It Took A Word Document Two Days To Load And Open On My Computer And During That Time It Told Me To Go

it took a word document two days to load and open on my computer and during that time it told me to go fuck myself and also murdered my entire family

I want pasta

Heads up, Seven Up

Well look at that. She’s posting a tag game. Thank you @imaginativemind29new I genuinely didn’t think I could manage this one because the last thing I remember writing (coherently) was some Spanish homework, but apparently instead of doing my physics final (in class) I was writing, so here you go.

This post is dedicated to my academic chaos and my bruised rib (it really hurts btw I am being so brave and strong rn you don’t even know)

This is from my pirate book!

If Lucy had thought the siren couldn’t look any angrier, she had been wrong.

“Stand down,” the siren hissed, and Lucy had laughed.

“No.”

The screaming started again. Lucy would not win this fight, would not injure her crew in the place of the siren—but she would try.

She failed.

And now here she sat, in the brig.

When the door opened, it did so with a slam, rattling the walls with supernatural force.

The siren filled the doorway, blocking the light, dressed in sailor’s clothes. It felt wrong, to see a creature of the sea in clothes from the land, but there they were.

They appraised her, as if attempting to read the thoughts on her face. Maybe they could. There was little information on sirens, other than fairytales and ghost stories.

Lucy presumed the people who discovered information about sirens firsthand now lay at the bottom of the sea, rotting.

The siren smiled.

“Hello, darling. Let’s talk.”

I forgot how much I like ending chapters like that. Anywho, here’s my tag victims (with no pressure, darlings) @jay-avian @ettawritesnstudies @clairelsonao3 @writingwithcolor @writersandkitties-blog-blog-blog @wildbooklover @hojo76 (hojo you don’t write but you won’t notice my goddamn posts unless I tag you, and you’re the one who gives me writing prompts that you never even READ, so I’m salty. So deal with it)

I’m too stubborn to be injured

This does not bode well for me

Having to send things to people is disgusting and I hate it and I crave it

I go somewhere without service for ONE DAY and suddenly everyone decides to tag and follow me. I love y’all but now I have to go find which WIP I left my latest rambling in and slap it into a tag game post.

I’m a little sleep deprived ❤️💪

Heads up, Seven Up,

The remix

Since I’m unable to leave things unanswered (thank you for the tag @clairelsonao3), here’s a random seven lines from my post apocalypse WIP, because I made my friend play roulette with all my options.

Here’s a line for some vibes “There was a note of finality in his voice, and this time she did smile, that wretched smile she had learned when growing up in a government lab, that smile that almost looked agreeable but promised violence if the lights went out.”

“On your knees, hands interlaced behind your head.”

“Damn,” Rain cocked her head. “Where you born boring or did the Acadamy make you that way.”

She slid to her knees, cool metal seeping through her pants, and interlaced her fingers behind her head.

“Given up on pretending to be the innocent girl?” Carter questioned flatly. He slid behind her and pulled out a pair of cuffs to shackle her, ones she couldn’t see, but hear.

“I am innocent,” she let her voice quiver. “I just don’t want to be hurt and have you claim I was resisting arrest. I was just trying to contact someone about my situation—I have a right to a lawyer!”

The shackles slid onto her wrists, and they felt cold, tingling against her skin.

“Now I get the pleasure of finding a cell you can’t escape from.”

Good luck with that. She would be pressed to find a cell she couldn’t escape from herself.

“I didn’t do anything wrong—” she meant to let it slide out as a pitiful wail, but her tongue was sluggish in her mouth, sending out garbled letters instead. “What—”

“Biologically designed so slow the body process of the wearer down,” Carter said smoothly, giving the cuffs on her wrists a light tug. He pulled her to her feet, maneuvering her down the hallway, and it was a struggle to get her knees to comply.

Catch up, she thought bitterly at her body. You’ve dealt with worse than a little slowing agent, surely you can manage it now.

Why is tagging people so hard? @imaginativemind29new @jay-avian @clairelsonao3 @averyconfusedhuman @silver-ink-iron-words @poems-and-word