“Today is going to be a good day. There’s no clouds in the sky, the birds are chirping, I smell something delicious cooking and it’s a saturday! How great can this day get?” Patrick says while being restrained in his own room by doctors. The doctors sedate him.
2 hours later
Patrick wakes up.
“Wow! That was such a good nap. My new room is full of pillows! I’m surrounded by pillow heaven! I’m still kind of hungry though is anybody around here to give me food?” Patrick looked around and no one was around. All he saw was padded walls and a video camera at the top of the room.
“Well, that’s a-okay. I can just drink my saliva while I wait. Yummy saliva!”
3 hours later
A muffled but loud explosion was heard. Patrick woke up from his sleep.
“Oh is it morning time again? Another great day!” The side of the room opened with a blast and Patrick was sent across the room from the wind. Patrick looked up for he could not stand up and saw a man with a bazooka. They looked at each other.
“Are you the fire guy?” said the man with the bazooka.
“What, no! That’s so silly! Haha. I’m not Guy Fieri as you can see. I’m an african-american male and also my hair isn’t as spiky as Guy. Hahahaha!”
“Shut the fuck up. I know it’s you. You’re the one that accidently burned down your house with your fire powers and killed your family. Tragic, really. But you’re not safe here. Get up because we have a place for people like you.”
“I didn’t kill my family! Silly! Idiot! Dickhead! Hahaha! I didn’t! My mom just cooked something in the kitchen but you know she’s getting old so she made an oopsie-daisy. A fucky- wucky! I didn’t!” Patrick started crying.
“Calm down, kid. We’ll give you a new home. Get up.”
“But…my… hands are tied…”
“Concentrate on your fire powers. Imagine a small flame covering your body that slowly increases in strength.”
Patrick did so. He closed his eyes and imagined a small flame. Not like his ex from 3 years ago though. A real flame and he imagined he touched it but it didn’t hurt him. Because the flame loved him back. He opened his eyes and his restraints were burning away. He stood up but he hesitated.
“Kid, don’t worry. I promise you today is going to be a good day.”
I wrote a story with the prompt “Outside the window” Hope you enjoy
“Mom, I think I feel sick today.” said Limmy with a frown. His mother put a hand on his forehead and it felt cold.
“Honey, don’t lie to me.” said the Mother with her hands on her hips
“But I’m not lying I feel really sick today.” He let out a weak cough. “Please let me stay home.”
“Hmm, alright. But you better be ready to tell me what’s actually wrong with you that you want to miss school so much. I’ll make you some porridge.” His mother kisses his head and feeling it to be as cold as ever. She put her brows together but said nothing and walked out the door.
“Thank you, mom.” Limmy said as his mom went out of the room.
In the kitchen, Limmy’s mother started taking the pot out of the sink to clean. While doing so, she felt a cold shiver and a faint whisper.
“Help me, mom.”
“Limmy?” she called out, thinking Limmy walked into the kitchen. The voice felt so close yet far. She looked around the kitchen and saw nothing so she continued back to cleaning the pot. She felt a shiver again.
“Why is it so cold today?” she says quietly to herself.
“Maybe because you let the window open.” said a gruff voice from behind her. She turned around fast with eyes wide. It was Santa Claus. Santa Claus holding a gun.
“Ho ho ho, here’s your early christmas present.” then Santa Claus shot Limmy’s mom. Limmy ran downstairs quickly. He saw Santa Claus. They both locked eyes.
“Santa Claus? Did you have to make a bloody mess in the kitchen?”
“Jack Frost, get the heck in the bag and stop pretending to be a child to perv on milfs. You thirsty ho. Let’s go.” So Santa Claus put Limmy or rather Jack Frost in the bag and pulled out actual Limmy outside of the bag. Poor kid was crying.
“Where’s mommy?” he asked and looked around. He stopped crying when he saw his mother on the floor with a pool of red under her. He was about to scream when Santa Claus put a hand over his mouth.
“It’s just candy cane melting from my candy cane bullet. She’ll wake up in a minute. Kid, uh, stay in school.” Santa Claus said removing his hand and walking up to the fireplace.
The real Limmy was alone now and stepped near his mom. She was starting to wake up. Limmy shouted for joy and tried to help her up.
“Are you okay, mommy?”
“Limmy… I just had a strange dream… about Santa Clause?”
“Yeah, Santa Clause is outside the window right now.” Limmy said nonchalantly and gazing at the near window. His mother saw and collapsed again on the floor caramelizing her head with more candy cane drizzle.
This was a post that was long time coming that I initially decided to draft for LGBT month but for fear of backlash or no acknowledgement of aroaces in LGBT I decided to not write it. Mainly, because while the ace and aro community is fighting to be included in LGBT. I think that no matter how many people tell me I’m LGBT I don’t feel welcome despite of that. Not just in the LGBT community but as a society. So far, I just don’t care if I’m included or not. Nevertheless, I don’t know why I’m weirdly mad about this but it’s something that’s been on my mind lately and I’ve tried to not say anything, but I need to say a few points before I recommend AroAce Rep Recs.
1) The acespec community (not as a whole) isolating aromantics.
2)Ace =/= AroAce
3)Representation in media
4) Romance Focused Society
As a personal experience, I started questioning my asexuality like 2 or 3 years ago because it was a term that seemed suited for me like all the way back in high school when I was just not interested in guys, marriage, kids, etc. I thought maybe it was just a phase back then, but I genuinely didn’t find guys (or girls) sexually attractive. They were pretty, sure, but that’s it. So, with that out of the way, I thought maybe I can find a guy that is not interested in sex and would like to live with someone who can live with a person who wants little to no sex??? So, I searched, and my results were fruitless. Almost all guys I’ve dated were heavy on the sex topic despite saying they weren’t “interested”. Gradually, I felt something else. Or lack of something else… Romance is boring as hell. I felt nothing. I desperately searched for someone because society said YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO and eventually get married, but I stopped and thought “Why?” Companionship can be replaced with many other things like a pet, hobbies, friends, etc. And maybe it’s my introversion but I certainly have fun by myself and I’m happy by myself. I literally saw the world differently. I saw how my mom was miserable in a loveless marriage, couples breaking up after being together for years, and lots of drama. Like, isn’t there more to this? Why is romance the destination in life?
Nevertheless, I didn’t know a word to what I was feeling, and it was confusing me out and I felt so broken. “Whats wrong with me?” I cried. “Why am I not normal? Why can’t I FEEL things like other people?” Then I found out about the word Aromantic back then. And it just clicked. Now fast forward 3 years later, I’m happier than ever with my newfound identity and even found friends in the community. Specifically, the ace-spec community. I found this place comforting because it was a catharsis that there were other people like me…. right? Well, no, not really.
Hi guys! I’m gonna attempt to do a book tag since I’ve been seeing it float around and it looks fun.
It’s a bookish post that was formerly hosted by Should be Reading and was recently taken over by Taking on a World of Words. To play along just answer three questions to give an update about what you’re currently reading, going to read next and have read recently.
Title: The City of Brass & The Kingdom of Copper
Pages: 576 & 640 respectively
Author: S.A. Chakraborty Goodreads description:
Nahri has never believed in magic. Certainly, she has power; on the streets of eighteenth-century Cairo, she’s a con woman of unsurpassed talent. But she knows better than anyone that the trades she uses to get by—palm readings, zars, healings—are all tricks, sleights of hand, learned skills; a means to the delightful end of swindling Ottoman nobles and a reliable way to survive.
But when Nahri accidentally summons an equally sly, darkly mysterious djinn warrior to her side during one of her cons, she’s forced to question all she believes. For the warrior tells her an extraordinary tale: across hot, windswept sands teeming with creatures of fire, and rivers where the mythical marid sleep; past ruins of once-magnificent human metropolises, and mountains where the circling birds of prey are not what they seem, lies Daevabad, the legendary city of brass—a city to which Nahri is irrevocably bound.
In Daevabad, within gilded brass walls laced with enchantments, behind the six gates of the six djinn tribes, old resentments are simmering. And when Nahri decides to enter this world, she learns that true power is fierce and brutal. That magic cannot shield her from the dangerous web of court politics. That even the cleverest of schemes can have deadly consequences.
After all, there is a reason they say to be careful what you wish for . . .
Lately I’ve been thinking that we often don’t give illustrators and designers the credit they deserve. Like 80% of why I buy a book is based on the cover art and the other 20% is the blurb. So this post is to show off my favorite book covers and in some way thank the creative people behind it! You’re going to see a lot of purple books, IMSORRYOKAY. Read More »