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[aloevera-o]

Just another (fic) idea

"No, no, no, no. Just ignore it, it doesn't matter." She murmurs, walking quickly away from what everyone is running to. She glances back. Thick smoke rolling from the upper windows on the 5 story building. Firetruck and police car lights flashing, and headlights faced to the building. The battalion chief and incident commanders SUV's parked to the side out of the way.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH, HELP PLEASE!!" A little girl screams from an upper balcony in the front left.

"MMM" She groans, "Fine." The smoke is rolling thick out of the door, the ladder would never get to her.

'Move, come'on' Nothing changes the girl continues to yell.

'Fire, stop' The smoke continues rolling.

"Really, we are doing this the hard way," She retorts, "FINE"

'Fly' She grunted as a magnificent pearly white set of wings sprout from her back. As pretty and functional as they might be, they are heavy and big. They span almost 20 feet wide. With a great amount of effort she lifts off into the air. Putting heavy intent into each flap of the wings she lifts off the 50 feet to the balcony of the girl. She lands on the opposing side of the railing. The girls eyes fall on her, they go wide.

"Angel," the girl whispers, standing.

"Come here, let me get you down." She urged.

The little girl practically jumped into her arms. She lifts her over the railing pulling her in tightly. Then she jumps off the railing. She glides down far away enough she could escape the ensuing mob.

That is why she went back. The kids saw her for a good person. Angel, God, or Savior. Adults saw her different, freak, monster, witch. Kids love to see and learn what they don't know, adults fear it. Why would she help people that didn't want her help. Especially when what they need help from is of their own creation.

She takes special care to make sure not to hurt the girl when landing. She lets go and runs quickly before taking off again. She just exposed herself, there were dozens of cameras around. Her face was about to get plastered everywhere. "Freak demon woman with wings." The stupid powers, wouldn't freaking work, one of the only times she needed it. Now she is going to get hunted like game.

Exhaustion washed over her, the wings used a lot of physical energy, which isn't exactly great if you haven't eaten all day. She was about a mile from her home in the rural area she lived. It took her a little longer than usual due to her trying to throw anyone watching off. She had flown a bit off course then purposely overshot by two miles. She landed a few yards from the front door. The wings retract as she heads to the door. She needed to rest for the few days to come. After a shower.

[aloenepchi]

me, writing the first chapter of "a story.": literary techniques!!! consistent themes!!! make your english teach proud aloe!!! clear characterisation and consistency with canon! give taho the happy, well written ending he deserves!

me now, starting the third chapter: what the hell is a "full stop"?????

[aloevera-o]

Writing Crapost 3

Why would they be afraid of her? Why is fear all she can feel? The questions shifted from what happened to her, to what did she do. What could she have done to instill such terror in their souls? Terror like this can only come if she had inflicted pain to them. Pain worse then death. She has no means of that, she was a teen, with no knowledge of how to fight. Nor the power behind that to actually cause harm.

What do you mean no power.

"Who is that?" she quavered, "Why, am I up here?"

You already see that... They're afraid of you.

"Who are you!? Where are you?" She demanded.

So many questions, you just awoke. Don't worry they will be answered..-eventually.

"What does that even mean, of course I have questions!"

We will talk again soon- Indigo.

"What?! You can't leave me. You haven't answered a single question," She then sits in silence for a few seconds, then she raged clenching her fists punching into nothing, "AAGGRHH!"

What had just happened? Who was, no what was talking to her? There was no one there. It had no fear in it's voice, it wasn't the people from below. Why did she have no answers, it was torment. Why did that thing insinuate she had power. She couldn't even lift her own bodyweight.

She focuses back to the ground. More and more people in suits just kept coming. There had to be well over 50 of them now. They had set up a tent nearby. A group of 6 of them approach the machine. It's too far away to tell exactly what they are doing. A speck appears inside the field, slowly getting bigger. It was coming to her.

Soon it gets bigger, it still looked like a dark speck. It kept coming, like a small dark brick. No, it was a radio. They were trying to talk to her. C r a p. What would she say, "she doesn't remember anything" but she knew she did something terrible. Crap, crap, crap.

She prepared herself to catch the radio, or at least not get hit by it. Pivoting downward angling to the radio, putting her hands out. It slows down, being sucked in to the same center of pull she was. She grabs it then pivoting upward. She looks at it, it was off. They want to talk, but they don't want to force her. They wanted to make her feel like she could decide.

[aloevera-o]

Writing Crapost

Good god, I have the sudden urge to write but I don't want to put in actual effort. So the next few posts are gonna be me just word vomiting with no structure. Probably gonna string it together and post on AO3 (AloeVera_o). Have fun with the ensuing chaos. (At least for me)

She cracks her eyes open,

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH" she screams falling from the sky. Wait, not falling... floating. The ground didn't seem to be getting any closer to her, she was just suspended. Was this the afterlife?... a dream? She gazes to the ground, guessing probably 1000 feet down. As she looks around she notes the blanket of snow over each house, with an orange glow from within. Cars dot the roads, accompanied by a few people walking the roads, but something is odd about them. She studies for a few moments, then realizes. They are all stopped, looking at her staring at her.

Why are they staring at her? Just looking? Leaving her up there? It was too real to be a dream, she could always tell in dreams if she thought about it. It couldn't be the afterlife, there was no warmth, but it wasn't cold either. It felt like limbo, an in-between state. She didn't quite exist, but there were people, looking.

____________________________________________________A few moments ago

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH" a scream is heard in the distance.

"Mama, mama, what is that? What was that noise?" Little Timmy asked.

"It was the girl in the sky. She is awake and very angry." His mother responded with tact.

"Why is she angry? What did she do to be put in the sky?" he questioned.

"She hurt a lot of people, and they locked her up there so she could not hurt anyone else."

"Why did she hurt them? Did they hurt her?"

"I don't know Timmy, but we are safe. She can't get to you."

"Okay," he responded. Confused as that is not what he wanted to know. He was worried the girl in the sky screamed in sorrow, after all, she was up there alone with no company. He would be lonely up in the sky like that.

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[aloevera-o]

Just another (fic) idea pt2

(This contains minor gore and emotional hurt)

The gentle hiss of the shower began. The running water washed over her soothing the aches in her back. The grime rinsing off. She lathered shampoo in her hands, rubbing it into her scalp. Her brown hair cut short, about an inch long. She hated taking care of it if it was long, this way she could shave it herself.

What was she going to do. She had been laying low for a little while because of the advance in surveillance and tracking of literally everyone. Now they had her face, and they know part of what she can do. It is going to take them less than a week to track down where she is. Then they will try to use her.

"Crap, fricking crap!" She snapped. "What am I going to do. What am I supposed to do. This bull crap doesn't come with and instruction manual," she babbles. "What do you want from me! Just leave me alone, I don't know what you want me to do!" She sits in silence for a few seconds. "Really, now is when your quiet, nothing! Not a hint, not even a tiny notion!" she snarled into nothing.

She begins banging her fist into the shower wall. The wall cracks on the third punch, scraping the top of her hand. The pain makes her slow, eventually just pushing her fist into the wall. She lays her head on the side of the shower. Her fist slides down the wall laying open at her side washing the blood out of the cut.

"Didn't stop me this time did you," she whispered.

The hissing stops and she changes into one of the three pairs of clothes she has. Two of the pairs are cargo type pants, a colored shirt, and a pair of socks. The one she just put on were comfy pants and another shirt she used for pajamas.

'Clean' The old pair of clothes is levitated into the air, specks of dirt come out from the clothes creating a small ball. The ball drops into the sink drain almost perfectly.

"Well now you work," she says bitterly.

[aloevera-o]

Writing Crapost Cont.

Continuation of my last post

What happened to her? Last she could remember it was the middle of summer. She was...was getting ready to go to the town's strip mall with her friend Lilax. The snow so thick, it had to at least be past Christmas. It had to have been months from then.

Her head was throbbing. When was the last time she ate? The last time she had a drink of water? She didn't seem particularly hungry or thirsty, but the thought nagged at her. She glanced down once again, noticing a faint blue glow from some sort of machine directly below. It was a blue circle, with a faint glow lighting up the thin fog. It surrounded around when she followed the path upward. She was inside it.

There had been experimentation on small animals like mice with a similar levitate-y machine. It was no where near this level though. It was strange, the way it disconnected her from the outside world. Then came more questions, If someone did put her inside, who? Why would they put her inside?

Then she noticed a store, her hometowns grocery store, with two r's that the lights were dead, spelling g-oce-y. It was her hometown, why was she trapped, 1000 feet in the air, in her own town?

Ideas formed of what had happened. However, the facts she knew were so little. Yet she couldn't make up a narrative that would quite fit. Studying the ground, sometimes people would stop and stare, and she would stare back. There was a fence surrounding the strange machine below. Small groups of young adults and teens would occasionally approach the fence, some waved their arms.

Then the people in suits came. They let themselves inside the gate. Touching the machine, talking to each other, looking up at her. Studying her back, but unlike the previous people their gaze felt different. Fear, the difference was fear.

[aloenepchi]

i feel like victor hugo when i write bc my stories are too filled with a lot of internal dialogue, rambling and a striking deficit of things actually happening

[aloenepchi]

just posting this on its own here but!!!

the first chap of my uhhh ..fic???

in which nui taho and jukai get their chance!!!

i hope you enjoy!!!