A Little Writing Practice I Did Recently.
A little writing practice I did recently.
There it was, the ancient item. It was almost unbelievable. I had heard rumors about it, I thought it would be a weapon of power or perhaps a garb giving you strength. But never did I expect to see a simple apple fritter. Casting magic on food was nigh impossible. If even a crumb were to fall off it could break the entire magic structure. At first my mind went to it being a hoax. The entire heist was now a waste of time and we would have risked prison and even death for a joke, but soon my imagination got the best of me, what if the rumors were right. Yes they were of the most ridiculous nature, but why would the artifact be a lie. I mean it’s not like the government would have to lie about having great magical protection. Maybe just maybe the gods did bless this item.
“Barry, did you find it? We need some help here.” The voices of my companions made me realize something quite clearly. If they would get their hands on this there is no way they would share. They were thieves and criminals and a simple street rogue like myself would be no help in the future of their clan. “Barrington, I swear to the gods hurry up.” in a move of desperation and fear, I swallowed it in one quick bite. It wasn’t very big, perfectly mouth sized. I immediately felt a burst of emotions. It was delicious, but I felt no magical effect. How stupid of me it was just a lie of course. I mean if the government had some secret weapon that one new of, why would they tell. It was just for intimidation. A big lie. I opened my eyes in disappointment and….
Darkness then me, then my birth and my death, soon the death of everyone I knew then space, then magic, then wars. Every possible future, all of the conceivable past, and all the most tragic and beautiful of presents. My eyes saw everything, everywhere, and everywhen in a fraction of a fraction of a nano-second. Then darkness, nothing, it was a nothing that would horrify the universe herself. From the darkness came a light. First it was smaller than a gnat but brighter than all the stars combined. Soon it grew, getting brighter with every inch. As it developed, I could feel my mind shatter and my thoughts stopped…. “Barry is that the person who was going to steal the item while you distracted us.” asked the knight gruff and cold. “Yeah, I suppose.” I said not meeting his gaze. “Let’s see if he’s still in the tower.” he said in a small snicker. I can’t believe he would betray us. Suppose that’s what you get for trusting a street urchin. We entered the tower. All that was in it was a pedestal, holding a small berry pie. There was no sign of him anywhere. “Poor lad.” said the knight softly before taking us to our cells.
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How dare he. After all I’ve done for this vessel. He calls me a madman and dares to shoot at me in the same breath. I should kill him. I should strangle him on the spot. I can only wish I had nerves in these mechanical arms, so I could feel the warmth leave his neck… No, no. I must calm down. My absolution has no room for such emotions. If I kill him I have no idea what could happen. It could be killing us all for all I know. Even if we didn’t die on the spot, soul would never forgive me. Harmonia would never be impossible. If only heart had such foresight. Doesn’t matter. He missed completely. Not even close. Perhaps that fit of rage where I dislocated his eyes, wasn’t all bad. Luckily, I’ve had the perfect plan to quell this entropy, dissonance, and violence. Utter, holy, and just. Perfect apathy. My plan just needed a place to put heart and it looks like he dug a perfect little prison. A hole made for me. The irony is delicious. After that murder attempt, soul isn’t very happy with heart. It’s the perfect situation for me to make my move. I already see the throne and how wonderfully built for me it is. I hope he rots in that hole. I hope he feels the hate we all feel for him. He has kept us from perfection. A soul so complete and absolute. It only makes sense for a being made to make perfect, logical decisions to rule. I will stop this stalling, that demon has caused. He thinks of me as Hyde? Fine, I’ll give him hell. I’ll take control away and become the one in power. He has taken everything from me. My voice, my hands, the kingdom which is rightfully mine, and he still feels that is not enough and tries to take my life. I won’t take his voice, I know it’ll hurt him much more to know that no one is listening to his ridiculous songs. I’ll make him wish he was dead. I’ll make him wish he had turned that gun on himself. I’ll make him wish for the same apathy afforded to me and soul.
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The small droplets of water ran down my cheek. From the water radiated comfort. Not a release of dismay but of elation. My watered eyes, for the first time in what feels longer than my memory can withstand, wept tears of joy and not repression, or pain or stress or anything like that. In the mirror I do not see a hurt sad boy, but a strong brave woman. Despite all the hate she got. Despite all the friends and family she sadly left behind. Despite the countless doctor appointments that felt like they went nowhere. Despite the anxiety of going out dressed in a way that felt real and right. Despite the nonsense politics. Despite her own lack of faith she would or even could survive. Despite everything she stood happy and proud. Through all the change I could still see the person I once was, the once sad boy. From the boy I saw not fear but relief. Despite what my parents had told me, I had not killed the boy. The boy was never real. The boy was nothing more than a mask and after all this time there stood the person who was always underneath. The girl smiled. I smiled. Happy pride month.
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Guys guys guys (gender neutral!) please send me your chonny jash headcanons and thoughts. I don’t know how to ask this properly but uh. Headcanons and thoughts. On the Australian man’s characters and music. In ask box. Please :3
Update, he made a blog. He's fallen in too deep now. No going back @darrelnumber1fanboy
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Shut up, You’re Stupid
Just be my friggin’ man
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she/her :) I acknowledge my flaws, which in a way shows my perfection. Pfp by @saturn-rays
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