#208 words

[authorangelita]

Sneaking in under the wire to post my word count, and a sentence from today's writings:

There was not a universe in which a Jack in full command of his faculties would let Mac think he was dead.

[nic-mccool]

Water-Flame

The rain taps flirtatiously on the windowpane as I attempt to sleep. In the dark a hint of a smile plays at the corner of my lips; I close my eyes but still the rain calls me, softly, murmuring against the glass.

I would love nothing more than to run through the rain, even in the dark, even as midnight is crawling in my eyes and blackening the world for sleep…

Sleep. Sleeping for the sake of waking tomorrow. Waking for the sake of essays and worksheets and exams, finishing those so I can sleep again.

But I would much rather watch the earth come alive again under the deluge. I would rather just run under a starless night, black sky blotted out by black clouds, windows misted over with curtains of rain. I would rather dance under a streetlamp that lights each individual droplet on fire until they all collect into a pool of water-flame beneath my feet. 

Even seven stories off the ground, in a lofted bed, in a dorm room, I can feel the wet earth pressing up against my feet. Even now, I would much rather be outside.

The rain taps flirtatiously again and I sigh. Another night perhaps; for now I must sleep

[asheewrites]

MerMay 6 Hoomans??

The 'Hoomans(?!)' were at it again. They had captured me, imprisoned me and now tried to study me. And actually expected I cooperate. It was ridiculous. Not only that, their language sounded even more terrible now. They were just as ruthless and awful as they were a few hundred years ago and certainly never did anything good in the history of their entire species. And now feed me like an animal. WITH animals.

And a stupid octopus, whatever this was supposed to have been. At least they DID feed me, but I couldn't get out because of constant lightning above the... glass prison. Stupid decorative nonsense. Stupid firm walls. Their stupid boats weren't as sturdy. Stupid sciency things they threw in, just to check on my... everything. So, I crushed it and threw it into the lightning. They wouldn't get any information from me.

Speaking of which, they threw another thing in. And the new, weird-looking one was there, staring again. He sometimes just sat there and stared. Jeez. Anyway. Today's... thing... was... made of glass and had... land kelp on it. Also driftwood. In dry. It looked dry. And there was movement inside. ... what?

I swam closer to squint at it. This... this looked REALLY WEIRD.

[introspections-of-a-sunchil-blog]

The Dreamsnatcher

A legend my Temperance OCs had an involvement in written as a little taste of the character development that will come in the next arc. 

No one knows when the legend of the Dreamsnatcher began. Some say, the legend is as old as Gaia and took on many shapes with each generation. The tale is believed to be born in a town where present-day Hobbs now stands and re-emerged during a wave of kidnapping children believed to be sparks in 7550. Each variation of the story include the same details: a ghoulish beast spirits the children away who wander outside of the main square and the children are then delivered to a grim lair where they must endure nightmares for all eternity.

Some say, this is a moral story to keep children from disobeying their parents. Others doubt the supernatural aspects of the story in the time where serial killers aren’t strangers in society. Then, there are those unsure what to think.

In 7593, the Dreamsnatcher legend came back to light when four young girls vanished during a heavy rain shower in Hobbs Town’s residential section. The bodies of three of the girls were found in the neighboring town--their eyes wide-eyed as if they have seen a ghost with cultist markings etched in ink on their bodies. No one knows what happened to the fourth girl. Everyone assumes she was unlucky to escape.