#project.kq

[bee-witched-writes]

"seven sentence sunday" tag game!

thank you @bi-focal12 for the tag!

rule: share seven sentences from your wip!

more project.kq since ive been working on that :3

The assembly ends with a bang—well, however much of a bang a scrawny freshman dropping a cymbal can make. Said freshman has one moment to stare at the crowd, eyes wide in terror, before a mob of moshing high schoolers close in on him. It’s an animal ritual that’s become RBHS tradition—students swallowing the drum line during their last song, all flashes of teeth and animal roars as their celebration becomes a slaughter. I rush for the exit before they can rip me apart too. Even when I’ve left the gym, my ears still sting from the cacophony I left behind. I tug my hood over my head; it does little to shield me from the Sun’s ruthless glare. October blanketed the sky with clouds when it arrived, but in Southern California, the Sun will shine long after I’m gone.

tagging @ryns-ramblings @milomylow and anyone else who wants to join!

[bee-witched-writes]

"proud of" tag game!

thank you @bi-focal12 for the tag!

rule: share a line or paragraph you're proud of!

i've started the first round of revisions on project.kq, so i decided i'd post the first paragraph of that since i'm really proud of it :)

When I was seven, I decided how the girls of Ruby Beach died—and how I would die when I joined them. We would drive down the Pacific Coast Highway, windows down, until we’d drip out as easily as a raindrop off glass. We’d grasp at the cliffside, palms rubbing raw against the rock. Bit by bit we’d be scoured away: skin first, then flesh, then bone, until nothing remained. Salt water would wash away any trace of us. We’d be names in the papers, faces on a billboard, one among many—never our own person. Nothing when we were here and everything when we are gone.

tagging @ryns-ramblings @milomylow and anyone else who wants to join!