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some reincarnation AUs

I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friends’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life (jk yes I am)

I’ve met you in every single lifetime and I always hope it will work out but it doesn’t but I’ll still keep finding you again because those few days/months/years together with you are always so worth it 

 I meet and fall in love with you in every lifetime at the same age but your age is always different so it never works out and for the first time I’m meeting you when we’re the same age and I’m horrified that I might fuck this up 

 I skipped like four cycles of reincarnation and I know you’re pissed at me for leaving you all those lifetimes but it wasn’t my fault please please will you take me back 

 We only remember each other in alternating lifetimes so every lifetime we have to find one another and convince each other that we’re soul mates but half the time I won’t believe you and half the time you’re already dating someone else 

 I don’t know how to tell you this but the reason you didn’t see me in our last reincarnation cycle is because for some fucked up reason I was reincarnated as your dog 

 We keep reincarnating as people who speak different languages and it’s kind of pissing me off because I can never initially confirm if it’s you but at least I keep learning a bunch of cool new languages each lifetime

Got any soulmate au prompts? I've got this great idea for a soul mates universe and some cool plot lines but I'll take all the prompts I can get!

DO I EVER.

Marks:

Every bruise/scrape/scratch you get, your soulmate gets it too

Whatever you draw on your skin shows up on the other

Your soulmates name appearing somewhere on your body, and vice versa

Identical tattoos of a date and time on your wrist of when you’ll meet your soulmate

First/last words of your soulmate on your wrist/arm

Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate

Having multiple tattoos of everyone you’ve ever fallen in love with

Only supposed to have one tattoo, ends up with two

A date on their wrist to when the other dies

“You can’t draw, stop drawing on yourself I can’t go to work like this.”

“You are clearly accident prone because I don’t remember getting this many bruises by myself.”

“Do you know how many John’s there are in the world? It took me forever to find you. Your parents should have named you Apollo or Maximilian or something.”

“I don’t have a tattoo but I think you’re my soulmate anyway.”

“Look, I will literally pull up your sleeve to see if we match, just hold still for a minute.”

“My time says 11:59, New year’s Eve, Times Square. Fuck.”

Reincarnation:

Enemies three lifetimes ago but I keep finding you no matter where I end up

The place where I first met you is where we died the last time

Once you meet your soulmate you remember all of your past lives

Your soulmate you found in your last lifetime is different than the one you found in this one

Your soulmate remembers you from before, but you have no memory of any of your past lives

Memories of your past lives help you find your soulmate

“I’m sorry I took so long.”

“I didn’t think you existed.”

“I told you I’d find you.”

“Promise me that, whatever happens, you’ll remember me.”

“I promise I’ll find you sooner next time.”

“I’m not afraid to die because I know you’ll be there waiting for me.”

Other:

Everyone is born colorblind and once you meet your soulmate everything can be seen in color

Whatever you dream I dream

Soulmates where you can communicate via thoughts

Whatever skill or talent your soulmate has, you have it too

A visible red string of fate, but can be broken and re-knotted and re-tied

You can only see color where your soulmate has been/touched

Every emotion you feel can be felt by the other

Once you meet your soulmate you stop aging

I can’t lie to you and you can’t lie to me

Reincarnation was scientifically proven when you were a child. Your eight year old son is currently on trial for a murder committed in his previous life.

Reincarnation is a known, common, and expected result of death. You are a bounty hunter that specializes in tracking down people who have committed suicide to escape debts or a jail sentence.

Motivation to live:

What if reincarnation is real and I have to go through this shit again?

„So I guess we are supposed to fall in love“ I gestured between the young man in front of me in the cafe’s booth „but what is your role in all of this?“ I turned to the girl with the short black curls that played with her septum piercing.

„Oh I don’t know I tried to figure that out for the past decades.“ she chuckled leaning back into her chair. The guy across from me, Keith, still hasn’t said anything. If you ask me he looks like he wants to lock us up in a mental hospital.

I waved my hand in front of his face. „You still in there darling?“ The weird look turned into a confused glare „Don‘t call me darling thats weird.“ the girl, Mekyla , started laughing „ What you were never called darling by a big mountain man?“ now it was my turn to glare at her. I have known Mekyla for a few years know and never known that whole reincarnation thing until a few weeks ago.

We tracked Keith down a week ago texting him to meet us here because we were „old highschool friends“ now we were here trying to convince him and if I am being honest me as well.

„You know“ Keith started leaning forward in his chair „ i am not like uhm into… you know.“ Pink covered his cheeks as his gaze flickered to my lip piercing.

„Yeah sure thing pretty boy.“ I answered.

Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.

„So I guess we are supposed to fall in love“ I gestured between the young man in front of me in the cafe’s booth „but what is your role in all of this?“ I turned to the girl with the short black curls that played with her septum piercing.

„Oh I don’t know I tried to figure that out for the past decades.“ she chuckled leaning back into her chair. The guy across from me, Keith, still hasn’t said anything. If you ask me he looks like he wants to lock us up in a mental hospital.

I waved my hand in front of his face. „You still in there darling?“ The weird look turned into a confused glare „Don‘t call me darling thats weird.“ the girl, Mekyla , started laughing „ What you were never called darling by a big mountain man?“ now it was my turn to glare at her. I have known Mekyla for a few years know and never known that whole reincarnation thing until a few weeks ago.

We tracked Keith down a week ago texting him to meet us here because we were „old highschool friends“ now we were here trying to convince him and if I am being honest me as well.

„You know“ Keith started leaning forward in his chair „ i am not like uhm into… you know.“ Pink covered his cheeks as his gaze flickered to my lip piercing.

„Yeah sure thing pretty boy.“ I answered.

Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.

„So I guess we are supposed to fall in love“ I gestured between the young man in front of me in the cafe’s booth „but what is your role in all of this?“ I turned to the girl with the short black curls that played with her septum piercing.

„Oh I don’t know I tried to figure that out for the past decades.“ she chuckled leaning back into her chair. The guy across from me, Keith, still hasn’t said anything. If you ask me he looks like he wants to lock us up in a mental hospital.

I waved my hand in front of his face. „You still in there darling?“ The weird look turned into a confused glare „Don‘t call me darling thats weird.“ the girl, Mekyla , started laughing „ What you were never called darling by a big mountain man?“ now it was my turn to glare at her. I have known Mekyla for a few years know and never known that whole reincarnation thing until a few weeks ago.

We tracked Keith down a week ago texting him to meet us here because we were „old highschool friends“ now we were here trying to convince him and if I am being honest me as well.

„You know“ Keith started leaning forward in his chair „ i am not like uhm into… you know.“ Pink covered his cheeks as his gaze flickered to my lip piercing.

„Yeah sure thing pretty boy.“ I answered.

Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. There’s also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them… we don’t really know what he does.

it's that time of year again where the conspiracy theorists who believe jungkook is princess diana reincarnated emerge from the shadows

Found You (Reincarnation!AU Yandere!Diavolo x Reader) Chapter 1

Hi guys! Update: I’m still alive and kicking, and so are my friends and family, thank goodness. I’m sorry for the infrequent updates. 

Anyway, there are not enough Diavolo x MC fics out there but uh, I’m here to change that. I may be on the minority with this but I really like composed, down-to-earth (older) men so Diavolo really appealed to me. Technically, all of the Obey Me boys are older than me but Diavolo is the only one who actually acts like a (more or less) mature gentleman. He has that “been there, done that” vibe, you know? And he remains chill, which is a big turn on for me.

Okay, that’s enough about my type of guy, moving on to the story, this multi-chaptered fic was loosely inspired by retreat house horror stories in the Philippines. If you are not familiar with them basically retreat houses, especially in Baguio, are often prone to getting haunted by demons, ghosts, or dwende (malicious goblins). I’m a scaredy cat, but I love a good horror story. I also like rescue romances, sue me. 

Enjoy!

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You’ve been wandering around the woods for what felt like hours. No matter how many times you told yourself to calm down, you couldn’t help but worry. Your phone had died way too early from all the otome games you played during the entire trip to this place and every tree looked too similar to retrace your steps back to the path. Perhaps this was punishment for ignoring the buddy system. 

“Crap,” you uttered, seeing the sky turn a clear blue, the kind of soft blue right after sunset. You tried to pull yourself together but it seemed that every time you closed your eyes to take a deep breath, the forest got a whole shade darker. You felt your knees shake beneath you. 

With clenched fists you repeated in your mind: “Nothing can hurt you, nothing can hurt you, nothing can hurt you.”

Something rustled–you didn’t know what it was, your entire body burst into a sprint before you could even wonder. You had no idea where you were going, but eventually the adrenaline spike wore off and you collapsed on a random tree. You heaved shallow breaths, begging your hammering heart to stop before you die of cardiac arrest. 

You leaned against the trunk and looked up. Through the dense foliage and fat branches you could make out tiny bright dots in the sky.

It was officially night time. Lovely. 

You pulled your knees to your chest. Everybody was probably worried sick right now, hopefully they would find you tomorrow. Slicked with sweat and out of breath, you passed out cradled between the thick Balete roots,[1] hoping to wake up on a gurney in the clinic.

Tough luck. 

Forced into awakening, you blinked once, twice, thinking that it must have been sunrise. However, it didn’t take long to realize that the orange glow that you believe to be the break of dawn was actually a fire. It was huge bonfire that was too bright and too close. Finally snapping into alertness, you discovered your hands and feet bond to an upright pole in the middle of the fire, in the middle of a crudely painted pentagram. Whispering incoherent nonsense around you were figures cloaked in black hoods. 

This was officially the worst class retreat in history. 

You opened your mouth to scream, to beg, but their chanting grew louder and they took off their hoods to reveal ordinary-looking citizens with malicious glares. Tears and snot and sweat mixed as you struggled against your restraints, but the more you moved, the tighter the chains wrapped around your skin.

You threw back your head as the flames licked closer. to your feet. Tears stung your eyes but you fought to look at the sky. It was a full moon tonight, the biggest you’ve ever seen your entire life, and if this was the end, you wanted to carve that sight in your memory. 

You bit down on your lip, refusing to yell and acknowledge the burning by your toes. The heat reached a point of unbearable but before a whimper could escape your lips, however, something in the air shifted and you bent your neck back down. Like magic, the heat had vanished from your feet but you could still see the bright amber flames as they engulfed a big, strong figure in front of you. It towered over you like a bear, its broad back boasted two pairs of black wings that could break through storms. Slowly, the creature reared its head towards you. Your heart that had been beating a thousand miles per second suddenly slowed, almost to a stop. Gold eyes fell over yours, but instead of yelling for mercy or out of fear, you found yourself sighing. Those inhuman eyes reached out to something inside you and lulled you into a sense of security. 

A gentle palm cradled your cheek, a calloused thumb ran down your lips and like a song whose lyrics you couldn’t remember but with a tone you knew by heart, a single name left your tongue, “Diavolo … ?”

The creature gave you a small smile and you felt your consciousness begin to leave you again. The kind hand pulled away, but your sudden fatigue made it impossible to speak. A mass of black, red and gold dashed across your field of vision. Ugly sounds of crunching and cries from men and women echoed in your ears. 

The chains that bound you to the wooden pole were gone, you fell into familiar arms. In an instant, you forgot the pain and fear from the previous events. 

The fingers caressed your face and with what little strength you had left, you held onto the hand tightly. 

“Don’t leave me,” you breathed into the palm. “Please … ”

However, your savior said nothing and soon you fell back into sleep. 

When you woke again, you were in a cold, hard gurney. The clinic physician called for your adviser, and then the room was crowded with your professor and blockmates.

“Where have you been?”

“We were worried sick!”

“I told you to ask me if you wanted to walk around!”

You grinned weakly, unable to defend against their justifiable anger. You could only mutter a few words in between the questions and scolding: “How did you find me? I was walking for an entire night and couldn’t find my way back to the retreat house.”

Everybody shared confused looks before one of your friends explained that you were found only a few meters away from the main path.

“It’s weird,” she commented. “There was some heavy rain last night. It was only for a few minutes but you would’ve definitely been soaked.” It was odd that they found you lying on the grass, mostly unharmed and completely dry. 

“What happened?” She asked. 

“I was hoping you could tell me,” you replied. You remembered getting lost and wandering aimlessly in the woods, but that was it. You had no idea when or where you fell asleep or how you remained untouched by the rain. 

“Anyway, we’re having breakfast in ten minutes, want us to bring you something?”

You shook your head. “I can go, let me just take a shower." 

After the physician cleared you of any injuries, you went to the communal showers. The others were already lining up for breakfast so you had the place all to yourself. As you stripped, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, and when you washed  the feeling only grew stronger. You finished up and quickly stepped out of the shower. You quickly moved to put on your underwear, but then you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You rubbed your eyes, thinking that it was just a hallucination or something, but no. You stepped closer and saw that it was real. 

A black symbol was etched across your skin, right above your heart was a tiny pentagram.

to be continued …

[1] For a visual of the tree, look here.

4 Seasons | Masterpost | JJK

Pairing: Royal Guard!Jungkook x Fem!Princess!Reader, Prince!Jimin x Fem!Princess!Reader. (ft. Yoongi & Hoseok)

Warnings: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, historical period, old traditions, angst (again), love, forbidden love, royal au, historical au, love triangle (?)

In which you, princess of the Gyeongdong Dynasty, were in the middle of wedding plans. An arranged marriage that would guarantee your father's bloodline to stay in the royal family.

Or in which you were assigned a new royal guard that swore to protect you with his life. Jeon Jungkook. That's his name. A name you could never forget. A name that, slowly but surely got engraved not only in your memories but also in your heart.

Love, politics, betrayal and desire. All in ancient history. A love that never should have happened, two souls that wouldn't be allowed to be together.

Total word count: 63.8k words

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~Jungkook's Poetry

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~Masterlist

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**I do NOT give my consent for this or any of my works to be posted or translated into any other platforms or languages.

Another de aged Dan and Ellie story or otherwise known as Crack

Pt 1 Pt2

If only Clark hadn't been busy tracking Luthor, he would have been able to save his nephew, his sons best friend.

Once again, Lex Luthor has sabotaged him. He didn't even need kryptonite to do it this time. After Lexs mental breakdown, he had apparently gone off the grid, and unsurprisingly, he wasn't able to hear anything from him. According to the snippets from Lexs staff he had apparently refused to answer to his name, started to hate it, and called his board a " bunch of idiotic bimbos who only appear to work so they could buy expensive cars and whores".

It's definitely a mental breakdown or a possession. Lex doing something to damage his image? Unheard of. Possession didn't seem likely. What kind of person posseses a ceo just to insult his board and completely change their personality? They'd be immediately noticed.

He had been investigating Lex's disappearance for the past month and a half and had only succeeded in not being around to stop his nephew from committing suicide.

Bruce had called out for him, but being halfway across the world he couldn't make it in time, and consequently Damian made it over the bridge and he had been searching for his body for the past 3 hours and he still couldn't find him.

He had never seen Dick so shaken before. Jason had barely been able to stop him from following his brother over the bridge. After he arrived on the scene, Jason started to take his brother home.

"Find his body." He had told him before turning and wrangling Dick onto his own bike

"Stop, Jay. I have to find him. Please... Uncle Clark, please. You have to bring him home. I have to... " He could hear Dick plead with them the whole way back to the cave.

He could only bring their bikes home.

They had now all retired to the cave. He was ignoring Alfred calling Steph and Cass in the other room. Ignoring their desperate denials and begging to be told it was just a cruel prank. Ignoring Dick's full body sobs into Jason's arms, shaking them both. Ignoring Bruce's absent look and ignoring how similar Bruce and Jason's grief was.

Tim, luckily, hadn't broken his leg like what they originally had thought, only popped his knee out at such an angle it looked like it. Alfred had already reset it and listed his usual recovery despite Tim not even pretending to listen to it this time. Duke had already helped him upstairs, eyes red and swollen.

Finally the the tense silence came to an end.

"Did you find anything?" Bruce, one of his oldest and closest friends, asked, his voice calm and steady, his heart unwavering as ever but he knew better.

"I'm sorry."

"Search again."

Just as he was about to fly out again, the elevator opened.

"I found this in Damian's room." Tim hurriedly spoke he was already rushing past him on his crutches to the evidence processing, not even explaining what "this" even is.

"Tim. Explain." Bruce rushing and limped past him following quickly.

Like father, like son.

"What is it?" He turned to look at Dick, he had tear stains but his eyes were dryer his mouth was set in a firm line but he was leaning heavily on his younger brother.

"Tim found something." He responded quietly, and he continued on following his friend.

They sat silently together while Tim and Bruce worked together without speaking like a well-oiled machine firm in it's objective.

He'd say Jason was as still as a corpse with his eyes glazed over unseeing, but that observation was far from appropriate,considering everything.

99% Match found. Partial fingerprints detected unknown. The computer had finally accounted after 15 minutes of silence.

He and Jason waited for Bruce and Tim to tell them instead of jumping like Dick did to get the first look. He doubted Jason could get up, Jason was strong so strong, but he was still so young.

They all were.

Especially Damian, despite all his headstrong confidence and borderline arrogance, he will still only fourteen.

Only fourteen years old and dead by suicide.

He still needed to tell Jon he was buying time by the well-timed expedition of him and Kon already off planet and galaxy on whatever Kon called "brotherly bonding with a little bit of interplanetary fighting and toppling monarchies splashed in and maybe we'll catch a movie on the way home" they had joined some green lanterns to help rescue some new green lanterns who got in between a revolution on accident. He remembers researching for days before letting Jon go, but even just the name of the planet now escapes him.

It all seemed so trivial now.

He had seen what became of Dick and Bruce when Jason had died when Dick had been off-planet, and Bruce hadn't reached out to tell him. He just hoped Jon could forgive him.

"Clark. Where is Lex Luthor." Bruce demanded turning to finally look him in the eyes.

"I'm not sure. Lex went underground a month and half ago. Why? What does he have to do with this?" Clark asked carefully. He had to be careful not to set Bruce off.

" AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TELLING ME? Bruce's voice rose exponentially.

Too late, he couldn't help but think.

"His fingerprints are all over this goddamn envelope. Whatever was inside made Damian kill himself, and you're asking what does it matter!"

"How do we know?" Dick spoke softly, his eyes still glued to the results.

Everybody turned at the same time. Jason's head snapping so fast he winced.

"Know... Know what?" Tim asks him just as softly.

" How do we know Damian is.. is dead?" He spoke again, looking up to glance at them all.

" I know Damian. He's my.. my...He wouldn't just kill himself. He couldn't have. He showed no signs of ever even contemplating it. Not even... Damian would have told me.. Would have trusted me to help him. Lex must have taken him or.. or somehow lured him away." Dick spoke hurriedly or desperate but still completely convinced.

"Chum.."

"FUCK!" Jason exclaimed standing up and kicking his chair sending into the wall hard enough to crack the plastic. His hands shook like they were itching to wrap around someone's throat. They twitched and he ran his hands through his hair, his eyes were greener than ever and glowed so strong there seemed to be a small headlight in front of him almost.

"He could be out there being tortured or worse! And we are just sitting here twiddling our thumbs like FUCKING BABIES!" His voice grew louder and louder until he was screaming into their faces.

"Jaylad-" Bruce started just by hearing that name he knew whatever Bruce was going to say was going to be the complete wrong thing.

"We are going to find him. No matter what it takes. I never gave up on Bruce, and i can't give up in my baby brother either." Tim spoke up, his voice unwavering his heartbeat never stuttering, not even once.

He risked a glance at Bruce. His old friends face was softer, looking at his sons, but his frown was determined, and he tilted his head in the way he always did when he wasn't going to give up.

They were going to bring him home. They just had too.

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Crack

Boy, was Damian glad about this storm. He quickly realized that he couldn't use more than one of his powers at one time. He was able to make it to the coordinates of the apparent luxurious island Vlad was hiding out on.

He was expecting actual underground, not just some shell company bought island decked in lead and man-made waterfall galore.

He was absolutely soaking wet and shivering by the time he crashed onto the island. The storm just kept on thundering down on him, plastering his clothes and hair to his face in clumps. He better not get sick from this.

Cold fog escaped his throat, and he shivered even more.

"Daniel! Is that really you?" Lex fucking Luthor called out after he'd been laying exhausted and chilled to the bone in the grimy muddy sand for a few minutes.

"Hey, fruitloop." Was the first and last thing that he said before promptly passing out.

If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing

GOLDEN BLOOD Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead Copyright © 1971, 2021

I can live forever Nothing real will sever Golden blood Reincarnation Mystic incantation Golden blood If someone is chasing you Don't panic, use your head Find some place to hide Or you will find they want you dead

Find some pleasing pleasure And you'll find your leisure Golden blood Lift your hearts together Naught will ever tether Golden blood If someone is chasing you Don't panic, use your head Find some place to hide Or you will find they want you dead

If you feel like dying Laugh, do not start crying Golden blood Hold your arms out to me Swim in Life's Karma Sea Golden blood If someone is chasing you Don't panic, use your head Find some place to hide Or you will find they want you dead

Reincarnation

        I have this friend, Tobias; he’s an angel like me. He and I get along great we lived our first lives together back in French revolution. Our families were one of the unlucky ones to be sent to the guillotine. I was young and so was he and we were even thrown into the same cell together. We made up games to pass the time like throwing sticks out the cell windows at the third class people below us.

After we died, we woke up in heaven. There is a endless number of options to waste away eternity with. However; Tobias has one hobby of his that he loves to do over and over, reincarnation. Reincarnation is something that everyone has done at least twice here in heaven. The rules are that you are given three different type of lives to choose from, each with its own perks and challenges, so you can decide what you want your next life to be like. When you die then you remember all your past lives and even make some new friends.

The life he just chose was a boy to be born in the United States. Said that he wanted to see what the new world had become. He has three more years till his born again, which in heaven is like two months and seventeen days. I don’t really get the time here. The only problem is, I got kids all in different countries. So I told Tobias I had made plans to go see the Archangels in concert and couldn’t make it. See there is one problem with reincarnation, once you found your soul mate. Your love life isn’t the same without the other person there, no matter how many times you do it. 

Tobias still has no idea, but I love him. I’ve been with him for a long time now, however, I still can’t work up the courage to tell him. If I did, I’m so afraid that he will think differently of me. He finds love in all of his lives but always ends up going back and I always end up finding myself waiting for him, eternity seems so much longer when his not here. He invited me to a party tonight with all the angels who are going to be reborn in the same country as him. Ever meet a friend that you have a weird connection with? Then you two probably hung out during those parties.

I’ve never asked Tobias why he constantly becomes reborn again and again. I was hoping to get him alone tonight and ask him. I can only imagine it’s something along the lines of “because it’s fun”, but something is gnawing at me to ask. The question is slowly burning inside me and eating away at me. I guess I want him to say something like “because I want to find someone to love me for eternity”, or something stupid and cheesy that would never come out of his mouth…but if he ever did say that…if he ever felt like that…I’d probably confess right there, that I love him. That I think he's my soul mate.

FAVOURITE SHIP DYNAMICS pt2

I swear this is the last  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The Blackbird and the Eagle by black_nightshade

Currently only two chapters and writer sometimes rewrites previous chapters over and over. So far, I like the story.

Oh, and it's a crossover too!

She could have insisted on traveling in a crate

I just got kind of sad bc I realized that if they didn’t kill off Maureen Ponderosa last season then she’d maybe be in the gang beats boggs ladies reboot and she’d be full cat and that’s honestly a minor crime. a misdemeanor, if you will

Stone Footsteps

Were these my footsteps once?

They are smooth and graceful. Three-toed strides that move purposefully across a muddy wetland. Evenly spaced talons made cool by afternoon waters.

Did I walk here, in a time long before this body’s first breath?

A gorgeous lake, expansive and dark with deep water, ringed by enormous trees so high they felt like wooden mountains in their own right. Scaly bark plastered with brilliantly bright new flowers and damp moss and tussling clover. A ground crisscrossed by ferns and horsetails, yet alien—without grass..

Have I rested here, in time before?

Watching golden sunrise arch over purplish-pink dawn, gaudy brilliance sprawling naked over still waters. Hearing the droning insects and cacophony fliers, vividly colored like flapping banners. Swimming bodies foreign as they slip beneath silent waves, softy aglow at night; eerie phantoms dancing on the lakebottom.

Was I joined here, who else visited this place?

Giants so might they shook the earth with behemoth footsteps, who made thunder with their cataclysmic voices. Sweeping necks and tails that supported the sky on atlas-backs. Horned-faces and their warpaint frills, tossing knightly heads this way or that, grizzled beaks chomping. Armored tanks slow, dim, but noble in their ignorance; clubbed tails wagging gently in muggy afternoon feedings. A din of squabbling runners in their vain feathery coats, jittery dancing along the shoreline with their woodland gossip. Marching nomads from the north, big like hills, moving in herds melodiously billowing.

Extinction

A memory that wakes me in the night.

Panic and fear.

A midnight dark throbbing; lanced through its dark heart with shimmering pulsing silver-violet rays.

Clouds lit up from above and shivering—shunted aside by unseen butchering.

Singular silent star kissing dark horizon: bathing all in eerie brightness, mushrooming up and outward.

Then, silence. A silent world entombed—

Loudness. Final draconian breath so thunderous I am deafened in a moment. Wrenched downwards, the world flung away—

Hissing nothingness in my sensitive ears—

Half-open eyes to look upward one last moment as raging cataclysm boils its way forward, forward, forward—

Skin burnt and atomized, bones swept away to ash, feathery quills and scaly armor obliterated-