#fynn writes sometimes I guess

[hatchi-matchii]

Post-Movie Movie Night!

Ft. Disaster Twins. and Rango.

(This was my first fic, so there may be some mistakes.)

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Leo woke up.

Covered in his own sweat, with tears pricking threateningly at his eyes, he jolted upright. He took in deep, gasping breaths as he tried to calm himself. It’s not real, he’s gone, they’re gone- he told himself, unable to believe his own words.

The crackle of a frantic voice coming through his arm piece, the aching pain surging through his veins, and one last snarky comment.

“..Hero moves are totally your style, big bro.”

He took in deep breaths, in, out, in-

The crack of his spine against the stone. The snarling, villainous voice of the kraang above him as he lie in the empty, torturous void. He was afraid. Afraid of death, afraid of never seeing his family again and yet- somehow, he knew he had to save them.He tried to endure every hit from the horrible monster- the kraang- which had lost its family too.

He had to get out.

Leo stood from his cot in the medbay. He was not supposed to be leaving yet, -orders from the old man himself- but he couldn’t stay here. Not alone- it reminded him too much of that day. That Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. He thought to himself, a bit of a smile flashing on his face as he tried to make light of the situation. Slowly, he regained his footing and stumbled as gracefully as his sore legs allowed out into the main lair.

It was almost empty in the main room, the old tv in the living area cold from being out of use. He gazed around, looking for a sign of anyone to talk to. He didn’t see anything, but just barely, out of his good tympana, he could hear odd synth beats emerging from his brother's lab. Donnie, of course! that turtle never sleeps. He trudged to his twin brother's car, not bothering to knock as he entered.

Hearing a noise from the entrance, Donnie whipped around, already lecturing before he even saw who it was. “Y’know, it’s a lot better for both of us if you knock! I like my privacy and-“ Donnie stopped in his tracks seeing the worn-out figure in the entryway.

“Leo? What-“ his face softened before being stern again. “You should be-“ “-in bed, I know, I know.” The slider interrupted. “You’re gonna act like you didn’t miss my little visits?” He leaned on the doorway, as if it were just his usual ‘bad boy’ stance and not because he was in pain from moving anywhere at all.

Donnie sighed. “At least sit down.”

Leo happily obliged, finding the purple gaming chair that sat by the large monitor in the room. “So, whatcha’ working on?” He asked, rolling the chair closer to where his twin was perched, sitting cross-cross in his lab chair, hunched over what looked to Leo like a hunk of metal.

“Just.. a piece of damaged tech I found. I'm trying to repair it.”

“For what?”

“Whatever it was used for.”

“What was it used for?”

“I don’t know.”

“How do you repair something you don’t know the purpose of?”

“‘Nardo, please get off my chair.”

Leo obliged, scooting away in the rolling chair. Donnie turned around, removing his goggles and relaxing to talk to his brother. “Did you want something? I’m kind of busy here.”

Leo sat in silence. He just needed company, someone to distract him from whatever awful visions would cloud his mind as soon as he was alone again. As he looked down, tapping the chair with his fingers, Donnie could tell something was off. Probably those damned nightmares again.. he sighed quietly. No harm in withholding his project, it wasn’t time-sensitive or anything, but this was.

“Nardo? Do you need to talk about something?”

He shook his head, still not looking up to answer the question.

“Do you.. wanna hang out here?”

Leo looked up, catching on his words for a moment. Strangely enough, he had never found it this hard to talk.

“..Yea.”

Silence for another moment before he continued.

“Got any good movies?”

“You know I do, little brother!”

Donnie stood, headed towards his rack of dvds. Leo followed close behind, rolling in the gaming chair backwards, leaning back to talk to Donnie.

“Little Brother? We’re practically the same age! We might as well be twins!”

“‘Practically’ is not accurate. And plus, we’re not even the same kind of turtle! How could we be twins, hm?”

“We were mutated on the same day!”

“We were all mutated on the same day, Nardo. Are you and dad twins?”

“Eugh, no— but we’re connected- somehow! We have twin telepathy, and you know it!”

They had had this conversation millions of times before, but Leo would never relent. They were twins, he could feel it, and he didn’t care if that wasn’t scientifically accurate.

Donnie simply sorted through his huge movie collection, not giving Leo the satisfaction of winning.

“So, what’ll it be? Jupiter Jim, The Lou jitsu collection, Rango, Jurassic park—“

“Rango. Rango sounds good.”

Donnie chuckled quietly to himself, before picking up the old movie.

Leo smirked, unsure why his brother was laughing. “What? What’s wrong with rango? I know you love that movie.”

“Yea, it’s just- seems familiar now, doesn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just- nothing. Let’s just enjoy the movie for now, okay?”

Leo shrugged, wincing a bit at the motion. He’d almost completely forgotten how careful he had to be with his injuries. He’d thought caring for his brothers was hard, but he was used to it. Being the patient was much, much worse. And more boring. He stood carefully, walking over to the bed with cautious movements. He eventually flopped down on the purple mattress with a huff, annoyed at how fragile he felt. Luckily, Donnie hadn’t seen his struggle, too busy getting the tv and DVD player ready.

“Okay, let me go get the candy, I know you always like Reese’s Pieces best-“

“No!” It came out more panicked than leo had intended. “I mean- could you just- stay?”

Donnie stared at his brother in confusion for a moment. “Um. Yea, sure, no problem.” He sat down on his own side of the bed, the wall behind them covered in pillows to make it more comfortable to lean on. Donnie hit the play button on his remote, and leaned back to watch one of their favorite movies. That iconic opening song played, and the narrator's band quieted down.

“We are gathered here today to immortalize in song the life and untimely death of a great legend..”

Leo had fallen asleep before Rattlesnake Jake even made his appearance, and Donnie yawned, about to get up and go back to work. He just needed another monster and he'd be fine- until he felt a weight on his shoulder and realized that’s where Leo had rested his head to sleep. Damn it, Nardo. You’re too good at this. He sunk back into the pillow pile, not disturbing his brother. Begrudgingly, he got comfortable. Might as well be as productive as possible, right? Sleep can be productive…

It was barely any time at all before the two were both snoring.

“…And while he is certain to die, perhaps from a household accident- which account for 65% of all unnatural deaths- the townspeople will honor his memory! ..Even as they lose their dignity.”

#hurt/comfort #fanfic #rottmnt fanfiction #rise fanfic #tcest dni #sfw fanfic #familial fluff #fynn writes sometimes I guess #fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction #rottmnt post movie #rise leo #rise donnie #rottmnt #Rango #rango movie #This entire thing is me projecting #disaster twins #rottmnt disaster twins #repost

[the-moth-from-elsewhere]

THE ELSIE BLOG MASTERPOST I GUESS

Hi, I’m Elsie, here’s all the hecking blogs I own, in vaguely chronological order of when they were properly introduced.

@the-moth-from-elsewhere - that’s me lol, my main

@myownquieterworld - I write stuff sometimes, sometimes I’m sad, ig, I haven’t used this in a while. Maybe I should start archiving all my writing in here, Eh?

@cookies-and-also-sandwiches - A character blog for Easton West and Northa South, two cinnamon rolls who run Compass Manor and are absolutely head over heels for each other.

@the-quiet-light - Dusk, Easton and Northa’s art project turned goddess. Goddess of winter, contentment, and Agape. The very stars in the sky.

@alpenglow-the-candle - just a lil candle girlie with a lotta abandonment issues.

@kitsune-the-magical-girl - Formerly Tea Anon, Kitsune hails from the odd world of Madoka Magica, and is here to fulfill her wish to save everyone with the power of medium awareness!

@kyubey-the-incubator - Kyubey. From Madoka Magica. He sucks, don’t listen to him.

@lanterns-and-candy - Ciana and Apollo, a loving married couple from Candleton. They’re candy-makers, and care for Ciana’s sweetheart of a younger sister, Lucy.

@chip-the-birb - A very excitable little cardinal-themed Avis who only wants to help everyone. Has a massive crush on Alpenglow. Clara’s son.

@the-conductor-paladin - Arthur, a chivalric young man who runs a set of train stations. He gets stressed easily. He smote a spider nest off of the face of the earth once.

@assassin-anon - A strange young woman who can turn into animals, usually a black cat. Despite her mysterious and odd nature, she only wishes to help. Member of the Court of Lull, Mercutio’s girlfriend.

@she-has-many-names - Chance, the redeemed Nightmare.

@bliss-clan - my clangen blog! Very cool, much kitties, even more much shipping.

@quest-anon - A very shy anon who likes to give out achievements. He’s a prep, but in an endearing way. Cannot take any affection of any kind without being flustered.

@kawaii-advice-anon - Tip anon, aka Quest’s fiancée. She’s cutesy, she’s goth, and she’s got the energy of a thousand suns. Named for her propensity to give people tips and advice.

@lady-of-the-digital-lake - Guinevere, or just Verie, a loving young woman who takes care of an orphanage. Inherits basically no character traits from her legendary namesake. A literal white mage, both her skin and hair are blank white, and her eyes are reddish-pink. Member of the court of Lull, Arthur’s Fiancée.

@mercutio-the-broken - your local maladaptive daydreaming bard, member of the court of lull.

@plush-candles - Fynn, a sweethearted but incredibly lonely child living in the orphanage.

@the-rain-of-mercy - Aokigahara, a child’s imaginary turned sweethearted rain AI. Be careful, he’s basically the embodiment of depressive themes.

@plague-doctor-anon - self explanatory

@of-sea-and-light - Yelena, a dragon girl with terrible luck when it comes to love, and formerly a lock over her heart. Works in the orphanage. Silhouette’s gf.

@the-path-of-guidance - guidance anon! Absolute terror. We love her.

@lemonade-sugar yes I am lemonade mod. A mysterious figure whose traits you’ll have to figure out yourself! Only communicates through letters…for now.

And that’s all the ones you get to know about!

#Masterpost #blog masterlist

[fine-not-fine]

Red, Maroon, Peach, Honey, Bronze, Butterscotch, Green, Green tea, Mint, Brunswick, Army, Arctic, Sky, Baby blue, Periwinkle, Denim, Teal, Violet, Lilac, Amethyst, Magenta, Pastel, Coral, Snow, Frost, Cotton, Cream, Pearl (be specific Mercury), Parchment, Lace, Chiffon, Ecru, Oatmeal, Mocha, Cinnamon, Leather, Brunette, Carob, Gray, Silver, Black, Midnight, and Ink Mercury!!

Red- What makes you angry?

“People hurting my family and friends, myself doing something beyond stupid, uhh…people getting hurt for no logical reason. Like people hurting each other for no good reason.”Maroon - What are you most passionate about? “Oh wow uhh I guess self expression? Just kinda having your own time to be you. I’m a bit wild when it comes to exploring things for yourself.”Peach - Are you generally a more gentle and soft spoken person or a louder and rougher person? “I’m a bit rough around the edges when you first meet me but I’m actually more soft spoken. I only get loud if I’m excited.”

Honey - Have you ever considered marrying someone? What is your opinion on marriage in general? “Yes! and I think it could be the start of something wonderful for people who want to solidify their love.”

Bronze - What is your favorite way to warm up when it’s cold  “campfire! or really warm blankets or cuddling! or all three-”

Butterscotch - Is there candy in the world you live in? If so, do you have a favorite one?“chocolate or cherry flavored things are good!”

Green - Was there ever a time in your life that you went through a period of growth? describe it. “Around the time I was first with Cyanide I realized that I couldn’t quite live normally under that household. So a found brief ways of escaping. The biggest one though is meeting Allison and her family. I realized life was different, life could be better.”Green tea - Does Tea it exist in your world?  If so do you like it, and which kind is your favorite? “Uhhh green? I forget which teas I’ve had- I like sweet tea!”Mint - Does Ice cream exist in your world? If so, what is your favorite Ice cream flavor?“Cookies and Cream or just chocolate.”Brunswick - Are you a person who is often jealous? what makes you jealous most often? “I try not to be! But I tend to feel jealous when Allison is away for a long period of time or enjoys people’s company over me. I know it’s stupid but I’m scared I’ll loose her to a better man.”Army - Do you have a fighting style? If so, what is it?“If you need to run then use what you can to make an escape. If you mean to do harm to as much harm as possible. Go for the most active parts on the body and hit lower than the opponent guesses. Upper cuts are very useful.”Arctic - Do you prefer warm or cool weather? “I’m fine in both!”Sky - What is your favorite time of the day?“Afternoon or night!” Baby (blue) - Would you consider having children? If so, how many?“Yes, as many as safe and practical”

Periwinkle -  Would you consider yourself to be a good parent? what do you think a good parent should be? “I hope I would be. A good parent supports and loves their kid. They try their best to protect them and be there for them when they need it most.”

Denim - What is your fashion style?“Casual and free and expressive!”Teal - What makes you feel most at peace? “Someone I know well being beside me or just being free to be myself.”Violet - What is your ideal date?“Going to some off the wall place and just exploring or simply finding weird stuff to do snuggled up somewhere nice”Lilac - How would someone win you over?“Probably just indulging my weirdness. I’m not sure really.”Amethyst- What is your aesthetic?“Poison based things, red and silver, steam, woods, metal and fire”Magenta - What is your Zodiac sign? “Dunno” I am unsure due to the fact I can’t remember when I made him.Pastel - Do you prefer pastel, bright, neon, or dark colors?“Bright, Neons with black, and dark colors”Coral - Do you have a strong moral code? What are some moral things that you feel strongly about?“I don’t know how strong my moral code is but I guess I’m big on fairness. I don’t think I’d do anything unruly but I’m not actually sure. I wouldn’t pick on someone for their flaws.”Snow - Have you ever seen snow? Do you like it? What do you like to do in the snow? “Yes I have! I do like it and I love snow angels and making large tracks in the snow. Sometimes even building stuff like snow forts and snow trenches!”Frost - What do you like to wear in cold weather?“Big coats and scaves! oh! and ear warmers!”Cotton - What do you like to wear for pajamas? “Anything. usually sweat pants or fluffy pants and a tee-shirt maybe a longsleeve if it’s cold.”Cream - Do you prefer Tea, Coffee, or Cocoa? (If your world has those things. If not, what sort of hot drinks do you have?)“Cocoa then tea then coffee. I’m not a fan of how coffee tastes without creamer”Pearl - What do you look for in a romantic partner?“Funny and sweet. They have their own motives and sparks. They are kind and try to help when they can. Fun loving who will do stupid stuff with me and also doesn’t mind me wanting to cuddle. Someone who will want it slow and serious.”Parchment - Do you like to read or write? “I’m rather bad at both- but maybe one day.”Lace - What would you name your child if you were to have one?“Poisons are named after their poisons but if they were human I suppose Juniper is a nice name. Maybe Skyler or Iris. Marcus, Avery, Fynn.”Chiffon - Do you prefer a larger and cleaner environment, or a smaller and cozier one?“I actually like a mix of open space and coziness.”Ecru - Do you have curly, wavy, or straight hair? “It’s straight I think.”Oatmeal - What is your usual breakfast?“Whatever I can eat quickly usually an apple or something.”Mocha - How do you like your coffee? (If you like coffee) “CREAMER-”Cinnamon - Which of the “Cinnamon Roll” memes fits you best? (looks like they could kill but is actually a cinnamon roll, looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you, looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll, looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you, or sinnamon roll)“Sinnamon roll or regular cinnamon roll- as long as I’m not mad.”Leather - How “basass” would you say you are?“Mildly-”Brunette - If you could change your hair color, what would you change it to? “….Does Allison find one hair color more attractive? if so, that-”

Carob - What do you look for in a friend? “Plays around with me, mellow and sweet hearted.”Grey/Gray - Introvert, Extrovert, or Ambivert? “Introvert.”Silver - What do you imagine the future to be like? “Brighter and better.”

Black - What is the darkest thing you’ve ever done?“Getting frustrated with Arsenic…”Midnight - Are you a night or morning person?“Night.”Ink - write your autobiography in one sentence “What the fuck.”

#M and A #ocs

[losttomyownmind-blog]

Poem and a short writing

Poem - Flightless Bird

By: Fynn

Oh, what it means to be a flightless bird

I will not soar or touch the sky, it is too far from me.

My song is harsh and grading, not to be heard.

I’m the least special kind of bird, can’t you see

You peck and caw at me, searching for my gaze.

I tell you, go find a bird who can fly and bring you far

Your love, you say, will not phase

And that I am your northern star

But I am a flightless bird, my life isn’t for me

It’s for him, the man who clipped my wings

I sit in his cage, living for he

While he brings me things upon things

You tell me to fly, and I wish, that I could

But he will surely find me, and then too

He will blame you, for saying I should

Forever his soul shall bind me, I cannot leave.

He loves me

I love him

Life goes on

Til the end

Sings, the flightless bird

The Words

An abstract story of stress and an excerpt from my journal

by: Fynn

 The words, which at one point or another, flow so smoothly carry a jagged edge. The start and stop and speed up just to slow down. I do not control them merely allow them to exit. Not to say that the exact words I let exit are in any special or powerful, more to say I can’t help but yell when I’m mad and ramble when I’m lost. I tend to be more and more lost these days. Life has a way of escaping me when I find that there is no motivation to find it. I could strive around demanding the world and all its inhabitants give me the answer I do so feel I deserve, but to do that I have to feel that I deserve and answer then I have to have the confidence to demand such an answer from those who, let’s be honest, are looking for their own such an answer. Life isn’t so much hard as it is overly unnecessarily complicated. Once again, not to say others’ lives aren’t hard but more to say my own life isn’t particularly difficult outside of the mistakes I myself have wrought. I ramble, mostly to myself, but sometimes to others, and often to my pen. I often find myself saying or writing the words “not to say” or “to clarify” both so others can understand the context in which my claims are made but also so that later when I stumble upon my ramble I can understand what I was meaning and what was an unfortunate overlap in my ideas. But to say that life is overly complicated more than not means that life could be simpler but isn’t both through choices of my own and others around me. To give an example it’s like the situation a restaurant going person can often find themselves in.  The customer will ask for a drink, say, Dr. Pepper, they waiter will respond with “sorry we don’t have that”. From there the customer will ask for several more drinks that simply are not served at this particular establishment. It would be simpler if the customer had simply looked at the list on the menu beforehand and chosen from there, or it would also be simpler if the waiter after the first missed attempt gave a list of available drinks. Life is this situation happening everywhere all at once. And I feel that in my own life, I am left guessing what drink everyone wants. I am the waiter and they are the customers. I want to give them what they want, but I never seem to guess the right thing. It feels like it could be so much simpler, but I lost my drink list on my first shift and now it’s a quick slide downhill. I have no tips and I’m crying after my night is done. Not that the metaphor is so beat to the ground that it almost works my ramble is starting to gain form of an actual thought. It’s my life or restaurant, and I can serve what I want. So, what’s to stop me from only serving one thing and only taking customers who want what I have to serve. Like an amazing hot dog stand, I could have die-hard fan customers who love what I serve leaving all those who don’t like it to keep eating at the “pizza” place that really serves everything. Guilt perhaps holds me and the rest of us down and makes us seek others companies. That is an issue, but to point out a larger issue. Why do pizza places offer wings, and salads, and sandwiches, and what not? Not that they don’t have the right, but when Pizza becomes just another menu option it’s hard to call yourself a pizza place, or so I think. An eatery, or a foodatorium, perhaps a “tasty place” would be a better name for such establishments. The words. They are strange. 26 letters and infinity of meanings. Only limited by what it willing to leave my head when my dull stabbing fingers jab mercilessly at these gross, really need to be cleaned, keys. I mean how often are you supposed to clean your keys. These just have some dust and stuff, so not that bad, but still. I cleaned these two weeks ago. Isn’t that enough? The words have come and gone and what’s left behind is this story. Neither wholly interesting or disgusting but rather the thought I’ve put forth. Happy Easter.

#journal #poem #poetry #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #creative writing #birds #spousal abuse

[takokola]

Nova’s Secret Admirer Part 1

((Valentine's Day is right around the corner in 2 days. In this story, Nova recieved a letter from a secret admirer. He wondered, who sent him that letter?))

Nova, Hachi, Aki, Mel, Leif, Hunni and Luna belongs to me.

Eimie belongs to @eiden-squid.

Neo Squid Sisters: Camille and Nebula belongs to @inklingleesquidly | @agenttwo and @myzzy

Telemachus (mentioned) @agent-7-at-your-service

Nova went back to his homeroom, after he was called in the principle's office. He wasn't in trouble. His teacher asked him to run a small errand with the principle. He printed out flyers for the Valentine's Day dance for next week. Unfortunately for Nova, he doesn't even have a date to go to.

As he opened the door and reported to his teacher, he seems to notice a pink letter at his own desk. Nova was wonderering, who sent that letter? The rest of the classmates were just finishing their school work. Including Hachi and Leif. Hachi was sitting by the window, where Nova is. And his cousin, Leif was sitting in the middle.

He took his seat and resumed his work until the bell rang. He put the letter away in his bag. He'll read it, later after school.

The school bell rang and everyone in Seaside Hill High were going home or attending their school clubs. As for Nova, he doesn't do any clubs.

"It smells like sweet nectar.." Nova took a whiff at the scent. Could be some kind of expensive perfume. He was going to open the letter, until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey, cousin! Whatcha got there?" Leif appeared, right behind him. They were looking over his shoulder to see a pink letter. "Didn't mean to surprise ya. You've been staring at that letter after we were done with class." They wrapped an arm around Nova.

Nova turned his head to Leif and smiled. "Oh, sorry! It laying there, before I came back to class. I was gonna open it, until you showed up" He stared at his letter for a second.

They were eager to know, what's in the envelope. "Well, don't just stand there! Open it!" They said. Leif is one of the squids, who likes surprises.

Nova opened the envelope, to reveal a note. He started to read it, out loud to Leif.

"I heard that you don't have a date to the Valentine's Day dance, next week. Meet me at the entrance of the gym, if you want to come to the dance. I really adore you in turf battles. I love the way, you draw your hearts with your Inkbrush. I'll see you, next week. OXOXO from your secret admirer." After he read the letter, he blushed. Someone admired him.

"Ohhhhh~ Looks like someone has a crush on yoooouuu~" They nudged on Nova. "Well, it's your chance to go to the dance. At least, it's from Grandma Cheryl."

Nova had flashbacks when his grandmother, Cheryl was his secret admirer. He was VERY embarrassed, in front of his sister and cousin. Including his childhood friend, Camille. "That was like 6 years ago.. I thought, it was Camille who sent that letter.." He sighed. "Well.. I guess, I'll go.. My first guess was Camille, buuut I doubt it. I've been friendzoned, pretty hard. I believe she's with some guy named, Tele.. Telemachus?" He's seen him, a couple of times at the Square. "Anyway, my chances of asking Camille out was out of the question." He shrugged. There's plenty of fish in the sea.

"If it's not Camille or Grandma, then who sent the letter?" Leif puzzled.

"I really don't know yet, Leif. That's for me to find out, when I arrive. But for now, me and my team are going to practice for Ranked, this weekend." Nova puts away the letter in the envelope and hid it in his bag for safe keeping.

"Well, good luck on that! I got a club to attend to at the greenhouse! These plants can't water themselves." And with that, they waved goodbye to Nova and left him.

Meanwhile, Hachi was watching from the background. Along side her was Nova's twin sister, Luna. "You think, it's a good idea to send that letter..?" Hachi whispered to Luna. She was blushing, slightly while she kept twiddling her fingers.

Luna nodded. "You're the one who asked for advice about asking my brother out to the dance. He'll be finding out, soon enough." She placed a hand on Hachi's shoulder with a smile. Luna remembered when Hachi visted her in the middle of band practice for the dance.

"Well.. I don't want Nova to be lonely on Valentine's Day, y'know?" She looked at Nova. She's never felt like this, before. At first, Hachi mostly teases Nova and always beat him in any game. Including Turf Wars, she claims to be fresher than her. When Nova participated at the Olympics with Camille, she was rooting for Nova on TV. Just a little bit. Even her mother, Hunni was surprised about it. Once Nova returned home with a slight bruise on the back of his neck, she felt cornered for Nova.

"Make sure you keep this a secret from Nova. It wouldn't that surprising, if you told him right away." Luna flipped her wavey tentacle hair, as she parted way with Hachi. She turned to look at Hachi, one last time. "If you need any help on keeping it a secret from Nova, text me. We've got 4 days until the dance." She said, before catching up to her twin brother.

Hachi stood there, thinking about the letter, she wrote. It's only a matter of time to keep Nova guessing, who sent the letter. She checked the time on her phone. Her daily track practice routine starts in 30 minutes. "I better get going, before the coach will have me do 20 laps on the track." She sighed.

One day later..

The Galaxa Gems: Nova, Hachi, Mel, and Aki were planning strategies at an outdoor table in Inkopolis Square. Nova has formed his own squad, 2 weeks ago, making him captain and Hachi as co-captain. The inktoling, Aki Takoshi joined his squad after serving him some spicy curry to satisify Nova's hunger. The inkling with the yellow tinted shades is Mel Larimar. Mel and Hachi have been good friends, since Hunni and the former Kriller Bees's get-together party. Mel's also part-vampire squid, due to his mother's genes. He sometimes, drinks blood to keep him from going berserk.

While they were discussing strats for Turf Wars and Ranked Battles, they all heard a jingle from the Inkopolis News channel. Neo Squid Sisters, Camille and Nebula were on air and ready to reveal today's stages.

"Hold onto your tentacles!" Camille was the first to read the teleprompter. Nova used to have a crush on her, ever since childhood. But he's been friendzoned, very harshly. Reminds him of his dad, Fynn crushing on Marie when he was 18.

"It's Inkopolis News Time." Nebula finished the introduction. Always the sassy attitude, just like her mother. The rest of inklings kept silent as they all watched the news.

They revealed the next rotation of stages. Not to mention the hilarious comments about the two stages. And before they were about to end today's news, a grin appeared on Camille's face. They must be up to something.

"Valentine's Day is right around the corner. Right, Nebby~?" She looked over to her cousin. That was when Hachi gulped. She doesn't want Nova to find out.

Nebula nodded. "Mmmmhm! It's the time of year for squids to give gifts for a special someone. Or go out on a nice and romantic dinner." She added. "Unless, you're a dateless sap who stays at home and eat ice cream.." Nebula has witnessed it, herself before. Just watching a sad romance movie and eat cookie dough ice cream.

"Okay, that's all for now! And I hope everyone, have a Happy Valentine's Day. Annnndd.." Camille and Nebula did the traditional Squid Sisters pose, passed down by Callie and Marie.

"Staaay Freeeeesh~" The Neo Squid Sisters ended the news with a slogan. And finally, the main screen switched to the turf war brand commercials.

Hachi looked at Nova. She blushed, slightly as Nova was focusing back on the plan. He seems to be zoning out about the letter from his secret admirer.

"Sooooo, any of you are going to the dance?" Aki asked the rest of the squad. "I heard, it's gonna be awesome!" She squee'd happily.

"Actually, I received a letter after I ran an errand. It's from a secret admirer." Nova pulled out the letter. "It smells kinda sweet." He added.

Hachi giggled, nervously. "T-That's great..! I-I wonder, who wrote that letter..?" She looked over the letter.

"I really don't know, Hachi.. But I must meet the admirer at the dance!" He sounded eager to meet this mysterious squid.

Aki's eyes began to sparkle. This is the same expression as his cousin, Leif. She has interest in romance manga and anime. On most days after working at her dad's restaurant, she writes romantic fanfics. "Ooooo~ Whoever this person is, she must be lucky to ask him out~" Aki giggled.

Hachi stayed silent, while Nova and Aki were chatting about the Valentine dance. Her face was a light shade of green. She couldn't tell him, that it was her. Before she could try to text Luna about the situation, Mel tapped her on the shoulder.

"Is something the matter? You're pretty much blushing." Mel pointed that out, the moment Hachi was in the train with him.

"W-What do you mean? I-I'm fine..!" She would lie to him, but Mel is a trustworthy friend. She leaned in, not letting Nova or Aki hear their own conversation.

"Hachi.. You can tell me.. If there's something troubling you, please tell your friends." Mel whispered.

Hachi sighed and whispered into Mel's ear. "It was me.." She admitted. "It was me who sent the letter... I have a crush on our leader.. Ever since after Nova came home after the Olympics.. I've rooted him on.." She was twiddling her fingers. Her blush increased when she told him the truth.

"No wonder, you were shouting at the TV screen.." He rubbed his chin with a finger and thumb.

Hachi stared, directly into Mel's eyes. Well.. into Mel's tinted shades. "Please.. Don't tell Nova.. I wanna make this a surprise for him." She pleaded.

Mel thought about it for a while. Breaking a friend's promise is the last thing, he could ever do. He turned his gaze on Nova and Aki. Nova was now, talking about his sister's performance on stage for Tuesday night.

Mel paid attention to Hachi and smiled, a bit. "Don't worry. I won't tell."

Hachi could squeal out of pure joy, but a simple hug would do. "Thank you, Mel..! I owe you one..!" She grinned, happily. The hug went on for a few seconds, until she lets go. Her gaze was fixated on Nova and Aki. "Hey, guys! Are we gonna chat all day? Or are we gonna go play?" She asked, tapping her feet in an impatient way.

That brought her attention and Nova smiled at her. "Oh, right! We've been sitting here for at least 30 mintues." Nova got up from his seat. "Alright, team! Let's rock n' roll!!" He pumps his fist into the air, triumphantly.

The rest of the Galaxa Gems cheered, as well. Today's stages were pretty decent in Ranked Battles. First they need to warm up in Private, and then head into a lobby.

After the Galaxa Gems played 3 or 4 matches in Ranked, Nova left the square because his mom asked his son to pick a nice suit for the dance. He waved, goodbye to his team and got on the bus. Once he arrived at home, he used the key to unlock the door.

He was soon greeted by his mom, Eimie Marchant Sparks. "Welcome home, champ! Did you enjoy your matches, today?" Eimie said. She was preparing dinner before Fynn comes home from work.

"Hey, Mama! I sure did! It was a rocky start, but we pulled it off!" He scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "Soooo.. You called me about picking out a suit for me?" He asked.

Eimie nodded. "Yeah! Your father has some nice suits, when he was your age. I'm sure, it'll fit. Come with me." Eimie escorted her son to Fynn's closet in the bedroom. She picked out, a decent suit for Nova. It was a white suit with a pink necktime on it.

"He wore this at the prom, before I met him. I thought, that you would look great in a white suit." She handed the suit over to Nova. "Give it a try!"

"Kay, gimmie a sec." He took the suit and walked into the master bathroom. After 5 minutes of putting on the suit, he was done. "Uh, how do I look?" He said, stepping out the bathroom. It was indeed, a perfect fit.

Eimie gasped and squealed in joy. "You look handsome!!" It brings a tear to her eye. She's proud of her Nova, that he's going to the Valentine dance with a secret admirer. "I'm sure, your special lady would be head over heels, in love!"

Nova blushed, slightly at the comment. "Geez, Mama!" He said, chuckling.

Meanwhile at Hachi's apartment, Hachi was backing some cookies for Nova. With the help of her parents: Hunni and Mako, she's getting the hang of baking sweets.

"They should be done, by now.." Hachi looked at the cooking timer. Only 3 minute left until the cookies are fully baked to perfection. Suddenly, Hunni walked in the kitchen. Her mom can smell the sweet scent of sugary goodness, coming from the oven.

"Wow, those smell really good!" Hunni has a weakspot when it comes to baked goods. Her husband cooks on most occasions and her daughter was happy to help out. "So, tell me somethin'. Are you baking them for yourself or for that Nova kid?" She smirked.

Hachi stared at her mom, blushing. "Th-they're for Nova.. I'm going to give him some cookies, when he finds out." She sighed, deeply. "Mom? What's it like, when someone confesses to you? I mean, how did you meet Daddy?" She kept, twiddling her fingers.

Hunni raised her eyebrows. This was the first time, her daughter asked about asking someone out or dating. Nevertheless, she's happy to oblige. " Your father and I, bumped into each in Inkopolis Plaza. As usual, I was pretty angry at him for calling me short. We played a match in Splat Zones, until he apologized. After that, we've been battling alot in Turf Wars. That was until that moment in Flounder Heights." As soon as she said that, she was blushed. "We kissed under the grate and we started dating~!" She even embarrassed, herself. "You should've seen the look on your dad's face! He's so cute, when he's flustered!" She giggled some more, until she kept a smile on her face.

"Hachi, sweetie. There's nothing to be worried about. You go out there and have a good time with Nova. And someday, you'll have a family of your own." She gave Hachi, a big bear hug until she went back in the room.

"Thanks, Mom. Guess, there's no need to worry.." She smiled, slightly. Maybe, she'll be able to have the courage to kiss Nova.

DING~♪

Hachi heard the cooking timer, going off. It was already 3 minutes until the cookies are golden brown and more edible. "Oh! The cookies are done!" She said, before turning off the oven's heat.

End of Part 1

#gen 2 squids #fanfic #nova #hachi #valentine's day

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A double post today in order to catch up, a very short story tomorrow to finish.

This is another journal entry about an assortment of things occupying space in my head.

Type: Journal Entry

Author: Fynn

Title: Imagination

 I’ve been told, mostly by myself, that I have an overactive imagination. I dream of things that aren’t there while my eyes are still open. As most people do. I have a theory, not a scientific one, about a secret organization that is completely hidden to just me. I imagine, quite often while I walk, that everyone on earth and beyond is all part of an audience and I’m the rather disappointing show. There’s a term for that in psych. I think it’s unseen audience actually, and most people feel it in middle school. I suppose we all have to get stuck somewhere so why not as a perpetual mental 7th grader.  I imagine when I walk alone that there are multitudes of people watching me. Some hope I succeed, some hope I fail, others just want to see what I’ll do. Like a real life version of the Truman Show, but almost on a universal scale. I wish that I could not imagine. That I could turn it off. I think we all feel that when stressed. Sometimes when I do things, it's to appease the audience, I do it cause it might be entertaining. Sometimes I do things just to spite them, but more often than not they do add to my decisions. I’m not crazy though, not yet anyway, I know that they aren’t there and that I am still alone. Sometimes it’s easier to think that everyone is watching then it is to know that no one is. Although I suppose when I write there is at least someone there reading. We all have a thing that we do when life begins to press us. For some, it’s a ritual, like going drinking or praying or just smashing your meat. I think for me it’s always been about food. I was born American with the most Irish look you could ever hope for. Red hair, freckles, and a temper, but if you were to guess my look by what I love to eat the most I would be the reddest Italian this side of Boston. When life pushes, I eat pasta and bread. God, I eat a lot of bread. I’ve always been skinny blessed with my mother's metabolism, but if not for said metabolism. I would be 300 pounds, and 150 of that would-be bread. It’s fleeting though, the comfort you can gain from food. It the moment you feel safe and good, but eventually, you’ll be full and you won’t be able to eat any more bread, then you’ll have to deal with whatever pushed you to eat bread in the first place. I wished I was a drinker, when they can’t drink anymore they get to sleep. I’m forced to deal with my problems both sober and with a stomach ache. Alas, alcohol tastes gross and I am left to consume the world’s bread. Another thing I wish I could do was wear hats. It seems like it would be helpful when I think my hair looks dumb or it’s raining or I need to hide my identity as Captain America. It makes my head hurt though, the slightest pressure over the time of like fifteen minutes gives me a headache. It’s really odd because, for someone so small, I can take a lot and not slow down. Not hats though, they cross a line somehow. I mean it could be worse, of all the articles of clothing to not be able to wear a hat isn’t so bad. What if pants made my legs erupt in pain or shoes made my toes bleed, honestly I could have it way worse, but it’s fun to complain so I will, to an extent. It’s also fun to imagine. To see the world, if only for a moment, as you want it to be. No more wars, no more anger, and that cloud really does look like a shortbread cookie. I wish I could better control my daydreams, that lock away my focus when I need it most, but I would never give away my imagination. Even if the extra space might let me wear hats.

#journal #creative writing #funny? #off topic #fynnbailey

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Passages of Time- the Southern Youth

Author: Fynn

Type: Short Story

This one is longer than my usual short stories, but I just couldn’t stop adding things. I like this story alot.

October 27th, 2012

I remember sitting there. The grass was cool between my fingers. The sky was clear and bright. I was squinting cause the sun was in my eyes. At the time, I choose to focus on these and several other observations over the calamity that was being presented to me in my backyard. The facts were in though, not matter how much I avoided hearing them. My mother was dead. My brother was too. My father, the strong silent type, was in front of me crying, telling me all this expecting me to jump into his arms. Wanting me to. All I could do was stroke my hand back and forth feeling the morning dew and the dirt fighting to cover my hands. The memorial was a couple day ago.

December 16th, 2012

When you get older it gets easier. Not really to forget, but to just not remember. To avoid thinking about it really. I miss them of course, but I’ve got a life to live and I can’t get held down by the past. My Father says this to me all the time. That we can’t forget but we must avoid carrying it with us everywhere. He’s a different man without her, at least I think so. I was too young to get a real read on who he was with her, but something now seems like it's missing. Like a windup toy without its crank, or a more on the nose, a man without his heart.

December 17th,2012

I can tell that he’s a good man, my father. He’s a reporter at a newspaper in the city. He commutes an hour and twenty minutes every day just so I can go to the best school. He tells me I should write more, “it builds the mind” he says. So, I’m keeping this journal for him. It’s ok, I don’t mind it at all.

January 21st, 2013

What does it mean to believe in something? It is just holding in your mind the idea that something that probably isn’t true is, or does it equate to more. I’m not sure if I believe in god. My dad doesn’t, but my mom did. She always pushed to church while dad stayed home. Dad will take me now if I ask him, but he still looks uncomfortable there. The idea of god seems cool but really unlikely. I guess you just accept that and trust in it anyway though.

February 15th, 2013

Today I talked to my philosophy teacher and asked why we had to ignore the idea of god while in his room. He talked to me about the idea that if god does exist it stops the discussion on many of modern philosophies questions. I don’t know about that; wouldn’t it just be a different view or idea in the discussion not a denial of others thoughts. My dad told me I could think whatever I want, as long as I don’t push other ideas away.

March 22, 2013

I started going to church recently. The pastor tells me that the word of god is the only real truth and that he is my true father. Can god not be my mother and what of my real father. Well, he drops me off and picks me up, but he doesn’t like sticking around the church to long.  I enjoy my time at church, I’m making some really nice friends.

June 17th, 2013

I’m doing all kinds of volunteer work through the church this summer. It feels good to give back to the community. My friends and I disagree on some things but we still get along. They are all conservative, I guess that’s par for the course in Tennessee. I try to just avoid politics though. There was one weird moment the other day though. They called women who get abortions monsters. It made me kind of uncomfortable, but I didn’t push the issue. Everyone has their own opinion I guess.

September 13th, 2013

I made a new friend in my English class today. He’s a really cool guy named Alex, his dad died when he was young and people seem to avoid him kind of like me. They act like we’re made of glass, ready to break down at any time. I mean they’re nice, but it’s a fake type of nice founded in more pity than care. It can tend to get real annoying real quick, but Alex was nice for real. That was a cool thing to find.

October 24th, 2013

My dad is getting a new car and since my sixteenth birthday is coming up, I get his old one. I am so ready to finally get a bit of freedom. Already me and my church friends have planned weekend trips and campouts. Also now I can get a job delivering pizzas with Alex. All around, life is pretty good. Mom and Joseph’s memorial is this weekend though, so it’ll be good to spend some time with Dad. He’s been super busy at work recently.

December 12th, 2013

This last weekend was really cool; I went camping with a couple friends from my church. It was a good time, we played games and had a snowball fight. It was me, Greg, Jim, Hannah, and Julie. Greg told me that Hannah likes me. I’m not sure how I feel about it, she’s nice and all but I don’t know. I just don’t feel that way about her.

January 19th, 2014

I had a fight with my dad last night. We were watching TV and a show came on with a gay couple. That’s just wrong so I said so, and my dad got all mad at me for sharing my opinion. He didn’t scream or anything. He just told me I was wrong and that whoever said that was lying. I told him no one had to tell me that, I just knew it. The lord says so anyway so my dad has to be wrong. When I went to work and told Alex about it, he just smiled and said “yeah, parents can be a real drag.” But now it seems weird between us. I don’t know what I should do. Side with what I’ve been told is right by the church or what is right by my parent. Why do I even still write in this?

February 4th, 2014

I started dating Hannah. She is really nice; we don’t really do anything. We’re supposed to wait for marriage and we are. To be honest, that’s fine by me, I’m not really interested in sex. Also, That’s not why we’re dating, we’re dating because she’s really cool and nice and I like hanging out with her. My father always says to treat women with the utmost respect, and I do. It’s one his only lessons that makes sense to me anymore. So much of the crap he spouts is just liberal b.s. that directly goes against the word of god. I don’t get how he thinks he knows better than god.

February 26th, 2014

I haven’t seen Alex in a while. He quit his job delivering with me, and he barely ever comes to school. There’s been this rumor going around that he’s a fag, but I don’t believe it. Nor friend of mine would do something so against what’s right. I tried telling my church friends this for a while, but after a bit, I just gave up. It’s easier to go along I guess, it’s not like Alex talks to me that much anyway. I do hope he’s doing ok though.

March 14th, 2014

Hannah and I started kissing each other recently, and It just doesn’t seem to fit. I think it’s because I just don’t like her enough. I’m thinking about breaking up, but Greg told me couples in the church don’t really do that. Once you’re in it, you’re in it. I think people will understand though because my church friends are the most caring, kind people I know. If it’s not working out, then it just has to stop. That’s fair. I don’t use this journal often, but I will give it to my dad. It does help keep me grounded.

April 3rd, 2014

Well, I broke up with Hannah. It could be said, that she didn’t take it well. She screamed at me and told me that I was ruining everything. Her brother then came to the door to see what was up, and he started yelling at me. They think it’s cause I’m not from here and I think I’m better than them. I tried my best to explain, but her brother told me to “get the fuck out before I fucking kill you.” So, I left. My other Church friends stopped eating lunch with me. I guess they weren’t so caring after all.

April 9th, 2014

Yesterday I ate lunch with Alex for the first time in a while. He seemed to be doing better, we talked about his new therapist and how awesome she is. He showed me his scars and it was a nice moment, because I could feel that he still trusted me, even after I left him behind. I feel like a real asshole. When I apologized, he told me that it was ok, because I’m here now. I’ve made the decision that no matter what I’ll be there for him from now own.

April 24th, 2014

I’ve stopped going to church. The pastor seemed like the only person who didn’t hate me anymore. Pastor Johnson is a cool dude. When I told him about my problem with my fellow churchgoers he felt my pain. He also isn’t from around here, and it took him years for people to treat him as an equal. He said “here in the south, it’s all about history. They’re nice to you at first, but if you step out of line and you don’t have any history to fall back on, well then it’s not going to be a good time.” I explained that I wasn’t going to keep coming, and he apologized for his congregation’s actions and hoped that someday I might return. When I told my dad, he said that he was sorry that I lost something that mattered to me. That surprised me, I really expected the I told you so lecture, but all he did was say sorry then ask me where I wanted to go for dinner. My dad is a good guy.

April 30th, 2014

Alex introduced me to some of his friends from outside of school. They call themselves punks. They listen to this really angry music all about standing up to “The Man”. It’s an interesting reprieve from the usual country that’s blasted everywhere, but what’s to be expected so close to Nashville. They told me about these cool clubs they go to on the weekend. Alex goes with them sometimes but tells me they’re not all they’re cracked up to be.

May 15th, 2014

I smoked weed for the first time. To be completely honest, I hated it. My lungs are just not made to smoke, which a-ok with me. After I stopped coughing and they stopped laughing we all agreed that I should stay the sober friend. After a little bit, I felt pretty weird, and Alex took me to get some food. Alex and I have been hanging out all the time recently. Alex is easily my best friend. I tried talking to Hannah in the hallway a couple days ago and she didn’t say anything to me. All my old church friends just ignore me now. It does hurt, but my new friends certainly fill the void.

June 26, 2014

I think I realized why Hannah and I never felt quite right. Last Tuesday Alex got drunk and It was just him and me hanging out and while I was helping him get to bed. He reached over and kissed me. He told me that he had loved me for years, and Just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Then he passed out. At first, I was really freaked out, but after going home and talking to my dad he told me that I might be gay. I guess it makes sense, but it’s just so strange that a year ago I hated gay people cause of my friends, and my new friends helped me figure out that I was what I feared all along. For the first time in a long time, I feel wholly happy.

August 14th, 2014

Alex met my dad for the first time last night. They got along really well. They are both fans of the Titans so they got to chat about that for what seemed like hours. We all went out to my favorite Italian restaurant, and generally, It was just a good night. I am happy, but I’m also nervous. I’m scared how people at school are going to react to Alex and I. My dad says hope for the best, and prepare for the worst. I’m not sure I am prepared for the worst.

October 24th, 2014

Things aren’t going so well at school. Last week somebody punched me in the stomach while I was walking to class. I didn’t see their face, but I did see their shoes. I think it was Greg. Alex tells me that I should try seeing his therapist if it becomes too much to handle, I might have to listen to him. I just don’t want to cost my dad all the money it costs to pay for it. Maybe my job will cover it. I am still working as a delivery boy, but Alex says he could get me a waiter job at the restaurant he works at if I wanted. I think I’ll stick to delivery, at least for now. Anyway, this weekend is the memorial again, and dad and I are getting prepared.

November 10th, 2014

It’s been a hell of a year. Sixteen was a weird age for me, both one of my best and one of my worst times. In a couple weeks, I’ll be seventeen and I can only hope things become easier to understand, but I severely doubt they will. Alex has been talking about dropping out of school, which I tell him is stupid because we’re over halfway through and he should just finish. College is supposed to be better.

November 28th, 2014

So, I started going to therapy with the women that Alex told me about. I don’t know if it’s a cry for help or what, but when I told the women about Alex she said she hadn’t seen him in months. After our session, which went well she’s nice, I went to Alex’s house and asked him about it. He says he’s fine now, and he doesn’t need her anymore. I said that was ok, but I’m still worried about him. My dad says that he needs to forge his own path and that I shouldn’t worry too much as long as he’s being safe.

December 21st, 2014

Alex and I got into a huge fight about him going to school. He hasn’t gone in the last two weeks, and at this point, no amount of doctor’s notes are going to help. The principal sent a note home saying if he didn’t start coming then he’d have to redo the grade. Alex said school was bullshit anyway fuck him. I got mad and I called him a fucking idiot. When I asked where he thought he’d be in ten years without a fucking diploma he just said hopefully in the fucking ground then left. I really want him to start going to therapy again. He seemed better when he was going regularly. It just sucks watching someone you love throw everything away.

February 17th, 2015

After a couple of weeks of fucking non-stop fights, I finally told Alex that if was going to treat me this way he was going to lose me and he said “fucking fine”. So, I guess at least that bullshit is out of my life now. I get it he’s having a hard time, but if not going to work with me on anything and he’s just going to shove me away at every fucking corner then fine he can fix it himself. As far as I can tell he also told all out punk friends to go fuck themselves as well.

February 21st, 2015

It’s been a couple days and I feel awful. Alex won’t take any of my calls, and he’s never around anywhere I am. I’m worried about him. It seems like he has nobody left. I didn’t want this to happen, I just got so angry and he was being such a dick. This journal helps me deal with my emotions, maybe I’ll ask Alex to start one once he finally forgives me. I miss him so much.

March 25th, 2015

Alex completely dropped out of school. After his eighteenth birthday last week he moved to Nashville and got a job waiting tables. He didn’t say goodbye. I asked my punk friend John if he’d said anything to him. Apparently, he just asked for the name of a good dope dealer in Nashville then left. All I got left is hope for him. I’m going to go visit him soon, whether he wants me to or not.

April 16th, 2015

I went in to see Alex today. My dad offered to drive me and see me through this, but I knew I had to do this alone. When I got there and knocked on the door Alex was happy to see me. We went and got some food, and for a couple hours, it was just like old times. But when we got back to his apartment and he invited me in, I saw the needles. He didn’t even try to hide them. I asked him how long, and he told me that pretty much right after we broke up he started. When I asked if he was going to stop he just laughed and said no. He told me that this was his way of dying, for once he was going to be happy then that was it. He said there was no way to change his mind about it. So, when I got home I called the police and I told them where he lived. I know he’ll never forgive me, but I would never forgive myself if I didn’t

May 17th, 2015

I went and visited Alex at Rehab today. All he said was that he understood, but he would never let this go. That he and I were done and I should get the fuck out now. I said I’m sorry and I love him and left. Summer doesn’t seem as fun as it was when I was a kid. My dad tells me all the time that I did the right thing, and I know I did. But it still hurts.

July 19th, 2015

Alex got out of his three-month program today, and he’s back in town. He won’t hang with my friends if I’m there so I’m hanging out at home. Least I can do for him. They told me that he’s planning on heading west. Going to go live in the mountains, find himself and the true god. At least he’s leaving clean. I miss him more every day, but I’m happy he’s doing better without me.

September 19th, 2015

I’m back in school for my senior year, and everything is different without Alex. On the upside my grades are still doing well and looks like I can get into Emerson. My dad will be sad that I’m so far away, be he’s happy that I can follow my dreams. I want to be a playwright, and tell stories that can bring a little joy to people’s lives. This journal, even though it’s still empty, changed my life.

October 25th, 2015

God is cruel. Today is the day my mother, and baby brother died in a tragic car accident. It is also the day I received the news that Alex is dead. Turns out he wasn’t clean after all. They found him in a motel room in Colorado Springs. This is unequivocally my fault. I am the worthless asshole who pushed him away and let him go. Why must life punish those around me? Everyone I love stripped away one by one. That’s enough. I’ve got to go say hello to mom and Joey.

May 23rd, 2016

Today I graduate high school. Holding this journal still makes me feel sick. In a couple weeks, my dad and I are moving to MA. He decided to retire and go write the novel he’s dreamed of on the Atlantic coast. I think he just doesn’t want to be too far away in case I break again. I guess I haven’t told you journal, it’s been a hard few months. Sometimes things just aren’t fair, but you have to keep going. They say College is better. I’m just going to leave this journal here on the kitchen table, and I’m never going to touch it again. Goodbye Alex.

December 25th, 2028

Today is my child’s 3rd Christmas. My husband Mark and I decided to have Christmas at my dad’s house this year. He gave me this journal wrapped. He said that it was for when I was healed. My son’s name is Alex, and he doesn’t know why daddy is crying reading through his past.

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