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this may shock the viewer but I actually do prefer the temporary violence the bourgeoisie will suffer in the event of a revolution over the unending and worse violence the working class suffers every day just to maintain the status quo
Is anyone else so angry at themself for all the time you've wasted not being yourself? I'm looking back to my days of perfectionism and academic validation, and I'm so pissed that I let myself go so low to just feel important. I've always been important. And it sucks that I took so long to figure it out.
We need a full series of zombie and oblivious teen. I loved this
Brain Curd #155
Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!
A cold wind blew on an uninhabited car-clogged street. Leaves piled up against the side of an abandoned minivan whose hazard lights still flashed, days later. It was the apocalypse, and Madison needed to charge her phone.
The battery was entirely dead from doom scrolling, and she knew her mother must be worried sick. So she went from door to door, knocking, charging cable and brick in hand. Nobody seemed to be answering.
She arrived at the front porch of 155 Gopher Avenue and knocked on the front door. Once again, it sounded like no one was home. She sighed, pulled her cardigan over her chest, and began to walk away, but stopped short as a crashing noise came from inside.
The door opened, creaking, and standing in the doorway was a tall man, hunched over a bit, with pale skin and a vacant expression. He stared at her and drooled.
“Oh, hello sir! I was wondering if it would be okay if I plugged my phone in for just a few minutes so I can call my mom?”
“Errraaugh?” He asked.
“It’s got fast charging so I can be out of your hair in ten minutes.”
“Ourrgh.”
“Thank you so much!” She brushed past him and made her way to the nearest outlet. “What’s your name?”
“Aurrghhhun.”
“Oren? Thank you so much for the help, Oren. My name is Madison.”
Oren shambled over to the couch and collapsed onto it as Madison perched her phone atop the power brick. Already it was at five percent.
“I’m not from around here. I came to visit the university to see if I want to go here, and I got stranded when the train lost power. I’m just gonna call my mom and see if she can pick me up.”
“Brrraaaaainns?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty smart, I guess. I have a 3.6 GPA. But I’m a little bummed out because I didn’t make it into my dream school.”
“Urgh?”
“Yale.” She checked the charge on her phone. Ten percent. She held down the power button. “But it’s like, whatever. I didn’t want to go so far away from home anyway.”
Oren’s stomach grumbled. He took a bite of the couch and chewed it like a cow chews grass.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to eat that…”
“Grrrraugh!”
“You’re right, sorry, it’s your couch and you get to decide what to do with it.”
“Graughgh.”
Her phone came to life and she tapped her mom’s contact. The phone rang. Madison smiled at Oren, who had memory foam bits running down his chin.
The ringing stopped. “Madison? Madison! My poor baby! Are you okay?!?”
Madison chuckled. “I’m fine, Mom. This nice man let me charge my phone at his house. Can you come get me?”
The sound of a shotgun blast reverberated through the phone. “I’m a little busy at the moment, dear. And my car is blocked into the driveway.”
“Dennis parked his car in front of our driveway again?”
“Yea, but I can’t ask him to move it this time.”
“Why not?”
“I just shot him.”
“Geez, Mom…” Madison scratched her head. “Doesn’t that seem kinda harsh?”
Distant from the microphone, Mom screamed out, “Oh shit! He’s still alive!” and fired off two pistol shots. She picked the phone back up. “Listen, I’ll see if I can find his keys and move the car myself, okay? Get somewhere safe and we’ll figure out a way to get you home.”
“Thanks, Mom. I love you!”
“I love you too, honey.” The call ended.
“Ruaaagh!” Oren pouted.
“I know, it’s been ten minutes already. But can I just have a little more time to get up to eighty percent? It’s only seventy right now.”
Oren let out a deep, guttural groan and slumped into a groove in the couch cushion.
“How about I make you breakfast as a thank-you?”
“Reh.”
To be concluded in Brain Curd 157 on Wednesday. Don't miss it!
Hope to see you soon, but not really
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The music in a dancer's head never stops. Adya's never did, at least. Why would it? Why would she be ashamed of the vibrance that flowed through her like blood?
The dusty record shop on 5th Avenue reminded her of it. The dim lighting, wilted shelves, and ancient cashier were all lessons in the immortality of true passion.
Peace was too harsh of a word for a feeling so tender. Until the store bell rang.
The hair on her arms stood and she tensed instinctively in the silence. His thundering footsteps were hard to mistake.
"Hey, Addy." She turned. He offered a lopsided, quiet grin.
"Salem," she replied. Her heart sank. She wasn't sure which feeling would hurt more, sadness or anger.
"So... You still collect these things?" he asked awkwardly, gesturing to the boxes of discarded vinyls.
"I don't see why else I'd be here," she said pointedly. He flinched. "Unless you think I'd be fond of running into you?"
"I'd hope so?"
"That's unfortunate. I'm afraid you've become delusional."
He sighed, running his hand through his greasy, black hair. "Adya, I'm sorry. I know I messed up."
"Messed up? Is that it?" she laughed bitterly. "I trusted you and you used that trust to hit me where it hurt most."
"I know, I know. I shouldn't have done that but--"
"But what? Salem, just because all your high and mighty friends turned out to be frauds, doesn't mean you get to waltz back into my life like nothing happened!" she snapped. Her voice echoed in the empty shop. The cashier snored louder.
His face fell. "I just miss you. Miss what we had. Our friendship," he murmured pleadingly.
She snorted. "I knew you would eventually. I'm glad you're sorry. And I hope you find yourself good friends again. But you're not going to find it in me."
"Adya..."
"No. A sorry is never going to atone for the toll your words took on my life. A sorry isn't going to fix anything, Salem," she spat, jaw clenched.
"I hope to see you around, but I hope I never recognize you when I do."
"Adya, stop! Please!" he cried, reaching for her.
But she already slipped away. She was already out the door. And all he could do was stare as the best part of his life left him alone.
Writing prompt from @arina_writes on tiktok BTW ❤️
Hope to see you soon, but not really
.
The music in a dancer's head never stops. Adya's never did, at least. Why would it? Why would she be ashamed of the vibrance that flowed through her like blood?
The dusty record shop on 5th Avenue reminded her of it. The dim lighting, wilted shelves, and ancient cashier were all lessons in the immortality of true passion.
Peace was too harsh of a word for a feeling so tender. Until the store bell rang.
The hair on her arms stood and she tensed instinctively in the silence. His thundering footsteps were hard to mistake.
"Hey, Addy." She turned. He offered a lopsided, quiet grin.
"Salem," she replied. Her heart sank. She wasn't sure which feeling would hurt more, sadness or anger.
"So... You still collect these things?" he asked awkwardly, gesturing to the boxes of discarded vinyls.
"I don't see why else I'd be here," she said pointedly. He flinched. "Unless you think I'd be fond of running into you?"
"I'd hope so?"
"That's unfortunate. I'm afraid you've become delusional."
He sighed, running his hand through his greasy, black hair. "Adya, I'm sorry. I know I messed up."
"Messed up? Is that it?" she laughed bitterly. "I trusted you and you used that trust to hit me where it hurt most."
"I know, I know. I shouldn't have done that but--"
"But what? Salem, just because all your high and mighty friends turned out to be frauds, doesn't mean you get to waltz back into my life like nothing happened!" she snapped. Her voice echoed in the empty shop. The cashier snored louder.
His face fell. "I just miss you. Miss what we had. Our friendship," he murmured pleadingly.
She snorted. "I knew you would eventually. I'm glad you're sorry. And I hope you find yourself good friends again. But you're not going to find it in me."
"Adya..."
"No. A sorry is never going to atone for the toll your words took on my life. A sorry isn't going to fix anything, Salem," she spat, jaw clenched.
"I hope to see you around, but I hope I never recognize you when I do."
"Adya, stop! Please!" he cried, reaching for her.
But she already slipped away. She was already out the door. And all he could do was stare as the best part of his life left him alone.
Writing prompt from @arina_writes on tiktok BTW ❤️
Anybody wanna be young again to see with clear eyes, and not miss the sound of the music you lost?
Anybody wanna be young again to see with clear eyes, and not miss the sound of the music you lost?
I try my best to be active lol ✨
Tumblr...do your thing and connect me with other writers ❤️
(Please reblog if you're an active writing blog)
NEW BEGINNING EACH MONTH
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Promises were broken. Her heart sank. The whispers only got worse with time. There was no cure for a madwoman. That much was widely known. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling from her bones.
The visions still plagued Akirah nightly. She knew it by heart, expected it the moment she shut her eyes. A man made of ice. His translucent skin. His terrifying grin. And his... Oddly loving eyes.
In these dreams, he would smile at her. Say her name with a certainty nobody else had. Her pot burst.
She yelped in pain, clutching her bleeding palm. "Irerius," she muttered, wincing. She felt slightly dizzy.
A cold hand clasped hers, soothing her burning skin. She looked up, her eyes watery. "Darling, what do you do to yourself," the man from her visions sighed.
She stared at him, mind hazy. "I wasn't paying attention."
He pursed his lips. "Visions again?" he pushed gently. She nodded. "Very well. It is a new month after all," he said nonchalantly. Tears fogged his eyes but he swallowed. She tilted her head at him.
"Who... Who are you?" she asked suddenly. Her wounded hand trembled.
He spared her a sorrowful glance. "I'm Irerius, my love. And I promise to take care of you."
Her heart pounded, yet she couldn't help but smile giddily. "Are you going to marry me?" she giggled.
"A million times if I need to," he assured lovingly. The man of ice and the madwoman paid no mind to the pictures hung about their home.
He wouldn't say they already married a year ago. He wouldn't say she was cursed to forget him. All he'd say is that he loved her. And deep down, he knew the madwoman loved him as much.
Writing prompt from @arina_writes on tiktok <3
Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging
Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.
Hello, loveliest people <3. I don't know how many people will see this post but I wanted to at least try to help this angel up above. Being a student, I don't personally have funds to help. If you do and are willing to donate, you'll find the GoFundMe link in their pinned post 💓
Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging
Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.
Hello, loveliest people <3. I don't know how many people will see this post but I wanted to at least try to help this angel up above. Being a student, I don't personally have funds to help. If you do and are willing to donate, you'll find the GoFundMe link in their pinned post 💓
Dear future lover,
Love is art
Laughter is music
And your name, my heartbeat.
I cry at pretty things
Witty words
And silly songs,
The footprints of humanity engraved in my soul.
I like the way rain falls
Or when wind hits my face,
When the sun shines just right
And when blankets keep out the cold.
I love gazing at stars,
Running barefoot in the grass
And pretending that fairies hide in mushrooms and flowers.
When I walk through the streets
And see the paw print of a dog
Or a dandelion growing between the cracks of the cement.
When I remember the way the earth spins
And the moon follows
And the way stars shine so bright.
When I hold dirt in my hands,
Or when I rub my face,
Or remember people long ago lived a life so similar to mine.
When I pluck a flower,
Throw a kiss to the sky
And feel the past dancing around my feet,
Dear Mother Nature hanging up the future overhead.
I collapse of joy into your arms,
And you hold my world of thoughts.
So when you love me,
True and dear,
Remember I'm not just a person
But an everloving being.
Dear future lover,
Love is art
Laughter is music
And your name, my heartbeat.
I cry at pretty things
Witty words
And silly songs,
The footprints of humanity engraved in my soul.
I like the way rain falls
Or when wind hits my face,
When the sun shines just right
And when blankets keep out the cold.
I love gazing at stars,
Running barefoot in the grass
And pretending that fairies hide in mushrooms and flowers.
When I walk through the streets
And see the paw print of a dog
Or a dandelion growing between the cracks of the cement.
When I remember the way the earth spins
And the moon follows
And the way stars shine so bright.
When I hold dirt in my hands,
Or when I rub my face,
Or remember people long ago lived a life so similar to mine.
When I pluck a flower,
Throw a kiss to the sky
And feel the past dancing around my feet,
Dear Mother Nature hanging up the future overhead.
I collapse of joy into your arms,
And you hold my world of thoughts.
So when you love me,
True and dear,
Remember I'm not just a person
But an everloving being.
👻
Ghostly Revelations
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COASTLAND, 1925
An ex-member of the Green Hill Church was finally apprehended yesterday, August 26, 1925. Community members described the man as odd, saying that he often described feeling "not quite like any gender". The church identified this as demonic behavior and began the infamous manhunt. Upon arrest, he was immediately burnt at the stake without trial.
COASTLAND, 2014
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The new house felt odd. She had no reason to feel this way, she knew. It was located in a reputable and safe town, and despite the age of the building, it was sturdier than most modern homes.
Besides, it was a gift from her step-father. She didn't pay a cent for anything in the house. Well, except for her old furniture from her tiny apartment in Meadows. But that had been bought years ago, when she was 18.
Now, at 26, she had finally begun her life. She should've known that writing was never going to work out. Her ideas were bland. Her writing was plain. She sighed, emptying her final box.
She didn't know when she fell asleep. She woke, groggy eyed, throat dry. She squinted through the darkness. It was almost midnight.
Glass shattered.
Dahlia froze. The kitchen. She heard hasty attempts at cleaning, the glass scraping against the floor. She grabbed her old baseball bat, quiet as she inched closer to the kitchen. Her heartbeat harsh, her breathing shallow, she swung at the dark figure that appeared before her.
It went right through them. She blinked, confused.
The figure blushed, retreating into the shadows. A ghost, she realized, shivering. "I mean not to maim nor harm," it said quietly. The voice was deep. Perhaps a man.
"Why are you here?" she sputtered, without thought. The ghost was silent.
"I... My soul rests here. Death isn't a particularly pleasant thing," it replied eventually. It sounded nervous, unsure almost.
Dahlia scrunched her brows. "Wasn't this an old church?"
It tilted it's head. "A Catholic one," it agreed.
It observed her confused face, sighing. "Life isn't as odd as it was then, I assume. They burnt me. There once was a great garden here. Seems like your home was expanded over it."
She shifted awkwardly, face falling. "I'm sorry," she whispered. Her voice was shaky. It hesitated. Eventually, it moved closer to her, offering comfort of whatever sort.
She observed it's face. It definitely had masculine features. A man then, she decided. "Why... Why did they burn you?"
He flinched. She quickly got out an apology but he cut her off. "I was a freak," he murmured sadly. "I know not what complexities plagued my body since my birth. I tried many things to stop it. Yet I stayed an abomination."
Her heart dropped. She laid down her bat, hovering her hand over his cheek. He smiled at the gentle gesture. "Well, welcome to 2014. You're no abomination, merely a ghost in my humble abode."
He laughed at this. The prettiest sound she'd ever heard. She knew nothing of his struggles yet. In due time, she knew.
Soon, she would know he was no man. But a human who wished to be something more than gender.
A/N: Please note that this is the first full writing piece I've shared on here. I am not nonbinary but I want to try incorporating non-cisgender characters to my writing. This is one of the things I've written for Pride Month, being bisexual myself. Anyway, please feel free to give feedback. Whether it is on my writing or assisting me in the writing of my ghost character. I'll greatly appreciate yall <3
A letter to no one
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I do.
I swear it...
Just not on your life.
No, I promise I understand that love
Is uh... Great!
Soul wrenching, shining, sweet dreams
Live with love, escape fate.
My heart is open,
Broken but beating.
Oh, I said your love makes feel pretty
Like I'm floating or... Fleeting?
No no, I do love you.
I swear!
On my own, wonderful life
And us, the golden pair!
I love, love, love
The way you... Walk?
The way you smooth down your hair,
Your eyes bright as you talk.
You're so meticulous
And kind
And you have the best kind of laugh
And even better kind of mind.
Don't leave me,
I'm not half as bad as I say.
I'll just be less depressed and anxious
On a less... Difficult day?
No no, I love you!
I swear...
Just not on your life.
You're too important, for me to even dare.
I love you...
Though, is it even true?
Or am I just too scared to look in the mirror
And say "I hate you".
Don't love me.
It's not worth your time.
Because I'll stay broken and crying
Even when our wedding bells chime.
There's too many pieces of my soul amiss.
I'd never burden you with such work.
There's too many demons in my soul,
When I think I've caught them all, new ones start to lurk.
Listen to your mother.
Run as fast as you can.
It's not love if it hurts.
It just bleeds before my ban.
A letter to no one
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I do.
I swear it...
Just not on your life.
No, I promise I understand that love
Is uh... Great!
Soul wrenching, shining, sweet dreams
Live with love, escape fate.
My heart is open,
Broken but beating.
Oh, I said your love makes feel pretty
Like I'm floating or... Fleeting?
No no, I do love you.
I swear!
On my own, wonderful life
And us, the golden pair!
I love, love, love
The way you... Walk?
The way you smooth down your hair,
Your eyes bright as you talk.
You're so meticulous
And kind
And you have the best kind of laugh
And even better kind of mind.
Don't leave me,
I'm not half as bad as I say.
I'll just be less depressed and anxious
On a less... Difficult day?
No no, I love you!
I swear...
Just not on your life.
You're too important, for me to even dare.
I love you...
Though, is it even true?
Or am I just too scared to look in the mirror
And say "I hate you".
Don't love me.
It's not worth your time.
Because I'll stay broken and crying
Even when our wedding bells chime.
There's too many pieces of my soul amiss.
I'd never burden you with such work.
There's too many demons in my soul,
When I think I've caught them all, new ones start to lurk.
Listen to your mother.
Run as fast as you can.
It's not love if it hurts.
It just bleeds before my ban.
So a free tool called GLAZE has been developed that allows artists to cloak their artwork so it can't be mimicked by AI art tools.
AI art bros are big mad about it.
Women of my blood
And my past,
I thank you.
For brushing your hands through my wild hair
And deeming it fit to braid.
For walking barefoot in fields
And smiling as I walk alongside you.
I have seen your frown lines
When I wound on hospital beds.
I heard your prayers
To a God I do not fully believe.
I felt your love
Through the oranges you peeled
And the gold you hung around my neck.
I am not the first of us to be as I am.
Neither am I the last.
And I know you are not disgusted by my existence nor nature,
As I feel your pride in the wind
And I hear it in our song.
I thank you for bleeding the way I did
And drying my tears from centuries away.
For taking my hand
And leading my dance
Just to hear the mirth of my laugh again.
I apologize for smearing your beauty onto a misfit set of standards,
And I feel your acceptance through the kisses of the animals you grazed.
Women of my blood
And my past,
Thank you.
For embracing me on dark nights
And singing lullabies as I fail to fall asleep.
For raising my voice,
For boiling my blood.
For being the flame on my dampened skin.
You are the laughter I hear in the chorus of our music.
You're the sound of the anklet's chime.
And I hold your hands
And say to the women of our blood,
And my future.
Hold your heart in your hands,
Proudly, vigorously.
Laugh loudly
And listen not when they tell you you're not enough.
Instead,
Spit in their faces
And feel our presence as you dance.
Reblog to kill it faster
My solitude is constant, loneliness my religion
Yet you were the god to which I prayed
To never be left alone.
- to that girl