autha’s note: Uh… I spent hours in a hospital recently, and I got kind of inspired. [can u guess whose pov this is hahahahah]
I hate being aware
Of all that once
Was a mystery
Now I can see
And will forever
why must worth be measured
by how many or how few
you have loved
it’s hard to tell
when you are told one thing
but think another
Just For a Minute?
Summary: A girl needs someone to talk to about something. So she finds somebody.
SO WE WERE PLAYING A WRITING GAME ON THE GROUP CHAT
The game was that you were supposed to write a story with three themes you are given at the start of each round. I’ll be posting everything I wrote here.
The Man Who Knew Truth - Prologue???
That stupid cunt better quit it.
Were the first words I heard when my power showed up. And the first of many words of scorn towards me from my father’s mind.
Summary: Klaud is dead. He’s knew that the moment he closed his eyes. But now he’s in this mysterious room. And there’s a man at a piano? (WHE related)
POSTING SERIES OF DRABBLES HEREEE
A series of drabbles without names. See if you can guess em’. Some may be way obvious, BUT EH. Could be based off possible future happenings or past happenings or even deaths. The choices are: Lubusz, Manhattan, SoHo, Chinatown, Calabria, Milan, Akihabara. Shoosh I know they’re not 100 words.