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superhero world where nobody has powers. everybody is a batman or mr.terrific or iron man, each using unique talents and skillsets to mimic powers. when someone in this world says *anybody can be a hero,* they mean it.
now imagine the lone person in this world *with* real superpowers, desperately making up fake scientific explanations for their powers.
Imagine Your OTP #418
Person A furiously hyping B up because they overheard them grumbling about how bad they look earlier that day.
September 7 - Swimming
The cool clean rush of water over my skin. Like a soft caress, making my body tingle and dragging me down into that deep beautiful blue. I close my eyes and tell myself that I am swimming. It will be alright, as long as I am simply swimming.
Every foot I move further toward the bottom it gets cooler and the water seems to press on me the way you can feel the tons of stone overhead in a cave. It becomes an oppressive weight, making me realize just how much my lungs ache from lack of air. When my body flails to pull itself to the surface, my hands find themselves tied, my feet strapped to something heavy.
My body can’t wait any longer, and my mouth opens to fill with air but finds only gallons of water instead. Water that tastes like earth and salt and something coppery like blood.
I try to pretend I am still swimming.
My body rejects the water and coughs and hacks hoping for air. There is no air.
The inside of me is getting cold as the water fills me up.
Blackness starts to crowd my vision.
I am swimming. I am swimming.
But this isn’t swimming, it’s drowning instead.
September Writing Challenge from @katywritesbooks
Guess what, it’s not Sunday when I usually release these weekly updates! Truthfully, I’ve been so relaxed and temporally confused I still think today is Monday, even though it’s Wednesday. It’s that part of the rest season, and for this, I am grateful. These past weeks have been full of joy, celebration and rest. It’s been such a contrast from the rest of 2021 (and frankly, 2020), the year that brought me:
LUCY DAN
I'm doing this OHSA thing for my theater class.
My brain is looking at everything like: "Is this a writing prompt?"
the colours of colorado
a family-run diner in the middle of a small town. around 5 am. the only other customer is a middle aged father who works in construction, sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee and a newspaper. a girl sits alone in a booth, having scooted closer towards the window when she first sat down.an empty plate sits in front of her, along with a pair of utensils that were a little spotty when she got them, and a half finished cup of coffee that’s now gone. she’s under dressed for the weather but she doesn’t care, only pausing from scribbling in her journal; momentarily to look out the window, waiting for someone. they never come.
american dream come true ; young mister
“Where’d you go?”
“What do you mean ‘where’d you go?’ I’ve been here the entire time.”
“No you haven’t!”
“Yes I have! I’m just here when you’re not looking.”
You’re lost in a cornfield and it’s three AM. You hear something walking behind the rows. What do you do?
