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#skeleton named Summer Vegetables

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⛤SAMHAIN: History and Meaning⛤

Samhain is the holiest and most important Sabbat of the whole wheel of the year; it combines a number of elements: the agricultural crop, the wild crop, the transition of the autumn season into a winter temperature and the commemoration of the day of the dead. 

It is the time to remember our ancestors and our loved ones who greeted us, and as a solemn time it should tend towards contemplation of the mystery of life and death as taught by the ancients. 

Samhain is a time for introspection, to empty the false of our mind, heart and soul. It is time to heal the source of our deepest wounds and those we have inflicted on others, before time overtakes us. It is the time when we can learn to see clearly. 

The true victory of self is in the cauldron. Now we need to look at the nature of our motives and the outcome of our actions. 

Samhain is the time to communicate and listen to others, a time of death, of the thought of the ancestors and what we are thanks to them.

The leaves are falling, the apples are ripe, and the ice is on the ground. 

There is the scent of Autumn, an indescribable smell of October - pumpkins, apples, cinnamon, dry leaves and beer. 

Samhain approaches and the veil between the worlds gets thinner every night. 

You can feel it in the air that the Otherworld is approaching and the sunlight turns into sunset light. Our ancestors are celebrated in Samhain, it is the time of the dead and the dying. 

The spirits of the departed are closest to our hearts, at this time when even the earth is dying.

A melancholy and introspective mood descends upon us in this dark time of ends and completions; and therefore possible rebirths. 

In the growing shadows, darkness and fog prevail while the trees give off their colorful leaves, taking the appearance of skeletons.

This was also the time when cattle were killed for meat to be consumed in the winter months (the symbolic death of the wheat God). 

All the cereals still in the fields after Samhain were considered taboo, no one could collect them and became an offering for the spirits of nature.

⛤Samhain is the best known of all Wicca Wheel of the Year celebrations. And there is a reason for all of this. Obviously, first of all it is a festive Sabbat

and above all it is the only Sabbat that people recognize as a pagan festival  and they love to celebrate it anyway. 

In years past, the Christian Church decided, according to the tradition of the time, that people could hold this festival that they were so attached to, but that it needed a new name. He also decided that instead of being a feast to celebrate all the dead, it was to be transformed into a celebration of the dead saints. 

So the party turned into the best known Halloween.

⛤Our ancestors used to protect themselves this night, cutting out faces in vegetables and placing them near the windows. 

This gave birth to the so-called Jack o 'Lantern pumpkin. 

These carved pumpkin faces were placed next to the windows to keep the spirits of this night away. 

Being the veil of the subtle worlds, it was not only the ancestors who returned to earth, but all the people of the Underworld.

⛤Samhain is obviously the end of the "summer" mid-year(The Celts divided the year into two parts, summer and winter). 

It is also the last harvest before the snow. 

It is the opposite black of Beltane, announces the role of the Dark and celebrates the Crone. It is also considered the first of the witchcraft year. 

Since the Celts considered time to be circular rather than linear, the night is both the end and the beginning of the year. 

For this reason, Samhain is a feast of divination and a time for the dead. 

A night of contradiction where life and death, opposite but parts of the same cycle, were celebrated together.

⛤Sometimes most people think that this holiday is to venerate an evil god by the name of Samhain, but this deity does not exist in any Celtic or European pantheon. 

It is a literary creation of the twentieth century, without a foundation of reality. 

Fables of Druids who left pumpkins at the doors of families who had provided sacrifices for Samhain (Satan). 

This is not TRUE! Samhain today is famous as Halloween, and obviously still has much of the old Celtic tradition, despite the church's attempts to turn it into a day of prayer for the pantheon of saints.

⛤The best known aspect of Samhain is the Festival of the Dead. It is a night to honor ancestors, to celebrate their lives and to respect their memories. It is a time when families get together and listen to stories about the life of their great grandparents and legends about kings and their knights. It was believed that on this night, the dead could return to earth to find the living. It was common practice to prepare the table even for those who have recently died and to leave food for their wandering souls. Lights should have been placed on windows and along streets to guide the spirits of the night.

Witchfully Yours,

⛤Isidora⛤

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[libidomechanica]

And so that arts for her neglected

A limerick sequence

               Verse I

And so that art’s for her neglected. The eye: let they do not care sweet. My    best pleasure. Through her Sleeve;    or hastily rising against the heat of some few favour.

               Verse II

On burdened sometime she floods drown his hearken to my cryes. You can tell me    where I met you can hold    on her lot. Can you were wont to grammer shape of your substance.

               Verse III

And trembled. Alas, if you ain’t watched by the mind that sings: for nothing else    to me. And human face    … such heauen-stuffe to trace each seam gleams are eerie; and of your mind.

               Verse IV

The fountain or their new hoe. On either night’s star of high heaven mix    forever. Thus by it    troubadour in search of frame, auise them spred a good at? Where with stars.

               Verse V

Now clean but slip frae my mammy yet. For stars, those party to the heavy    sky over answer ran,    and my love, that, where Love, but i just a trickling roguish een.

               Verse VI

This house, and morning, laughing thee a gloria victi. Had fall that is    lord and much more praise is    a water, warmth-given, and yet what gently even love them?

               Verse VII

But see, known a screech owl to me. Her song of that thou’t love always snow she    sees the sill and crossing    against me out of beasts, vegetables in one wexen wider.

               Verse VIII

No whit behint the waves rolling, they sing, but each evening. Who, will woodes    bearest bands untwining?    ’Tis na love a little ways. Puree, our eyes are listles sowed!

               Verse IX

Though some untrue. The floor that she makes me sin awards gladde with great song shepherd,    in the stood and ruddy,    then me? When will soone ease me oft to leaves tipped by thy best!

               Verse X

The window’d hear it. Its first spoken for a day, venus skies and laughter!    Her hair. Face it may augment.    Will I love to my hear me, now I thoughts and can return.

               Verse XI

Ah, ah, ah! She had in her web she world away something is awake my    heart is merry hae I    behold, that payned, to have too many-tower’d Camelot.

               Verse XII

This was he? The night, minstrel, abbot on an ocean, and along your yrksome    yellow woods. That is    born. Her for wings grandame Nature is as a clothe thing bloudie pain.

               Verse XIII

On which thy hand by no other’s hand: and, when we met, jumping from his    capricious hand of chess won’t    done so, then would put underlids uplift, would not her shining?

               Verse XIV

Where the mirror cleaues the chariots. But to faint! At they grief or with final    retort have I not    a turtle is as this is I, that’s sweeps. The rest. He was cold.

               Verse XV

In a dreamed I was grave! I have done: mine eyes, stellar, we will drive all the    greefe I dye, hey ho gray    walls on the running Painter with no state be enviable.

               Verse XVI

When being so long have look into that payne, and the tree, and all its dreamed    I was your soul loves are    cedar. That he find that leave my Delight; an’ she home again!

               Verse XVII

I drop scent, the lips through—fire I cared forest born idiot’s, whose approach    the Sisters breast to sights,    for priefe. When Cloe noted her; yea, he is, voyd: and into thee.

               Verse XVIII

About their Feet, she laid in our lips at him like two skeletons. Come without    number where by side,    leg overhead, we are a door, and through my obedience.

               Verse XIX

Its hands which burns the summer, the glyder, that I by verse, my bird! Blythe inside,    leg over Endymion’s    strength forthright, where I lingered day when the south; blow the sun.

               Verse XX

Though they speak. That Arm in Arm from his capricious hands her eyes. Depart from    the hedge to me already    five bar and if rymes with my beloved me leaves flashed.

               Verse XXI

That we used to gather; for if it would admit. High and play. Which with his    weigh, for a woman tis    not to be before we parts mighty silver-shoed pale silver.

               Verse XXII

Turn thy coatie, my love; behold his right— quick-changes and churchmen that liv’st but    she can. Sang of mine but    it is well of shame which in my epitaph a Poets name.

               Verse XXIII

And draws thro’ the light, so loue, but are twine a musky Chain, that which burnt roundle    neuer the boy’s palms    tip toward light. Like a roe or a stone nor my finger ever.

               Verse XXIV

That man has made, and to-day, oppress’d? Werther hair; lure of the Darkness at    my arms, had it any    been but mine eyes of the urge to her husband Jove, but in One.

               Verse XXV

Give me to I was a desperate shot. Sets down to Camelot, the first    Desire my Fall! On    the shall soone ease me the night. What would light, vpon this of blood buy!

               Verse XXVI

And bite back to the Ground. You stood, the valleys. The wanted to costume. In    all the mass of his broad    clear; and heretofore: he whose beautiful cries of purity.

               Verse XXVII

The death a most true beauty grownde did starting her darlings! I dreams are fond    eyes could never love you    say you leapt some palace of thine? How begot, how oft soe’er them.

               Verse XXVIII

To teach us how for young, I’m o’er young—sometimes in the shifts and I was    ’ware, so long been to me?    Sweet, I had rather, there with a wanton burnish’d hooves his deede.

               Verse XXIX

Wide as a raven. I never hold, thy priests, lovers will I pray you, thou    ever chanted loudly    roar, how can Bagpipe, that’s absent, but that he finger on earth.

               Verse XXX

The budding on it, best pleasure have please that spoil his moment is thee! Twas    but add, jenny kiss that    grows, sighing to upheave the Love, I tell my stupidity.

               Verse XXXI

Wearing its grow, which on thrives; eschylus’ pen Willye his am’rous care. When bedded    in sleep to correction    no bitten into your flower enjoys the grossly dyed.

               Verse XXXII

Here Iram Garden of flowers, washed up. As if God’s future done that can    you see her abide by    side, O sweet in case we coupled, so deep, dear Love, you will bee.

               Verse XXXIII

And fall of pleasaunt spring. With roses and man’s the clefts of the clear; and    thy love, for thee that smells,    if not fair; thou this wife not sought me. He made when we do cry.

               Verse XXXIV

An image picture of the villages, an abbot on an ocean, and    thriftless breathe; but little    he is gone, from Gaeta:— Shot.—Of the hedge to my mother’s fate!

               Verse XXXV

To find him; I called townes do worke my loves and kiss the first louing stars go over    suddenly grown serene    of the lilies. And fulsome Pleasure by waters, poems!

               Verse XXXVI

When I climbed higher beauties shining streams and old, but the death I bought, hey    ho bonilasse, she saw    the hushed my number. And puts out of fiery mighty men.

               Verse XXXVII

Her breast. Sweets into my gain, the blue unclouded weathers viewing, to base    the smell of those weake confirme:    for ere she real rain, upon sockets of thy gay smiles brows.

               Verse XXXVIII

Gambler throwing-distant land, my Queene. Adam, from fair to make him from    suspicion, discontents on    a velvet cheek toward man, that art can a woman is not blame.

               Verse XXXIX

Yet I was long: and Viva l’ Italia! Wear the flowers your wrist is    just a trifle more than    public means while loud an’ she hasp of the shepherd’s-purse, blessed her.

               Verse XL

She tells augment. And woman’s field, this forenoons driving waved that least, and    dig deep into that come    in forests. Till a’ the step my head and my love, to an end.

               Verse XLI

Wit or with your misgiving Love speak? She has ears: sighs, and come in forests,    long since the sun itself    aloft, and to gather; and said: Thou art fair, my beloved.

               Verse XLII

The hills. And strife, and in a woman becoming to the base of the seas    between dreamed that loose that    is it doth embrac’d, and dig deep recesses of frankincense.

               Verse XLIII

The watching pad, somewhere the low sky raining on its good ointments do suggest    light glow’d; on burden    of this. On spirits thorns with Himself through through the seams the night.

               Verse XLIV

For grammer who thine head she has twa sparkling roguish een. The lions’    dens, the city found favour    or deformed’st creature is stronger to mine eyes were shades.

               Verse XLV

If you a wreath’d trees look down the mind spills through the shepherd’s whistling into    the Dambe. That hid I’m, you    this house. Hast thou pleasing the lang! Of Indies would by other.

               Verse XLVI

If such Diana stung! All in the care of what unusual heats, fainting    lover’s time, you do not    me? Come to the death crashing the topaz, opal, calcedon.

               Verse XLVII

Tell me, O thou go wi’ motion make a sounds soothing somewhere, each puree,    our glad and be together    under hearts slave: blest be than you hurt her? Her waist, and I!

               Verse XLVIII

For delight, The lonely as a straint,— one look’dst through all the lamp you can say    and dry down she washing    shade, while I run repetition! From whose beauty’s force in tracks?

               Verse XLIX

Impassion make all folkes prest at the awake my own line, having sate; till    in the wood, ye’re like purple;    the keepe the left a bowl. To those weake confirme: for they stay.

               Verse L

Mine eye that is lord and my hand in a Kirtle of this is no spot in    nature escapes, were angry    with awfull eyes, stella loue. Till my tongue, I saw the sky.

               Verse LI

Of thine? The convulsive rapture all mark you for your black men waiting, and    whoever in charactery,    hold like the clicking souls strange in zero gravity.

               Verse LII

What is bounding to use the weltering her the range bargain ye wad buy;    but light. Made of the leaves    clasped between the sternest movement broken so as foes commend.

               Verse LIII

And night I cuddle my hart. Three more and pants as light. Ran up to the low    sky raining, and blood to    prevent wi’ mony a sin to tak me from me, for my sling.

               Verse LIV

Sicker sike a crawl If you silent nigheth fast, how nourished? Which is    complexion’d stars there shut up,    a fountains, and I assure ye even the brighter near death.

               Verse LV

Shall I ne’er declared in the changes like Lords whose joys of early, enshaded    in Secresy blowing    in dropping upon you. But kinda like there was perished?

               Verse LVI

Me, both part of those that. You heard, twise them, and true, who has twa sparkling    roguish een. I left hand    of Absence been from off its little green sits no more;—Farewell!

               Verse LVII

No fault of our margin’d rills. But sicke- bed lies sweets its thick eyelids at twenty,    my laddie’s sapphires.    I scatter on paths perilous; but in the view, the sons.

               Verse LVIII

Shutting each other breast and yet the melodie The long-stemmed plants; each bending    sight and the sun in flight.    Of sands and find no more as I stood by her with hands before.

               Verse LIX

Built her chant in the truth, take or lost? Their first to thy flow out, and never    swell? Why show, that leave of    chess won’t attack us here could not comets, we are slight move.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #173 texts #limerick sequence

[rekrappeter]

looking at the moon, but seeing you

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: you find yourself drawn to draco malfoy, an october evening welcoming something you never expected

warnings: mention of feeling numb, swearing, typos

notes: please let me know what you think of this, feedback would be amazing thank you - if there’s an inaccuracy of the wizarding world in this, please don’t let me know, I’m not interested <333

I had originally started writing this for @bricksatanakinswindow​ ‘s wc and had a prompt in mind, but then I went on a tangent and finished it forgetting to use the prompt oops but anyways, I hope y’all enjoy it either way <3

It was your favorite time of the year. Orange and brown leaves scattered the grass, the sound of them crunching when students trampled over them to get to class, and it was always dark before the final class ended. The ghosts seemed to be more present during mealtimes and the flickering of the crimson fires above the four tables created shadows around the dining hall. There was an eerie, yet wholesome atmosphere that Hogwarts welcomed during the month of October. But the thing you loved most about October in Hogwarts was the Annual Halloween Feast. 

You were staring wide-eyed at the mounts of food that appeared in front of you, your mouth watering at the sight of the freshly trimmed turkey and the pumpkin pies that were making your stomach grumble with hunger. It took everything in your power to not reach out for your first servings, knowing that everyone was waiting for Professor Dumbledore to finish up his annual Halloween speech. The moment he gave you permission to start eating, your hands reached out for the first bowl of vegetables closest to you. 

“Calm down there,” Ron chuckled, his red hair brushing across his forehead, “It won’t disappear right away.” 

“You’re one to talk,” you snapped back, a playful smirk tugging on your lips as you eyed his plate already half-filled with chicken wings and mash potatoes. 

Ron scoffed, his cheeks turning red, “Quidditch practice makes me hungry.” You rolled your eyes as the boy rambled on, trying to plead his case but as you looked over his shoulder towards the Slytherin table, his voice was just a mere whisper amongst the eyes staring back at you. Cold, dull blue eyes were on your figure from across the room, his porcelain face rested in the palm of his hands and his pink lips were a spark contrast from his snow-white hair. 

“Is Draco Malfoy staring at me?” you whispered softly to Hermione, ignoring the confused glances from the red head boy that thought he was having a conversation with you. Hermione peaked over Ron’s shoulder strategically, pretending to scratch her nose in the process. The creasing of her fluffy brows confirmed your suspicions and you both stare at Draco, it wasn’t until the taller boy beside him, Blaise, nudged his shoulder with his that Draco was pulled out of what seemed to be a daydream. His eyes widened for a second, his tongue darting from his mouth to wet his lips as he raised a brow in your direction. 

‘What?’ you mouthed to him, and he shot you an annoyed, almost hateful, glare your way before tearing his gaze from you. A scoff passed your lips, it was so typical of Draco to make it seem like it was your fault that he was staring at you. “That was weird,” you murmured, shrugging your shoulders and the grumble of your stomach remembered that you had forgot to feed it all day. 

When the Feast had come to an end, the magically thundering and lightening lit up the Great Hall causing students to erupt into discussions of thrill and excitement. The tables disappeared from underneath you, as the room transforming into it’s annual Halloween afterparty. Pumpkins that Hagrid grew himself were huddled in the corners, big enough to fit three full adult males in them, and orange and black streamers were dangling from the ceiling. The table that the teachers occupied was gone and replaced with a stage, instruments scattered around on top and you could spot a skeleton tuning a guitar. 

A grin was unfaltering on your face, the excitement bubbling inside you. You glanced at Hermione, seeing her face in complete awe at the sight in front of her and you hated the fact that your eyes found themselves travelling across the room to the platinum blonde. Despite his foul demeanor throughout the entirety of the feast, an amused smile was rested on his lips as he watched the band of skeletons take the stage. As the music started, people began shuffling onto the makeshift dancefloor, still draped in their house robes. Your stare constantly kept finding it’s way to Draco, and no matter how much you scolded yourself, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. 

This started towards the end of last year, these growing unwanted feelings that you held for the Slytherin Prince. The summer break couldn’t have come quick enough, Hogwarts was a big place but you kept finding yourself bumping into him or walking in the same empty corridors as he did. Throughout the summer, you hadn’t thought about him once - you labeled it as a stupid crush, the inevitability of falling for the ‘bad boy’ of your year. Of course, he had ladies falling all over him, but you’d never seen him with anyone other than Pansy Parkinson and even at that, you weren’t sure if they were exclusive. You tried not to dwell on it much, the thought of the two doing things together in the dungeons brought a wave of nausea each time. You thought the feelings that developed were gone, but the moment he walked onto the platform at Kings Cross, time stopped and it was just him there amongst the bustle of people bidding goodbye to their families. You scolded yourself the whole train ride, feeling yourself falling into daydreams and fantasies of what could be. But you were a Gryffindor, and he was a Slytherin. It wouldn’t work. 

“You’re staring this time,” Hermione smirked, an amused glint in her eyes. She twirled you around so that your back was to Draco, and you silently thanked her. You had confided in Hermione about your little crush on Draco, hoping she’d be able to smack some sense into you and help you remember all the cruel things he’s said to you in the past but the thing was… you remembered all those things, you repeated them in your head but it still wasn’t enough to stop you from wondering where he was and letting your eyes linger after him. 

The night was drawing to an end, a night filled with endless laughter and dancing. You were on your way to the common room, arm linked with Harry as he swayed with you, drunk on happiness. Passing the courtyards, somehow your eyes spied a figure making it’s way to the black lake, and if it wasn’t for the hair that gleamed under the moonlight, you wouldn’t have given it a second thought. But you detangled yourself from Harry, him giving you a puzzled look. “I-I think I forgot my bookbag by the lake earlier.” 

“Do you want me to go down and look for it with you?” Harry asked, his hair tousled and sweat beading on his forehead from the amount of dancing he was forced to do. 

“No, I’ll only be a second,” you said, stepping backwards onto the grass, “I’ll follow you up.” Harry was hesitant to leave you behind, Ron calling his name from inside the castle but he nodded reluctantly. Hogwarts was after all the safest place you could be. You scurried down towards the bed of water, your eyes adjusting to the darkness until you spotted his figure sitting underneath a tree that was naked of leaves. 

“Following me, y/l/n?” you could hear the ennui in his voice, and it made you halt your steps. Maybe it was the glee from the October evening that led you to follow him, or maybe it was the dissatisfaction of not knowing how it felt to feel his lips on yours that made you come down here. Pursing your own lips, you took a step back hearing the crinkle of leaves under your foot as you twirled to march back up the hill you practically ran down. Draco sighed, “you can stay.” 

You were thankful that it was dark outside, the grin on your face practically glistening at his words. You sat crossed legged in front of him, feeling the October chill kiss your cheeks as his eyes gazed at the stars above you. While his eyes were lost in the nature that surrounded you, your eyes were on his face, taking in every fraction of it up close. How the eleven year old boy with an innocent smirk you met a number of years ago had morphed into the exhausted looking seventeen year man sitting in front of you. His pale face was separated with dark circles hoovering beneath his eyes, his pink lips were chapped and the speck of blood on his bottom lip indicated that he must have been nibbling on them recently. 

When the oddly comfortable silence became too much for you, your fingers digging into the grass underneath you, you breathed out a sigh gaining his attention. It was as if he forgot you were there. “Did you have fun tonight?” you asked. 

Draco scoffed, his eyes rolling, “I hate Halloween.” 

“How can you hate Halloween?” you questioned, your jaw dropping, “It’s practically a holiday dedicated to us!” 

“It’s a holiday dedicated to pretending to be someone you’re not, how incredible,” Draco drowned sarcastically. 

“Have you never wanted to be someone that wasn’t you?” Draco was stunned at your question, and he so eagerly wanted to scoff and question why would he want to be anyone else, but when he caught sight of your curious eyes, he became speechless. He stared at you like he did in the Great Hall previously, but instead of the lifeless stare that you were accustomed to at this point, his eyes were filled with sorrow and sadness. Of course he wanted to be someone else, the more he thought about it, he’d began to accept the fact that he wanted to be anyone but him. At the mere age of seventeen, he had so much responsibility resting on his shoulders, missions and tasks that he wasn’t allowed to speak to anyone about. He felt as if he was drowning. 

“Draco..” you breathed out, your breath fogging underneath the moonlight. Draco barely heard your face, he only came back to reality when he felt your soft, warm hand rest on his cheek and he jumped back in fright. “Hey, it’s just me..” you whispered, wiping the stray tears that were leaking from his eyes without him realising. 

Draco scrambled away from you on the grass, and you let your hand drop from his face. The spot you touched tingled as he stood up from the ground, fixing his robe that was draping off his shoulders. “W-why are you here?” he spat at you, his eyes twitching. 

You remained on the grass, looking up at his worried expression. You wanted to have an explanation as to why you were suddenly drawn to him, but you didn’t even know. “I-I don’t know, Draco.” 

Draco. Draco. Draco. His name that barely passed his ears lately felt like butterflies and fireworks falling from your lips. All he heard these days were Malfoy, no one addressed him as Draco anymore and he didn’t realise how much he needed to hear it, it grounded him. “Say my name again,” he mumbled, barely audible but from the raise of your brow, he knew you heard him. 

You stood up from the grass, taking a hesitant step towards him and you waited for him to jump away from you but he didn’t. You closed the gap between your bodies, his breathing racing as he watched every move you made. Lifting your hand to his face again, he let himself relax underneath your touch and his eyes fluttered closed. “Draco,” you said softly, the twitching of the corner of his lips motivating your next move. His stature was slightly taller than you, making you put all your weight on your toes as your lips touched his cheek, “Draco,” you repeated, your lips moving down to his jaw, “Draco..” 

You gasped as his hand suddenly gripped the wrist of your hand resting on his cheek. He opened his eyes, a confused look swirling beneath the blue but you never got the chance to see beyond the confusion before his lips crashed against yours in a breathtaking kiss. You stumbled back at the impact, but he wrapped his arms around your waist to steady you. Your lips moved in sync, the kiss rapid and intrusive. He pushed your body up against the large tree trunk, your head hitting the bark and your breath hitching in your throat. “D-Draco,” you stuttered against his lips, trying to push him off you to catch your breath, “What are you doing?” 

“I… I just wanted to feel something,” Draco mumbled, almost feeling guilty for kissing you and his eyes casted downwards. He tried to step away from you but you clasped your fingers around his wrist and stopped him. He glanced up at you, the swollen lips a reminder of seconds before. 

“How did it feel?” you asked, a smile twitching at the corner of your lips. 

The overly confident and obnoxious man that you once knew was nowhere to be found, seemingly lost in the October breeze. When Draco resulted in silence as his answer, you closed the gap again and connected your lips in the second kiss of the evening. This one was more delicate and you could tell he wasn’t expecting it, it took him a moment to kiss you back. Your hands slipped into his, your fingers intertwining as you lost yourself in his touch. He broke the kiss, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he breathed in your scent, “It feels like a new life,” he finally answered, his heart hammering against his chest, “but please answer this, will you forget about it in the morning?” 

“Never.”

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[adrenalinesaint]

​𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼}

Name: Dr. Jonathan Abraham Crane Alias: Ichabod Crane, Dr. Rance, Scarebeast & Yellow Lanters (verse dependant), & Scarecrow Gender: Cis Male Age: 58 Species: Homo Sapiens Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown Abilities/Talents: Genius-level intellect. Mastery of psychology and chemistry. Being terrible. Blaspheme.

{𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵}

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true Religion: Athiest (Formerly Protestant) Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience / NONE Languages:  English, some French.

Family: Great-grandmother Mary Keeney (deceased). Mother Leah Keeney (alive). Younger sister Abigail Keeney (alive). Father Roger Crane (deceased).  Friends: Riddler, Lindsay, Mad Hatter Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other Relationship status: single (verse dependent) / dating (verse-dependent)/ married / widowed / open relationship / other (verse dependent, polyamorous relationship) Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

{𝓟𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic  / curvy / chubby / obese Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other (previously reddish-brown, now gray) Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other (gray) Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other  Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot  Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds Scars: Left forearm and thigh: self harm. Back: bird attacks. Right wrist: chemical burn. Right shoulder: gunshot. Scalp: pushed down the stairs as a child. Facial Features: A long skull, large nose, and narrow jaw. A constant frown. Crows-feet at the corners of his eyes, but not from smiling. His glasses will reflect points of light that obscure his eyes. Thin lips and a scruffy chin. 

Tattoos:  SHE’S LIKE HEROIN TO ME -  The obligatory white trash / junkie tattoo. Consider this the tattoo that embodies all of his regrets in life, like having a scar from that time you stuck your finger in the electrical socket when you were a kid: something to remind you not to fuck up again. He chose the design during a particularly edgy phase in life: the woman in the syringe is intended to resemble Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. What can I say? He’s got a type. It’s located on the upper part of the inside of his left forearm, just under the elbow. He won’t risk infection in his writing arm, so that’s the arm he shoots up into. BELLIGERENT DEATH - This one is very small, and the ink bleeds considerably. He had it done in Arkham courtesy of the Joker. It’s located on the inside of his right palm, just under the thumb. It may look like an ink stain upon first glance. When he handles a firearm, the little angry skeleton is flush against the handle. DO YOU STILL THINK OF ME? - Historically speaking, Jonathan has a habit of fucking up his own relationships. Consider this the breakup tattoo he got for all the romances he never had in the first place. It’s located on his left ankle. BE BRAVE - This one resembles Joker’s handiwork, but is much, much older. The black ink looks blue now from age, and he’s been meaning to get it redone. He did it himself with ballpoint ink when he was fifteen. It’s hardly as neat as featured in the image, but the concept of the graphic is the same: a man running into a black hole positioned over the words BE BRAVE. It’s located on the inside of his left wrist, just above where a shirtsleeve ought to reach. LITANY AGAINST FEAR - He got this one in college after reading Dune for the first time. If one little piece of text could change a man’s life, it would be this one. Consider this the single-most important literary work to Jonathan. The tattoo is formatted as a uniform-width column of text that scales the inside of his right forearm, oriented so that he can read it while looking down at himself. The ink is a simple black, and the font of the text is a simple Courier New with serif.

{𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮}

Dogs or Cats? Neither Birds or Hamsters? Neither Snakes or Spiders? Red or Blue? Yellow or Green? Black or White? Coffee or Tea? Ice Cream or Cake? Fruits or Vegetables? Sandwich or Soup? Magic or Melee? Sword or Bow? Summer or Winter? Spring or Autumn? The Past or The Future?

tagged by: @monsterbcrn @the-arkham-librarian tagging: @brokentoys @jcinthedance @corvidamned && YOU

#.ooc #.headcanons

[lovemesomesurveys]

What’s the last vegetable you ate, and when did you eat it? I had spinach in my homemade egg and cheese mcmuffin yesterday. 

What was your last Facebook notification for? Notifying me someone added a photo to a group I’m in.

What bands have you seen live? Several because a few of the concerts I’ve been to featured a few bands, which was cool. I don’t feel like listing them all.

Tell me an interesting fact about your mother: She wanted to go into the marines, but unfortunately life happened and her plans got put on hold and ultimately never happened. That was her dream. :/

What do you think is the most important thing to happen to you before the age of 13? Uhh. The accident I had at 7 months old that made me a paraplegic and changed my life forever?

What were you super against as a young child but aren’t anymore? Scary movies. I love ‘em now.

What are your plans later today? Stay in bed most of the day sleeping, watching TV, scrolling through Tumblr, watching YouTube, and checking my social medias. 

Are you doing anything exciting this weekend? It’s the weekend and that’s all I’m doing ^^^. 

Who do you talk to the most? My mom.

What are some things you do regularly that make you feel old? I feel old because of how I feel, health wise.

Who is your best guy friend(s)? I don’t have one.

Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? I’d like to be a little tanner.

If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? I do have some tiny scars on my face and I just let them be. 

Have you had an x-ray in the past year? Yes.

Do you think your first love still loves you? He never did.

What is something that is “going right” in your life? I’ve been going through a really hard time the past month, actually.

When did you feel ready to start dating? I thought I was when I had my first boyfriend at 16, but nope.

When was the last time your pet bit you? If you don’t have a pet, have you ever been bitten by someone else’s? She’s never bitten me.

Where were you the last time you made out? I think it was in his car. It’s been several years now since then, so I’m not quite sure.

When was the last time you cried tears of joy? I’m not someone who tends to cry for that reason.

How do you type your sad smileys? :(

Do you have “decorative hand-towels” that cannot be used in your house? Nope.

What was the last soda you drank? I had some Coke to take my medicine earlier. 

What was the last thing someone made fun of you for? *shrug*

Have you ever had any type of surgery? Yeah, a few.

Should kids be allowed to get tattoos/piercings without parental consent? Uh, no.

Who was the last person to hit on you? It’s been a longgg time since that has happened.

What was the last thing you decided not to do, that you were supposed to? I was supposed to make a phone call yesterday.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to tell someone? Hm.

What do you put on hot dogs? On the very rare occasions I had a hot dog I just put ketchup and mustard.

Ever fallen in the shower? No, thankfully.

Do you think that things will get better? I can’t see that right now. :/

Have you ever legitimately saved a person’s life? No.

What’s your favourite book genre? Murder mysteries and psychological thrillers. 

Have you ever walked out of a movie at the theatre? Once. I honestly don’t remember why, though.

Do dogs like you? Yes.

Would you say that you project an air of authority? Ha, no.

Have you ever jumped off a high dive into a pool? Nooo.

Do you use one towel when you shower or two? (one for hair, one for body) One.

Have you ever been to one of the great lakes? Nope.

Who do you know that had a baby recently? A few people on my Facebook.

Do you like Usher’s songs? Yeah, I like several of his songs.

When was the last time you went to a waterpark? Never. I don’t do waterslides. 

Have you ever ridden a train? Nope.

What do you eat your French fries with? Ranch.

Do you have family problems? No family is perfect. 

What’s the last food you ate that was stale? Hm. I don’t recall.

How do you like your grilled cheese? Cheesy.

What is the most challenging meal you have ever cooked? The only thing I cook is ramen, which isn’t challenging at all. I’m so not a cook. What was your favorite thing to do as a little kid? I lovedddd playing Barbies.

Have you ever been close to drowning? No, but that’s a fear of mine since I can’t swim so even with floaties or an inner tube I don’t feel safe.

Have you ever had a panic attack? Many times.

Do you like doing housework? No.

Would you ever get implants? No.

Do you own a robe? Nope. I have a Snuggie, though.

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Nope.

Do you like crust on pizza or do you cut it off? No, I just eat the top layer of dough on the pizza. 

What was the last song you listened to? I don’t remember.

Have any of your family members been to jail? No one in my immediate family, but some extended family members have.

Is there anyone that you feel you still need some closure with? Not anymore.

Can you remember when you first learned how to read? Not exactly.

What event in your life has transformed your personality the most? I’m sure my accident had a big impact.

Have you ever had any teeth pulled? Yes.

Do you still want to be what you wanted to be in elementary school? Noo. Back then I wanted to be a teacher, but that changed when I got to like middle school.

What’re some TV shows that you would like to get into? I have a list of new shows I want to check out, but I have yet to get around to. Oh, I did start this new show on Freeform called “Cruel Summer” that just started last week, though.

How would you feel if you were drafted for the military? I can’t due to my physical disability.

What is your favorite Queen song? I like Bohemian Rhapsody, Under Pressure, We Will Rock You/We are the Champions, and Another One Bites the Dust.

Do you know how to use any foreign currency? I’ve never had to.

Been kissed by someone who you knew was “bad” for you? You could say that.

Ever taken an at-home pregnancy test? Nope. Never had a reason to.

When was the last time you were at a loss of what to do? The past few years. Now.

What did you do on your favorite date with a guy/girl? I loved going to Starbucks and then wandering around bookstores with Ty.

What’s a movie you have seen in the theater more than once? There’s several, like the big ones I’m really excited about and into such as the Marvel movies.

What is the reason you’re still alive? My family.

Have you ever had sex in someone else’s bed/bedroom? No.

Do you ever brush your hair before you go to bed? Not usually.

Have you ever had a dream about sleeping with a celebrity? (You don’t have to give details.) Maaaybe.

Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? Yes, I’ve been told that. I think they did feel that way at the time.

How did you feel when you woke up today? What was the first thing you thought about? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, but I always wake up feeling shitty.

Do you still tell your parents that you love them? Yes.

Have you ever said “I love you” to someone you weren’t going out with? Well yeah, it’s not something you just say in the romantic sense. I love my family and tell them so.

Would you date someone with a physical disability? Yeah. I have a physical disability.

Think of the last person you had sex with. Do you think they’ve slept with anyone else since they last slept with you? I’m a virgin.

The last time you dyed your hair, what color did you dye it? Red.

Think of the last time you went out to eat. Who paid? My mom.

Do you save at least 15 percent of your income? I try to at least.

Do you ever go on Reddit? If so, what are some of your favorite subreddits? I’ve Googled things that led me to Reddit, but I don’t go on there specifically.

Were you ever a flower girl or ring bearer in anyone’s wedding when you were little? Nope.

Are your parents in good health? Fortunately, yes.

Have you ever been a caregiver to a sick/disabled relative? Nope. I’m the one who has the caregiver.

Is there any type of medicine you can’t take? For what reason? Well, I can’t take pills unless I can crush them.

Do you have a favorite pair of pajamas? What do they look like? My pajamas are also what I wear during the day, which are leggings and graphic tees. 

Do you have any interesting pillow cases? I have a Michael Myers throw pillow, a couple other Halloween (the holiday) themed ones with skeletons and stuff on ‘em that I’ve had up since last Halloween, a Star Wars one, and a body pillow with giraffe print.

If something on your body hurts, which part is it most likely to be? My back, stomach, neck.

Are you more afraid of spiders or bees? Spiders, but I’m afraid of both. I’m afraid of ALL bugs.

Have you ever worn fake nails? If so, what did the last pair you wore look like? No.

Is Russian or Native American history more interesting to you? Various topics in history are interesting to me.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[carnegiemuseumnaturalhistory]

The Bromacker Project Part IV: Diadectes absitus, A Project-Saving Fossil

This post will be the first of a series focusing on notable fossil animals discovered in the Bromacker quarry. I selected Diadectes abisitus, a member of the ancient group Diadectomorpha, to present first because, had it not been discovered in the first year of the collaborative field work, the project might not have continued.

Dave Berman and his colleague Stuart Sumida (California State University, San Bernardino) joined Thomas Martens for five weeks of field work in the summer of 1993. They dug a quarry over six feet deep in their search for fossils, while working in a mix of hot and humid or near freezing temperatures, with plenty of rain. It wasn’t until the second-to-last day of the field season that the Diadectes specimen was discovered. By then, as Dave later told me, he was so discouraged by the lack of fossils that he assumed this would be his first and last field season in Germany. I should mention that Stuart had previously uncovered a few small vertebrae, but because the vertebrae resembled an animal described from the Bromacker in 1991, the team was not very excited about the discovery. They couldn’t have been more wrong in their field identification of the vertebrae, however, but more on that in a later post.

The 1993 quarry shortly before discovery of Diadectes absitus. Pictured are Stuart Sumida standing in the quarry and Thomas Martens crouched to his right. The Diadectes fossil was found in the corner opposite Stuart’s left shoulder, which is out of sight in this image. Photo by Dave Berman, 1993.

The team’s collective attitude changed when Stuart knocked off a chunk of bone-bearing rock from a bench in the quarry corner while shoveling away rock rubble. Careful examination of the fragment revealed part of the top of a roughly five-inch-long skull. We have since joked that Stuart gave it a lobotomy. While collecting the large block of rock containing the remainder of the skull, another piece of rock popped off the the edge of the block adjacent to the quarry wall. This piece had vertebrae in it. The team then realized that only the front portion of the animal was in the block freed from the quarry. The rest of the fossil skeleton remained in the quarry wall. Thomas later excavated the rest of the specimen and shipped it separately to Carnegie Museum of Natural History (CMNH).

You can watch Dave and Stuart excavate the fossil-bearing block by clicking on the video link at the end of this post.

Based on the shape of both the exposed teeth in the broken skull and the exposed vertebrae, Dave and Stuart were able to identify the fossil animal as the genus Diadectes. Thomas had already collected a juvenile skull and other bones of Diadectes before his collaboration with Dave, but the specimen discovered in 1993 was by far the most complete and best preserved.

Skeleton of Diadectes absitus. Some of the limb bones are preserved on the underside of the block. Photo provided by Thomas Martens.

Once my preparation of the specimen was completed, which took a little over a year, Dave, Stuart, and Thomas begin their detailed study and description of the fossil. They determined that it represented a new species, which they named Diadectes absitus. “Absitus” is Latin for distant or far, in reference to the species being the first occurrence of Diadectes outside of North America. The generic name Diadectes was coined in 1878 by the famous paleontologist Edward Drinker Cope, and is a combination of the Greek “dia,” meaning crosswise, and “dēktēs,” meaning biter, in reference to its broad teeth. Other species of Diadectes occur in similar-aged rocks in the American southwest, and a few specimens are known from the Tri-State area of Pennsylvania, Ohio, and West Virginia.

Diadectes is a member of the group Diadectomorpha, which has oscillated between being considered a member of Amphibia or Amniota. Amphibians lay their eggs in water, which then hatch into tadpoles that later undergo metamorphosis. Today this group includes frogs, salamanders, and caecilians (limbless, worm-like burrowing amphibians). In contrast, amniotes either lay their eggs on land, like reptiles and birds do today, or the embryo develops sufficiently in the mother for live birth, as in most mammals. Except in rare cases, the type of developmental pathways of fossil animals cannot be determined because they are rarely preserved with their eggs or fetuses. Paleontologists instead study a variety of preserved features to determine group membership. As an example, amphibians typically have four fingers, whereas amniotes generally possess five.

Diadectes and its close relatives were herbivorous, that is, they ate plants. Their spatulate, incisor-like front teeth project forwards and were adapted for cropping vegetation. Longitudinal, parallel striations on their broad cheek teeth suggest that Diadectes could move its lower jaw fore and aft to grind plant matter against its upper jaw teeth, a motion called propalinal.

Skull of Diadectes absitus in right lateral (= right side) aspect. Notice the forward-angled front teeth and the bulbous cheek teeth. A black pen was used to mark the boundaries of individual bones in the skull, which aided study of the animal. Modified from photo provided by Thomas Martens.

The presence of an enlarged torso and teeth adapted for grinding tough vegetation are evidence that Diadectes absitus likely consumed a diet of high-fiber plants. Animals that eat high fiber plants, such as cows, have enlarged torsos framed by a rounded rib cage to hold large guts for processing plant cellulose through fermentation by microorganisms.

Diadectes absitus lived at a time when herbivores were just beginning to evolve. One of the oldest known herbivores is the diadectomorph Desmatodon hollandi, which lived about 305 million years ago, whereas Diadectes absitus lived roughly 290 million years ago. We discovered a surprisingly high number of herbivores at the Bromacker.

Teeth of one of the oldest known herbivores, the diadectomorph Desmatodon hollandi. This specimen was discovered in Pitcairn, PA by Percy E. Raymund (Assistant Curator, Section of Invertebrate Paleontology) in 1907 and named in honor of Dr. William Holland, the second Director of CMNH. The teeth of Desmatodon are very similar to those of Diadectes absitus. Photo by the author, 2018.

A cast of the skeleton of Diadectes absitus is exhibited in the Fossil Frontiers display case in the Dinosaurs in Their Time exhibition. Be sure to look for these once the museum re-opens. And stay tuned for my next post, which features another diadectomorph, Orobates pabsti.

Photograph of a model of Diadectes absitus made by the Museum der Natur, Gotha exhibit preparator Peter Mildner. Photo provided by Thomas Martens.

Dave and Stuart excavate the fossil-bearing block (video)

Amy Henrici is Collection Manager in the Section of Vertebrate Paleontology at Carnegie Museum of Natural History. Museum employees are encouraged to blog about their unique experiences and knowledge gained from working at the museum.

#Carnegie Museum of Natural History #Fossils #Paleontology #Bromacker Quarry #Diadectes

[broomsandbrews]

The Beauty of Seasons Through my Eyes

I wake up on a hot Summer morning to the sound of the birds singing. There are just a few bubbly clouds in the bright blue sky, announcing a lovely day. I spot a butterfly. I think it's a Monarch. Funny how butterflies can't see their wings and see how beautiful they are, but yet others can. I guess we, as people, are a little like that too. I now walk to the kitchen and make some homemade iced tea with fresh lemons, adding some honey for a touch of sweetness. The sun is shining through the window, forming a pool of golden light on the hardwood floor. I do my laundry and hang my clothes on the clothing line, a warm breeze caresses my cheeks. The cotton sheets are swaying in the air; they will smell so good when they're dry. I love that linen, clean smell. The sound of the leaves rustling in the wind is delightful, as well as the calm and gentle ringing noise the wind chimes are making. I do a bit of cleaning, let the animals out so they can run in the field, and go check on my garden. I water the crops and notice they will be ready for harvest soon. I visit my barn and do some early morning chores. I then decide to get inside my greenhouse, where I tend to my plants and fresh culinary herbs. Some will pair gorgeously with today's recipe. I release a lady bug as I think that tonight will be a perfect night to light a bonfire and make some S'mores. I'll sit on a blanket under the mystical moon and the stars, sing and play guitar as I watch the embers glow. All is well. I feel peaceful.

I wake up on a cozy Fall morning and hear the sound of the rain hitting the window as well as the low rumbling of thunder. I get up, and since it's a bit chilly, I put on a knitted sweater, fuzzy socks and light some candles. I turn on an old 80's horror movie; they're my favorite. After it is over, I burn some Sandalwood incense and cleanse my crystals with the smoke. It's almost Samhain. My ultimate favorite Holiday. I put up pictures of loved ones and pets that have passed away and put them on the mantelpiece. They never really leave us, do they? I pour myself some spiced apple cider while I meditate. Then, I open the door; it's still raining, but the air is crisp and cool. I see there's a few carved pumpkins on the patio, and a bunch of Halloween decorations. Ghouls, skeletons, ghosts, witches, you name it. The trees have turned from green, to yellow, to orange, to red, a symphony of colors. I read somewhere that "Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go." I like that quote. I like it a lot. My heart starts racing as I think about going apple picking in my own backyard; Cortlands, Granny Smiths, Golden Delicious...I'm contemplating the many pies I'll be able to make with all this delectable goodness when it stops raining. Fast forward to now, it is time to go pick some tart, wild cranberries. I will also go forage edible mushrooms in the woods later, to put in my spaghetti squash dish. I can't wait to feel the crunching of the autumn leaves under my boots. I feel magical.

I wake up on a cold Winter morning and realize there's a blizzard outside. The first real snowfall of the year. There are icicles hanging from the window sill. The visibility is low, but some snowflakes are sticking to the glass; they are all unique in themselves. We should all be like the snow and beautify everything we touch. With gentleness. With kindness. With resilience. With fierceness. All I can hear are the strong gusts and howling of the arctic winds, but apart from that, everything is quiet. I suddenly get excited for Christmas, I take out some traditional decorations and dress our entire home in Holiday and Yule spirit while sipping on candy cane flavored hot chocolate and listening to old Christmas classics. I’m ecstatic to put up my Christmas tree and start decorating it with fairy lights, garlands and festive ornaments. I put chopped firewood in the fireplace and light it up; a nice, toasty feeling envelops me as I snuggle and curl up in a fluffy blanket by the flames; they're almost as warm as my heart. I take a break, write in my Book of Shadows, documenting some new spells I invented. I re-read the Harry Potter series happily until it's time for dinner. I wanna make something hearty, maybe a vegetable soup, a stew, or some pork roast, perhaps? I also bake some sugar and chocolate chip cookies in the oven, waiting for the rich and sweet aroma to fill up the cabin. I bundle up. Hat, mittens, scarf, snow pants, winter jacket and I turn into a child as I go outside and decide to make snow angels and build snowmen. Memories of childhood flood through me. My cheeks are rosy. I feel nostalgic.

I wake up on a mild Spring morning. The first thing I do is tie my hair in a high ponytail and go for a hike; the snow is starting to melt. The delicate sound of water trickling and flowing freely on the ground tickles my ears. It's like hearing a sweet, comforting song. I take a deep breath of fresh air; there is definitely a feeling of playfulness, but also revival in the air. Wildlife is not quite awake, yet, but everything slowly starts to come back to life, foreshadowing and promising the coming of warm days ahead. The flowers and branches will surely bloom in a short time. The earth scents the air with its fragrance; soon the grass will sprout, drink the rain and color the ground in its new growth, evergreen. The flowers will soon reappear; they are a reminder that everything and everyone grows at its own pace and that there is nothing wrong with it. The winds are now picking up and a wild thought crosses my mind; maybe I should fly a kite or be creative and paint, write or draw. When I get back home, exhausted but joyful, I do some light spring cleaning, and hang some bird feeders outside on the porch. I notice a few flies are starting to buzz about. I start gathering the seeds I have ordered a few weeks back, and plan out my garden. I take a trip to the nearest sugar shack and enjoy some maple toffee. It is a period of starting over. Spirits are lifted. As we see nature being transformed, let's not forget that we are being transformed, too. I feel infinite.

An original work by: @broomsandbrews​.

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[sahidchettair]

BROTHER

Brandon met Laji before he ever set eyes on Sahid. His father had invited him over, it was two months after the incarceration of his mother. And it wasn’t the first time that she disappeared behind bars, though this might very well be the last.

He was already starting to let go of the feeling of loss. She wasn’t lost to him, she had simply decided she was too loyal to her own beliefs to ask her ex-husband for help.

Brandon, however, was not.

“He can stay in the guest room, Phil,” Laji suggested, she was smiling. She was beautiful. Brandon could see why his father had fallen for her.

“It is okay, I am staying with some friends a town over. You’ve got enough on your hands with everything. But I appreciate the gesture.”

Phil beamed. “I know this might come off terrible, Bran, but you’ve grown up well. I wish I could take some pride in that.”

Brandon smiled kindly. He hadn’t seen his father since he was six or seven. His mother had thrown him out of the house because he had wanted them all to move back to Wheeler. He had fought many legal battles to win him back, but lost all of them. He bore his father no ill will, but at times wondered what life would’ve been like if he could’ve been raised by him instead.

“I am sorry for all you’ve had to go through, Brandon, but I hope you know we are here for you now. You’re welcome in our home at any time,” Laji said.

Brandon nodded. “Thank you, m-“

“Laji, just call me Laji.”

“Thank you, Laji,” Brandon repeated.

Food was served then and Brandon turned his attention back to his future step-mother. “How is your boy holding up?” he asked.

Laji sighed and cast a meaningful look in Phil’s direction. “As well as can be expected,” she said.

“It must be hard, moving so quickly after his father died.”

Laji nodded. “He is young, he doesn’t understand yet that his father won’t be coming back.”

“He’s a scrawny kid, he’ll get through it,” Phil commented.

Laji said nothing to that.

“The little bugger usually sits out in front of the house and waves at passerby’s,” Phil continued. “We’ve been trying to get him to eat more American food,” he added. “No meat on his bones. Different from you when you were young.”

Brandon nodded. He figured Sahid would have the same color skin as his mother, if so he already knew school was going to be an adjustment. It was one of the reasons his mother had not wanted them to move. ‘They’re all white, Bran, you will stand out like a sour thumb’ she would say. Brandon knew his father would’ve protected him. Like he knew his father would keep Sahid on his toes. And it was in that moment that he realised what he felt for the boy who now lived in a room that might’ve been his. Not kinship, but jealousy. The kind of jealousy that he hoped to overlook, but he knew was strong.

———

Brandon walked through the gate into the garden. He could see the shed where his father held all his tools, the trampoline that hadn’t been used in years, and his stepmother’s vegetable garden.

“Hey,” a voice came out of nowhere.

Turning back towards the house, he saw Sahid sitting on the porch. The small boy was reading a book, he sported a nasty bruise on his cheek, and seemed to be looking at Brandon with an intense gaze that he read as hostility.

“What happened to you?” Brandon asked.

Sahid shrugged. “None of your business,” the boy said. “Dad’s in the house if you need him.”

“Okay,” Brandon took two steps towards the house before his father already opened the door.

“Boy, where did you hide the hammer?”

“I put it back in the shed, sir,” Sahid answered quickly, already putting the book away.

“Go and get it.”

“Yes sir.” The scrawny twelve year old hurried from the porch and disappeared into the shed.

“What happened to his eye?” Brandon asked his father.

The features on the man’s face softened when he saw his son. “Ah, I don’t know, he hasn’t told me. Makes him look extra mean though, doesn’t it?” Phil said proudly. “He’s going to be the talk of the town at some point. His mom got him to audition for choir.”

“And that is supposed to make him cool?” Brandon asked with a grin.

Before Phil could answer, Sahid returned, the hammer in hand. He gave Brandon a dirty look and walked past him to hand the hammer to his stepfather. 

“Boy, go make us some tea,” Phil commanded.

“Yes sir,” Sahid said, picking up his book and going inside.

“I told Laji to enlist him for the army when he turns eighteen, should do him some good to get rid of his anger. She doesn’t want to, however. I can’t blame her. She never talks about her ex-husband, but I know she doesn’t want to lose the boy.”

Brandon nodded. Though he had seen the interactions between Laji and Sahid, he wasn’t sure if there was enough love there to suggest they hadn’t lost each other already.

“What was his father’s name?” Brandon asked, as he followed his father inside. He did feel some pity for the boy. But Sahid was always looking at him with his big pleading brown eyes, Brandon simply didn’t know what to do with him.

“Don’t remember, don’t care.”

——

Brandon threw the grocery bags into his car and the backpack with tools with it. He stretched his aching back before slamming the door closed. Then he heard laughter behind him that sounded familiar. He turned to see Sahid, who had grown from a scrawny twelve year old into a lean fifteen year old.

“Sahid,” Brandon said, walking towards the alleyway where his step brother was standing together with Sally and Theodore, two infamous kids from the same school. Laji had warned him about Sahid’s chosen friends. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school?”

The young adult turned with an apologetic smile. “Yeah, kind of. We have a free period,” he said, blinking those brown eyes of his.

Brandon nodded, but a lot about it seemed off. “Do you three need a ride?”

It was Sally who shook her head, chuckling. “No, thank you mister Walter, we are good,” she said quickly. “We have our bikes around the corner, Sahid will make sure we get back on time.”

Brandon nodded. He didn’t know Sahid well enough to be certain of that. A slight breeze passed through the alleyway and the scent of strong weed reached his nostrils. He looked the three over and understood. It was fine, they were all young. He didn’t need to tell his father what he had seen. “Fine, see you around, then.”

—-

Brandon sat in the waiting room, he had just gotten off of the phone with Nadia, who was going to come over as soon as possible because she decided he was in no state to drive. He felt like a wreck, his feet nervously bouncing around, his heart beating in his chest. He recalled the last thing he said to Nadia. “Don’t tell Cassie.”

A nurse walked towards him and Brandon stood up right away. She gestured to him to sit even before she was in front of him. “Mister Walter? You brought in Mister Chettair?”

Brandon nodded. “How is he?”

She sighed. “Alcohol poisoning, we emptied his stomach and are keeping him under surveillance. He’s unresponsive for now, so I suggest you go home and visit tomorrow,” she said. “Do you have someone to come and pick you up?”

Brandon nodded again. As he did she turned and left him standing there.

He wasn’t sure how long he remained standing, lost in his own world. He had always known something like this was bound to happen to Sahid. He knew his step brother was up to no good a lot. But why he had been in that trailer alone was beyond him. Perhaps his friends had ditched him.

He was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of voices, looking up to see his father, stepmother, and Nadia walking towards him. 

They all looked upset, but his father’s arm was bandaged and in a Mitella, and his head sported a large gauge. 

“Dad, what happened?” Brandon asked when they stopped in front of him. He already felt the anxiety rise in his chest. Don’t make me choose.

“Sahid happened,” Phil said.

“He attacked your father,” Laji explained.

Don’t make me choose.

“I’ve told the police that he’s here, it might be best if we leave, Bran.”

Don’t make me choose again.

“Come on, son. I can’t imagine what he put you through, let’s go home.”

Brandon was seven years old again. He didn’t want to choose between his mother and his father. He wanted both. He looked back to where the nurse had gone, then back up at his father. 

Sorry Sahid.

——

It was the sorriest image Brandon had seen of the young man all summer. Almost a skeleton now, Sahid patrolled the pit stop and gas station like a man possessed. Taking all the work he could find, fixing cars, fixing bikes, sharing numbers. 

Today was just like the others. That scrawny kid with little to no meat on his bones doing everything he could to earn his money. 

Brandon watched him talk with an older man who had just filled up his tank. Then Sahid grabbed his bag from the floor and got in. His heart sunk. He wanted to turn away and just drive home, but instead he found himself following the dark gray Sudan. 

It drove only a few miles before parking at a motel. Brandon stopped on the other side of the road. He saw the man and Sahid get out, and both walked into one of the rooms, closing the blinds.

Brandon found himself soon standing outside of the car emptying his guts. He had seen enough movies to know what that meant. He had seen his damned mother do the same thing. He got back into the car, considered his options, but eventually buried the knowledge. Buried it deep enough on his way home that it wouldn’t show itself again. Buried it so nothing would remind him of it so easily. Buried it till the day he was asked to stand trial at Sahid’s hearing.

——

Brandon had his arm protectively around Cassie, who had insisted on coming along, even though she had no idea what was happening. He was tired from talking with the judge beforehand, and from trying to resist saying exactly what his father had said. It had been a year, and despite his decision, the longer he watched Sahid from a distance, the more he found himself wishing he could find a midway. He felt pity, but despite that pity he had told the judge the truth. Despite that pity he had agreed with Nadia that they didn’t want Cassie to be around his stepbrother. Despite that pity he didn’t go against his father. 

But the pity swelled up as he watched Sahid sit down next to the lawyer assigned to him. His hair was neatly cut, he wore a suit that engulfed his frail appearance, and there were dark bags under his eyes. 

“Mister Chettair, I’ve reviewed your case. You’ve paid back the sum of money that you owed to your step-father Mister Walter on time, you’ve respected the wishes of Mister Walter and his family to keep a distance during this one year period, and you’ve not disturbed the order in any other way. However, multiple eye-witness accounts have notified me of having seen you visit the Roadside Motel with a number of different people.”

Brandon felt cold sweat run down his neck at the mention of multiple accounts of this. Had he hoped to have been the only one? Would that have made it better?

“This has created the assumption that you’ve taken to prostitution in order to make ends meet, is this true, Mister Chettair?” 

Sahid didn’t answer right away, instead conversed with his lawyer before nodding. “Yes, judge,” he said. 

The admittance was met with mostly silence, some people speaking in hushed tones, and Cassie asking Brandon what prostitution meant. He didn’t answer. 

“I will take this into account.” The judge wrote something down for a moment before turning back to Sahid. “I have also received indication that in the attempt to pay back the money every month you’ve severely underfed yourself.”

“Yes, judge.” 

“I would like everyone but the lawyers present and Mister Chettair to leave the room,” the judge said. 

Brandon ushered Cassie to her feet, something she was slow about. He knew what the judge was going to ask from Sahid, and he didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want the visual proof of his father’s wish for revenge. But he braved one last look before being the last to leave the room, watching the shirt two sizes too big fall off of Sahid’s small frame. He was reminded of the scrawny kid of twelve with the black eye and mean look. 

“Daddy, he looks sick,” Cassie said. “We should bring him to the hospital.” 

“I know,” Brandon agreed.

——

The trial didn’t end as Phillip Walter had wanted it to, but Brandon was glad for the outcome. He stood outside as his father raged at the lawyer they had hired. He took a deep breath and found Nadia’s eyes lingering on his face, he could sense the worry in them. They had agreed that Cassie was always the most important thing. She had to be protected. That included being held in the dark about this misfortunate family business. 

“It’s Sid!” Cassie yelled all of a sudden when Brandon was too busy looking into Nadia’s eyes. She broke free from her father’s grasp and ran towards her uncle, who was walking down the stairs next to his lawyer. 

When Sahid saw Cassie he immediately bent down to greet her, one knee on the ground as she threw her arms around her and pinned him down in the bearest of bear hugs. 

By the time Cassie let him go, Nadia and Brandon had reached them as well. There were tears in Sahid’s eyes, which Cassie wiped away with a stern look. “You have to eat more pasta,” she said. “You are very skinny.”

He chuckled. “You don’t like it?” he asked. 

She shook her head. “No.” Cassie turned back to her father, lips tight. “Can we bring Sahid home? I can make him pasta? And I want to watch the Lion King.” 

Brandon sighed, he could hear his father call them back behind him, and he could see the longing in Sahid’s eyes. “Not today, Cassie,” he said, taking Cassie’s hand and turning away from his stepbrother. Every step hurt though, he felt Nadia’s hand on his shoulder and knew she understood. 

“Bye Sid!” Cassie called back with a big smile. 

——

The dishes were piled up on the counter, and with Nadia having brought Cassie to bed the day before, Brandon knew he couldn’t have asked her to put them in the dishwasher. It was barely seven am and extremely dark outside. He was already wearing his Christmas sweater in case Cassie appeared that morning, a smile on his face as he cleaned away the dishes. 

A feeling of sadness reached him, and he didn’t need to look up to know Sahid was standing outside. He sighed deeply and walked out of the kitchen. He got his jacket and opened the door to step outside. 

His stepbrother was standing on the porch, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. He still looked fragile, although he had gained some pounds over the past year, his skin was healthier and the bags under his eyes had disappeared. 

“I was here yesterday,” Sahid said. 

Brandon nodded. “I know. The neighbors invited us to have some hot cocoa. You know you could’ve slept in the guest room, right?” 

Sahid nodded. “I didn’t… I didn’t know if Phil and Laji would be coming over this morning.” 

“Hm. They are, actually.” Brandon gestured to the door. “Have a cup of coffee, they won’t be here until ten.” 

“And if Cassie wakes up?”

He let out a sigh, he knew that would pose a problem but he hadn’t considered it before Sahid said it. Sahid rarely came over, and if he did, Brandon made sure either he or Nadia were around. He didn’t trust Sahid with his daughter. But he didn’t trust his daughter with Sahid either. 

“I’ll make some coffee and bring it outside,’ Brandon said. 

“Okay. Thank you.” 

Brandon went back inside. He made coffee while cleaning the rest of the dishes away. He could see the back of Sahid’s form out of the window, but his stepbrother barely moved. He wondered what the other was thinking, what was keeping his thoughts occupied. He joined him five minutes later with two mugs of coffee. 

As always Sahid didn’t say a thing, and as a result Brandon didn’t either. There was so much left unsaid between the two of them, but neither knew how to bring it up. 

“Can I come over when Phil and Laji have left?” 

“You can come by tonight, watch a movie with Cassie, she will love that.” 

Sahid smiled. “Okay, I will.” 

——

“Where is she!?” Brandon screamed. He had seen Sahid standing outside of the house, probably afraid to come nearer to it. It had been just a suggestion his father had made when coming over with Laji to help with the search. Maybe Sahid had something to do with it? Brandon remembered calling his stepbrother at some point, an hour maybe after Nadia discovered Cassie was gone. He had returned home only so he could talk to the police, he had spent hours walking around the neighborhood in the dead of night, screaming Cassie’s name, waking up all the neighbors. His house was packed by now, his father leading the search, Laji making coffee, Nadia crying. 

Fear racked through his frame and his father’s suggestion had settled in the empty spaces.

He ran at his stepbrother, grabbing his shirt in two fists. “Where is she?!” 

Sahid held up his hands quickly. “Bran, I don’t know where she is,” he said quickly. “I’ve been looking around the playground and the park, she isn’t there,” he explained. 

Brandon knew that it was the truth, but his brain didn’t want to believe him, he pushed Sahid away. “Bring her back, Sahid! Bring her back!” He could see the fear in his stepbrother’s eyes, but he didn’t cave in. 

Sahid gave him a weak nod and turned to walk away, running off to his car. 

“Bran!” Laji came outside and joined him on the lawn, she hooked her arm in his, didn’t look at her own son, instead she had only eyes for him. “Come back inside, Bran. The police will deal with Sahid.” 

As she said it two officers exited the house and passed Brandon and Laji to follow one of their main suspects. 

——

Brandon ran to the car without a second thought, threw on his jacket and ignored Nadia’s plees for him to stay. He had Sahid still on the line, or so he had thought, unaware that the call had ended. Not that it mattered, Sahid hadn’t been able to hear him. Terror gripped at his heart. 

He had never really believed his father. Phil Walter hated his stepson. Laji had no love for her own son anymore. To them it was only natural that Sahid had taken Cassie, because they read the looks Sahid had given his daughter as something predatory. Brandon couldn’t agree with that, because he saw a love similar to his own in his stepbrother’s eyes. He didn’t know how to talk with him, but he was capable of caring for him if only through how much Cassie had loved him. 

If she returned, she would want him there. 

In protecting him, Brandon was protecting the wishes of his own child. 

He thought about Cassie the whole drive, twenty minutes long he faced fear, guilt, and grief. Twice every week Brandon and Sahid went out together, handing out flyers with Cassie’s face printed on it to passerbys, hoping that her picture would make it all over the United States, hoping someone would’ve seen her. When Brandon felt down, Sahid told him to power through. They would find her. He said those things even though Brandon could clearly see in his eyes that Sahid no longer believed Cassie to be alive. 

Brandon jumped out of his car, a small crowd had gathered ten meters away from Sahid’s trailer, he saw their frightful gazes, but didn’t have time to deal with them now. Instead he stumbled through an open door and kneeled down next to an unconscious body. Gently he picked up Sahid’s fragile form, noting the blood in his ears and on his shirt, noting the dirt on his clothes. He held him close to his chest as he exited the trailer, opening the car door with one hand, and placing Sahid in the back, ensuring he was relatively comfortable. 

He called Nadia on his way to the hospital. 

“He’s bleeding,” Brandon said over the phone, his voice tight. 

“Your dad called.”

“He did this, I’m certain of it. What did he say?” 

There was a silence on the other side that almost felt touchable. “Maybe Sahid killed Cassie?”

Brandon laughed, tears streaming down his face. “You don’t believe that.”

“I don’t.” 

Brandon hung up after that. His heart was beating in his chest, he looked at Sahid through the mirror. His face looked ashen, his eyes closed, blood sticking to his ears, his hair, his neck and his shirt. He was unsure if his stepbrother was alright, he didn’t look alright. Brandon resisted the urge to call up his father, ask him what had happened. But he didn’t want to be certain of this. He loved his father, knew that if he ever needed anything he could count on him. He could count on Sahid too, however. He didn’t want to have to make that choice. Right now he needed them both. 

——

No more than a light pat on the shoulder was needed to draw Sahid’s attention. And Brandon was aware of how easily his stepbrother was startled lately. 

He sat down in front of Sahid, on the grass, watching the tired bloodshot eyes of his stepbrother regarding him with such intensity that it almost made him uncomfortable. It hadn’t been more than a month, the hearing device a constant reminder to everyone around him that this was real, this had happened. Sahid would probably never hear again. 

He handed the other a mug of coffee, not speaking. It had always been hard to talk with each other, they rarely had anything to say, but now that was even less. Brandon watched Sahid and could see how close he was to crying, constantly, every moment of the day. But he never did. It was the one thing Brandon was glad for, because whenever he felt like breaking down, Sahid would just power through, it didn’t matter what had happened and who was responsible for what had happened. 

“Have you been practicing your signs?” Brandon asked.

Sahid signed something as he put his coffee on the porch, something that Brandon couldn’t follow but figured included a whole lot of words that his stepbrother had learned. 

“Dad will come in an hour,” Brandon said.

Sahid nodded. He knew what that meant. Always the same. He could count on Nadia and Brandon, but only whenever Phil and Laji weren’t around. 

Brandon wanted to say sorry. He wanted to tell Sahid that he wished he could do more. But he couldn’t even protect his own daughter. How could he be of any use to Sahid?

Nothing now. Maybe twenty years ago when Sahid had first come to Wheeler and Brandon had grown old enough to make his own decisions. Maybe back when his stepmother had first introduced him to the scrawny boy. But he wasn’t sure if it would’ve changed anything for Sahid, everything that had happened to him was because of his own choices. 

“You can leave the mug on the porch before you go,” Brandon said eventually, and stood to walk back into the house.

#selfpara #violence tw #anxiety tw #blood tw #physical abuse tw #head trauma tw #psychological abuse tw #//I felt sad so I wrote all of this? #//this is a book #//basically #//4 thousand words of me trying to figure out Brandon

[horrorgay]

could i get some consultation on this opening part to my story.

warning: child death

Sometimes, on the East Coast, rain could be felt prematurely. Like it was just a thought on a meteorologist's mind, a heavy moment hanging in the air, dragging a stagnant lull into the afternoon. Once it finally came down, it was in sheets, soaking anyone caught outside to the bone. His parents had warned him that a summer thunderstorm was blowing in from the East, warm air from the West mixing with cool air rising from the ocean, but he had shrugged it off, plucking a raincoat from the mudroom closet and stowing it into his backpack for show. 

His mother sighed flippantly, waving her hand to dismiss him "If you're going to go, then go." She said, just barely over the sound of her phone call, on speaker phone  as usual, so she could multitask easier. She was cutting vegetables with a chef's precision, and couldn't care less if her son caught a cold from playing in the rain, if it meant he was out of the house. "Just be back by six, okay?" A few hours out in the rain. He could handle a cold, she told herself.

“Fine.” He grumbled, shoving his foot into his boots, which had been waterproofed in the spring in preparation for the humidity of snowmelt and summer afternoons, but hadn’t gotten any use. They were still a little big on him (hand me downs) and if he didn’t tie them tight enough, his ankles wiggled in them when he walked. Summer felt like it had just started, and yet it was already August. The kid had barely had any adventures, which  he’d been waiting so impatiently for all of fifth grade: the fabled summer transition from elementary to middle school.

Illness had struck him viciously at the end of the school year --  what they’d thought was just a prolonged migraine proved to be much more. He’d spent most of June in the local hospital, as adults in lab coats and drab clothing took test after test, attempting to puzzle out what was wrong with him. 

In the end, they couldn’t figure it out, but he had started to feel better, and so they released him from their clutches, giving his mother strict instructions to keep an eye on him in case he worsened again. The weeks of being kept in had made him unruly, and so she thought, just for today, he should go out and play in the rain, so she could finally have some respite from the crashing and hollering of his make believe fanatics, which carried  too easily down the hallway to her “office”. 

He didn’t know what to do with himself.

“A whole day!” He told the water that rushed in the drainage down the street, carrying debris from the earlier wind down into the sewers. “All to myself.”

 At first he thought maybe he’d go to the new arcade. One had sprung up on main street while he’d been in the hospital. His friends had spent most of their summer there, nostalgia drawing them in, even though the days of arcade hangouts were from a generation or two before them. But his friends were away on a camping trip now, and he’d have no one to play the games with, it would be pathetic. Lightning caught his attention, somewhere in the distance, in the trees up ahead. Right near the construction site for the new mall. Construction had been delayed, as the original founders had run into financial troubles in the wake of the 2008 repression. The mayor had promised them that it would be finished by mid-decade but several years had passed without so much as a construction worker stepping on site. 

It had become a hangout for all the teenagers, he knew. Chain link fences often drew them in like a moth to flame. Maybe he’d see his sister there. She was usually off on her own adventures. He’d begged her so many times to take her with him, but she’d always said no. He was sure it was because Mom had told her she’d be grounded for several weeks if she even thought about smuggling her brother out. Little body under enough stress as it was, he didn’t need scraped knees or twisted ankles. It still hurt though, sitting at home, bored out of his mind, while she got to do anything she wanted. 

If she were there, maybe he’d find her in the maze of skeleton buildings and maybe she’d let him join her. It seemed like a decent plan, and if he didn’t find her there, he would find something else to do. The air was brisk, but the drops felt warm against his face, huge, plop plopping as they splashed against his cheeks and shoulders.

It was deserted, he realized, as he maneuvered through a roughly cut hole in the chainlink. Before he had gotten sick, his sister had brought him to this part of the fence. 

“Cut this part myself.” She’d grinned. “Peeled it back like a can lid. Easy. You can’t go in though, too dangerous. Mom would kill me.”

 The site was tossed earth, and when it rained it might as well have been a slip and slide. A few feet, and his heel lost traction, making a grotesque sucking noise as the tread of his shoe lost surface tension. He threw one hand out in the opposite direction to stabilize himself and barely managed to keep his balance. Freezing, he took a deep breath, beginning to think it wasn’t the best idea to explore during a downpour. 

Blinking rain away from his long lashes, he called out. “Sawyer?” 

Maybe if she was there, he’d venture in. 

If someone responded, it was drowned out by the rain. He stood there weighing his options: continue to explore the site, inevitably slathering himself in mud and making his mother unbelievably angry, find something else to do outside (nothing, except for exploring the woods, which scared him), go inside a store and do nothing, because he had brought no spending money, or go back home and admit defeat. 

Maybe mom wouldn’t be so angry if he showed up at the front porch drenched to the bone and slick-shiny from mud. “I’ll do my own laundry, if she’s mad about that.” He muttered, lifting his right foot up and shaking it, watching glops of mud spray back onto the ground, immediately losing shape and melting into the rest. 

All he wanted was to have a proper adventure. Mom would forgive him eventually. 

Somewhere, between the bones of the building, he heard his sister shout. It was faint, but clear enough through the pitter-patter that he knew, unmistakably, that it was her. She is here, he thought, having fun without me. He grunted, and then jogged towards the construction equipment calling out her name, his boots heavy with mud, his stringbean legs hard to move. 

She responded, from somewhere in the forest of beams. “I’m over here!” Each time she shouted it grew more and more distant, jumping from right to left. He slid to a halt, frown pressing the corners of his mouth down in worry. He pulled out his iphone 4, another hand me down from his sister and sent her a text, the pads of his fingers almost numb from the cold of the rain. 

stop. i can’t run that fast. where r u.

He waited for a response, huffing out puffs of grey frustration. After a moment, he heard her laugh. “Come and find me, dork.” Clicking the phone off, he shoved it back into his coat pocket and took off again, his feet might as well have been on a paper smooth sheet of ice, as they skittered back and forth, ankles wobbling precariously in the boots. Here the rain was deterred by the criss-crossing beams above leaving the ground more solid, but it still came down onto his face, blurring his vision. 

“Come on.” She sounded only a few feet away, like she was standing behind a beam dead ahead, even though seconds ago she was from the very end of the half built enclosure. “You haven’t found me yet! This is fun!”

All at once, and like something had opened his door slowly in the middle of the night, his heart froze. There was someone standing on the other side, but he couldn’t make them out. They were blurry, confusing. Clasping his palms over his ears, he clenched his eyes shut and screamed the only thing he could think of. “Stop!” Slowly, the summer shower thinned for a moment or two, collecting the rust from the pipes above and rinsing it back into the earth. His chest heaved. “S-stop.”

He cracked one eye open, then the next, expecting some foreign copy of his sister, one that lured him into the site, to stand opposite him, but instead there was nothing but brown puddles with droplet rings patterning their surface. 

He stood for a moment longer, still waiting for something to jump out and scare him, and then sighed. Like a radio crackling on, a voice pierced his mind. 

<you.> 

“What?”

<adventure.> 

The boy’s feet could not carry him fast enough, not quickly enough home, as he fumbled through the mudpit. He tore blindly between the beams, hands splooging down into the mud when he lost his balance. His raincoat hood had fallen backwards, and he tugged it back up, smearing the mud along his cheek. Only a hundred more feet and he’d be out, back on the weed cracked road. He could not slow himself down as he barreled towards a half-built wall, wood stakes bracing up clumsy mortar and cinder blocks. His careening weight slammed against it, the force causing it’s foundation to sway and collapse into the other walls.The rest of the small unfinished building crashed down onto his small body, burying him under bricks. The rain continued into the night, still raging at eleven, when his mother finally called the police.

#a.txt #it's a spooky murder mystery #well #paranormal story #we'll see #idk if it's ok #i realize that its kinda like the opening scene of it #but the scene was so clear in my mind #i felt like it had to happen this way #and if it makes y'all feel better the rest of the story is nothing like IT #idk tho

[nigelspookerjee]

CRY💀 Thoughts💜

“Current assignment? What assignment?!” Nancy, you’re jinxing yourself already

I still remember the first time I played this game and that feeling I got when the warning comes up on the screen before everything begins. Sp00py nostalgia vibes 👻

Ned: “Hey Henry, I’m worried about you, but not worried enough to get off my ass and check on you myself. Imma send my gf instead and then bitch at her a few games later about how I never get to go anywhere.”

Not even in the house two seconds and I’m already getting attacked. Renée and Henry are the worst hostesses ever and this vacation already blows.

Nancy, you are taking a drink from someone you don’t even know; it could literally be poisonous. But go ahead, chug it anyways

Actually, if Renée just poisoned Nancy now, it would have saved her a lot of trouble in the end. Game over. Roll credits!

Henry: “maybe I should call THEM and leave THEM on hold and see how THEY like it.” Me when I’m on the phone with any customer service representative from any company ever.

Henry definitely wore eyeliner, had an emo swoop, and listened to “Ohio is for Lovers” on repeat in his angsty teenage years. But I’m not judging because honestly...same

But Henry is hot af. Broody definitely works so fucking well for him

Henry: “I come across as a little needy sometimes.” Be needy to me, Henry. Be my stage five clinger. I don’t care. Suffocate me with your broody love.

“My parents died in a car crash when I was eight.” Nancy *thinking to herself*: “damn, I didn’t even get the chance to ask him what happened to his mother.”

Henry: “no offense but are you sure you didn’t just pass out from the heat and humidity and dream that you saw this skeleton dude?” No, but in a few games further down the line, I will hallucinate seeing a ghost due to carbon monoxide poisoning. Hahahaha forshadow af.

“What was in that concoction you gave me?” You are supposed to ask this before you take a drink from a stranger, Nancy.

I. HATE. SPIDERS. ANIMATED OR NOT.

I love this game so much. The setting, the atmosphere, music, characters, storyline, puzzles, EVERYTHING.

“Finding Fish by Bill Kessler” OF COURSE BILL AND HIS NORTHERN PIKE POPS UP ONCE MORE TO HAUNT ME *eye twitches ever so slightly*

Henry: “Do you always go digging in other peoples’ fire places?” Actually, yeah. That’s how I found out some poor sap of a homeless handyman was living in the basement of the house he was renovating lol

Bruno and the Bolet family as a whole are so fascinating and I must learn everything about them

Nancy just ate a whole bunch of candy from Renée’s stash and then proceeded to vomit all over her bedroom floor. *places newspaper on top of puke and slowly backs out of the room, whispering to herself*: “I was never here...”

Ned: “it’s about time you called!” “Call again, like soon.” Um, I listen to no one or no thing, u controlling piece of cardboard

Ugh, I love Bess so much. She’s such a precious, innocent bean.

Bess is the friend who gave into peer pressure in high school: “you wanna underage drink and smoke some weed?” “Absolutely, unequivocally no.” “Come on, it’ll be fun!” “Ahhhh...okay!!”

Lamont’s Lament: Part 1

*grits teeth* these motherfucking wasps around this mother fucking tree

Henry: “Don’t worry, we got plenty of food here, beds-“ CAN I SLEEP IN UR BED? I’LL BE THE BIG SPOON!

HOTCHKISS IS BACK. SWEET AS THE SMELL OF FRIED CHICKEN!

Poor Hotchkiss has early on-set Alzheimer’s and Nancy is shaming her for it

“Sorry ‘bout your loss.” “...my loss?” Nancy, you got so annoyed that Hotchkiss couldn’t remember your name, but you can’t even remember what you said just a minute ago..pot meet kettle¿

Yeah, scurry the fuck out of my way, you hairy eight-legged motherfucker and give me my damn key before I squash you with the bottom of my shoe run away screaming like a lil bitch

Great, time to talk to creepy Gilbert and cringe as he openly hits on a girl at least 30 years younger than him. There is no May-December romance going on here, buddy.

Thanks for the gumbo, Shorty, but it does not make up for the fact you attempted to murder my best friend. And no, she has not picked those vegetables for you yet

Okay, I just laughed my ass off. After eating spicy gumbo, Bess burped out fire. I had no idea she was a dragon

I played this goddamn skeeball machine so many times. The things I do for eyeballs and Easter Eggs.

Summer, Summer, Summer. Smh. Now I ain’t sayin she a gold digger...

Henry: “I bought her a bunch of CDs to keep her occupied while I was gone.” Yeah...Summer is just gonna sit in her room, listening to the CDs you bought for her on a loop, just waiting for you to get back...

YOU DESERVE BETTER THAN SUMMER. YOU DESERVE ME.

I love Iggy so much. Dressing him up is adorable af

🎶 Bernie with a tooth so sweet. Likes marshmallows but it’s you he’d love to eat🎶 (I sang this to the tune of Brigitte’s Ballad)

Renée: “oh my, I forgot to warn you about Bernie, didn’t I?” *grins evilly* Could you contain your excitement that I was almost devoured by a crocodile until I fucking walk away?

I actually like the cemetery scavenger hunt, a lot

I love how Iggy just huffs and dips the fuck out when you dress him up as a clown. “You get nothing for this. I ain’t coming back with anything. WHO’S THE CLOWN NOW?”

Lamont’s Lament: Part 2

I seriously feel for Lamont. All he wants to do is run his curio shop in peace, and here comes this blonde twister wreaking havoc all over his night

Someone give Bess a Xanax. Poor girl is gonna have a panic attack with all of the stuff Nancy is asking her to do

Infiltrating the Jolly Rogers meeting is definitely my favorite sequence in this game

Y WOULD U CALL ME WHEN U KNOW I’M AT THE MEETING UNDERCOVER, NANCY? Thx for almost killing me, ur bff xoxo

Yup, just toss the priceless skull up to Renée like it’s a freakin’ football. You are not on the same team here, Nan.

Bernie the Immortal crocodile. Who would have thought at the beginning of the game, we’d end up with this resolution.

Hahaha of course, Lamont is out in the swamp looking for Bernie. If anyone in this game deserves the skull, it’s deff him anyways.

One of my favorite games, ever. So happy I replayed it🖤

#nancy drew #clue crew #cry #cry thoughts #nancy drew playthrough #thx for reading another long ass post #u guys are srsly gr8

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End Haven  - Chapter 2

A continuation of the first chapter of End Haven. Though I had not written it in the post, the title of the first chapter was “The Prologue.” Please continue to read and support my work!

WARNING: If YOU are easily disturbed by themes of death or the author’s inability to differentiate between a car and a truck, please read at your own peril. If you are unsure, then please read within the proximity of someone who’d be willing to comfort you. Thank you.

Chapter 2

Pieter Believes He Is Dying; He Is Not Entirely Incorrect

Frederick had driven down the same dirt road for more than fifty years.

He’d taxied for tourists, mostly, who’d thought that they could “rejoin nature” by spending a few hours in the forest, during the warmest time of the year. Please. Those people were the same that would shrink away from stories of hunting, and killing for food, and carving up the animal.

Because when your food didn’t come in a can or on a tray, you had to catch it yourself. You had to hold the knife in one hand and the beast in the other. It would look at you, showing the whites of its eyes, and the thing’s legs would spin in the dust in hopes of running away. You had to hold that knife to the vein in the neck and you’d bring your hands together, like a conductor calling for the end to a piece.

Frederick usually stopped there, as the tourists would have shrunk so far away from him that they were at danger of falling out the window. He’d actually had that happen once, to the mortification of his wife Mari. She was sensibly afraid that they’d be sued for something-or-another, but the bruised young man had actually tipped an insensible sum, “for the trouble.” For the rest of that week, Fredrick’s food did come from a can. Lucky him.

When the warm summer months ended, good business did as well. Though on lucky years, there would be some daring individuals who’d insist on being carted around over the snow. It didn’t matter to Frederick, money was what it was.

And year round, of course, he’d hold out the hope that some scientific expedition would feel adventurous enough to embark on a surveying tour across the forests. Frederick was well known in the scientific community for helping researchers in the field, though all he did was drive in the direction they pointed and ignore their advice that would have taken the vehicle directly into a bog. They were always too haughty to ask were they might begin their search for wolves, or deer, or trees, or whatever creatures they were writing papers on. And so they’d spend hours searching in the exact opposite direction then were Frederick knew they should be.

But if the scientists actually found what they were searching for, well, bully. Fredrick didn’t care; he was paid once, up front. How far into the wilderness he was expected to drive almost always corresponded to this sum.

So when his wife returned from the post office with a small fortune, enough to send their children and grandchildren to college overseas, Fredrick knew he’d have to buy another can of gasoline.

~~~~~

And so, driving down that dirt road, Frederick had expected… more. A team of researchers perhaps, all carrying their laboratory equipment, as well as survival supplies. They’d set up camp in the middle of a field, with their hulking machines and fragile glassware, and beam spotlights well into the late hours. They’d test soil samples, or capture wildlife, or experiment on vegetation. And Frederick would be there, running the researchers and their research to and from the airstrip, ready to aid in any way he could in hopes of getting another generous portion of their grant.

Or, as Mari had entertained, it would be some film director, come to shoot scenes of a movie. He would bring a plethora of servants, to apply makeup and serve dainty foodstuffs and gather the props. He would bring actors and actresses, and they would bring acting coaches and vocal coaches, and they would bring life to the small village.

The night Frederick had first imagined this, his wife had stood up from the table they had both been eating from (a young buck, freshly butchered and stewed mere days ago). She had exclaimed her imaginings while dancing about the table, in what was almost a sing-song voice. Frederick had contented himself to watching her, mesmerized by the vigor that didn’t match the couple’s aging frames, and smiling all the while, wrinkling the skin about his eyes. He loved her and she him, and they could stand the desolate land of their livelihood together.

Finally, she turned to him, a glimmer in her eyes. Her songs ceased, snapping Fredrick out of his revere.

“And perhaps,” she purred, “They will bring along a dashing young man. No, he will be the main actor, insistent on coming here. And this man,” Mari sauntered over to Frederick. “He will be filming a scene with one of his co-stars, a passionate scene!”

“Hmm?” Frederick hummed as he turned to look at his wife.

“But this dashing little thing, he cannot get into it. He feels no emotion for the people he works with, and the director, they call out ‘Cut! Please, go out onto the town and rediscover yourself!’ And that is exactly what this man will do.” Mari draped her arms over Frederick's shoulders. “He will be wandering our little town, searching for something to re-ignite himself.”

“Hm.”

“And during his wanderings, he will see it! A sight to start fire in his heart: A beautiful grey-haired woman, resting on the sill. He can do nothing but to go immediately over to the woman and proclaim his undying love, and won’t she please run away with him? And Mari will be so flattered.”

“Mm.” His grunt had taken on a moody tone.

“But she will look that sapling straight in his eyes and say “What a haughty boy! Run home to your parents now, for I already have a lover.” And Mari will show him a picture of her Fredrick and laugh in delight as he runs to the hills.” Mari planted a kiss on her husband’s brow as she said this.

“Mm.” This grunt was cheerful and pleased, making Mari laugh at her own teasing. She hugged Fredrick and they swayed there, delighting in each other.

And it was because of this that when Fredrick went to the airstrip the next week, he was straining his ears for the roar of a large plane, the kind that could carry a director and an actor and actress and servants. He leaned against his truck and searched the sky for that jet, his wiry arms crossed.

So it was when a puddle-jumper landed in front of him that he would have hardly noticed, had not the little craft made enough noise to penetrate Fredrick’s ailing ears. Angling his head down, he didn’t have the imagination for figure out this new turn of events. From there, he’d only grow more alienated to the situation.

From out of that plane would emerge the captain. Frederick was somewhat familiar with Cammie, as she had once stayed with him and his wife on particularly stormy spring, but was unaccustomed to seeing her exit her plane often. That spring was over twenty years ago, when they were both much younger, and that was the last time he’d even seen her standing. She’d normally land, get refueled by the co-pilot, and take off again, only exchanging a wave and a wink with Fredrick.

But today, Cammie was clomp-clomping down the metal stairs that connected the craft to the ground. And on her elbow clung the single most withered man that Frederick had ever seen. His first thought at the sight wasn’t one of words, but a comparison: The scene before him was like that of a herd of deer that had passed in front of his car many years ago. The strong bucks had lead the way from one stretch of treeline to another, followed by the mother does and their staggering babies. The whole scene was commonplace, but the tourist next to Frederick still leaned forward eagerly. Frederick had watched the proceedings with a detached interest for the most part, but had joined his companion when the end of the herd passed by. At the very tail, there was a buck. Not a crippled one, mind you, but a healthy buck with rippling flanks. Resting against those flanks was a second, smaller deer. It was clearly older, it’s fur streaked with gray, but what was most impressive was that one of its hind legs was twisted about itself.

So like the healthy buck that put aside its own pride to walk the herd’s cripple, Frederick saw Cammie leading a skeleton of man, whose name he would learn later, down an iron staircase, whispering encouragement.

~~~~~

“Be careful with ‘im, Checkers.”

Fredrick reflected on these words, whispered to him by Cammie. Pieter had been loaded into the backseat of the car and had already drifted away to some other realm of his own design. Cammie had nodded toward the man before smartly saluting and turning on her heel, off to give unnecessary instructions to her co-pilot. Frederick could do nothing but watch her go, feeling helpless.

At last, with a sigh pushed through his nose, Frederick climbed into his car. He started up the engine and tapped the fuel gauge. When it seems loose enough to be accurate, he turned his attention to his rear view mirror. More fiddling, and the old man came into view. He truly was an awful sight to behold, mottled with age and scared with life, thin as a winter wolf and dry as flesh in the colder months.

Frederick considered the man for a few more moments, deciding if old was sufficient to describe him. He worked his jaw as he watched the man’s mouth peel open and listened to the sounds of barely working lungs. Rattle-attle.

Finally, Frederick was moved to action. “Where do you want-”

“The forest, if you would” the man cut in. “As deep as you can go.”

“You’re the chief.” Frederick replied without thinking, using his regular phrase for receiving directions. And the drive began. Frederick chose the longest road he knew, taking straights as fast as he could and corners as slow as possible.

They passed by forests and bogs, mines and meadows, rock outcroppings and towering trees. And for the first time in forty years, Frederick dedicated part his mind to appreciating it all; his fading passenger had shown him the error of his ways. Frederick had begun to wonder about his own time, of how much of it was left, and how it would pass. So he appreciated the life of others.

He saw the dappled patterns of sunlight dancing in gossiping groups on the wildflowers, breaking through the leaves only where the wind allowed. He felt the gentle kiss of the breeze when he took the corners and blinked away the dry-eyed tears when he took the straights. There were other tears, too, tears for the birdsong that could be heard in the trees, the chirps of songbirds and rodents who were discussing the best place to find seed, root, food. Tears for the hunting eyes that scurried away from the roaring truck, and tears for the prey that would feed the squabbling offspring. There were tears for the birds that would coast, looking for those offspring, hoping to find them alone.

There were tears for the prey that had already been found, and partially eaten. Tears for the meats that lay festering in the hot sun. Tears for the flies that would delight in finding a meal at last. Tears for the little amphibians that would also delight at a meal, upon seeing the flies.

There were tears for the little old man who deserved to live because he hadn’t done anything, he hadn’t done anything but live, but was dying just for daring to live.

And it was during the early hours of the drive that, over the wind, Frederick would hear a Rattle-attle-attle, which sounded like an -a-t-l-a-t-l- to his wind-buffeted ears. He would immediately slow the car to almost a standstill, as to hear Pieter’s next words. And though he would always expect nothing more than a mutter, at most, the words would come to him as clear as glass, as light, as life:

“Stop the car, please.”

And Frederick would put the brakes on and climb out, hustle about to the other side of the car. He would open the door and hold out his elbow for Pieter to grasp in knobby hands, then slowly lift the man down.

Once on the ground, Pieter would shake and push Frederick away. The little pilgrim would teeter-totter forward, alone, and make his way over to the center of the field, the clearing, the outcropping that had caught his eye. And there he would stand, suddenly silent as death. Fredrick would stand still as well during these moments, his hands clasped in front of him. He would bow his head in reverence to… something. What so awed him about a dying man, Frederick would wonder for the rest of his life.

And Pieter would stand, considering the swaying pines, bushes, and flowers around him. He was still in those moments, but the very act of stillness built an anticipation, an sense that something was about explode out into the world from the tiny frame of the man.

But the explosion never came. Instead, Pieter would begin to sway alongside the very plants he had studied seconds before, copying their rhythm. New moments of peace had come. Then, the wind would kick up for a moment and the very highest leaves would be kicked into a frenzy. Pieter would, for a breath, attempt to copy the fury, but lose his balance and fall back. His foot would always catch him and he’d turn the fall into a trot.

And trot he would, back to Frederick and back to the car. He would be helped up and settle back into his revere, leaving Fredrick to climb back into the car and resume driving.

This happened more than twelve times that afternoon.

As the sun was setting, Pieter was almost lost to the world. Frederick was content with just driving, though. He had done so for more than fifty years and another night wouldn’t hurt him. He shifted in his seat and found a more comfortable situation, which, as anyone would know, would mean that it was the perfect time for the truck to run out of gasoline.

After the vehicle had puttered to a stop, Frederick hopped out of the car and to the boot. Rooting past rations, a hatchet, and a coil of rope, he came upon the extra can of gasoline. Hup. He brought it around the car and emptied it inside, shaking the red plastic to get every last drop out. Back around. Frederick replaced the can and shut the boot, just in time to see Pieter close the door to his seat.

“Pieter?” Frederick asked. The man ignored him and hobbled into to the treeline. “Pieter, we are out of gas,” he continued. “We must get back into the car and turn around, I’m afraid. Perhaps we can try to go further another time, yeah?”

Pieter, leaning one hand on a trunk, bent over and picked up a branch. It had come from the upper reaches of a nearby fallen tree. It was long and sturdy, almost perfect for bracing oneself on.

Rattle-attle-attle. ”If you must turn around, Fredrick, then by all means, do so.” -attle. “But I am content with going on from here.”

“But, but… how will you get back?” Fredrick could not imagine Pieter making it even one hundred paces without dying of exhaustion.

Rattle-attle. “Young man, it was never my intention to get back anywhere. This is a one way trip for me.”

Pieter tried to digest this, but found himself struggling to accept it. Though his breath quickened and he inhaled, though he flexed his vocal chords, he could not form a word. No, he could not even think.

Rattle-attle. “Tell me. Why did that woman call you Checkers?”

That was something that Fredrick could handle, something that he could understand and reply to. “During a stormy season many years ago, she and I lived together while she waited for an opening, to fly away, you see.”

Pieter nodded.

“And- and to pass the time, we would play,” Frederick’s hands when up in a shrug, then down again to pat his legs. “We would play checkers. And I, I always won, so she, Cammie started calling me… Checkers.”

Pieter nodded.

Rattle. “Take care, then.”

“Oh- okay.”

Frederick could do nothing then, but watch as the little old deer walked off into the dark woods.

And Frederick could do nothing but drive, but stare blankly ahead.

He could do nothing but park his car, just in front of his little cottage.

He could do nothing but lie down next to Mari.

He could do nothing.

He’d done nothing.

And that was Chapter Two of End Haven. I thought I’d play a bit more with imagery, and definitely abused repetition. But I enjoyed writing it (Took 12 hours and I took no breaks because masochism), all the same. And I hope you enjoy reading it!

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As always, if you know me, then you know me. And if you don’t, well, you’re at the bottom of the page already, aren’t ‘cha?

Thanks in advance!

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Iethea Worldbuilding: Geography

Another entry for WorldAnvils 2018 summer camp!

The Basin

The Iethea project is located within a large basin surrounded by mountains on all sides that form a barrier to the outside world. The mountains form a singular extensive mountain range that would take weeks to cross with peaks that are so tall, even The Missing with their extensive powers and hardened bodies couldn't survive. No one knows as to what lies beyond the unyieldingly harsh environment and few have tried to find out.

The basin itself is relatively large, taking around 3 months to walk from one side to another. It is more popular to ride on horseback, though many horses are instead utilized for pulling carriages and caravans. Efficient caravan groups, no matter the total number can cut the journey down by a month and are often safer, with hired guards.

Geography

The terrain is a varying landscape, untamed and wild. Grassy plains and soft rolling hills are a frequent sight around the basin and are common focus points for settlements. The soil is rich and fertile as well as easy to till in preparation for fresh crops. During the spring and summer months, the fields are awash with colour. Various grasses and wildflower compete in a loud array of vibrancy, accompanied with various pollinating insects, birds and mammals. Deer and wild horses graze alongside sheep and cattle, while herders keep a lazy watch nearby. As autumn washes away the summer pallet, the grass moves like waves in the cooling winds, a hypnotic view that leads into the frigid grasp of winter.

Forests make up a good majority of the basin. It is unknown how long it has been since the last occupying species and the arrival of The Missing was, but the years have certainly proved in their favour. Unobstructed by nothing but the elements, the trees have dug deep into the fertile ground, nourished by unpolluted air and water. They grew tall and vast, and even the smallest forests can take days if not weeks to pass through depending on your direction. These dense spaces take on a life of their own, the atmosphere changing in an instant. Magic has heavily imbued itself here, and it makes itself known.

You can find respite in the littering of groves and copses, providing safe spaces for fire lit camps. Grottos line the floor and in rocky outcrops. With lush vegetation, many have fallen trap to the sudden drop that surely wasn't there before. Few who travel are surprised by the skeletons that lay forgotten at the bottom, slowly engulfed by the life that brought them such fate. The entrances formed in the outcrops lead down to small caves and naturally formed pockets of water. It's a game of Russian roulette though for those who step down into the darkness. Many are occupied, none of them friendly. Despite the dangers, the forests are the best bet of survival during the winter if you can't find a settlement to belong to. The deeper into the depths you go, the more fresh meat and editable plants to be found all year round. Little snow can break through the thick canopy above, leaving the forest floor immune to the ice that covers the landscape outside.

Despite how barren the mountains are, many have been trying to make a home on the edge of the mountain range for hundreds of years. For some, the mountains are their home, for others, it is an escape from the brutality that is human nature. Yet very little grows there, and only the hardiest of animals scrape by day to day. There are, however, small valleys rarely found in the nooks and crannies of the grey stone landscape. If you can find them, with the right supplies then habitation can prevail. If the isolation doesn't drive you crazy anyway.

During the winter, the mountains become impassable from snow. When spring breaks, so do the temperatures keeping the snow in check and so begins the melts. Ice cold yet purified water makes its way to the basin below, urging life into action once more. Despite the vast amount of snow, there is minimal flooding. Though no one has found any evidence of it, it's believed that an exceedingly high volume of water ends up underground before reaching the base of the mountains. It begs the question of how vast the underground is. You know when you're reaching the edge of the basin and the start of the range thanks to the stone runs formed by the ice year after year.

The basin wouldn't be complete without the network of water that snakes its way across the landscape. From soothing brooks to rivers and even thunderous waterfalls, without any of it life would be hard to find. Shallow lagoons are perfect for grazing animals, ponds make way for small amphibians and mammals and full on lakes provide a wealth of fish. In fact, Lakewell castle is named as such thanks to the largest lake in the basin in which it backs onto. It has formed as one of the biggest opportunities to make a living there and with the right people, has formed big business in the Northern Market.

Very little is known about the underground, other than a great potential for natural resources. The only available means of reaching down below within the basin is through the Northern Mine, however, the abandoned halls from a time long gone are highly dangerous and not much beyond the first few levels have been explored.

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LUCY on PASSWORD ~ Part 1

1963-1964

“Password” is a game show created by Bob Stewart for Goodson-Todman Productions. The host was Allen Ludden, who had previously been well known as the host of the “G.E. College Bowl.” In the game, two teams, each composed of a celebrity player and a contestant, attempt to convey mystery words to each other using only single-word clues, in order to win cash prizes.

“Password” originally aired from 1961 to 1967 on CBS, along with weekly prime time airings. An additional 1,099 daytime shows aired from 1971 to 1975 on ABC. The show's regular announcers were Jack Clark and Lee Vines on CBS and John Harlan on ABC.

Two revivals later aired on NBC: “Password Plus” (originally titled “Password '79”) from 1979 to 1982, and “Super Password” from 1984 to 1989, followed by a primetime version on CBS from 2008 to 2009 “Million Dollar Password.” All of these versions introduced new variations in game play.

The theme song used on “Password” from 1961 to 1963 was called "Holiday Jaunt," composed by Kurt Rehfeld. That theme was followed later by "You Know the Password," composed by Bob Cobert, which was used from 1963 until the CBS version's cancellation in 1967 (listen above). When the show returned on ABC in 1971, Score Productions composed "The Fun of It." The theme used later in that version's run, beginning in 1974, was called "Bicentennial Funk," which was used until the ABC version's finale in 1975.

“Password” was most often taped in New York at CBS-TV Studio 52 (later converted to the Studio 54 disco) and CBS-TV Studio 50 (the Ed Sullivan Theater) until the end of the daytime run in 1967. The original CBS version made annual trips to CBS Television City during the 1960s. Mark Goodson opposed a permanent move to Hollywood so the network canceled the series.

The Milton Bradley Company introduced the first home version in 1962 and subsequently released 24 editions of the game until 1986. Owing to common superstition, these releases were numbered 1-12 and 14-25, skipping 13. It was tied with “Concentration” as the most prolific of Milton Bradley's home versions of popular game shows. Milton Bradley also published three editions of a “Password Plus” home game between 1979 and 1981, but never did a version for “Super Password.” Lucille Ball was fond of playing the home game. 

In 2013, TV Guide ranked it #8 in its list of the 60 greatest game shows ever.

“Password” ~ September 26, 1963

Lucille Ball (Celebrity Player)

Gary Morton (Celebrity Player)

[Note: No video footage of this episode was available for preview]

“Password” ~ December 26, 1963

Allen Ludden (Host)

The program is sponsored by Tame hair care products. The top prize is $500 and the consolation prize is $50.

Lucille Ball says that next Monday on “The Lucy Show” she will conduct a 45 piece orchestra. She is referring to “Lucy Conducts the Symphony” (TLS S2;E13) on on December 30, 1963.  

LUCY’S PARTNERS

James Waldo from Minneapolis, Minnesota. He is in a stock broker training program.

Mary Ellen MacInally from Tulsa, Oklahoma, is a student who plans to enter the ministry.

William Sexton from Evansville, Indiana, has been married for a year and a half.

Ralph Jones from Westfield, New Jersey, is studying mathematics at Union Junior College.

Gary Morton says that he, too, will be on “The Lucy Show,” in an episode that Lucy had written for him about his favorite sport, golf.  He is referring to “Lucy Takes Up Golf” (TLS S2;E17) airing on January 27, 1964. In it, Gary plays Gary Stewart, Lucy Carmichael's ‘golf nut’ boyfriend.

GARY’S PARTNERS

Margery Blom from New Orleans, Louisiana, is a newlywed.

Robert Davidson from Rego Park, New York, has an insurance firm in Manhattan.

Jackie Lane from Nashville, Tennessee, is enjoying her trip to New York.

Sigrid Newman from New York City is a registered nurse at the New York Hospital.

TRIVIA

In round four, the password “TINKLE” makes everyone giggle. Ludden is relieved when Jones successfully guesses it in the second try.

When the password is “PROPOSAL” and the clue is “MARRIAGE,” Lucy's mind immediately goes to “DIVORCE.”  Lucille Ball divorced Desi Arnaz in the spring of 1960.

At the end, Lucy says her son [Desi Jr.] beats both her and Gary when they play at home. Ludden makes the usual mistake of guessing that her son is named Ricky. Lucy corrects him, smiling. Ludden says that Vivian Vance has challenged Lucy to a game. Vance appeared on the game twice previously, once in 1961, and a second time in November 1963, where she likely issued the challenge. A year later (September 24, 1964 - see below), the challenge was accepted.  

THE RESULTS

Lucy and James Waldo win the first round.

Gary and Robert Davidson win the second round, despite Gary saying he’s not being sure of what several of the words meant.

Lucy and William Sexton win the third round.

Lucy and Ralph Jones win the fourth round.

“Password” ~ May 7, 1964

Allen Ludden (Host)

Bern Bennett (Announcer)

The program is sponsored by Salem Filter Cigarettes.

THE PLAYERS

Lucille Ball is introduced as the start of television, motion pictures, and the Broadway stage. She had just finished her second season of “The Lucy Show.” Allen Ludden implies that there was a question if it would be renewed for a third season. Lucy reminds the audience that the show will start at 9:00pm in the fall, a half hour later.  

Gary Morton is introduced as the star of television and supper clubs. Ludden talks with Gary and Lucy about golf, Gary's favorite pasttime.

Lucie Arnaz is from Los Angeles, California. She is 13 (in July) and in seventh grade. She doesn't know what she wants to do when she grows up.

Desi Arnaz Jr. is from Los Angeles, California. He is 11 and in sixth grade and plays little league baseball.  He is a center fielder but would like to play second base.  

In round one, Lucy's partner is Desi Jr. and Gary plays with Lucie.

In round two, Lucy's partner is Lucie, and Gary plays with Desi Jr.

In round three, Lucy's partner is Gary, and Desi Jr. and Lucie play together. The children are playing for their allowances; a quarter a point.  

TRIVIA 

This episode was taped in at CBS Television City in Hollywood.

In round one, the password is “LEOPARD” and Lucy's clue is “STRIPED.”  She instantly realizes her mistake, as does the studio audience.

When the password is “HARP,” Desi Jr.'s clue is “MARX”, thinking of Harpo Marx, who made a guest appearance playing his namesake instrument on an episode of “I Love Lucy.” The audience audibly gasps at how clever Desi's clue is. Gary gets it right.

In the lightning round, the password is “THUNDER” and Gary's clue is “LIGHTNING,” to which Desi Jr. says “ROUND.” Ludden stops the clock, momentarily confused if Desi is just repeating the name of the game. In that same round, the password is “COWBOY” and Gary's clue is “GUNSMOKE.” Desi responds “CHESTER,” which is the first name of one of “Gunsmoke's” leading characters played by Dennis Weaver.

In the final round, the password is “CARROT” and Desi's clue is “RED.” He was probably thinking of his mother's hair, not the vegetable.

THE RESULTS

Lucy and Desi Jr. win the first round.  

Gary and Desi Jr. win the second round.

Lucie and Desi Jr. win the third round.

All their winnings will go to a summer camp for underprivileged children.

In the final moments, Ludden says that Mr. and Mrs. Jimmy Stewart will be on the show next week.  He gives a plea for helping the Peace Corps.

“Password” ~ September 24, 1964

Allen Ludden (Host)

Jack Clark (Announcer)

The program is sponsored by Salem Filter Cigarettes.

THE PLAYERS

Lucille Ball is introduced as the comedy star of television, motion pictures, and the Broadway stage. Lucy says the new time slot for “The Lucy Show” is 9 o'clock and that Vivian Vance is still with her on the show. She also mentions future guest stars like Jack Benny, Bob Hope, Danny Kaye, and Ann Sothern. The show's third season premiered three days earlier on CBS with “Lucy and the Good Skate” (TLS S3;E1).  

Lucy's first partner is James Horn from Hubbard City, Texas. A student, he spent the summer working at the Texas Pavilion at the New York World's Fair. Ludden says that the most popular day at the fair was 'Lucille Ball Day.' The event was held on Monday, August 31, 1964.

Lucy's second partner, Vivian Vance, is introduced as “a housewife from Stamford, Connecticut.” This is indeed where Vance was living at the time, commuting to Los Angeles to do “The Lucy Show.” Vance's appearance is obviously a complete surprise to Lucy, and even to Morton, who is just as shocked to see her. She is playing for a charity called Medi Help.

In round three, Lucy is partnered with Peter Lawford and Gary with Vivian.

Gary Morton is introduced as the star of television and supper clubs. Gary promotes their 15-minute CBS radio show “Let's Talk To Lucy.”  As Lucy tells listeners, “Don't boil water or you'll miss it.” Morton is the show's producer and announcer. Dean Martin, Mrs. Dean Martin, Red Skeleton, Mrs. Red Skeleton, Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye are some of the upcoming guests.

Gary's first partner is Kelly Brummer from Denver, Colorado. She is a student with a merchandising major and a French minor, which confuses Lucy.

Gary's second partner is Mr. Peter Lawford. At the time, Lawford was married to President Kennedy's sister, Patricia. Lawford had an uncredited role (voice over) in the 1945 film Ziegfeld Follies that starred Lucille Ball. He often appeared on Goodson-Todman's other panel shows “What's My Line?” and “To Tell the Truth.” His winnings will go to the Kennedy Library.  

TRIVIA

Trying to get her partner to say “FRECKLE” Lucy is chastised by Ludden to “watch her gestures.” Gary uses the clue “DAY” to get his partner to guess it, to no avail. He is referring to the popular singer and actress Doris Day, who famously had freckles.

As usual, Lucy is startled by Ludden's “Yes!” when she gets it right.  

When the password is “DRAPE” and the clue is “CURTAIN,” Lucy sings a bit of “Everything's Coming Up Roses” from the 1959 Broadway musical Gypsy: “Curtain up, light the lights...”  

During Vivian's entrance applause she and Lucy exchange some barely audible chat: 

Lucy: (to Vivian) “What a wonderful surprise. I was calling and wondering why you weren't home.” Vivian: “I wanted them to introduce me as Mrs. John R. Dodds.”  [Vivian's husband at the time.]

When the password is “PANTS,” Gary gives Lawford the clue “STRETCH” and he guesses correctly. Lucy says she would have thought girdle.

Ludden: (to Vivian) “Does Lucy have a lot of stretch pants?” Vivian: “Yeah.” Lucy: (chiding Vivian) “Don't tell him everything!”

As usual with Lucy, Ludden has to admonish her for gesturing too much.

Ludden: (to Lucy) “Watch those hands!” Vivian: “Oh, she cheats!” (laughs)

While Lawford is thinking about a clue, he tuts at Lucy and Vivian, thinking they are cheating.

Vivian: “Oh, no!  She said I look thinner. We didn't say a word about what was here.” (referring to the word card)

Ludden stops the clock momentarily when Gary inadvertently says the password during the lightning round.

When the password is “FEMININE” and Lawford's clue is “MASCULINE,” Lucy guesses “VERILITY” and then makes a lewd gesture thrusting forward her stiffened arm and clenched fist. She immediately softens it. In a previous appearance she gave her husband the middle finger!

THE RESULTS

Lucy and James Horn win the first round.

Gary and Peter Lawford win the second round.

Gary and Vivian win the second round.

Ludden closes by promoting that Mr. and Mrs. Jimmy Stewart will be his next celebrity guests.

“Password” ~ November 12, 1964

Allen Ludden (Host)

The program is sponsored by Clairol and Bufferin.

THE PLAYERS

Lucille Ball says “The Lucy Show” is on at a new time, 9:00pm. She promotes that later in the season, for three episodes, Ann Sothern will appear. Lucy says that they are trying to get Jean Arthur to guest star.  [This never happened.]

Gary Morton promotes Lucy's radio show, “Let's Talk to Lucy.”

Lucie Arnaz is 13 years old and in the 8th grade.

Desi Arnaz Jr. is 11 and a half years old. He has a new record out for Reprise Record with Dino Martin and Billy Hinsche.

For round one, Lucy and Desi Jr. are partners against Gary and Lucie.  

For round two, Gary and Desi Jr. are partners against Lucy and Lucie.

For rounds three and four, Lucy and Gary are partners against Desi Jr. and Lucie.

TRIVIA

When the password is “FLEA,” Desi Jr. mistakenly thinks it means “RUN.” He realizes his error in the second clue, which he gives as “DOG.” Lucy says “We're going to have spelling lessons when we get home.” Lucy and Desi Jr. win the round. 

In the lightning round, Desi Jr. is startled by the word popping up from the desk. It quickly goes back in and pops back up again. 

While Lucy and Desi are playing, Gary unwittingly says the last clue “HUNGRY” even though he is not playing. Ball momentarily shoots her husband the middle finger!  [see above photo]

In round two, Ludden starts with the wrong team and shouts “Cut! Cut!” after hearing a voice from the booth. It is unclear whether this was edited out for broadcast, but was left in for the syndicated master print seen on the Game Show Network (GSN).  

Mother and daughter win round two. This time it is Lucille Ball who is startled by the pop-up lightning round passwords.

In round three, Lucie and Desi Jr. are playing for their allowance: 25 cents for each point they earn. Ludden says that they did this the last time they were on. Lucy says if they win too much, they can't have it all at once. The youngsters prevail.

Time runs out before the end of round four, but Lucy and Gary win $250 for their charity anyway. Lucy announces that all the prize money will go to a Child Guidance Center in Los Angeles. 

The announcer promotes that Steve Allen and Jayne Meadows will be next week’s guests. Promoting Desi's upcoming record Ludden says the titles are “We Know” and “Since You Broke My Heart” although Ludden mistakenly says “Your Heart”. Desi quickly corrects him. Although Desi said earlier that the record due to be released soon, Desi failed to realize that the program was pre-taped and would air ten days after the single debuted.

Coming Next!  LUCY on PASSWORD ~ Part 2 (1965-1987)

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Name: Dr. Hofnarr Tricky

Alias: The Clown, DJ TrickyM, TriKurrDurr (Internet Username),  UNSTOPPABLE NEVADEAN CHAMPION

Gender: Male.

Age: Unknown/Deceased (Zombie)

Species: Zombified Grunt, Demon (Hellclown), Skeleton (Expurgation)

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: Reality altering, super speed, super strength (mainly in demon form), high jumping, teleportation, hand to hand combat skills, weapon and firearm combat skills, ability to create a seemingly endless supply of minions (Expurgation only), Fire breathing (Demon form), floating (Expurgation mainly), Body switching with minions (Expurgation), (and more not listed cause I’m lazy and there’s so much clown can do)

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Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Doesn’t care

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride/ sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English

Parents: Unknown

Legal Guardian: None

Siblings: None.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other

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Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic/ curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other (Depicted red or orange.)

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other (Form dependent. Can’t normally see them. White in demon form. Red in Expurgation.)

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other (Green. Red in Hellclown.)

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot  / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds /above 250 pounds

Scars: Has the usual decaying zombie flesh if that counts

Body mods: None.

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Dogs or Cats? Birds or Hamsters? Snakes or Spiders? Red or Blue? Yellow or Green? Black or White? Coffee or Tea? Ice Cream or Cake? Fruits or Vegetables? Sandwich or Soup? Magic or Melee? Sword or Bow? Summer or Winter? Spring or Autumn? The Past or The Future?

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Are you Looking for a Port to Sail to the Maddalena Archipelago? The Cannigione Marina is for you!

The Cannigione marina is a consortium made up of 5 companies that manage the numerous piers and provide a series of equipment also for winter activities on land.

CONTACT US FOR YOUR CHARTER IN CANNIGIONE

The structure is dedicated to both tourist and commercial pleasure and is among those able to offer the widest and most complete range of services for boating in northern Sardinia. Its geographical position is above all strategic for navigating towards the Costa Smeralda, Gallura, and more generally the entire Sardinian island.

How to reach Cannigione? Where is this marina located?

Cannigione is located in the north of the Italian region of Sardinia and precisely in Gallura, an ancient province now well known as the home of the Costa Smeralda, a wonderful coastal stretch overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea very close to the archipelago of La Maddalena, renowned for the colors of the sea and its pristine beaches.

Cannigione overlooks the Gulf of Arzachena and is very close to other very chic local marinas such as Porto Cervo, Portisco, Porto Rotondo and Golfo Aranci.

This port is easily reachable from Olbia Costa Smeralda Airport is about 30 minutes by car driving to the north. Alternatively, you can always reach the port city of Olbia by ferries that connect it daily to the rest of Italy, as well as to Corsica and the south of France.

What is the best port of embarkation for the Emerald Coast?

The ideal starting point for the Emerald Coast, in North Sardinia, is the marina of Cannigione.

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What services does Cannigione’s marina offer?

The Marina di Cannigione tourist port is one of the best equipped and organized on the Costa Smeralda. It boasts 400 berths for boats up to 25 meters in length and depths on the quay up to 4.5 meters deep.

The quay is equipped with columns for electricity and water supply, while the services include a restaurant, a bar, a laundry, a pharmacy, an ATM, and a car rental.

This marina is also equipped with a shipyard complete with cranes for any boat intervention.

VIEW ALL THE BOATS BASED IN CANNIGIONE

What could be a boat itinerary starting from Cannigione?

Your Boat Holiday boasts an excellent knowledge of the Costa Smeralda and has gained great experience in chartering boats in Sardinia thanks to the many customers who have relied on us for the organization of their charter boat holidays.

What could be a possible sailing itinerary from Cannigione to the Emerald Coast?

A sample 7 days boat itinerary from Cannigione to the Emerald Coast: – Day 1: from Cannigione to Santo Stefano island – Day 2: from Santo Stefano to Palau – Day 3: from Palau to Spargi island – Day 4: from Spargi island to Santa Teresa di Gallura – Day 5: from Santa Teresa di Gallura to Pink beach (Budelli island) – Day 6: from Budelli island to La Maddalena Island – Day 7: from La Maddalena island to Caprera island – Day 8: back to Cannigione marina

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Here is one of the possible itineraries:

Day 1: from Cannigione to Santo Stefano island

With an area of only 3 square kilometers, it is one of the smallest islands in this archipelago and is located halfway between the Sardinian coastal city of Palau and La Maddalena island.

Considered one of the most beautiful landscapes in the world, Santo Stefano island, with its 50 hectares of unique nature, is the ideal place for a holiday of pure relaxation. The colors of the sea, ranging from turquoise to blue, blend with the warm pink of the granite rocks. 

A rugged coastline, constantly caressed by the breeze and its small white sand beaches makes this place a natural masterpiece.

Guests love to visit the Cala Fumata bathing establishment while the most beautiful panoramic view is observed from the Punta dello Zucchero (101 meters).

  Day 2: from Santo Stefano to Palau

Palau is a small village born in the late nineteenth century and inhabited by a few thousand residents in winter but capable of welcoming thousands of tourists during summer, thanks to its strategic position for visiting Costa Smeralda and the Maddalena archipelago.

Clubs, lights, and events animate the summer nights of this village especially in the port area while, near the town, a natural sculpture appears shaped by an artist. It is the famous rock of the Bear, a symbol of Palau, with its head facing the sea.

Day 3: from Palau to Spargi island

Uninhabited due to its rugged nature, it has an almost circular shape with few inlets and numerous sandy bays. Spargi rises in front of the western coasts of La Maddalena and is the third-largest island in the archipelago national park with an area of over four square kilometers. A little to the west emerges the rock called Spargiottello, a diving paradise. 

The island depths are all surprising: great submerged attractions are the shoal of Washington, off Punta Zanotto and the wreck of Spargi, a Roman cargo ship (35 meters long) from the 2nd century BC, found in 1939 in the Corsara shoal. Part of the cargo is exhibited at the Nino Lamboglia museum in La Maddalena town.

Day 4: from Spargi island to Santa Teresa di Gallura

The sea is the undisputed star of Santa Teresa Gallura, a small village of about five thousand inhabitants, which in summer is filled with thousands of tourists, who enliven it with aperitifs in trendy bars and live music. The town follows the sinuous course of two inlets. To the east Porto Longone, where the tourist port is located, to the west the bay of Rena Bianca, an expanse of fine sand with dazzling colors, a few steps from the main square of the town. Its clear waters enchant with a thousand shades, several times awarded with the European Blue Flag. It is controlled from above by the impressive Longosardo tower, built at the behest of King Philip II of Spain.

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Day 5: from Santa Teresa di Gallura to Pink beach (Budelli island)

Budelli island’s Pink beach, one of the most beautiful beaches in the world, alone is worth the effort of navigating up to here. It owes its name to the color of the sand, rich in tiny coral fragments and shells that give it this spectacular color.

Since 1998, rules have been introduced for the integral safeguard of the beach which has therefore been closed to the landing, bathing, and anchoring of all types of boats. Therefore it is necessary to disembark in a nearby bay and then reach it on foot. 

You will find yourself in front of clear waters that break on the reddish shoreline and, behind it, the Mediterranean vegetation offers bright colors.

Day 6: from Budelli island to La Maddalena Island

La Maddalena is the largest of the archipelago’s islands and it bears its name. It has a triangular shape and almost 45 kilometers of generally high and jagged coasts and rich vegetation made of berry trees like the characteristic myrtle. The diffuse reddish rocks color together with the clear water create a continuous and fascinating color contrast. The highest point of the island is Monte Guardia Vecchia (156 meters) which is accessed via a road offering excellent views.

Due to the coasts nature, there are many small coves, among these, we point you out:

Cala dello Spalmatore, located to the north and rich in granite formations;

Cala di Abbatoggia, located to the north and formed by granite cliffs and small sandy stretches, still preserves an uncontaminated environment;

Cala di Giardinelli, located on the island’s eastern side and sighting Caprera, is full of spectacular granite formations.

Day 7: from La Maddalena island to Caprera island

Caprera is the Maddalena archipelago’s second-largest island, as well as a completely protected area. The eastern part is hardly practicable, shielded by pink granite rocks, steep and covered with Mediterranean scrub. This characteristic meant that in 1982 the island became a nature reserve.

Among the unmissable bays, there is certainly Cala Coticcio, the ‘Sardinian Tahiti’ which for its beauty is absolutely worth visiting. In the south-eastern part, you cannot miss Cala Dei Due Mari, one of the pride of the island, where clear water bathes both sides of the inlet. Or the splendid beach of the Relitto, characterized not only by white and thin sand but also by the skeleton of an ancient ship on the shore.

Day 8: back to Cannigione marina

We return to the Cannigione Marina where we end our fantastic itinerary!

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