.  ❞  her  head  nodded  forwards  towards  the  empty  seat  in  front  of  her.  ❝  but  i  swear,  if  you  get  as  much  as  a  drop  of  coffee  on  my  work,  you'll  regret  it.  ❞

[eliuiz]

Hesitation lay heavy upon Elliot's frame, a subtle sway barely percievable between whether to try his luck elsewhere or to accept the offer that had been presented; despite how intimidating he found it. "I'll, uh —" Feet shifted to turn, thumb signalling to the remainder of the interior, with his head following to view the direction with where he was pointing to. Before the words go or try somewhere else could reach lips to be verbalised, defeat was found in the realisation every other table was occupied, "Yeah, um, thanks." An awkward smile was offered, as if in attempt to express gratitude, as he sat himself adjacent the other. "I'll be careful," Elliot reassured, as he placed his coffee cup as close as feasibly possible to his chest and away from the work belonging to the other, "It looks... important."

[yesterdaysprint]

The Decatur Herald, Illinois, September 16, 1929