not-quite-a-writer

[not-quite-a-writer]

The dungeons weren’t the most ideal place to be, especially in the middle of summer. Delta could smell the mould, excretion and rotting bodies through the walls so much easier than she would’ve been able to had she been imprisoned in the cooler months. There was barely any light in the place, the small amount coming from a barred window, barely the size of her midriff. She could just about tell that it was morning, but even without the window she reckoned she would be able to tell the time, her internal clock being much better than most peoples. 

The hard stone floor of the dungeon warned her of the incoming guards, and despite what was coming, she couldn’t help but let a sadistic smile sit on her face. Her fate was going to be ‘what she deserved’ for her practise of witchcraft according to those who had an unnatural fear of her kind, but she could not find it in her to care. She knew what was about to occur, and they did not.

“Get up girl, your turn to be dunked.” A guard spoke, his gruff voice much lower than it had been earlier speaking to another not too far from her cell. 

She held her wrists out without a fuss, letting them tie her hands together with rope, as though that would be able to stop her if she tried to escape. The rope binding was tight, the roughness of it making her wrists itch and burn. 

They tugged harshly on the tail, pulling her along to another occupied cell, the inhabitant weeping quietly, her breathy gasps tugging on Delta’s heartstrings as they stopped just before the door. The guard pulling her along dropped the rope, pulling out a set of keys from the front pocket of his cotton trousers and slipping it into the keyhole with a jingle. The girl inside barely moved, her tears subsiding for just a moment as the door opened, before starting up again with the tying of her wrists.

The girl was beautiful, Delta noticed, as she was tugged out of the cell and forced to walk forwards alongside her. Her eyes glistened with tears, golden specks standing out against the dark brown with the water build up. Her hair was disheveled, the kinks and curls flying all around her head, like a sort of halo. The features on her face were screwed up slightly, but elegantly prominent against her ebony skin. The scruffiness of her clothes didn’t do her justice, but Delta could barely draw her eyes away from the beauty beside her as they were charged outside.

The red morning sky set Delta’s already ginger hair on fire, matching the burning of her heart as she approached her time to be dunked. The heavy footsteps all around her seemed to encourage her further along like drums building up to the highlight of the day. The sobs from next to her had quietened even more so than before, leaving only the thunderous steps and faint muttering as the music of her demise.

“What are you here for then?” she asked the girl next to her as the drew to a stop mere feet from the riverside.

“I ran away from my job,”

“Your job?” Delta mused. “Slavery?”

The girl nodded, her eyes refusing to meet the ones beside her, as she had been taught her whole life. The whites held power over her, she shouldn’t disrespect them, she had done enough as that was, leading her to where she was, minutes from her untimely death.

“Didn’t know that you could get dunked for that.”

“The rules were strict and security tight on the plantation. They didn’t understand how I got away, accused me of witchcraft… ma’am.”

“And here you are.”

“And here I am.” she muttered sourly.

The guards glared at the two girls. “Be quiet.”

“What’s your name?” Delta ignored him, not wishing to take orders from a man such as himself.

The girl finally met Delta’s eyes, much softer than the glare she had gifted the guards as they had arrived in the dungeons. She eased up a little, her previously screwed up face relaxing more, showing more of the natural beauty she owned.

“Winne Gardener, ma’am.”

“I’m Delta. It’s nice to meet you, Winnie.”

Winnie smiled gently, an underlying hint of fear still plastered on her face.

The Witchfinders, there to ensure the whole thing went to plan, had decided to finally start the murders, calling Delta forward first. She had barely taken a step in the direction of the men before turning her head to Winnie, an incongruous smirk on her face, almost as though she were looking forward to the events ahead.

“It’s a long way down to the bottom of the river.”

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[not-quite-a-writer]

"You're hurt, I can make it better." Villain said, the deathly pale Hero staring at them from the floor where they had collapsed.

"It was your henchman who did this to me. Why bother undoing their work?" Hero spat. They were in so much pain, being stabbed does that to you, but they promised themselves that they wouldn't let Villain take them anywhere. It would be dangerous if they did, who knows what Villain would do if they could control Hero.

"Well I didn't tell them to do it, did I?" Villain chuckled, extending a hand out to their enemy lying on the concrete below them.

"How would I know? You've hurt me before!"

"If I tried to count the amount of people I've hurt in my lifetime, it would take another lifetime, my dear." They leaned so their hand was closer to Hero, so they could grasp it easier.

"Oh, piss off. Do you really expect me to trust you?"

"Take my hand, and you'll find out if you can." 

Hero scowled, but took their hand and was pulled to their feet, a pained groan unintentionally leaving their mouth.

"I have reason not to trust you. Almost every scar I have on my body was put there by you." 

"And they make you all the more beautiful. You're lucky that you've only had to deal with me. There are others who wouldn't be as soft on you as I am." Villain wove their arm around Hero's waist, holding them tightly and tugging them along the dark alleyway they had temporarily made residence in.

"Soft? How the-"

"Others would not hesitate to kill you." Villain interjected, their face set in a frown, as though they were unhappy at even the thought of their dearest Hero dying.

Hero scoffed. "I can't be killed quite as easily as you make it sound." 

"I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you, sweetheart."

"Well…" Hero furrowed their brows. If they were so easy to kill, then why hadn't Villain done it yet? "How come you haven't been able to kill me yet then?"

Villain laughed heartily. "Because I don't want to kill you. I put so little effort into our fights. I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet, my dear."

"Why do you fight me then? What's the point?"

Villain smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

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[not-quite-a-writer]

Have you ever been in love?

I haven't, but I can only imagine what it feels like 

I imagine it to be beautiful

Flowers and sunshine and giggles and kisses

Falling asleep with a smile on your face

Knowing you definitely have a person in your tiny corner of the world

Having that one person constantly on your mind

The memories constantly changing

But the memories constantly being of them

Knowing that they are the one person you would willingly give your life up for

I know real love isn't like that though

I know it's full of awkwardness and overthinking

I know it includes shouting and crying

And I know it can wither away over time

I know it can be ugly and feel bad

But some love has the possibility to be beautiful

And to me

That's all that matters

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I was going to make this sad, but then I realised that a lot of people need something happy, particularly recently, so here you go

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[not-quite-a-writer]

You were with me every step of the way

You were with me until the last of your days

I was with you until the moon touched the sky

I was with you until you said your goodbyes

We were one before the world took you away

We were one almost everyday 

Us together, we had so much life to live 

Us together, we were explosive

You and me made of different lives

You and me together with our high fives

Me and you with the same interests

Me and you going to numerous specialists

Me comforting you every step of the way

Me with you until the last of your days

#every step of the way #creative writing #writing scraps #writing snippet #trying to write #writing #writing attempt #words #poem #sad poem #death

[not-quite-a-writer]

"Emily," Jack whispered. He hadn't wanted to go to the party;he wasn't that type of guy, but after being nagged by his girlfriend and friends, he decided to go.

The music had been pounding in the house as he entered, immediately met with the bitter smell of strong alcohol and sweat and the pounding of the music, feeling like it was travelling through his bones. He was trying to find his girlfriend amidst all the sticky bodies pressed against each other, hoping his appearance would be a pleasant surprise. It was far from it.

Jack found Emily sat on an armchair, or rather, sat on a guy's lap, who was sat on the armchair. His lips were pressed against her neck, travelling down as her eyes closed and her head angled to give the stranger better access to plant horrible kisses along her skin. Her legs straddled the strangers own, the skirt she wore bunched up around her thighs, draped over dark jeans.

He was frozen to the spot. His heart seemed to beat louder than any of the music playing through the house. Against all the hot bodies, nudging him as they danced and had a good time, he noticed how cold he felt. Yearning to call out to her, he held back, trying to swallow back the lump that seemed to grow in his throat by the second.His mouth opened, breathing out the humid air. 

Breathing out her name.

She opened her eyes, but instead of looking back to where her boyfriend stood, the only one being deadly still, she looked down at the guy in front of her, slamming her lips against his, her hands moving to his hair. The hands that once did the same to Jack during sweet kisses, stolen in paused moments, now lay next to the head of a stranger. Her lips had once touched his own, leaving remains of peach pink lipstick, but now they moulded with a foreigner to their lives. 

"Hey, are you alright?" Someone touched his shoulder, bringing him back to reality, back to the moment that would be forever ingrained in his mind. 

Jack nodded in response to the question asked to him by a stranger. Another stranger in their lives. Too many strangers. Too many unknown factors. Too much they couldn't control.

But despite the nod he sent to the unknown man next to him, his lips trembled. Not from the cold sweat that coated over his skin, but from the memories they would never share. From the realisation that the memories that did have together, those tender moments, so close to his heart, would be wrecked by the day he saw her with another man. 

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[not-quite-a-writer]

It had been a few days since Hero had contacted Sidekick, and despite them only talking to one another every other day or so, it made them worried. They weren't expecting anything from her, but they kept their phone on vibrate and around them, just in case she needed anything that was important.

After years of only meeting up before they were about to kick ass, or for a plan in the small studio apartment they rented together for exactly that reason only, it was a surprise when she showed up at Sidekicks place.

"Hero? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" They opened the door wide enough for Hero to walk in, and before they closed the door, they scanned the corridor quickly, thankfully not seeing anything worrying.

"We have Villain in custody." She stated, her intimidating eyes connecting with Sidekicks as soon as the front door was closed.

Their eyes widened. "Police custody or our our custody?"

"Our our custody." She ran her hand over the forest green loveseat that was in Sidekicks lounge. "I need your help to get him to talk,"

"My help? I couldn't do anything better than you could. I can barely-"

Hero cut them off. "He doesn't know your face as my Sidekick. He shouldn't know your face at all, so if my guess is right, he should be more likely to accidentally spill something with you asking questions rather than me."

"What am I asking questions on?"

She raised her eyebrows for a split second, silently asking if her sidekick really needed to ask that question.

"Wait… you don't mean-"

Hero nodded, her arms crossed across her chest. "I know he'll probably have a tight lid on it, but if anyone can ease it off, you can."

Sidekick let out a breathy chuckle. "I don't think anyone will be able to get him to spill any information whatsoever about that. I'd have more luck trying to get a pigeon to ballroom dance with me!"

A smile tugged at the girl's lips. If you get something from him without blowing your cover, I'll buy you coffee,"

Sidekick blushed a bit. They had known each other long enough that when Hero was either infatuated or knew about another's infatuation towards her, that she would buy them coffee. God knows she wouldn't offer for any other reason.

Sidekick bit their lip, trying to think over the positives and negatives. "I'll do it. But only if the coffee is at Isabelle's. You know how her coffee is better than any other in the city."

A proper smile etched onto Hero's face at the reply. "We have a deal."

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[not-quite-a-writer]

I'm in the water

I'm being told to breathe

'Just breathe' they say

'It's so easy'

But they are above land and I am below

They have the air to inhale

I can merely exhale

They tell me to breathe

Without knowing

It makes me sink deeper

Deeper and deeper 

Until I can't see them anymore

I can't see anything

I'm blind

But my ears aren't deaf

All I can hear

Is those taunting me

Is those not knowing the situation

Is those not understanding

Is those trying to harm me

Telling me one thing

Breathe

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[not-quite-a-writer]

She laid on her side, one hand under her pillow, the other on top of the duvet by her face. Anyone who walked into her room would assume she was asleep, with her bedside lamp on, but asleep nonetheless. Her lip quivered as her chest tightened, threatening to break out in loud sobs, making her red faced. But she didn't let it. She cried, yes, but silently. The tears rolling down her cheeks, her torso gently trembling as she pushed her feelings down.

She thought she was like everyone else, just as smart, just as beautiful, just as much of a person. It didn't make sense to her. Why should she be made to feel that way? 'It isn't fair!' she wanted to shout out into the street, to anyone who treated her different because of the colour of her skin. But she couldn't, she knew she couldn't. The police would be called on her, she would be arrested, or shot, or killed. She would be broken into tiny tiny fragments, only able to be put back together after hours, days, months, years. Her life wasn't like the life of so many of those around her. 

Heart hurting, yearning for a decent life at least, she let out a loud sob. Why should she fear for her life when she walks to school? Why was she taught what to say to a policeman if they ever came up to her? Why should she be terrified every time she sees a white man go past her? Why was she oppressed for her looks? Why was the leader of her country, and so many others, so hating of people like her? Why should she have a worse life than her white counterparts? Why should she be treated any differently for the colour of her skin? 

Something she couldn't control shaped her life in ways nobody could imagine. In ways that put her more at risk than others. In ways that made her fear the humans - the same beings as her. She just wanted to be the same as others. Many times she wished to be white, but she was proud to be black. She was proud to be herself.

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I'm sorry this took longer than I was planning to get out, I've been ill and sort of forgot about everything.

I asked multiple POC about their feelings, past and present, to include in this because although I can guess, I wanted the feelings written in this to be convincing.

So, remember everyone, even though we are seeing less of a buzz on social media to do with it, black lives matter, and they shouldn't stop mastering just because a few less people are posting about it on their Instagram or whatever.

Black lives matter ✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

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[not-quite-a-writer]

It's the little things

I thought I'd fall in love with you for your personality,

Or your beautiful looks

And I love those, but I fell in love

With the way you ramble about the things you're passionate about

The way you twirl your hair when you're nervous

With the smile that paints itself on your face

The way you sing when your favourite song comes on the radio

With your absurd jokes that nobody but you could make.

The way your nose screws up at disgusting things

With the way your eyes droop when you're tired

The way way you hug the pillow before you cry at a movie

I love you and the things that make you you

I love the little things

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I swear I'm not in love, I just like writing about love

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[not-quite-a-writer]

Alisa was having a good day. Well, a good day for her. She wasn't sure she could call any work day a good day, working as an A&E nurse. She had a night shift that day, beginning at 7pm, ending at 4am, so she had stayed in bed almost all day, only getting up for food and to go to the toilet before she had to get ready for work.

Much like her co-workers, she liked being a nurse. She liked to help people, give them a shot at a new life, whether seemingly better or worse than before. It made her happy being able to see the people she had cared for hours or a few days beforehand being let out into the world, ready to take life at its fullest before getting another one to care for rushed in. 

She moved to the city after finishing school. The heart of the state, her city was called. With the hundreds of thousands of people, whether they be citizens or visitors, the city was always moving, always working in one way or another. Sure, the rush of the city was wonderful, but the main reason she moved was to help more people. It was only common sense that a bigger city, and one with supers in would cause more people to need medical assistance, but she never thought she would meet any super.

Three or four hours into her shift, she heard the always waited for phrase over the tannoy; "adult female trauma call. 10 minutes,". Alisa had just come off her break, so she was ready to get going with a trauma call. Her colleagues and herself had set up everything expected for a trauma call, checking it over a couple times to make sure they had all the necessities. 

Mere minutes later, the patient got rushed in. She could see multiple colours in her clothes as she got rushed past Alisa and into the set up room. Alisa tapped the arm of her fellow nurse and rushed in after the paramedics. 

It was safe to say, she hadn't expected the person in the bed to be the one rushed into the emergency room. Hero, the 'saviour of the city' had never come to hospital before. She rarely got hurt, maybe a scratch here or there, or a small cut that needed tending to, but never this severe. She never needed to be hospitalized for it.

"Hey guys," she said hoarsely. "How are we all doing, this fine night?" One of the paramedics shot her a glare, clearly they had already told her off for her big mouth.

"This is Hero, she was pushed off a four-storey building, her powers cushioned her fall. She has two possible fractures to the lower spine, a concussion and dislocated shoulder along with a suspected collapsed lung," the paramedic listed her injuries, saying the medication she had been given afterwards, but Alisa wasn't listening. Something seemed off, but she couldn't place her finger on it.

They moved her from the stretcher to the bed, talking through the tests they were going to have to do. An X-Ray, and CT scan were the big ones. Hero was listening as they all spoke, her eyes darting from one person to the other, trying to keep up with what they were all saying. 

"We are going to have to take your mask off, alright?"

"No!" She blurted out, her eyes darting to Alisa. "No, you can't," 

"Miss, none of us will leak your identity. Only we will see what you look like, so you will have to put up with that I'm afraid." 

Hero closed her eyes, debating with herself in her head. "Fine," she looked at Alisa again. "But she can't be here for it." 

Alisa was shocked, even more so when her colleagues pushed her from the room, beckoning for another nurse to come in. What was Hero's problem with her? How come she was okay with everyone else in the room seeing her identity, but not Alisa? It didn't make sense to her, but she had to let it go; there were other patients who needed her help.

Unfortunately for Hero, Alisa was very nosy, so once the main doctor had gone to check one thing or another and it was only one nurse in the room, she slipped in. The blue curtain was mostly closed, only left a little open at the side the nurse was on, so Alisa had to properly peel around to see Hero.

Her eyes were closed, chest rising steadily. She would almost say Hero looked peaceful, but the furrowed eyebrows and screwed up forehead ruined that. Her hair was a matted mess of dark curly hair, lighter brown highlights running through here and there. That was when she realised who Hero was.

"Jade?" She gasped, pushing past the nurse and the curtain to get a better look of Hero - her girlfriend. Jade's eyes shot open, scanning the room before landing on Alisa. Her eyes, the colour of rust, softened immediately, seeing the confused look on Alisa's face.

"I thought I said keep away," she murmured, reaching her hand out from under the thin sheet to hold her hand. 

"Well, you know me, you should've expected this to happen," Alisa gripped onto Jade's hand for dear life. They hadn't been dating long, but as stupid as it sounded, they knew the were each others 'one'. 

"This wasnt how I wanted to tell you," Jade paused to laugh, but ended up coughing chestily. Once she had calmed, she continued. "I was going to take you out to dinner. It was going to be so romantic. That Italian place, at the back, next the the cellist. Then I would drive you home and before you got out, I would tell you, and you would be upset I didnt tell you before, but so supportive. Now it's all ruined, and I'm telling you on my deathbed. You've been invited to the last day of my life," Jade rested her head against the bed and closed her eyes.

"The last- what do you mean?" 

"Villain, before they knocked me off the building, they injected me with this liquid. It's a poison, Lis, deadly. It's killing me. I'll be gone by noon." 

Alisa was numb, Jade, her love, she was going to die. This Villain had killed her. 

"What's his name?" Alisa demanded.

"What?" Somehow, against all the laws of face muscles, Jade furrowed her eyebrows even more. "Why?" 

"Just tell me," Alisa squeezed her love's hand.

"It was Damian, or Dean. Something beginning with a D. Alisa, why do you want to know?"

Alisa bent down and kissed Jade on the forehead, her hand going to her messy curls. She bought her hand across Jade's ashy face, trying to memorize her face while she could. Then she stepped away and turned, not wanting to see what Jade would look like at her statement. "I'm going to kill that son of a bitch."

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Sorry, it's a bit of a long one, I've got another on the way soon. Hope everyone is still okay ❤

(Please dont reblog or use as a prompt without my permission)

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[not-quite-a-writer]

“Hey, Ben?” Zach asked, his head in his boyfriends lap, eyes closed as his hair got played with.

"Hmm?" Ben replied, looking down at Zach.

Zach opened his eyes, staring straight up into Ben's grey ones. 

"I want to come out," he said, breathily, nervous for what Ben was going to say. He knew being scared for his reply was stupid of him, since his boyfriend didnt hide his orientation (not flaunt it either though) and was obviously supporting of him and his sexuality.

Ben automatically brightened, a smile making its way onto his face. "That's great, babe! Just to your parents or-?" He left the question open, a bad habit of his that often annoyed Zach, but something that he loved him for nonetheless.

"To anyone who wants to listen, I suppose," his face reddened slightly, feeling silly. Every LGBTQ person he knew always told their family before he told everyone else, but here he was, wanting to tell the world at once.

"That's brilliant," Ben was practically glowing. He never wanted to push Zach to come out, because he knew from experience that something as big as that can't be pressured, but he had been ready to show off their relationship a week in. "Have you thought about how you want to do it?" 

Zach sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Not really, but I think I want to tell people we are dating at the same time," he smiled, feeling sheepish.

"You know I'm happy to do that. I'm happy if you're happy, just like I've said through this painstakingly long journey with you," he grinned cheekily, leaning closer to peck his boyfriend on the lips. "If you come out, babe, then so will I."

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ppy pride month everyone! I hope you're all okay, specifically those in the US dealing with all the racism and police brutality and all that horrid stuff

I'm trying to write something to do with black oppression and racism, but I dont want to do anything drastically wrong, so I've been doing a lot of research, which I think, especially now, is very important to do, as a (thankfully but not for the right reasons) privileged white person.

Whoever you are, whatever your circumstances are, I love you all ❤🧡💛💚💙💜✊🏻✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

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[not-quite-a-writer]

I want everything with you

I'll pick up your clothes

I'll bring you breakfast in bed 

I'll do the chores you hate most

And try my best not to eat your snacks

I'll care for you when you're sick

I'll help decorate our house

I'll cheer you up when you're sad

And try not to fall asleep when you go on your rants

I want all of it

But I dont want to force you

So tell me if you want me to pick up your clothes

Or bring you breakfast in bed

Do the chores you hate most

And not eat your snacks

Tell me if you want me to care for you when you're sick

Or help you decorate our house

Cheer you up when you're sad

And not fall asleep when you go on your rants

I promise I'll do whatever you want

Just say the word

And I'll bring you the world

#love #love poem #poem #writing #falling in love #boyfriend #girlfriend #partner #relationships #crush #I'll bring you the world

[not-quite-a-writer]

Much like many other nights for the past few months, Hero was out. For many people they would think it a chore having to go and do exercise so late at night, or anytime at all for that matter, but it wasn't for them. It wasn't something that they felt they had to drag themselves out for because they did genuinely enjoy it. The thrill of flying around in the chilled night wind over the beautiful glass skyscrapers and civilians so blissfully unaware of what was happening above them. Sure, they may have been addicted to the adrenaline rush gained from travelling over sky-high skyscrapers at quite a speed, but whether they were or not, the feeling of being out of reach of everyone but able to see the thousands down below them just felt so good. Majority of evenings, there wasnt anything particularly large and bad that they needed to get involved in as a 'senior superhero' (name credit to the baby supers), so being able to have time alone with the infinite dark above them and the finite flickers if living below, was the beat past time. They chose a different roof to sit on every night, sometimes office blocks, sometimes apartment buildings, sometimes the hundreds of glass structures. But the night before they had sat on an especially wonderful looking block of glass and steel. It was away from very busy roads, but every now and then you could spot the tiny white light of a car driving along the street. They couldn't describe exactly what drew them back for a second night, but clearly something did. Sitting right on the edge of the building, legs hanging over the edge light deadweights, the spring breeze felt cool through the blue spandex suit adorning their body. The spandex was an important part of being a super. Whether it be a hero or villain, Hero hadn't met one single active super who didn't wear spandex. It was unheard of. Some may say impossible. But not for long, of course. "Are you kidding me?" Hero heard from behind them. They jumped up, automatically widening their legs and inching their arms towards their chest. "Holy shi-" "Who are you?" The protagonist snapped. There was no possible way to get up onto this roof. Not unless you were able to fly or teleport. So how did the kid in front of them manage to sneak it's way up 50 odd floors and onto a roof with neither an entrance nor an exit. "You're them. You're the hero of the city," they breathed, pointing a finger at the now irritated hero. "That's what they call me. But I didn't ask who I am. So I'll ask again. Who. Are. You" their fists were loosely clenched, muscles tense and ready to move if the need arises. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph. You're actually in front of me. I didn't expect you to be here. I mean you were here yesterday and I get my information from...questionablly reliable sources, but sources nonetheless the less that you move every night. Holy hell, they've screwed me up," they took a deep breath and held their hand out. "I didnt expect to meet in these circumstances. I thought they'd be worse to be honest, with the whole enemies thing between the good and bad." The hero's brow furrowed. "What are you rambling on about? Who are you?" The antagonist dropped their hand and gave the protagonist a sly smirk that didnt fit the young face they wore. "I'm going to be your worst nightmare,"

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Please excuse the fact that this is a day later than normal and probably has a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes... I hope it's okay anyway (please ask before reblogging)

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[not-quite-a-writer]

I was thinking the other day

How I’d be without you

Would I do the same things

Would I meet someone new

Would I bring you pretty flowers

Or remember your name

Would I walk around the graves

With my head hung in shame

Could I focus on my day

If the clouds were all grey

All mourning for you

Hiding the blue

Knowing every minute

My feelings hardly dilute

I’d be missing you

Wishing you were here with me now

And now your ashes are strewn

Across all the sights

That you saw

Before you knew

That she was coming to you

That she’d take you

She’d take you into the storm

Of her realm

To leave me behind

To leave me overwhelmed

With the feelings I’ve learned

That I have earned

I now know how I feel without you

I don’t do the same things

I haven’t met someone new

But I bring you pretty flowers

Almost every day

And I still remember

I still remember your name

I walk around your grave

With my head hung in shame

I can’t focus

Can’t focus on my day

If the clouds are all grey

All mourning for you

Hiding the blue

Knowing every minute

My feelings hardly dilute

I am missing you

Wishing you were here with me now

To rest my furrowed brow

And tell me it’ll all be fine

Until now

I never knew how much I loved you

How much I want you

I want you to be here with me

Just once more

Just one more second

One more minute

So I don’t have to know

How I am without you

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I wrote this ages ago and it's kinda cringey but it reminds me of a simpler time, even if I wasnt quite as stable as I am now

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[not-quite-a-writer]

"What the hell are you doing here?" The hero scrambled back against the headboard of their bed. They had only just woken up, just opened up their eyes and right over them was their worst enemy.

"You shouldn't have left the door unlocked. I thought you would've known that, having saved countless amounts of people from home robberies." The villain bought their steel capped boots up onto the bed and crossed their arms over their chest.

"Why-why? Why are you here? How did you find me?" The hero could feel their heartbeat raising. They were barely awake, this wouldn't be a good time to start a fight.

The villain threw their head back and laughed. "How did I find you? Really? You aren't exactly inconspicuous with your identity, my dear. I thought I'd give you a nice surprise to wake up to." A grin settled on their face.

The hero clutched the bedsheets tighter in their fists and drew their knees into their chest. "A nice surprise? Are you mad?" Their face was steadily gaining more colour than it had lost at the sight they saw the moment they woke.

"Is there anything that has told you I'm not?" The villain chuckled and stood. "You've got a cosy place here. I'm surprised you don't have a knife under your pillow though. Maybe you ought to start doing that. I know it makes me feel a lot more at ease at night." They rolled their neck and sighed. The hero looked on in anticipation. They knew from experience that they rolled their neck right before jumping into a fight.

The hero's nemesis grinned widely at the nervous look on the hero's face. "Wow. I really shook you didn't I? Ha." They scoffed and stretched their arms out. "You know what I could do with? A coffee. Get dressed and I'll take you out."

The hero's expression changed rapidly to one of pure horror. "T-take me out?"

"Of course darling. We need to have a chat." They looked at the tense person wrapped in blankets in bed and at their face. "Did you think I meant to kill you?" An amused smile rose up on the villain's face. "Aw, you are cute. Come on, get dressed. I've only got all day but no patience."

"Get out." The hero hissed, their face red with embarrassment.

The villain smirked. "I thought you would've wanted me to stay. I'm aware of how much you love me."

This earned a pillow to the face. "Get out!"

The villain chuckled as they strolled out the door. "Feel free to leave the door open when you change."

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I've been really inspired to wrote hero/villain stuff lately for some reason

If you use this for anything, please give credit :)

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[not-quite-a-writer]

I took my keys from my jumper pocket and unlocked my house door. I pushed the bright red door open, and slid my trainers off, the laces done loose enough for me to do so, but not so loose that they fell off my feet whilst walking. Shoving the door shut, I sighed. My day had been horrible and I was just happy to be home. Home always makes everything better, no matter what. Or so I thought.

The first thing that told me something wasn’t right was the pile of letters I hadn’t noticed on my way in, sitting by the door. With a frown on my face, I picked them up. My sister was the neatest freak I knew, if she had left letters by the door when she should’ve been home for almost three hours already, something was wrong.

I checked the names on the front of them; Elizabeth Andrews, Madeline Andrews, Elizabeth Andrews, Elizabeth Andrews. It was strange, my sister getting so many letters when she never got more than one a week. Wrong thing number two.

“Liz?” I called into the house. She didn’t answer me. Wrong thing number three. I opened the dining room door, catching a whiff of something as soon as I stepped inside the room. “Liz, are you home?” It was then I realised what the smell was. It was the smell of chocolate. Wrong thing number four.

This wouldn’t worry anybody else, coming home to the smell of chocolate. They would smell it and think their loved ones had been making something for them, something lovely and chocolatey. But I couldn’t say the same for myself. If I walked into a house that wasn’t my parents and smelled chocolate, something was wrong. The sweet smell had always signalled to me that something bad had been going on, and on occasion it had been drastic.

I rushed into the kitchen, worried for my only siblings health. “Liz? Liz, answer me.” I yelled, feeling my heart thumping against my chest. I scanned the room as quick as my eyes would. She wasn’t there. But on the kitchen counter was a letter and a plate of brownies and chocolate cookies.

My feet cautiously took me to them, scared for what I would find in the contents of the letter. It was addressed to me, so I unfolded the paper, my hands trembling, making it hard to read the words scrawled onto the paper.

I’m sorry. I had to do it. I know you wouldn’t want me to, so I didn’t tell you. I hope you like the brownies and cookies. I love you.

This wouldn’t make sense to anybody else, but I knew exactly what it meant. I stared at the letter for quite some time and then a sense of anger rushed over me. I pushed the plate of baked goods from the table, the ceramic smashing as soon as it hit the floor and the food spreading crumbs everywhere.

I just stood, doing nothing, trying coming to terms with how my life would be now. And then it all caught up with me and I sobs started racking my body. I dropped the the floor and pressed my eyes shut and pictured her in my mind. Her brown hair with blonde highlights, her hazel eyes, changing from green to brown each day, her bright smile, her jokes, her laugh. And then it all disappeared. I couldn’t picture her anymore.

She was gone. And the smell of chocolate took her place.

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I wrote this basically half asleep so sorry for any bad grammar or words or anything (ask before reblogging or using this for anything

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[not-quite-a-writer]

"Alex," she whispered. "Alex, wake up. Wake up, please," she shook his shoulder lightly, hoping it would bring him to the real world.

"Carla?" He groaned, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I needed someone," she cleared her throat awkwardly. "I didn't want to be...alone,"

He pulled his hand out from under the cover, and squeezed her own. "Nightmares again?"

Carla bit her lip, a little annoyed at her past self for telling him about her nightmares, but they were so close back then. It felt ridiculous at the time to not tell him, but now? She was half regretting it.

"It's 5am," he said to her softly, his eyes not on her but on the dim yellow light of the clock on his bedside table.

"I know," she looked down, regretting her on-a-whim decision she made to go to him.

"You couldn't last another hour or two?"

She couldnt help it, but her lip quivered slightly. "It, er, it was a bad one," she looked him straight into his weary eyes. "I didnt know who else to go to."

The pity was clear on his face and she hated it. She always had. It wasnt although she didnt want pity, she always craved attention in some way or another, but she didnt want him to pity her. That was one of the things that had broken them apart in the first place, but somehow, after all those arguments and slammed doors, shaking the whole room, he still did it.

"I'll leave," Carla said, standing. "You dont want me here. This was a mistake, I'm-"

He grabbed her arm as she turned around, gently pulling her towards the bed. Confusion was written all over her face, but as Alex let go of her wrist, shuffled back in his bed and pulled the duvet up, everything became clear for her.

"Take your shoes off, I like to keep my bed clean," he gave her a sleepy grin.

"Neat freak." She muttered, kicking off her trainers before cautiously climbing into Alex's bed.

He draped his arm over her waist, the skin of his forearm touching a sliver of her stomach. It felt oddly intimate, and also familiar. This was the position they automatically took after a long day, or night.

"Sleep well, I'll try to fight the nightmares away for you," he whispered to her, his voice seeming to trail off a little at the end.

That was the first time in a long while that she had fallen asleep with a smile on her face.

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