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Support the victims and families of shootings in 2 mosques in New Zealand
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❝ yeah , yeah … ❞ foot hovering over what’s left of the being’s head , she hesitates . she never hesitated before . ever . what was wrong with her ? ( you keep imagining your grandfather in their place , aren’t you ? ) she feels sick to the stomach . really , really sick . she bites on her lower lip , drawing blood , shiver running down her spine as she finds herself backing away , slowly , eyes not leaving the adult . were they always this … scary up close ?
❝ i … ❞ can’t . i can’t . ( first you mess up the shot , & now … whatever this is ? just … what is the matter with you ?? )
new kid watches jade hesitate , & empathy washes over him . he was her once , tilted by humanity , shaking like a leaf . stepped on , swept away — not yet aware , still kept blissfully blind to the horrible realities that hung over this town like a bad cloud . chartreuse eyes fog with nostalgia & she trembles & he looks away , uncomfortably ; he’s closer to the creature than her as he looks up & realizes she’s shaking . ( kids have to stick together . kids have to stick together . ) fear is a human trait , but he’s effaced by it . i know , he says in his head , bitterly . i know how you’re feeling .
he sucks in a breath through his teeth , & new kid bends down — the adult swipes at his arm with bared fangs & he breaks its neck in one swift motion . it goes immobile . still . he breathes out , heavy . a sob bites at his throat as he stands . ❝ it’s not easy , ❞ he says, finally . ❝ it’s okay . ❞ ( kids shouldn’t face such this horror . )
“I do not hear the scream, […] I am the scream. “ — Edmond Jabès, From the Book to the Book “I didn’t seek; I was the search.” — Hélène Cixous, from Coming to Writing and Other Essays “I am not in the flame, I am the flame.” — Diane di Prima, from Canticle of St. Joan
“How am I ever to apologize to myself sufficiently?”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. November 1931 in “Selected Diaries,”
abomichor
you don’t pick up on things very fast. that’s unfortunate. … for you, at least.
you had been there too, once. the naive child. the child who doesn’t know any better. oh, but how he quickly put an end to that. you can still feel his sting. but it still causes you to wonder about this one. you didn’t quite know what to think.
this isn’t a trick, is it? … well, you could have fooled me.
❝ what do you mean ? you don’t know anything about me — ❞ what an inordinately strange creature new kid’s stumbled across . they mirror each other , & he uncomfortably shifts . something is off about the other , but he can’t quite pick at it — green eyes flash with indignant heart , & he shakes his head . the caramel locks that crown his face whistle with the motion . ❝ i don’t do tricks , but i’d love to see one from you if you’ve got one . ❞
🚶 DO IT
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meet michael 'blue' baker, sixteen year old 80s bully archetype & retroviolent subject of saint's affections that lead saint to question his faith. blue is introduced in chapter ii, characterized as highlighting heart's paranoia about his sexuality. all traits considered, while brazenly arrogant with his actions & certainly not kind - hearted blue is willing to help out with benevolent tasks & is very laid - back. he's in a band with his best friend television, & they sing at the town 201X formal that the climax of act one of soil: new town culminates in. he dies.
PG. 28. [...] Blue is a strange entity, all alone - in the shadow of others in his pack of dogs like Television, he is another caricature, growling and growing fangs. Pushes and shoves Heart, smokes in class and without a logical pathology to his personality. Criminal of wearing the titular colour, as pale as his eyes. Verglas, as the dictionaries would profess. But, without any of the selfish camaraderie present in group ventures, Blue is perilously tolerable.
Send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC in my muse’s life.
“I aim to be lionhearted, but my hands still shake and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.”
— Michelle K., Earning Your Roar. (via michellekpoems)
The general gist of the Soil: New Town narrative. Trigger warnings for cannibalism, child death, murder, human experimentation etc it’s um. it’s something
@nebulaeics : ❝ that tends to happen when you shoot someone in the head . ❞
the Adult lays bloody , twitching , on the detergent - fresh grass . new kid’s now used , really , to the sight of the grotesque creatures in death , but not all that interested in leaving it at the brink of death — horrible , really , even if they would go on to commit much more atrocities than all the children in the town combined . the gunshot wound’s fresh in its head , facial nerve destroyed , firing squad for all jade’s rifle’s done to the monster ; but it’s still awake , fixated on the two , pitch - black eyes darting between the two . the Adult’s twisted arm rises to choke new kid , but it falls . ❝ ain’t impressive if you fuck the shot up & get scared . ❞ he kicks its leg . it stares up at him now . ❝ finish it off , harley . not with the gun . ❞
@meremagic's dimentio : ❝ do i look like i give a fuck ? ❞
❝ yes , i should hope you do , because those were some absolutely sick magic tricks . or is it real magic ? i'm just . holy shit , dude . teach me . ❞
@cutefcuk : ❝ you’re always full of surprises . ❞
new kid's hands played like kindling flames , fidgeting between themselves recklessly as he chattered — ❝ i know , she said the same thing ! ❞ a brief intake / exhale of verity & the child stops to catch breath , always talking , always talking to fill the always - silence . ❝ she gave the roses back to me , but i played it cool . said it was for my mother , see , & she gave me a weird look , but said sure ! i’m sort of embarrassed about that , though , that i passed the gift off as valentines when it was actually october . ❞ a pause . new kid thinks about the boy in science class who sat in front of the lattered her , & his cheeks spill rose - pink . ❝ i’m sure i’ll have a chance with her next time , really — you ever have any encounters like that ? ❞
Dude, give me a minute.
a plot i’d really like is investigative muses, teenagers sorting out suspected mysteries or a professional detective looking into missing cases, solving the mystery of soil: new town. heh.JPG new kid accompanying them or being the catalyst himself to the town unravelling through ur muse bein like ‘this shit is whack [HORRIFICALLY CONFRONTED WITH REAL REASON EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE]. building suspense / action / ah. Ah I Kill For Thrillers