It must be 10:00 P.M. but that means little to my body. I lay awake staring at the darkness hovering over me like a compassionate ghost, watching me sleep.
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"... Because legends don't lie." He finally answered.
“No kissy kiss, remember?” Mine chuckled. “What? Aren’t we friends? Friends don’t kiss,” he carelessly said, wandering away from Addai.
(this line made my day while I was writing it 🤭🤭)
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And it’s not the first time I’m glad the house is empty! Glad everyone who cares about me is millions of miles away! That I have no one close enough to hold me after the nightmares and I’m completely and entirely alone! So I can scream like a demoniac until the howling on the inside of my head calms to that mellow, roaring melancholy I’m so used to that it’s almost comforting - almost mothering - and I can lay down on the bare mattress, weeping like a raving maniac with anger and agony-!
“Hm… loving someone is risky…” the gentleman gave Mine a napkin, “… but isn’t he worth it?”
He offers just the meekest smile, more like a twitch of his lips, or a nervous tick, than a smile at all. It’s all just a force of habit. Smile. Even if nothing in him could possibly be amused by anything.
Even his panic is pristine.
--He followed his instincts, admiring his surroundings despite the fact that they were dull and repetitive. Even a cave was something to be admired when he had spent his whole life locked away in prisons.
And the freedom of running where he wanted when he wanted made him so buoyant that he thought he had escaped gravity itself and was flying away. --
As a member of Gen z with millennial siblings, I diss millennials and gen x quite a bit but this exchange from my most recent chapter is one of my favorites
"His eyebrows bounced just like mine had earlier, and we both giggled uncontrollably, leaning in together like it was a secret."Chapter 20 of "Every Day is Beautiful With You". The main couple, Yuki and Tatara, are sitting at a restaurant table outside and hot guy watching when they discover that they also have a very hot waiter.
His lips pressed together in a thin line of self-anger as his other boot sank into the mud.
I gingerly scratch a bead of fever dew from my lashline studying the pale face on my cracked screen - a jagged line of glass dribbling toward the plain gray case like a trail of tears.
Antioch, with his graceful and fluid movements, danced through the chaos, his dagger leaving a blood trail behind.
or start from the beginning.
"I expected more from a Guildmaters's son"
"Aiden was mesmerized to know he was blessed by a certain Goddess when he revived… So, he thought that it was better to aim someone weaker like…" Agarath's eyes fixated on Mine.
"The early December air was making a chilling breeze, the golden lights strung about the back patio waving in it like friendly fairies." From "French Cup", chapter 1. A comedy book about a queer neighborhood at war with Karens and the hilarity that ensues. It centers on a group of drag queens who won't take any bull. You truly have no idea how funny this gets. You will cry laughing.
"If you're holding my body so I don't leave… oh buddy…" she dearly said, but her voice was tainted with sorrow. "Let me go… and please, stay safe. Again, don't worry. I have some spare leafy buddies hidden in my dress. Stay safe, little buddy! I love you so much," she chuckled mid sniffles.
Last year and the tenth grade smear together into a homogenous hurricane…they were both crazy and scary and weird in every way.
"Don't worry about what you are not doing if you are doing the best you can!"
Just a wholesome line, and a reminder to the people that need to hear this
Riley obeys. Plunging his hands into the ice cold water vomiting from the sink, he wipes the last delicate dribbles of golden bile from his lower lip, and I shove the door open again with a violence that makes it slam against the wall behind it - leaving a dent like a pitted scar-
(this is free for everyone to read on my Patreon
