Cryptic Moods & States of Being

hi i'm io and this is a blog for weird & unnatural fiction. feel free to use any of these as a writing prompt or submit a cryptic text of your own

[honorarylesbiancryptidhozier]

me walking into a cvs at midnight: i need to lift a curse

employee: aisle 5

me: thanks

[crypticdatesuggestions]

Date the one who would live and die for you, and has done so for a millennia. They know you, inside and out, but you could never truly know them. Their heart is too kind, too full of you to be anything less than beautiful. They might look rough and coarse and monstrous on the outside, but they will always be there for you and protect you. Just as they have done your whole life.

[honorarylesbiancryptidhozier]

on the last day of school, time slows down for you and no one else. for everyone else it speeds up. "this day flew by!" they'll say, while you count each second, the skin around your eyes drooping with age that you have not reached.

[softplum-deactivated20210407]

anyone else hate inhabiting a body ,,, thinkin abt transforming into something cooler instead ,, maybe a cloud

[crypticdatesuggestions]

Date the girl who is affected by the moon. Date the girl who is antithesis of the moon. You rarely see her at night, lest the night sky is dark and obscured. Date the girl who is only seen in the daytime. The girl who can never moongaze with you on a chill autumn evening. “I miss the Sun” she always says, while in its very presence. Date the girl who is conceivably the moon. The girl who shines with an earthly glow, and smiles at you with a haunting smile. She is always looking up with sorrow, and saying she must go. Date the girl who is the moon.

[honorarylesbiancryptidhozier]

live inside the walls of a Sherman Williams Paint Store ™. become a socialist empire. eat the paint.

[indigo-night-wisp]

college gothic

someone in your class mentions communism. they speak about it at length. you are in biology class.

you text your mother. she does not respond for 3 days. you text her again and then realize that it has only been 2 hours since your first text.

freshmen travel in packs. what are they afraid of.

your class is in room 153. the numbers start at 201. you cannot find the first floor.

someone is talking about communism. it is not the same person as last time. this is an english class.

your transcript says you have an A in philosophy 3310. you do not remember taking this class. what did you learn? what did you do?

you meet your elevator buddy. you do not speak. you never do. you ride in silence. one day, they are not there. you miss them.

your advisor refers you to the registrar. the registrar refers you to admissions. admissions refers you to both the registrar and your advisor. you have spoken to two people who do not exist and one who has been dead for ten years.

the boy who sits next to you wears the same clothes everyday. you think this is strange but when you mention it, he tells you that this is the first time he has worn this outfit. you realize that you have lived this day before.

you pass someone sleeping in the quad. he has always been there. stop looking at him.

someone answers, “communism.” it is not someone who has been previously mentioned. the question was, “what is an example of the art of ancient greece?”

you have a doppelganger on campus. you have never met them. they know all of your friends.

the seniors speak only to professors. their eyes are dead. they have given up the safety of the pack long ago.

the professor is talking about STD’s. your math class is very strange.

the powerpoint is in comic sans. you suspect that your economics professor is an extraterrestrial being after all.

“communism,” the man serving you lunch insists. wearily you nod. that’s what everyone says.

[amazingmars]

self care is breaking into nasa and launching yourself directly into the Fucking void

[sandsvendor100]

Elmers Glue Is Full Fat Milk

[forestsuggestion-blog]

give the trees names and they will protect you

[hoothoot-remaking-lol]

(approaches random tree) punch that bastard for me, krunglefuck 9600. punch him real good

[ladycreep-deactivated20201127]

[yesterdaysprint]

Oakland Tribune, California, October 15, 1933

[jennybystudiokillers-remade-dea]

living in the woods with your girlfriend and honorary lesbian cryptid hozier is lesbian culture

[thumbtackjuicyfruitspork]

You know when a fast angry song comes on that you know every word to and you’re in just the right mood that your eyes light up with the fire and angst of a thousand punk rockers and you just feel so alive

[wondie-deactivated20180817]

i have to speak fast they’re coming for me mothman is real and so is big foot i saw them behind a papa johns sucking each other’s di

[honorarylesbiancryptidhozier]

Winter Things

• The sun hasn’t come out in 3 days. You start to think that the clouds have eaten it, transforming into a monsterous cloud being

• The snow is suddenly too sticky. It will make a snowball, but the snowball won’t come off your glove. You’re covered in it now, this is where snowmen come from.

• No one shows up to school one day. No teachers, no students, no one. The heating is on, and the lights are visible from the outside, but no one is there.

•When the sun does come back, it is too bright. It is not the sun you used to know.

•Despite it being February, that one kid is wearing basketball shorts again. Who is he and what is his secret?