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    • prompt: love to hate you SK8. tadaai, set toward the end of the first season. I’ve been wanting to write from this POV for a while and now I’ve done it! You asked once what happened during the years you were away. As if the change was due to someone else. As if the Pacific can baptize. As if belated regret means anything. You, my…

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    • prompt: it’s just us, everyone else is asleep no specific fandom/ship. this was inspired by a VN I just played but it can just be read as short horror. ⚠️ warning: this is a Bad Ending! ⚠️ He must’ve passed out after the fourth beer. The campfire was dead, island silent except for the waves. Clouds covered the moon, leaving him blind, but a…

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      In Flight

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      by muse Ray visited his brother more often after his death than he had for a decade. On Saturdays, he’d pick up a bouquet along with a week’s groceries and after lunch, carry it on the five-mile run that took him past the cemetery. He’d kneel before the grave, clear away last week’s flowers, pinch weeds slithering up the headstone. The fresh engraving was almost sharp to the touch. Simon Fisher, beloved husband. Ray hadn’t seen anyone else here since the funeral—not even her. The adjacent plot waited,…
    • prompt: in another life MDZS modern AU, xiyao. References a canonical death. – The sword plunges through his chest and he wakes gasping. “What’s wrong?” Xichen mumbles from the adjacent pillow. Although Xichen’s skin is hot where he touches it, Meng Yao shivers. “Nightmare.” “No more horror before bed.” Xichen’s arms engulf him. Against Meng Yao’s ear, his heart beats. Beats. “I asked you…

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      Bluebird

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      by muse “Don’t talk to him,” the neighbors whispered. “That boy’s bad luck.”
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      Bluebird

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      by muse He came with the rain, decades ago when the forest here was still saplings, back when we were growing sod and Mama was crying every night that the drought would ruin us. I heard him before I saw him that first time, a cheerful whistle coming up the road.  “Don’t talk to him,” the neighbors whispered. “That boy’s bad luck.” But he’d been friendly and young, as young as me, the only other person under thirty anyplace I could get to on foot. A year older, maybe two. I’d never asked.…
    • prompt: a last-minute change in plans – “What a view!” his own voice echoed back at him as he snapped a picture of the gorge. Laughing, she pulled him back from the cliff and into her arms. It wouldn’t do to kill him yet, not until he’d changed the will.

    • prompt: a change in the weather – As the sun stroked the last of a flower’s faded petals, it said “Don’t be afraid” and it said “Go to sleep; you’ll see me again after the winter.” From a nearby garden another flower whispered, “But isn’t that one an annual?” “Shh,” beamed the sun.

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