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You can run but you can't hide Hans

reblog if your name isn't Hans.

2,121,566 people are not Hans and counting!

We’ll find you Hans.

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A/N: I couldn't resist this prompt.

"You still smell like him. Go wash again," my husband says, with an apologetic smile and a pitiful look in his eyes.

I keep my lips together as I finish tying his tie. Then, I step back and let out a deep breath. My husband grabs his suitcase from the couch and runs his fingers through his hair, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on me.

"I didn't know," I reply, trying to hide the sadness in my voice, "I'm sorry, I-"

He sighs, "There's no need to apologize, love."

I take a deep breath, noticing that the stench still lingers. It's a mix of perfume and something rotten, an overpowering and nauseating smell that makes me feel sick. The putrid odor of decay has suffocated the sweet scent of flowers, creating a sickly-sweet aroma that clings to my clothes. The smell is thick and heavy, like a miasma of rot that makes me want to retch.

"My love, are you okay?" my husband asks, looking concerned, "You don't look-"

I nod and wrap my arms around my body, "I'm fine. I just got a bit overwhelmed."

Overwhelmed by the scent I will never forget, by the mix of beauty and terror, of life and death.

I look up and smile, "Have a nice day at work."

He seems uncertain, but then he moves closer to me and smiles, before kissing me deeply. "I'll be back tonight, okay?"

"Promise?" I ask.

"I promise. I love you," he smiles.

"I love you too," I reply.

And with that, he leaves.

Once the door shuts, the house is filled with an oppressive silence. It's as if all the noise in the world has been sucked away, leaving behind an eerie emptiness that feels like it's closing in on me.

It wasn’t always like this. It didn’t always feel like the quiet was a presence all on its own. I walk towards the basement, ignoring the deafening hush that seems to swallow everything in its path. Every footstep, every breath, and every rustle of my clothing is amplified, making me feel like I'm the only one left in a world devoid of life and noise.

Once I reach the basement, I notice the door is slightly ajar, the putrid stench even stronger as it wafts out from the darkness. I don’t hesitate to push it open and step inside. Then I close the door behind me, finally finding peace from the haunting silence.

The air is thick with the smell of rot, a never-ending symphony of decay that plays in my mind. A big smile makes it’s way to my face when I see him, lying on his bed, still as beautiful as ever.

I walk towards him slowly. Flowers and toys that once brought him joy surround the bed, untouched. I begin to wonder if he has gotten tired of them. Does he not like them anymore? I want to ask. I want to know. But he doesn’t respond when I speak to him anymore.

He looks different. His skin is pale and his eyes were hollow. He is a grotesque masterpiece of decay. His once-vibrant flesh is now mottled with green and black, dotted with puss-filled sores. A thick, cloying scent seeps from his body and maggots crawl over his flesh, feasting on the remains, their tiny bodies writhing in a disgusting dance.

I brush the cobwebs from his hair and look into his eyes. They were once bright and full of life, but now they are empty, sunken orbs that seem to stare into the void. His lips are pulled back in a final, silent scream, exposing his yellowed teeth in a twisted smile.

I dip my hand into my pocket and take out my phone. Then I call my husband. He picks up immediately.

“My love, are you okay?” he asks.

I nod, before realizing he can’t see me. Tears fill my eyes, and I bite my bottom lip to hold back from crying. "Yes, but I was just wondering if you could buy some new toys on your way back. Our son isn't playing with these ones, and I don't know what to do. I can't... I'm..."

"Calm down, breathe," my husband says softly. "I'll get the best ones I can find. He'll love them. I promise."

I wipe away my tears and sniff, "Okay, thank you."

"I'll text you when I get to work, okay?" he says.

"Okay, I have to go too," I murmur, mindlessly straightening my son's clothes. "I still smell like him. I'll go wash again."

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I would very much like to not work but how else am i going to afford books?

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How do you know if a relationship (be it platonic or romantic) is worth fighting for?

You don't.

You can make an informed guess. But you can't know.

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Start working on yourself. Prioritize self care and self development in your life. Prioritize your happiness. Yes, you can become your greatest version. Inner work will lead you to wonderful destinations.

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Free Fall

Word Count: 2363 words

Synopsis: "Is the dizziness ever worth the fall?" A one time conversation with a mysterious stranger one night leaves a struggling writer with the answer to a question she never knew she had.

A/N: I usually post my short stories on my medium blog so i'll be posting a few excerpts here. Check them out and leave as many claps as you can and comments. Thank you!

I trudged the steps to my apartment, feeling the weight of exhaustion on my shoulders. It was just past 2 am and my night had been a wild one that left me feeling out of place and craving the comfort of my own space. To this day, I still wonder how extroverts do it.

I unlocked the door and walked inside, greeted only by the hum of the refrigerator. I kicked off my heels and wiped my feet on the mat as I closed the door behind me.

My thoughts were disordered, and I tried to make sense of the events of the night as I made my way to the couch and sank into its soft cushions with a sigh. One thing was certain, I would never agree to attend another one of Osi's parties again.

I had always been content with observing rather than participating. But that night, Osi had encouraged me to "come out of my shell," saying "it'll be fun. There will be music and drinks!" None of that appealed to me, but I went anyway, and what did it get me? A depleted social battery, a headache, and sore feet from wearing those death traps I called heels all night.

I closed my eyes, reliving the night through snippets of the conversations, laughter, and music. It was all a blur. Despite the rush of adrenaline from being surrounded by people and the energy of the night, I couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider, as if I didn't belong in that world.

One moment stood out in my mind, though. I remembered the back of Osi's house, the breeze blowing across the back of my neck, and the smile of a stranger. Osi was determined to introduce me to every person at his party as if I was some guest of honor so I managed to escape the crowded house through the back door in the kitchen to get some fresh air and recharge.

I hadn't been outside for long before I heard the door open again and the sound of music escaped. A young man walked out, muttering curses under his breath as he approached where I was sitting.

I couldn't help but notice his confident gait, and as if sensing my gaze, he caught my eye. He paused and tilted his head. The lights from the house were bright enough to cast a glow on his face.

"Uh..." he glanced around nervously before looking back at me, "you're looking at me like you don't know me."

I raised an eyebrow, "I don't."

He appeared surprised, "Really?"

I crossed my arms, "Yes. Who are you?"

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"I don’t care what I look like anymore as long as I look like yours. Marked, raw, tangled, sore, and scented like you—I don’t care. As long as I look like yours."

Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

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I love writing, and telling stories but sometimes, I lack the will to be consistent. This will be my little space to deal with all of that, keep track of myself and honestly, just have fun.

Short Stories

Poetry

Musings

Moodboards

My Never Ending List Of Fictional Boyfriends

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My Never Ending List Of Fictional Boyfriends.

I'm starting this list for fun because I've always wanted to make one.

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I'm certain shopping would solve most, if not all my problems

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If you're seeing this, drink some water right now!

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Nurture the beliefs that serve you. Nurture the beliefs that will create a magnificent reality.

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btw there should be Drink Stores and they should be open 24/7 and they should have Every Drink. coffee tea boba lemonade etc. and they should be on every street every 300 meters. bc girls need drinks

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If you're seeing this, drink some water right now!

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The Sun Who Loved The Moon

Have you ever heard the story

of the sun who loved the moon?

He would rise in the east

and over the clouds, he loomed

At dusk, his glow would dim

to give way for his lover's shine

His light- he gave for her to eat

so that she may rule the night

When i look up at the starry sky

I remember the sun who loved the moon

And their story perfectly describes

the length to which i love you.

©adraine

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Just fell down on my knees outside the bathroom