#bedtime writing

[sanddollarpoems]

Do you feel like falling apart

Every time you look out windows

At night alone in the dark

Do you breath in to remember

The way air feels in your throat

Missing the taste of rainy weather

Do you let tears trace you

Outlining your silhouette

An echo of caresses you once knew

[consultation-fee]

Short - Distractions

Missions had been halted for several days based solely on the weather. Torrential downpours kept most transport from grounding near Gibraltar as sheets of rain made it nearly impossible to see anything even right in front of one’s nose. 

 Inside the former Overwatch headquarter, those that had heeded to Winston’s call lazed around, both bored and anxious for their next missions. Winston and Lena sat close to one of Athena’s screens as they chatted with a frustrated Emily back in England while one, Jesse McCree, stretched out across two overstuffed sofa seats, legs dangling limply from the arms. In one of his hands rested a half-empty bottle of tequila while the other held a dying cigar to his lips. 

Reinhardt had only been visiting and found himself held up with the rest. His one good eye transfixed on a different screen from the others as he cheered on a rugby team overseas. His boisterous shouts of joy only seemed to grow as he drank deeply from a dark-glassed beer, popcorn sprouting in his beard on occasion.

 Upstairs, along a lengthy viewing window, a pair sat next to one another on a worn leather sofa. Their forms were only outlined by the lightning that jetted across the sky, electric blue that filled the angry sky. 

 Genji’s body stretched across the sofa, one leg extended while the other bent just so that the one in his presence could drape herself against his chest. Angela, face hidden against his metallic exterior, seemed to tremble each time the walls around them shook with the boom of the approaching storm. They’d been watching the clouds blow in hours prior, but with each passing minute, Genji had noticed Angela’s body curl upon itself. Something about the normally fearless doctor being afraid of storms gave him a stronger sense of importance as he gently slid his arms around her and pulled her closer. 

 “Angela. I’m somewhat confused by your fear of storms. You enjoy watching them ride with the atmosphere, but then you fear them at the height of their power. Perhaps you can….enlighten me?”, his voice was gentle, soothing, and he instilled his intentions of comforting her within each word. 

As her blue eyes slowly crept up from his chest and fixed on his face with a pleading expression, he felt his heart skip a beat in his chest. 

 “Oh… My apologies… Maybe another time then…”. She nodded wordlessly and returned his face to a small crevice between his arm and the couch’s back. One of Genji’s hands slid down her shoulder and towards the base of her neck where fingers curled delicately against the baby soft hairs that formed small ringlets at her nape. Beneath his helm, lips rose at the corners until a loving smile formed.

 “When I was a child, I used to be afraid of thunder too. My brother would often poke fun at me or chase me around the shrines…he’d tell me that thunder was a warning from the gods that their anger would strike me down. It was a story that kept me steady with my learning and training…for a time. As I grew older, thunder became something of a dear friend… it allowed me to sneak out of the castle without being caught. It always amused me so, that something so terrifying allowed such good distraction for other things.”

 Angela’s visage poked up from behind his arm, one brow lifted just slightly before she pursed her lips as if to question him. A soft, careful laugh vibrated through his throat and landed with a slightly metallic ring on her ears. The hand that rested at the back of her neck trailed down her shoulder until his fingertips rested beneath her chin, lifting her face higher so that he could take all of it in.

 “Downstairs. They’re all distracted. I have you here with me, needing a distraction…so…here is yours.” 

 Without much more explanation, his free hand reached forth, pulled his helm from his face with a brief release of air, and lowered his face to her own until calloused, scared lips met with perfectly soft ones. Despite the conditions outside, Angela found herself no longer interested nor worried about her safety. The world could be conquered in other ways that didn’t involve her going out into the monsoon and she aimed to explore those methods.

[rastro-writes]

Writing ask! 7, 17, and 23 if you’d like

Thanks for the ask!

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

Sure! Funny snippet from a much more serious conversation;

“Maybe you could tell us the ages you think you are?” Legend suggested, asking between bites.

“Good idea. If the calendar and the birth records are accurate, I’m one hundred nineteen years old. My body was in the shrine for most of that, so physically I’m about 19, but I woke up and had my adventure a little over two years ago.” Wild explained. They thought for a moment, and Hyrule broke out laughing, handing his bowl to Sky to avoid spills and doubled over in laughter. Everyone turned to him like he’d gone mad. Wild was curious about what was quite so funny.

“That means-! You’re both the youngest- and oldest!” He explained between laughs.

“Don’t be so sure about that, Hyrule.” Time smirked.

“Are you more than one hundred nineteen, old man? If so, we should call you ‘ancient man’ Instead.” Legend countered. Time raised his hand, about to speak, closed his mouth, opened it again.

“That’s not the point.” He settled on saying, his face firm, eyes glaring, to various giggles around the fire.

Time is a bit of a brat in this fic lol. He hates not being the oldest.

17. Do you have a writing routine?

Yeah, pretty simple really.

I usually lay in bed and write, either before I got to sleep or after I wake up on the weekends. A good day of that, and I can write out a few scenes and sometimes even an entire chapter.

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

The Beginning is the easiest for me, though sometimes I’ll rearrange the beginning sometimes so the beginning I start with is not always the beginning I end with.

It’s usually the middle I have trouble with, getting from point A to point B. I’m getting better but it’s still difficult sometimes.

[serenaofvenus]

Stink

The holes in my shirt are noticeable. Large chunks of tan skin peak through red cloth and I wreak of sweat. The bus is supposed to come in 15 minutes, but I don’t have that kind of time. If I want to meet Reggie before seven, to pick up my dope, I'll have to walk. I hate walking. People always stare. They stare so hard their heads turns as they drive by. Passenger or not. I think that must be the worst feeling in the world, being stared at. Knowing someone is thinking awful things about you in the exact moment they think them. Their eyes tell you what they’re thinking. When I’m high, I never notice it. I think of everything else but their eyes. Their mean, evil, piercing eyes that dig thin holes in your arm. As I walk I look down, putting all of my focus on hopping over cracks in the pavement. Anything to keep my mind off the busy road beside me. “Eww, you fucking stink! Take a shower, old man,” a man says as he passes me on the sidewalk. He’s about 25 and taller than me. I stop, turn, and look at him. “Oh,… are you gonna fucking do something, bum,” he shouts loud enough to be heard by everyone around. I’m already on edge from being sober for 3 days. Plus, I can’t help thinking about all the people looking at us as they drive by. Their eyes. Red, blue, green, brown, all looking looking looking. He gets closer, putting his face in front of mine, looking down at me. “I said, 'You fucking stink.'”

[serenaofvenus]

When I Began to Love Another

My breath is nimble and brisk, but I stay quiet on my side of the bed. I’ve only been staying with James for two nights and I don’t want him to know about my panic attacks. I want to stop having them. For some reason, I thought staying here would cure me of my anxiety. Tears ball up in my eyes and I can’t help thinking about how much my life has changed in such a short amount of time. This time last month I was still living with Kylee and Hunter. We were getting drunk every night until we couldn’t remember the things that made us sad. All three of us were sleeping in the same bed, and I wasn’t afraid to have nightmares anymore. Now I’m here with this boy who hardly knows me. Every time I come over, I play this game where I only let him see the things I want. I become the ideal women every day and every night. So far, he’s started to fall in love, but there’s a voice in my head that says, “He’ll never really love you. He doesn’t think you’re pretty. He wants someone else. You’re enough for now, but he’ll grow tired of you just like everyone else.” I begin to drown in my thoughts and now I’m can’t breath. I’ve woken him up. “What’s wrong,” he says in a daze of dreams. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I cover my eyes and pull away from him. “Nothing, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”  “Hey,... hey. Calm down. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” He pulls my hands away from my face and looks into my eyes sympathetically. “It’s okay.” He pulls my body into his and holds my head against his chest. “I’ve got you. Nothing can get you. I’ve got you.”

[serenaofvenus]

Cat and Mouse

Her parent’s home sat under the streetlight at the end of the road. The moon was dim and the stars were hidden behind clouds. You could hardly notice any of the other homes as she ran past them with raging fear. She looked behind her and saw his blurry image and pushed her legs harder against the ground. The light was getting closer and closer. You could begin to see the curtains and the peach tree in the front yard. All she had to do was bang on her parents window and scream, and her dad would come out with a shotgun.  When she reached the sidewalk in front of the house her vision had become blurry and she could hear his panting breath. She dug her feet into the muddy ground and sank with every step. She was inches away from the window, standing in her mother’s tuples bed, about the bust the glass with her fists. “DAD,” was all she could get out before he pulled her to the ground by her hair, stuffing her face and all her tears into the mud. 

[serenaofvenus]

I heard the fridge door open and shut from the kitchen and I knew it would be my only opportunity before he came back to check on me. So I creeped the bathroom door open and quickly tiptoed to the bedroom and left the door cracked. 

I turned the closet light on and stood beneath the bulb, first taking a long bandage I kept hidden in my sock drawer and wrapping it around my left arm. Round and round in a tight and hurried fashion. Then I took off my shirt and reached for a blue sweater when I heard, “What’s that?” 

I panic and closed the closet door, but it was too late. He knew it was there and there was nothing I could do about it. “Let me see your arm. I knew something was wrong when you wouldn’t answer me.” The closet door flung open and he grabbed my wrist making my wounds scream in pain. I stayed silent and looked at his eyes. 

“Why do you do this,” he asked. Still I said nothing. “What’s the point? What do you have to gain from making yourself ugly?”

Making myself ugly... That’s all it is to him. 

[serenaofvenus]

My wrist was wailing like a fire alarm, but I laid still hoping to be engulfed by the flames.