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The Moral Kicks In, Chapter 1

Word Count: 2,573

Summary: I just finished Dragon Age: Inquisition and I was really inspired so I decided to write a fic about it. Kyza, thrown into a situation that she never wanted, has now become the Herald of Andraste and a leader of the Inquisition. Will she be able to live up to the title? And will that cute Commander ever notice her?

#dragon age #my fanfiction #cullen #kyza #the moral kicks in

Red and Brown and Yellow and Orange

#red and brown and yellow and orange #my writing

Pious Puppetry

the size of two pinkie fingers end to end

and I gave him an apron made of the finest tweed

so I could have a litter cutter friend.

“Why are you giving me this saw?” My puppet inquired

and he gave me a dopey look that all curious children do

I petted him on the head and mused, “Why, my son,

there is something I’ve done that I need you to undo.”

His neck squeaked as he turned it to the side

and he scratched his head with the tip of his finger

and asked, “What could I possibly do

with this saw, this clipper, this measly woodchipper?”

I pointed to a dusty corner

where a tiny little figure was sprawled

another puppet, much like my friend

and on the tip of his head, a halo was scrawled.

“I want you to take his dusty, wooden head

and crush it with your hand

and place the saw upon his throat

and turn that head into a fucking wasteland.”

My little friend’s eyes grew wide with fear

and his wooden arm trembled at the thought

of going over to his angelic friend

and slitting his throat in an onslaught.

And just before the puppet could protest

I gripped his arm with absolute fury

My skin turned black and thick like mud

And my face became red and ghastly.

“You are my puppet and I am your master,

you do as you are told,

I know you want to keep your pious friend alive,

but, unfortunately, your body is controlled.”

The black sludge seeped up into the puppet’s skin

and led him over to the pious figure

and put the saw against his throat

and slit it with uninhabited terror.

“You may want to be good like this pious puppet

and you may want to do no harm in your heart

But you will not be able to fight me, your master,

Because I’ll tear your conscious apart.”

#pious puppetry #my writing #my poetry

An Extended Story List of All of the Boys I Have Ever Kissed

I met Mason during the summer at a local concert of high school kids, I think they were called Sleeping With Wolves or something related to the Bible. He had on these really punk boots and his hair was really hot. I remember something about his hair was just really goddamn hot. I was alone at that concert because I didn’t have any friends that wanted to go to concerts with me. He talked to me during intermissions of the bands and decided I was a cool chick. I think he was really high and a little drunk and he was two years older than me. He had a Circle Jerks T-Shirt on. He told me he was going to college at ISU and I figured that meant I wouldn’t ever see him after this concert and there was some sort of relief that came with that. We rocked a lot during that concert it was cool. At one point he pulled me aside and sloppily made out with me and I felt weird about it because he was drunk and older and stuff but I went with it anyways because he didn’t try anything else. Then we rocked out for a while again and he asked me if I wanted to go party with him and I got really scared of the idea and of him and of everything and quickly told him no thanks and left and nervously walked to my car. Then I sat in the car for 10 minutes and banged my head against the steering wheel for being so stupid. I went to bed that night thinking of all of the reasons I didn’t like myself and I would look inside of cars often to see if I could find him but I never did. Now I hope I never see him at a concert ever again because that would be weird.

It took me a while to remember his name but now I remember it and it was Zack. I also met him at a shitty local concert that wasn’t very good (although the other ones were usually quite decent). He was sober and his eyes were big and dopey and I didn’t care for his face very much. I talked to him during intermissions because I was bored and didn’t feel like going for a walk like I normally do when bored at concerts. He was a sophomore at like Middleton or something. He kinda bored me but then he told me he was really good at skateboarding and I was instantly attracted because skateboarders are really hot and cool and everything. He really didn’t look like the skateboarding type but whatever. As the concert wrapped up and I was leaving he quickly grabbed my hand and kissed me really long and hard and I was quite shocked and didn’t really get it because our conversation was stupid and I had had better conversations with other people at concerts. I froze and he looked really scared too and it was really awkward and I wish it had not happened. I felt bad for leaving him cold after that but what else was I supposed to do? I sat in my car again after that and played Interpol and felt really confused about what I wanted in life. I thought about Hector and felt like texting him but then didn’t. And then I thought about the advice he gave me about being confident and I thought about how I was fucking everything up because I wasn’t confident and cried a little. I really hope I don’t ever see that kid again or else an entire wave of embarrassment will rush over me.

I had had a crush on Eric back in February during Debate districts and it grew a lot by the time I had gotten to State. I just remember liking his cheekbones a lot and he was nerdy in the best way and he actually liked talking to me which made me feel important. I’d go into the debate room during lunches in the hopes that he might be there. I also went into the ceramics room after school because he worked there a lot, and he would always try and talk to me and I loved that. I didn’t think he was very interested in me at the time because Will told me he had dated people before and sometimes I still saw him talking to her in the hallways so I figured he was set up with that, and he also appeared very social to me at the time so I thought he probably talked to a lot of girls. He also didn’t show much interest in me other than being friends. After a while I accepted that and didn’t think much else of it. I thought about him occasionally over the summer, but then the school year came back in session and I got a crush on him again. We sat by each other in Debate and relatively by each other in AP Chemistry so I always looked forward to those periods. One night we were having a debate party and I was a little drunk and he showed up. We talked some and then Amanda asked me something about telling Eric something and I was like sure because I wanted her to go away so then she went away. Then after that I remember Eric talked to me a lot. We did actually talk a lot that night. At one point we were sitting alone on this sky bridge in the house and he showed me his leg hair and I thought that was really amazing for some reason. I was sorta hoping he would hug me or something but at the same time I hoped he didn’t, and he didn’t, so. Once he was leaving I asked him to give me a hug and he did and that was a really nice hug I like thinking about that hug. I thought about it all weekend. On monday he didn’t talk to me and I got really nervous about it all because I figured that meant he didn’t actually like me. The same thing happened on tuesday so I thought fuck it and I pulled him away from his friends and asked him if Amanda had told him about me liking him and he said yeah and I got all bashful and regretful. He shut me up and asked me out to a date. I felt quite epochal. I don’t feel like describing how the first date went but we kissed by rolling around on the cement and it was really cute. And now we’ve been dating for 7 and a half months. Crazy right?

#personal #my writing #boys

Warnings

of the dirty men on the streets

with caps hung low and scruff on their necks

stalking me with discrete.

People also warned me

of the classy and elite

with pockets lined of Benjamin

and all-consuming conceit.

But people failed to warn me

of that which made me effete

the man with vibrant empathy

and a glowing heart that beats.

#warnings #my writing #my poetry

Sticky

There was a spider that hung directly above the web, dangling breezily from the ceiling. He was the biggest creature in the room, with eight, elongated limbs of viper black that occasionally curled into his torso, then back out again. He was very hungry.

“I expect no great things from you,” the spider sneered, as he watched the flies circle themselves with frenzy. “If you want to save your families, you must do great things. If not, I will eat you and your loved ones.”

Behind the web were the families of the flies. The number totaled eight. Unlike the other group of flies in the room, these flies remained motionless on the muggy floor. Motion could cause them to get trapped in the web. Sounds could cause panic and desperation amongst the huddled group. Simply they remained stagnant.

The first of the three flies saw his wife in that corner. She was very ragged. So ragged, in fact, that he wondered if she was still breathing. In a burst of impulsive, adrenaline-filled heroism, he raced to the web. His mind was plagued with thoughts of horror, thoughts of never being able to kiss his fly wife ever again. Soon however his velocity had exceeded controllable speeds and he spiraled directly into the web. He attempted to push himself off of the sticky surface only to find all of his arms stuck to it. Then he sighed a long and drawly sigh. His fly wife did not stir.

The second of the three flies could see his wife and his five children behind the trap. He had watched most of them grow up - in fact, one of his boys already had a fly wife of his own. Now that boy lay alone without his other fly. There were so many experiences his children had yet to see, so many horse barns unseen, so many fly swatters unavoided. It was up to the second fly to save his fly family.

The second of the three flies took a more analytic approach to the web. Each hole was thin, but large enough that a fly could potentially slide through it if careful enough. Slowly, tentatively, the second fly attempted to buzz through a hole near the top of the web. His arms were tightened around his body like a corset and he minimized wing propulsion by making tiny pumps of his wings. Alas, his thin wings pumped a little too hard, and the tip of his wing was rendered immobile from the sticky web. His body swung like a pendulum on that web until his arms became glued to the web as well. The second fly looked down and saw his dormant family. He had hoped to show them his favorite horse stall one day.

The third of the three flies was then left alone to his thoughts. Only one fly beyond that web was important to him, and that was his fly daughter. She had put on adorable fly lipstick the other day and it made her look like his little fly princess. Ready to conquer the world. The room was too dark and the corner too far away and the third fly could not see her. The pretty fly with the fly lipstick was there though, he felt the presence.

The first fly had been impulsive and failed and the second fly had been careful and failed. The third fly had few options to count. The moss on the wall seemed to seep into his fly brain and infect it with hallucinatory thoughts. He stared and stared at the web and no solutions came to mind. The little fly with the fly lipstick waited on the other side. When he bent his arms, it sounded like they were creaking with rust. No solutions came.

In an act of hallucination and desperation, the third fly bit the web. It ripped of with his teeth and he chewed the sticky material. The web stuck to the roof of his mouth and clenched his jaw shut. He had made a hole. It was big enough for his little fly to be able to get out and escape. He could not breathe. His wings stopped beating and he fell through his flymade hole. Then he lay motionless.

“What a silly fly,” the spider snickered. “What silly flies they all are. How blind they must be.”

The spider watched as a tiny fly with pretty lipstick attempted to fly through the hole. She spiraled and she twitched with inexperience but she made it though the hole without sticking. Passively, the spider watched as she used all of her strength to fly up to the air vent. Then she escaped to the crisp, dry, bright world that lay beyond.

“Yet none of the other flies even try.” The spider dropped from his string and creeped to the web. “They never try once their savior fly has failed.”

He wrapped up all of the flies into a sticky ball and stored it away for a hearty feast. Then he crawled out of the room through the air vent into the open world outside. The only thing left in the room was the third fly. He would keep his word. The third fly would not be eaten.

#sticky #my writing #my short stories

The Praying Mantis and The Ladybug

And the ladybug asked, “What’s wrong, praying mantis?”

The praying mantis did not stir. Simply, he eyed the ladybug passively and said nothing.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

The praying mantis had lied many times in his life and each one felt like mouthwash in his mouth. This time it felt like soap, stuck in its mouth, slippery and bitter.

The ladybug crawled up the branch and inquisitively touched the praying mantis’s claw. “I know times are rough, praying mantis, but it helps to talk about these things. You can talk to me!”

It was a problem that the praying mantis could not solve. The soap started to bubble and soon the residue slushed into his guzzle. He could not spit the residue out. The ladybug stared at the praying mantis as he opened his mouth, trying to spit. But alas, the praying mantis tried and tried and tried, and the spit would not appear.

So instead the praying mantis bit the head off of the ladybug to make himself feel better. The soap did not go away.

#the praying mantis and the ladybug #my writing #my short stories