For Paco, Who Fights Without Knowing What For

For Paco, who fights without knowing what for 

Waterwegen [2/7] [1/7]  [3/7]  [4/7]

Part of me wants to write traditional, serious fantasy with serious lines in serious situations, and the other part of me just wants to write “I really don’t feel like this is the time for a quarterly review” as one of my pov characters runs from an army of the dead who are only partially on fire when they should be ash

For Mikel, who would rather just watch

Waterwegen [3/7]  [1/7]  [2/7]  [4/7]

Fer describing my MC Tungsten to Silver (all from Elementary) : ‘I know you think he is spoiled and ungrateful, but I see something else: I see a lonely boy. Look at him stumble over his words. He might dress fashionably, but he’s a misfit as much as the rest of us.’

Let’s play a game!

Describe your MC in the voice of any secondary character, using no more than three sentences!

My battery is low... 

Today, a collection of cameras and steel was pronounced dead. She sang to celebrate herself, survived a marathon of miles, shared, and showed her redburned hollow home. We gave her iron claws to drag along a planet's spine, and when, one morning, the sensors would not wake, we shouted out a thousandfold: 'Are you okay?'

To no response.

She had a name. Between hurricanes and stars, we tend to love what kills or dies, ripping up our teddybears in Sunday morning rooms till stuffing snows and tickles throats, brings water to our eyes.

Stuck on an arbitrary globe, we compose 'Space Oddity'. Dream of escape, at least embrace the ache of rust she cannot feel. There is both humor and humanity in loss.

She might be us. Cross-winded, heading straight into the dust. We weave the trails into a 'why', frantic scramble metaphors, and with our scraped up hands, mold her dying code into a poem.

...and it's getting dark

I lived above a Domino’s and I can confirm they are demons! The back entrance of my house was the same as the back entrance to the shop. It consisted of an alleyway where the lights were always flickering (even if we had just changed the lightbulb). There was a stone building in the corner, without a roof, but the door was locked. Things I found in this alleyway include but are not limited to:  1) Two tarot cards 2) A red toy car ln which a three year old could ride around  3) Three dead birds, evenly spread over the length of the alley  4) A silver charm with a card tied to it, proclaiming it a ‘guardian angel’ (the day after the birds)  5) My own bike, but turned upside down The building was also right in front of a nunnery-turned-student-housing. There was an old couch in the front yard, but I never saw a single student go in or out. Next to it was a big old house with a pointy roof and curtained windows that looked less like a place for demons and more like a vampire home. I am fairly certain the birds and the guardian angel where the signs of some ongoing war. 

omg so yesterday i put a salt line on the pathway to our front door because i was fucking around and my brother was pretending to be a demon

and today we ordered pizza and the salt line was still there

and my brother went outside to sign for the pizza

and the pizzaman refused to step over the salt line, like he almost did and then he backed up and handed my bro the pizza and left; which is pretty ridiculous because it’s far from our door

so a heads up to everyone i’m pretty sure domino’s is actually run by demons??? kind of like how in men in black the post office is run by aliens