I Am The Sword Of The Goddess Of Time

I am the sword of the Goddess of Time

Since "Theo having a mental breakdown because of killing people" won the poll by a landslide, here's the snippet I promised:

trigger warnings: talking about killing people, brief mention of body horror (just one sentence, really), idk how to describe it simply but Theo is going Through It mentally à la "out damned spot" scene in Macbeth

She found Theo by the riverbank, in a silent part of the hills almost beyond the camp. She had a pile of clothes at her side, all white. She drew closer and sat by her side, but Theo didn’t notice. She was too busy washing her coat, scrubbing it incessantly against the washboard, with such force that the embroidered insignia of the Goddess of Time was starting to come undone. Her breath was quick and tense, in contrast with the calm sounds of that sunny morning. Hesitantly, Seth stretched out her hand. “Theo?” “He looked at me!” she yelled. Her voice shook as if she was holding back tears. “He looked at me! He looked me in the eyes!” “Theo…” “I killed him! I killed him! I killed him!” She started scrubbing faster. “And his body grew more eyes and they all kept looking at me as he died!” Seth didn’t try to call her a third time. “They all look at me! They beg me not to kill them but I kill them anyway because that’s what I’m supposed to do!” Theo stopped scraping the coat against the washboard and studied the fabric, leaning down to examine every thread. “And now his look won’t come off! I can’t wash it off! His blood is still here!” Seth looked at the fabric. It was perfectly immaculate, washed with such intensity that it had begun to tear. Not knowing what else to do, she hugged her, pinning her arms to her sides so she couldn’t wash her clothes anymore. She put her forehead against her face, her eyes closed, as if they were the only people in that vast expanse of hills. “Theo, please come home with me,” she begged. “Let’s go home and pretend this never happened. Please?” “I can’t,” Theo replied, still panting. “While the war lasts, I can’t.” “Forget the war. Come with me.” Theo shook her head and shoved her to the side. She still hadn’t looked her way since Seth had arrived. Her eyes were fixed entirely on the half-torn insignia on her coat. “These people can’t go home if the war doesn’t end. If I don’t end the war. So, I can’t go either. I must kill so people stop dying…” “They’ll continue the war without you. Come home.” “I am the sword of the Goddess of Time,” Theo said. The words sounded rehearsed, as if she’d spoken them millions of times before. “It is me who protects the souls of my Mother’s believers. Only I can end this war.” With a defeated sigh, Seth got up and returned to camp. Theo kept scrubbing her coat, already dried from how long it had been out in the air.

I hope you enjoyed! Because I did!

As I said, I'll get to the others eventually. This is just the first. Maybe I'll go from most to least voted. See how it goes.

taglist: @little-mouse-gardens and @wildswrites

(Please correct me if the english is weird, since tall my snippets are translated and I may miss stuff)

You know, when I woke up and asked myself what I was going to do today, I didn't think it would involved desperately shoving sausage into my pockets but whatever. C'est la vie, such is life.

John Rylands Library,  Manchester ,England.

I don't know why the entire Tumblr "Today" page is absolutely FLOODED with muppets, but is this the year I finally confront my fear of the Muppet show? I'm not freaked out by the puppets themselves, but it gave me some whack ass dreams as a child.

im curious so.... random poll time!

what genres do you find yourself writing in unintentionally? like what do you gravitate to whenever you start a story?

also if i didnt include a genre, rb and put it in the tags. (btw i didnt include fanfiction because i feel like most fanfic also fit into these genres)

if u want, rb so there's a higher sample size

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Barnard Bulletin, New York, November 22, 1938