decaffeinatedanddehydratedfish

[decaffeinatedanddehydratedfish]

“You gave me panic attacks and I thought it was love.”

Day 483 

(via myonlywayoutofhere)

heck. didn’t expect that. 

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Promise From A Devil (finished) (TW)

“Promise From A Devil”

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I stared at the man who worked for hell. Hell. Hell, I feared, being a Catholic.  But, when you “move on” or whatever, it’s not eternal damnation. It’s more like therapy. Therapy to make you realize your sins and help you move into “Heaven”, or reincarnation, as they explained it.

He smiled softly, black eyes glittering with positivity. He was a kind “therapist”. He listened intently before pausing you for a moment when you finished speaking. He was better than what I deserved, anyways.

“Mary,” he paused, trying to think of the right words for the situation. I looked away from him. Silence. The bad thing about Josh is, he thinks a lot. He overanalyzes, I think. 

“You committed suicide, one sin Heaven specifically doesn’t like. You can’t expect things to get better down here, do you? What was so… appealing about it? God wasn’t good enough?” He probed. I stared at the floor, the floorboards were new. Spruce instead of birch, dark instead of l-.

“Mary,” He called my name exasperatedly. 

“Why did you kill yourself?” His tone got so much more annoyed. My eyes flickered up at the lightswitch. Painted with a happy face, to represent some horseshit. I blinked away tears as Josh stared at me. His stares were always the worst, I thought to myself. 

“Impulse.” 

The silence in between us was rough. He thought some more before speaking. The usual. 

“Impulse? Can you elaborate?” My eyes flickered to meet his, for a brief moment. I sighed deeply, a sign of my hesitation to give answers.

“I just… had an impulse. Combined with intrusive thoughts, I stood no chance.” I managed to say quietly. He frowned, the kind glitter in his eyes disappeared.

“God wasn’t important? Good?” My eyes drifted away. I hate how interrogative he is when you’re done speaking. 

“Impulses are just the monkey brain’s way to be stoopid.” I reminded him. My throat burned. A lot. I changed my mind on Josh. He’s annoying, full of questions and trying to do his job well.

More silence. Why couldn’t I have a therapist who understands me? More wondering for another night. 

“Okay, Mary.” He set his pencil down carefully before speaking again. 

“You killed yourself because you had an impulse and intrusive thoughts. Tell me what those thoughts were.” He baited me like a fish attracted to a worm. I am the fish and he’s baiting me with freedom from him- a chance to finally reincarnate.

“I was scared God didn’t love me.” I answered after a few long minutes. I looked back at the birch floorboards, tears once again blurring my vision.  Silence.

More minutes later, he starts speaking again. His mouth forming the letter sounds, his eyes stared at the same floorboards I stared at. He was clearly nervous to say this. 

“Tell you this, Mary Smith….” he paused for a moment, debating with himself whether he should say this or not.

“God doesn’t love you. Or me. Or any of those whack-ass creatures he developed.” At the words ‘God doesn’t love you,’ my eyes widened. My tears began dripping down my nose and chin, onto those ugly floorboards. The words replayed in my mind.

As soon as he said that, he watched me for a moment before continuing. 

“So what?” He asked gently. I looked back up at him, anger and fear engulfing my blood, my heart, my brain. 

“So everything!” I lost my cool. I began yelling and screaming the so-what’s. 

“God is supposed to love me! Like the Bible said!” I wail. 

“So what was my life? A lie?” I bark. He doesn’t answer, his glitter returning.

He smiled. 

“So what. The big man upstairs doesn’t love you. SO WHAT? I mean, he doesn’t deserve you! Just as any person ever, just because you want them to love you, why should they? They’re their own person, own life, own things to do and achieve. And so why does God need to love you? Because that’s what the storybook said? You are still worth life, even if the almighty could care less.” Josh said. 

I stared at him.

“As soon as I escape Hell, I’ll drag you out with me. You may think you’re horrible because of your past, you think you deserved to die. Well, not true. God didn’t love you, so damn what? I’ll show you what real love is. I can do better than any God.”

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Prologue (WIP)

Prologue 

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They say, they said, in the plaza of Flowent Rock, they said that there stood a mossy, chipped away statue. He stood, ready to move his sword from its holster. They said he brought revolution, they said he brought love. One question always remains in the old wive’s tale: 

“I’m curious… why would a man of nobility and reason bring love?” The tales nor the council of Gods answered the question. They were too young, compared to this tale. They knew not. The elders… The elders would know. They know everything. 

She approached the ginormous dragons, slowly. In her shaky hands, she held a simple, dead, albino fox. Bring a gift, typically red foxes, they will tell one story and shoo you away. However, Kalliph, brought an oddity- a pleasurable weird fox, white as the stones that line the path in. They only resided in K’Tha territory, AKA “frog’s territory” as many called it. A white fox was worth a question, or three, depending on the dragon’s mood.

“Kalliph! What a delight!” Hissed the dragon of Kel. The girl gulped. She bowed hastily and pulled the fox from her satchel. 

“I have some questions for you, wise one.” She whispered. The dragon sniffed the lifeless fox, drained of red. The nameless dragon of Kel bellowed in laughter.  The dragon’s large, toothy mouth opened slightly once more. The dragon pulled the fox from the hands of the girl and ate it rather grossly.

“Two questions.” 

Hesitantly, against what the Gods or mortals would suggest, Kalliph brought up the statue. 

“Why is love wrong?” Her questions came as a sob, instead of the made-up brave she had grown to shelter behind. The dragon laughed once more, releasing a disgusting tuna smell into her face.

“Young one, why would you ask such a thing?” She sniffed, regretting straight afterwards. 

“I brought a wh-white fox! Answer my questio-questions please!” The mighty, fearless dragon smiled at her demand. 

“Mortals have power, with love. Now… that’s your question, go.” The dragon turned it’s head to fall back to sleep. 

“I have one more though!” She whimpered. With one look from The Dragon of Kel, she ran from the giant colosseum. 

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Echoes from the Moon (WIP)

Eryn Brooks

September 21,2020

“Echoes from the Moon” 

I shake as the words fly from her lips. 

“The Earth is dead.” She says it with no remorse for the billions dead. She had no remorse for the other woman being stranded on the moon. Without thought, without a care in the world, Kallipher screamed bloody murder at the other woman. She screamed all the negativity from her heart into her lungs. 

“The Earth can’t be dead!” She found herself wailing the same words. Over and over again, her voice became hoarse. After millenia of taking care of the Earth… it couldn’t be true. Not after all this time. The other woman, Kaeon Liverpool, sat beside the rocking Kallipher. 

“Think about it though,” Kaeon breathed. “You no longer need to care for them, no more humans.”  She stopped screaming, just to stare at Kaeon. She stood up, coldly. 

“The Earth was my home, my serenity and hope. You fool!” She raised her hand to strike the woman, only to falter. 

“I would hurt no one, but for once, I face the hellish temptation.”

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Radio Silence (WIP)

“Radio Silence” 

Written by Eryn Brooks

I narrowed my eyes as the knight talked to the table quite loudly. He was a handsome man, with long dirty blonde hair that was pulled into a large man bun. Underneath his top layer of hair sat a buzz cut. His eyes were devilishly black. His cheeks were rosy, with freckles dotting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He had a darker tan. I spotted his piercings on his ears and tattoos disappearing under his t-shirt. 

As I stared at him, his coal black eyes met mine. His small smile grew. What made him smile? I looked away and began thinking about my physical traits- average short black hair. Dull green eyes, darker brown skin. Some would call me beautiful but I never felt beautiful. I blinked at him. After a moment, his smile vanished as he stood up, his armor clanking. He approached me, all of his knight friends looking at him with confused smiles. I rolled my eyes. He held out his tanned hand, in a silent motion to ask me to dance. I stared at it, face burning. 

As we danced the waltz, I couldn’t help but look into his kind eyes. I see him everyday yet I never knew his name. We were both different types of knights- actually he was a big man, being a second in command. I was just expendable. 

“What’s your name?” I breathed, looking away from his eyes. I desperately wanted to look in some more. They glittered like diamonds, the candles proving to make him more pretty. 

“Arthur De’Vie Lamon at your service.” He winked. 

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Introduction

Hello! My username is @decaffieinatedanddehydratedfish , but please call me Eryn.  I am a 17 year old nonbinary kid (they/them/their’s) and I’m a writer, artist and lastly but certainly not least, a witch!

So, ultimately, I would describe myself as creative, awkward, OVERLY ambitious, and impatient. 

I have been a writer longer then an artist and witch. I have been writing 6 years,  an artist for 4, and a witch for 3.5.  I have tons of ideas and I would love to be commissioned, that’s what I’m actually here for...

My favorite genre is fantasy, my favorite sub-genre is romance. Fun Fact: I nearly finished a novella before! In 9th grade, the summer before, I went to PVA (Performing Visual Arts), for creative writing. I didn’t stay long but that’s beside the point. I have some pretty solid writing.

I’m here for commissions because... well because of mental health. I’m trying to earn a few hundred dollars (USD) so I can get money to get an ESA (emotional support animal). I wholeheartedly believe a dog would really help my mental health...

I’ll start with $15 per page you commission, which you’ll understand as I post my samples in a little bit (hopefully!)

I have never written a full novel before but I have the ambition and ability to, please feel free to comment below or email me at brookseryn8@gmail.com for any questions or if you’d like to commission me.