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The Bookshop That Rearranges Itself According to Your Mood
The bookshop appeared wherever it was needed. Sometimes it stood between a bakery and a tailor. Sometimes beside a flower stall. Once, it was found at the end of a street that didn’t exist the day before. No one could explain how it moved. No one questioned it either. People were usually too distracted by the shelves. The first thing visitors noticed was that they never stayed where they were…
Separate
When you’re gone the poems come, Words forming tendrils of golden light Reaching out to close our distance, And ease the aching in my chest. The cords that bind us have become taught, And I cannot help but tug against The fear that blankets our expanse, space Your warmth leaves behind on my skin. Let us not come undone, please Keep me in your heart. Let me be A gentle daydream and…
A (procrastinator's) Weekly Writing Diary
A (procrastinator’s) Weekly Writing Diary
SundayI will write today.But it’s Sunday.A day to rest, to be lazy, to do skincare!I’ll start tomorrow. New week, new me.MondayOkay, new week, new me. I will definitely start writing everyday from today.TuesdaySo here’s a good prompt, 1. A painting with a secret 2. A masquerade mask3. A forgotten roomYep, I can do so many things from that! So it’s going to be a story about a misunderstood younger…
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To my fellow writers, beware of all those people who shower you in nothing but praise. They may mean well, but they cannot be trusted. You will never be better than you are now if you surround yourself with nothing but that.
it is i, the master of introspection and over analysis,
“all their future’s painted with a fog”
future is very much vast, uncertain even exciting for those who want it to be,, the uncertainty of it all kills me sometimes, but you and i, we choose to live, to wake up yet another day, and doesn’t that make us strong?
even while knowing you wont know anything of what you are to be doing the very next day, we choose to live all the while.
we choose to believe in the uncertainty, trust it with our lives. we dream of living with our loved ones, of being happy, of having a happily ever after, and that itself is a huge act of optimism.
cause, no one asks “what are you going to do if there is no world to call your own tomorrow”, but “where do you see yourself in 5 years”, even when each second of our life in this world is unpredictable.
we still start phrases with “when all this is over”,
we plant a seed of hope, and protect it, and that is something i believe, to be beautiful.
-from a very interesting english class, which i hope to attend offline very soon,,
The Cat's Familiar
Written in response to @writing-prompt-s prompt:
I shielded my eyes from the sunbeam hitting them directly from between two of the witches silhouetting my bedroom window and wiped the sleep dust from my eyes. Yep, definitely not a dream. They were all there, all five of them in assorted outfits.
“What?”
The young woman in the neo-goth outfit with a purple streak in her hair rolled her eyes. “Ugh, god. This is why we tell you not to go out alone, Catpurrnicus.” She scolded the green-eyed cat sitting smugly in the arms of the witch who was clearly their leader. The cat meowed back angrily.
“Your cat’s name is—”
“Now, dear,” the leading woman, who appeared to be in her late thirties, said. “As I’ve told you, Catpurrnicus here has taken a liking to you, so doll yourself up quick as you can. We’ll wait outside if you’re shy.”
My brain was totally blank. All it came up with in the moment was that I was in my underwear, so I pulled the blanket closer around myself.
“Why does it look like it caught its child doing LSD?” the purple-haired one took out a pair of exasperated hands from the pockets of her leather jacket.
“Stella!” the one in the pink-and-yellow summer dress decried. “Give the new recruit some time. And don’t use the word ‘it’, it’s rude.” Stella tsked it away.
“But… but… you people are witches.” I repeated dumbly.
Stella facepalmed. The leader witch handed the cat to the bespectacled one in a tshirt and jeans and straightened her black robe. I realised she was the only one wearing a proper ‘witchy’ outfit.
“Now, let me repeat that for you, dearie. It seems you didn’t quite get it in the first explanation. Now don’t let that make you feel bad about yourself, dear, because I’ve seen the slowest learners become the most skilled ones around. We are witches, and witches are people who practice magic, which is like science but more mysterious and powerful and less… exasperatingly cognitive.
“Catpurrnicus here went out alone last night, got run over by a bicycle, as he tells me, and you, dear, were the one who so kindly healed him and took care of him. Now he’s grown fond of you and wants to adopt you, so you’ll come with us and become a part of the family.”
A cat wanted to adopt me so a bunch of witches had turned up at my bed to make me a witch. A sentence I never thought I’d think.
“But… you people seem like an all-girls club, and I’m a boy.”
“You cis?” the Latina in the LBD and high heels spoke.
“I’m bro.”
“I’m asking you, my precious Einstein, are you a cisgender male?”
“Uh… yes.”
Her red-lipsticked mouth bent into a frown. “What about het? Are you heterosexual?”
“What does that have to do with—”
“Just answer the question.”
“I’m… uh… bisexual, actually. I’m not ready yet, please don’t—”
The frown instantly changed into an ear-to-ear grin and she clapped her hands, delighted. “Estupendo! That means you can be a part of the family.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Camila means everybody apart from cishet males is allowed to be a witch,” the bespectacled one informed me quietly.
“Just say humans who aren’t trash, Isha,” Camila said. I noticed Isha redden slightly.
“Hey, no phobic statements.” summer-dress girl warned.
“Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. You’ve got to stop being so kind to them.” She said ‘them’ as if she was talking about a rotten apple.
I jumped in before Jenny could reply and it turned into an argument I’d heard a hundred times before. “But why do you exclude cishet men from your club?”
“Because they’re—”
The leader witch stopped Camila in between. “We know all of them aren’t bad people, dear. But we’ve observed what a lot of them do without magic, so we don’t want to risk teaching magic to one, that’s all.”
“That’s… kind of…”
“I told you so!” Jenny said before I could finish. “Isha came up with this whole test idea, and I suggested the interview, but you don’t want to listen.”
Stella let out a huge cloud of a sigh and looked at her watch. “Can we get going? We’ll brief the punk on the details later. My candor potion’s gonna overbrew.”
“No one told you to come,” Jenny said.
“Magistera Seleni threatened to make my bike disappear if I didn’t come,” her voice leaked out some of her suppressed anger as she glanced at the leader witch.
“Okay, okay, girls, let’s not point fingers here and make… what’s your name, dear?”
“Alex.”
“Yes, let’s not make Alex uncomfortable before we’ve even got him to the Shack, okay? Now, dear, we’ll all go outside and wait for you to get ready.”
“Not too long,” Stella said. “This is all because of you, Catpurrnicus,” she whispered. The cat hissed angrily back.
The five witches filed out of the room, leaving me still baffled.
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