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Sleeping At Last
Adwell House:
Up until the dreadful event, Eris, Willow, Noah, Theo, Samantha, and Benjamin lived a reasonably normal life. That is, until Adelaine Park, a patient and friend to the six of them, is found dead. As they all begin to unravel each other’s life deeper, a string of ill-starred events soon follow, making it harder for them to sit still in Adwell House and navigate between the border of life and death.
Genre: Young-adult, mystery, and general fiction
Update: On-going
Written and created by: Zie Madayag
Sleeping At Last
Main Characters
Created and edited by: Zie Madayag
[1/6]
Eris Atlas Orion
•
named after the universe
19 years old
friend, writer, and artist
an introverted activist
•
“I think when you said ‘i love you,’ a part of it wasn’t mine.”
[2/6]
Willow Alexandria Miller
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daughter of wealth
18 years old
driven and brave
jazz enthusiast
•
“I bet I’ll be someone my 9 year old self would look up to. That’s no thanks to you.”
[3/6]
Samantha Victoria Martinez
•
dancer first, human being second
19 years old
people person
unapologetic and level-headed
•
“What? Because I’m a woman, I’m defined as infinitesimal?”
[4/6]
Benjamin Oliver Xanders
•
patron of science, philosophy, and discovery
18 years old
adores the night
unbothered, sometimes apathethic
•
“Am I a good man? That we have yet to know. For the meantime, get the fuck out of my room.”
[5/6]
Theo Levi Wilson
•
music, photography, and mischief
19 years old
chaotic but stable
consistent eye rolls
•
“I doubt you’ll find me tolerable, much like me to you.”
[6/6]
Noah Elliot Thomas
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one with nature
19 years old
gymnast and instrumentalist
loves giving criticism
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“I feel homesick everytime I wake up here. Oh, no offense.”
SLEEPING AT LAST
Prologue
As written by: Zie Madayag
Adwell House’s history traces back to the 1910’s of a group of esteemed and dignified young and adult women. These women were byproducts of loveless marriages, incestual relationships, rape, unwanted pregnancies, and sexual affairs. They were the lucky ones who have been taken into service by women much like them—except, far more free from the barbarism of men.
Ms. Eleanor Adwell, the founder of Adwell House was born of time and space, privilege, and of sound mind. Being the heiress to her father’s ill-headed business and designated to be married in two months from 5th of May 1912, she rather decided to be stripped off her title and start from the ground under. This decision, without a shadow of a doubt, was supported by her mother who funded her but is now, unfortunately, dead. The House did not start off as a sanatorium for it was primarily utilized as a haven to protect the women who had immense courage to flee abusive households. Over time, she had noticed an increase of depletion in the mental states of her fellow sisters therefore deciding to form a deeper, more-enriched bond.
She began to use the philosopher Socrates’ midwife method. The conversation would always revolve around a sister as Ms. Adwell’s only duty is to offer a lending ear. Hereafter, she would give questions related to the conflict which made her fellow sisters contemplate and arrive at a definitive answer they thought for by themself. This method resembles a midwife, assisting only the pregnancy without submitting to the commitment of pushing the infant. When she had found it quite effective, she incorporated the justification for Adwell as a mental wellness sanatorium.
The ladies of Adwell House formed a long line of hierarchy such as the House Mother, seconded by the House Sisters since blood lineage was almost impossible because men were forbidden to go inside, much more to kindle with women who were fertile. But over 66 years after Ms. Adwell had rested by her grave, modern women who studied keenly about intersectional feminism devised a process of taking in men who were victims of the destructive society. They had found out that a huge percentage of men died by suicide with no source of medical assistance by a licensed therapist, psychologist, or psychiatrist. By the year of 1979, they forewent with transforming Adwell House into a cohabitational institution, free of charge by those who were abandoned. Helpers, in addition, still remained all-women inhabited to give appraise to the weaved maternal instinct they naturally possessed.
One condition that had followed on throughout the end of eras was its discreet admission. To be a patient living in the house can only happen if a social worker has requested for your admission, a concerned parent has contacted for child support given that governmental organizations can no longer take them in, or you might have stumbled upon a cobbled road that leads to a house that seemingly time-traveled beyond centuries. Either way, Adwell House became the testament of wellness, building up branches all across the globe. Its main building is in the country of Grey Meridian, city of Aza.
As of this year 2020, Adwell House keeps its low profile with high-end facilities. The House offers a maximum of 12 patients per 4 years with the exclusion of returning patients and newcomers. For as much as it is needed, respective therapists of particular patients attend to them in separate private rooms. Each floor of each branching House is definitive for different utilities. More of which will be found out sooner than we think.
Adwell House’s vision is to aid those who live below help, establish a willing and safe community to voice out distress and anything considered harmful. They aim to create an atmosphere universally inclined with and for the people for as long as the House shall be lived. Its mission is to hold accountability with their patients as a medical service inside the sanatorium and provide the love and care differently each day depending on necessity. The internal and external stakeholders are guaranteed to uphold confidentiality, transparency, and communication.
As Ms. Eleanor Adwell once said, “The people are going, but where? Shall they leave quickly, hastily without a taste of remedy?“
ii. of treasure chests and maps; an excerpt from an upcoming story SLEEPING AT LAST
and the wind blew under our night dresses and the coldness swept in unannounced. it was beautiful, it was a moment, and it felt like all of the love i had tried so hard to keep led up to this.
[previously: https://poeticparchment.tumblr.com/post/613074814982406144/i-of-pain-and-solace-pain-is-in-itself]
i. of pain and solace; an excerpt from an upcoming story SLEEPING AT LAST
pain is in itself, lifeless—and we give it much power to hold us. but it is not a gentle lullaby or a shakesperean sonnet. it is a phenomena of a phenoma that we have tried to live through.
a writeblr introduction
hello writeblr! i’m zie, a long-time writer and perhaps poet but that’s sort of stretch who just decided to publish my stories and other collection of words here. i had a tumblr account way back in 2013 but i wanted to start anew, so here i am.
about me:
she/her, 17, aro-ace, filipino, infj(p), type 4, libra but pisces at heart, ravenclaw
overly enthusiastic for art, literature, books, music that punctures your inner psyche, psychology, philosophy, and you guessed it, theatre!
the superior time are afternoons and midnights, it’s when my imagination goes crazy and my aesthetics shift and morph
guilty pleasure is watching barbie movies and writing long-ass essays that i’m sure my professors are tired of reading, but oh well
i don’t know how to make cool edits like all the other splendid authors here on tumblr so heavens PLEASE, i hope my words will suffice
about my writing:
i love writing themes about mental health, fantasy, magical beings, and anything that borders on idealism, much like one of my favorite authors
pantsing or outlining a storyline really just depends on my mood. characters always go first before the plot, because i usually deem them as real people and the book revolves around them. they deserve just as much.
i am a sucker for symbolisms, metaphors, and paradoxes, it’s not that i overuse them, it just gives you a feel of what my oc’s are feeling.
i love creating dialogues, you’ll see a lot of ‘em. don’t get sick of ‘em, i beg of you.
current wips (all of which are subject to change):
sleeping at last is a mental-health centralized and mystery fiction set in the modern times of a fictional country/city. it explores the death of a recurring female character and how her friends try to search for the events leading up to it, making themselves subjects to ill-starred events all the while being under the same roof of adwell house, a mental wellness sanatorium for orphans such as them.
of curse and glory is a fantasy-enriched story set in an alternate universe unbeknownst to humankind that we know of. it narrates the story of four kingdoms which do not know their history. together, the heirs of the kingdoms are relayed an ancient message from the Oldens which states that they are part of a provocation to unyield the truth about their kingdoms and save everyone else in the process.
in our orbit is a fictional romance story set in new york city, manhattan where two men meet each other in chaotic circumstances inside an art museum. when push comes to shove, they must decide whether or not love is worth keeping in the sacrifice of their dreams.
poems and essays is pretty much self-explanatory. this will be a series of thoughts constellated into words that i’ll share with the world. from my heart to yours.
please reblog if you’re also a writeblr because i would love to interact, be mutuals, and follow all of you! writeblrs supporting writeblrs, everyone!
contents coming very very soon in a poeticparchment near you!
a writeblr introduction
hello writeblr! i’m zie, a long-time writer and perhaps poet but that’s sort of stretch who just decided to publish my stories and other collection of words here. i had a tumblr account way back in 2013 but i wanted to start anew, so here i am.
about me:
she/her, 17, aro-ace, filipino, infj(p), type 4, libra but pisces at heart, ravenclaw
overly enthusiastic for art, literature, books, music that punctures your inner psyche, psychology, philosophy, and you guessed it, theatre!
the superior time are afternoons and midnights, it’s when my imagination goes crazy and my aesthetics shift and morph
guilty pleasure is watching barbie movies and writing long-ass essays that i’m sure my professors are tired of reading, but oh well
i don’t know how to make cool edits like all the other splendid authors here on tumblr so heavens PLEASE, i hope my words will suffice
about my writing:
i love writing themes about mental health, fantasy, magical beings, and anything that borders on idealism, much like one of my favorite authors
pantsing or outlining a storyline really just depends on my mood. characters always go first before the plot, because i usually deem them as real people and the book revolves around them. they deserve just as much.
i am a sucker for symbolisms, metaphors, and paradoxes, it’s not that i overuse them, it just gives you a feel of what my oc’s are feeling.
i love creating dialogues, you’ll see a lot of ‘em. don’t get sick of ‘em, i beg of you.
current wips (all of which are subject to change):
sleeping at last is a mental-health centralized and mystery fiction set in the modern times of a fictional country/city. it explores the death of a recurring female character and how her friends try to search for the events leading up to it, making themselves subjects to ill-starred events all the while being under the same roof of adwell house, a mental wellness sanatorium for orphans such as them.
of curse and glory is a fantasy-enriched story set in an alternate universe unbeknownst to humankind that we know of. it narrates the story of four kingdoms which do not know their history. together, the heirs of the kingdoms are relayed an ancient message from the Oldens which states that they are part of a provocation to unyield the truth about their kingdoms and save everyone else in the process.
in our orbit is a fictional romance story set in new york city, manhattan where two men meet each other in chaotic circumstances inside an art museum. when push comes to shove, they must decide whether or not love is worth keeping in the sacrifice of their dreams.
poems and essays is pretty much self-explanatory. this will be a series of thoughts constellated into words that i’ll share with the world. from my heart to yours.
please reblog if you’re also a writeblr because i would love to interact, be mutuals, and follow all of you! writeblrs supporting writeblrs, everyone!
contents coming very very soon in a poeticparchment near you!
SLEEPING AT LAST
a wip by zie (@poeticparchment)
read here now
an introduction
genre: young adult fiction and mystery
features: silverline of dark academia, forged friendships, mental health, lgbt representation, diversity, the sensation of dancing around an open fire while you’re under the blanket of stars
status: ongoing, in progress
SYNOPSIS
Up until the dreadful event, a passion and wish-stricken group of teenagers lived a reasonably odd life. That is, until Adelaine Park, their friend, is found dead. Under Adwell House, a mental wellness sanatorium for orphans such as them, they try to search for the series of phenomena leading up to her demise. And as they begin to unravel themselves deeper, they suddenly become the subject of ill-starred events, making it impossibly harder for them to navigate between the border of life and death.
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WHEN THOMAS STARTED CRYING, A BITCH HAD SWEATY EYES BRO. THE WAY YOU WROTE HIM REALIZING SHE GONE FOR REAL FOR REAL. 🥺🥺 ALSO THE FACT THAT ADELAINE SOUNDS WONDERFUL. SHE SEEMS LIKE THE TYPA FRIEND WE'D ALL LOVE. HHHHHHH WHY MUST U HURT US BRO
SLEEPING AT LAST
i. of ballads and sonnets
visit/read the sleeping at last chapters/archives
written and created by: zie (@poeticparchment)
word count: 2141
“But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most ?”— Mark Twain
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z: kills addie
also z: I MISS ADIE
written and created by: zie (@poeticparchment)
word count: 2859
“And who here is not buried in another person’s heart?” — Richard Jackson
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i have so many questions??? did addie know she was gon die???? so she escaped adwell and did whatever she wanted to do (exhibit a. go to a carnival) ??? but why she left her homies like that 🥺🥺 the house said she didnt want anyone calling her, WHAT IF THAT WASNT TRUE BRO. WHAT IF ADWELL IS BEHIND EVERYTHING. OR WORSE, WHAT IF SOMEONE WITHIN THE GROUP PLOTTED IT ALL. BRO I HATE IT HERE
written and created by: zie (@poeticparchment)
word count: 2859
“And who here is not buried in another person’s heart?” — Richard Jackson
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hello. i cried. this is like,,, the saddest chap so far. im so hurt skdjkdjd im sooo hurt aaa :((
sleeping at last
written and created by: zie madayag (@poeticparchment)
word count: 4182
“And you named each one a variation of my name.”
• • • • •
July 10th of 2020.
“I’m reading a novel called Post Office. It’s by this chaotic writer, Charles Bukowski.” Eris pulled up a chair and set her glass of water down the dining table. Her eyes casted heavenward, bathing in the sight of morning clouds.
“And I felt something weird while reading it. For some reason, in between the lines, Addie was there.” She said as the sky above falls silent, with only a few birds chirping a cradlesong.
Benjamin leaned back on his chair, the daylight sifting through the sheer aquamarine curtains and to his earthly eyes. “You love doing that, don’t you?” A smile found its way to his lips. “Finding caricatures of people in fictitious worlds.”
She grinned softly in light, admiring his introspection. “But Bukowski dissolved even the smallest possibility of the book being for someone. In the first page, he writes that it’s dedicated to no one.”
“And what makes you think that Adelaine’s an exception?” He asked, stirring his bitter cup of black coffee.
“The book seems like it’s breathing her in. Her life is blossoming from the ink.” She grabbed a breakfast muffin from a hand-woven wicker basket. “There’s even this time where he sees other salesmen committing petty thief and says, ‘I wanted the whole world or nothing.’”
“Which mirrors who she was.” He nodded, getting the sensibility.
Eris’s lips curled in deep thought. “Though this book really just was an autobiography of Bukowski’s alter-ego, there are anecdotes that made me gasp more than I have ever gasped for nature.”
The dining hall suddenly lit up vividly as artificial lights were flicked on, unmasking the garden of elongated grass and dull tulips from the large transparent window. There arrived nine Adwell patients who sat with Benjamin and Eris, sparklingly looking like fountain coin wishes from the slight daze in their eyes of wistful drowsiness. Then, the place whiffed off a soft cathartic fragrance and unrelenting daydreams.
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IN OUR ORBIT
(a wip story introduction by z.m. @poeticparchment)
❝When they say that everything can happen in high school, in one singular moment, in a place so small that it hurt to stand out; they knew what they were speaking of. Apparently, it’s either you’re proven right or proven wrong. But here’s the catch, it’s always the latter. You will fall in love and you will be loved.❞
GENRE: Young Adult Romance
DEMOGRAPHIC: Young Adult/New Adult
POV: Dual Narrator
THEMES & TROPES: Flirty & oblivious dynamic, oh no they’re isolated together, enemies to lovers, spending time together as an academic requirement, opposites attract, slow burn relationships, found families, lgbtqia+representation, diversity, fictional places in real cities/countries, and etc.
STATUS: Drafting/ongoing/will post full chapters
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first line tag
thank you for the tag moots @ahowlinwolf !!
rules: share your first line and tag as many people as there are words in it.
When I was pulled from the corpse of my mother, my father knew only one of us would hear ‘I love you.’
tagging [no pressure to do it]: @herondalelucies @plutowritesstuff @drowsy-quill @aaceofheartss @andiwriteunderthemoon @esoteric-eclectic-eccentric @theforgottencoolkid @sweetdollywrites @prestonwrites @eyajii @ashdevereaux @inkpostor @inkedeclipse @nmcwriting @bookupastorm @saraswriteblr @half-explored
aaaaand i’ll stop there because oof, too much.
some announcement
i’m changing my pen name into ALASKA, and i won’t be using my real name anymore, for private reasons and just because it feels more freeing to write under a faux name where i’m not limited to my birth name.
another announcement…yet again (but less important)
hello humanoids!!
i decided to create three sideblogs, is that excessive? yes. am i gonna have a hard time managing it? probably. but do i love it? absolutely.
here are their usernames and their particular usage [you can follow them if you’re interested]:
@tarttwilde - specifically my aesthetics and art account where i reblog things that i see as eye-orgasmic. this can range from dark academia, light academia, cottage-cores, and literally anything because your homegirl doesn’t have one compacted personality.
@plathwoolff - is more of a rant-blog and where i’ll post my ramblings, drafts, and other writings that didn’t make it to the main blog. i’ll be dabbling in escapril there and perhaps post poems, spoken words, and sneak peeks of my wips.
@odysseyiliad - OKAY. i love this idea that just came to me. this is an online diary/journal of my oc’s from ALL of my wips, i repeat, OC’s from ALL OF MY WIPS!!! you’ll get to read their entrees in no particular order/character and just bond with them in a personal and intimate way! yes, you can even ask them questions!!