Frog And Cranberries It Must Be Fall.

Frog and cranberries it must be fall.

Hey

My name is Calvin Phil. I'm a queer refugee originally from Uganda, but I'm currently living in a refugee camp called Gorom in South Sudan. I came across your profile and felt compelled to reach out, though I know it might feel a bit random. I’m really sorry for reaching out like this; it's embarrassing, and I hate to ask for help in this manner. I hope you understand.

I represent a group of fellow LGBTIQ refugees here, and we are facing some serious issues that I wanted to share with you in case you're able to help or know someone who can. We are currently in urgent need of support for survival. Many of us are starving, with no access to food or medication, and some are living with HIV/AIDS. The situation is extremely dire, and on top of that, we face daily persecution, as Sudan's laws against the LGBTIQ community are harsh and unforgiving.

Any support or help for our cause would mean the world to us in these desperate times. If you're unable to donate, sharing this with others would be immensely appreciated.

GoFundMe Link:

https://gofund.me/4d80b32c

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope to hear from you soon.

Best regards,

Calvin Phil

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Duskull — S&V Shrouded Fable #68

Illustrated by: James Turner

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So I did a thing.

I've decided to write a Splatoon Fanfic centered around one of my Main OCs.

I really suck at writing, and I don't expect this to gain any attention, but... here goes.

ᛍᛁᛜ ᚤᚮᚢᚱ ᛚᚢᛚᛚᛆᛒᚤ

(Sing Your Lullaby)

Part 1: "How did I get here?".

Chapter 1: "Exhale Slow."

    As I stepped out of the dark cave into the scorching, early morning sunlight of the outside world, I had only one thought on my mind.

    'Don't get caught.'

    The cave, which had been my home for the past seven years, was now completely devoid of my belongings, which had been slung across my back in a desperate attempt to carry them with me.

    I quickly scanned my surroundings. As far as I could see, there was nothing but sand, rock, and some kind of upside-down tower in the distance, near a massive crater.

    And the sand.

The sand beneath my feet was hot enough that I could sense it through my shoes.

    A normal Inkfish would have screamed the moment they felt it. A normal Inkfish would have had at least enough sanity to not be walking in the desert in the first place.

    But I wasn't a normal Inkfish.

    So I gritted my beak and continued on.

    As I walked, I could feel sweat soaking through my entire outfit, which consisted of:

A hood over my head

Dark goggles covering my face

A bandana covering my nose and mouth

A dark colored, long sleeved shirt

Thick black gloves over my hands

Incredibly baggy, dark colored cargo pants

Black boots (that were horrible at protecting my feet.)

    Combined with the stiff air, hot sun, hot sand, and an outfit that wasn't exactly recommended for the heat, it felt like nothing but a never-ending trek through hell.

    I walked for what felt like days, until finally, just as the sun reached its highest point, I saw the train station in the distance, about four yards away.

    I immediately ran toward it, nearly gasping

    for air under my bandana.

    I showed my ticket to the Octoling at the station, who was playing some type of card game with two other Octolings. He took it, hole punched it, then handed back to me. He cast a suspicious look at my outfit but didn't ask questions. All he did was nod toward the train briefly, then got back to his card game.

    Bitch.

    I ignored him, stepped onto the train, and exhaled a slow sigh of relief, just as the doors closed behind me.

Hopefully you somewhat enjoyed that. Next chapter will come out next week.

(If I don't lose my nerve-)