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phd-procrastination · 2 years

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Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?

It’s strange isn’t it? The absurdity of life? That seemingly out of nowhere a cosmic horror can one day chose to rip itself from the pages of some overly complicated novel and visit upon your once mundane life some truely horrific nonsense. That like Gregor, you can just wake up changed. That your eyes can open upon a day somehow both comically normal and radically different. Where the weight pinning you to the bed is not the merciful assault of your muscles seizing as some sleep paralysis demon makes googley eyes at you from across the room. No, it’s your arm. Or what use to be your arm. Skin, flesh and bone now replaced with hardened chitin. Your $80 manacure gone, your elegant digits replaced with clunky yet powerful pincers. You wonder if this is something that you can just sleep off but as you close your eyes again, sleep evades you. Resigned, you blindly reach for your cellphone, a precious sick day down the drain. A trip to the emergency room that you surely can’t afford is in your future, but if nothing else you’ll definitely need a doctors note for today’s and possibly tomorrows absence. The panic has not set in yet. Half the stuff in your tiny apartment is going to end up broken. Half by accident, half in fury. The tears will come, the screaming. The frantic phone calls. Mistake after mistake after mistake. The worst decisions possible. But not yet. For now your eerily calm. Insanity minutes or moments away. The sweet call of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a beer, or maybe something stronger, delaying the eneviable crescendo of your heart beat and spiraling of your life. Don’t you just love mondays.

#satt-prompt #show and tell time #satt-genie #satt-writing-prompt #show and tell #satt

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glowstickia · 4 years

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Twas tagged by @potatocrab

Tagging: @allislaughter, @kineticallyanywhere, @saintdeanthomas, @achamocha, @thestarjar, @agirlnameded, AND THE PERSON READING THIS! IF YOU WANNA DO DIS I’VE TAGGED THEE

Rules: Post two snippets of your writing. The first should be one of the oldest examples of your work that you can find (the older the better!), and the other has to be an excerpt from something more recent. Compare the two side by side to see the difference between what your writing looks like now and how it did then.

God...so technically I know where I stashed my old af spiral bound notebook covered in cat stickers that I wrote in when I was 9 years old. That was 17 years ago. I am not getting that out of the basement and typing that up. SO. Gonna pull from my AO3 and the oldest stuff on there is from like 2014, so like 6ish years ago because the oooold stuff (when I was 13 and then decided to turn it into og stuff lol) on my FF.net account is like...gone >_> oops.

I’m using my old Danny Phantom fic - Sleep Paralysis (and I learned not long after uh, writing it, that I was a dumbass and gave myself anxiety for writing a character going through sleep paralysis) and uh my Fallout 4 fic - On Top of Sanctuary Hills and Far Away cause tbh I’m really damn proud of that fic yo ;w;

-Sleep Paralysis-

Sleep, an experience Danny hardly had time for anymore with school to keep up with and ghosts constantly wreaking havoc on town, sleep became a luxury. When he did sleep, he wouldn’t dream. If he did, he didn’t remember them. It didn’t matter to him, as long as he got sleep, he didn’t care. Being in ghost mode did help take the edge off the fatigue, but he had to be careful for if he used up too much energy he didn’t have, his human half paid for it.

Standing in front of the mirror, Danny stared at his weary eyes and poked at the purple bruising outlining his lower lids. The past couple weeks had been brutal on him. Not only did he barely pass an exam, but ghosts were not letting him catch a break. Technus fried his computer (again) and screwed up the town’s technology so much it took a week before any electronics returned to their normal function. Skulker was once again going grocery shopping for Vlad. Danny stopped a couple of the robberies only to turn around and take the blame. The Box Ghost was up to his usual antics and discovered the static wonders of packing peanuts. Every so often Danny would find the Styrofoam clinging to him in the weirdest places. He made the mental note to never phase through them again.

Tonight was one of those rare nights where even the ghost animals weren’t out wandering for a midnight snack. His homework, which if not attended to, would pile up and add to his worries, once again, a rare night where late assignments weren’t breathing down his neck. He wasn’t sure how exactly he got it all done, but he wasn’t going to complain. His bed was calling to him and his body was yearning for the sweet sensation of relaxation sleep brought.

Sliding into bed, Danny pulled the sheets to his armpits. Sighing in relief, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

-On Top Of Sanctuary Hills and Far Away Ch2: An Echo, A Promise -

Dogmeat’s tail thumped against the ground as he sat in front of a skeleton dressed in faded green, baked by the sun, and left for nature to consume. Empty eye sockets stared at the sky, watching the cloud gently roll above. Dogmeat’s tongue lolled out as his front paw waved at the air, beckoning her to come closer.

“Military,” she whispered, as she slowly walked closer and sat down on her haunches next to Dogmeat. The bones were covered in roots and vegetation from years of exposure. The tattered remains of the military green army uniform blended in with its surroundings. On the sun baked skull sat a dusty green helmet with exposed roots trying to pull it into the earth. Now satisfied, Dogmeat barked and ran off to join Codsworth on the trail, giving her space.

“Is uh-is everything all right?” Codsworth called out.

“Yes, uh, I’ll be a moment.” Echo hollered back, “Just...found something.”

“Oh! Splendid!”

She chewed her lower lip as she stared deep into the skeleton’s hollowed eyes. “Bombs got to ya, huh?” She guessed as her fingernails bit into her palms. “Dogmeat thinks your helmet may be, uh, useful.” She popped her lips and adjusted her sunglasses. “Considering how the past few days have been...could definitely use something to protect my head...so uh…” she sighed loudly, “I’m going to take your helmet now. Okay? You won’t be forgotten. Not by me. I’ll be reminded every time I touch it, whether I want to or not. So-“ she inched her hands closer, already hearing sirens and shouting in her head as her fingers gently brushed the vegetation off the helmet.

“-do you copy? I repeat, do you copy?”

“I copy, soldier.” She muttered, as she slipped the helmet off with care.

“They’re falling out of the sky-”

“I know.” She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, smelling the earth, and fire and ash and ozone . “The war is over,” she said, keeping her voice firm, “You can rest. I repeat. The war is over.”

She opened her eyes to blue skies and a skeleton staring back at her. She nodded to him. “Rest easy.”

#as told by glow #tag you're it!#fanfiction #i've figured out...how to like...add description and good god word count went UP

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