Ririoctopus

Aro/Ace May 17th, 2005 Bio major at Frostburg State University Occasionally an artist

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Excited to participate in this year’s artfight!

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Aesthetic boards for a power ranger fanfic I might actually write someday.

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Story Prompt

Write a short story about a librarian that doesn’t fit into the common librarian stereotypes.

The Librarian

The entrance to the town’s library was a set of two large wooden doors that were painted white but were now chipping. The building itself was made of bricks that had started to crumble with age. The mayor had cut off most of the libraries funding years back and minimal upkeep could be afforded. I loved this little worn building that served as my paradise from the vultures that were the townspeople. The only people that ever came here other than me were the withered old folks and young children. Now that we’d gotten a new librarian even those people had stopped coming.

Richie was the best thing that ever happened to this town. He was the new librarian though judgemental close-minded fools would say he looked like he should be in a dark alley doing drugs. Richie was the only punk to take residence in this hell hole and I was eternally grateful. Richie’s hair was short and bright blue that was styled into chaotic spikes pointing in every direction. He wore a studded leather jacket that had all kinds of cool patches. Sometimes if I came in upset, which was becoming increasingly frequent, he would slip his jacket onto my shoulders, ruffle my hair and bring me one of the latest science fiction novels.

I had always wanted a cool older brother that would look after me and provide the support that my parents didn’t even feel like providing. Richie seemed to take that role the moment he sauntered into my life. Maybe this was going to be like those found family books that I had hidden under my bed.

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Story Prompt

Write a short story that starts and ends with the same sentence. It can be any genre.

Where is the Sun?

I couldn’t see the sun in the sky. Frost covered my surrounding landscapes. All my flowers were as shriveled as an ancient woman. It was as if it was night and only the candle light from my lantern allowed me to see. I saw no moon in the sky but then again I had no idea what time it was; night and day cycles had stopped. People used to keep track of how long ago it was by counting the hours. I hardly remember what hours are anymore. My movement had developed to a snail's pace… trees could move faster if there were trees. I passed my mother on the couch, dust covered her like the surrounding furniture. I didn’t speak, my vocal cords had deteriorated so much that I couldn't even groan. Why would I even bother to speak to a soulless shell. I see something in the mirror on the wall staring back at me. It was skeletal and gray but I think it could have been a woman once. My hand pressed against the mirror and its hand mimicked mine. I couldn’t see the sun in the sky…

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Inktober 2022

Day one Wild