#alternative literature

[literaturecravings]

— Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami

[crypticqueen]

My tongue's not tied.. It's mangled When I try to mend words when we're entangled; Minds melt / bodies scrambled. Mangled | 011124 -Crypticqueen

[mephistos-stuff]

INDIGO CYCLE

First chapter/episode draft

A series of conversations held by two friends

@blyth-thehuman

@mephistos-stuff

Qamar abd-allat

Aliases: Marmar

She/her , He/him

4'11 ,deer antlers, and yummy bone marrow and the most adorable disposition

They're a kid from a dysfunctional family who's trying to get her shit together in life, mentally, spiritually, and academically,spends most of her time, engaging in whimsical and listless conversations with her friend often indulging in gossip and going on cheesy misadventures around her unnecessarily massive boarding school.

Isioma Okonkwo

She/They/He

Aliases: Sisi, Oma

5'5, Goat horns, "jokes" about eating people, tries hard to be poetic,adores their friend

They're the kid whose parents are religious leaders and who wanted to be a nun at some point but really didn't have any faith in it but is still plagued by religious guilt and trauma, and doesn't really know what to do with their life and doesn't understand much of anything.

Qamar and Isioma are wandering about in the tangerine orchard that surrounds the main library and a myriad other smaller buildings scattered at all corners of the orchard, Qamar narrates loudly about the massive rats that have been terrorizing the labs and certain not very secure storage units pointing to Isioma's shoe for emphasis on how large they are, somewhat exaggerating but isioma knew better than to doubt the details of their friend's energetic retelling, their voices loud and boisterous in laughter and teasing, as they walked by an open library window the other students began getting annoyed at their overly self indulgent storytelling and began making vocal complaints before getting shushed by the librarian,who tutted and shook his head disapprovingly at the two friends who quickly apologized and quicken their pace, taking note of his flushed cheeks, crooked glasses and disheveled hair, giggled profusely, in a not so silent knowing manner

Till they made it one of the abandoned buildings,it was an old chapel no longer in use, pews overgrown with vines and the walls held a similar compromise, wild flowers struggling to bloom out of once vibrant now broken marble floors,the roof sported various holes and enlarged crevices that gave home to all sorts of creatures nesting birds and bats alike and rumors of serpentine friends lurking about in cooler somewhat damp corners, they took in the scenery of their frequent place of Communion and took their place upon the steps of the pulpit which were much cleaner than the rest of the dilapidated structure, giggling amongst themselves about rumors being peddled about someone catching the headmaster and the librarian together in the old music room, exploring more than just classical notes,there have been sightings of two of them in very compromising positions nothing too egregious unfortunately, just long wistfully queer gazing, affectionate pinky holding during Assemblies, and the headmaster's painfully stick in the ass demeanor seemingly melting away when they are seated together at breakfast engaged in painfully passionate jealousy inducing conversations, the whole situation gives off the sweet scent of freshly cut bowls of berries, apples and apricots, and the two friends also chatted about the gossip brewing about the biology teacher and the head lunch lady being "really good friends" who had recently been caught by no one else but Qamar herself, snuggled away in each other's arms in the seemingly empty teacher's lounge with the biology teacher whispering sweet nothings into the head lunch lady's ears whilst she giggled and they shared a soft brief kiss before utterly melting away into a puddle of each other, how perfectly sapphic of them, Qamar was bemused by cupid's hold on their campus, and expelled her thoughts in cheeky limericks and saucy details to her friend

Isioma: Love is in the air, dear Marmar so many swanly rabbits about

Qamar: except for me💀

Isioma: except for us, comrades in our trifle against romance,we are unaffected by infatuation influenza, sane in body and mind

Qamar:But I wanna fall in loveeeeee

Isioma:love is for hooligans and vagabonds.... My kind of people but I digress

Qamar:Love is for hooligans and vagabonds TO YOU, I get it though...

Isioma:yes, love makes people stupid and sometimes I pity those young and infected with it, painfully in love, riddled with heartache, especially for the wrong person

Qamar: I would want to be in a relationship only after I graduate, though love has me in a chokehold now, I need to focus on my studies,

There's a pregnant pause after which Qamar continues

Qamar: I would rather be stupid after I graduate...

(Qamar the ever diligent student says to isioma the poorly performing student barley surviving academically only passing by sheer luck)

Isioma: yes... Studies... They're important...super important

Moving on 😃

Isioma:love is fun to watch and somewhat nourishing to the soul from afar but it can be dangerous to get involved, heartbreak is fatal though an exaggeration it's still a possibility

Qamar: love needs trust and vulnerability that's always tough

Isioma: indeed love requires alot, lots of giving, lots of showing, lots of feeling, almost terrifying if you ask me

Qamar:To me it's something very nice, though I never understood why people compromised in relationships

Isioma: oh absolutely, why compromise on something you're already risking so much on

Qamar: Yes oh my god

Isioma: on a lighter note, a little birdie told me that the seraphs are coming, the day after tomorrow

*seraphs are a group of elite scholars and prodigies in various fields gifted with unique skills and on rare occasions abilities, they are also exceptionally beautiful (more has yet to be added on but let's see where this goes ^v^)

Qamar: but will they be coming? Are they coming to our school?

Isioma: hopefully not, they always cause such a commotion,but there's a chance a special someone will be accompanying them this time the *archeon *(I don't know yet) and they'll be stopping over in the village

*there's a village not too far from the boarding school it's Abit far but it's the closest settlement of people they are mostly surrounded by vast expanses of forest and wilderness

Qamar:Oh well as long as they don't cause trouble in our lives we'll be fine, though I heard a Storm is forming , it might rain tonight

Isioma:Oh a storm you say, now I'm excited the air is always so sweet before the thunder clouds gather

Qamar:I like the rain and thunder and lightening the most in storms, it's always so refreshing it feeds my heart just as it nourishes the earth

Isioma: Do you want to go to the green house after curfew with me, to soak in the storm with the flowers?

Qamar:Sure! But we might catch a cold. Worth it

Isioma: it's the price I'm willing to pay to listen to thunder rolling above like choruses of drums,drums beating ever so loudly and jarring rhythm like the hearts of Gods, if Gods have hearts, if they do I want to get lost in the music of them with you

Qamar: We'll have Catharsis take over us repairing the ruins in us

Isioma: indeed, we'll soak up the divinity of the stormy night and let the sounds of insatiable dreams arrest our hearts and minds

Qamar:And then we'll sneak back into our dorms and hand wash our clothes or else they'll know we were out after curfew,Gods that's gonna be tiring

Isioma: yup it's definitely going to be a draining activity, but it is preferable to the mundanity of early curfews and the idle chatter of fellow gossip hungry insomniacs, which in all honesty is far from mundane, but not quite the adventure I'm craving this evening

Qamar: Agreed, u think this will assist our mental health during the upcoming weeks

Isioma: yeah with exams coming up it's bound to take a toll on our bodies and minds

Qamar:we should get back to the dormitories now, so they don't suspect anything

Isioma: yeah we should, wow look its already 4:30pm we missed lunch 😭

Qamar:Gods no wonder I feel famished,let's go buy snacks from the vending machine near the teachers lounge back entrance I'm sure they have something good, hidden in there

Isioma:sure! That sounds like a plan, I'm really craving some chin-chin

Qamar: I think I'll take something sweet like maybe luqiamat, if it has any

Isioma: oooh yes I hope they have some, if it doesn't I'll eat the first person I see👹

Qamar: But I'll be the first person. you see👁️👁️

Isioma: then you understand what I'm implying 👹

Qamar: Good luck, cuz I'm all bones and no skin, have fun chewing on my sticks

Isioma: the marrow hiding in your bones will suffice

Qamar: 😭😭😭😭 let a bone live alittle will ya? 😂 Let's go!

Isioma: alright alright,but I'll get your bone necter one day 🤤

Qamar: 👀 nasty. The path to it is from going around the other side of the school, I think I know of a recently cleared out path

Isioma: perhaps, move it Marmar or I'll make marmalade out of your insides.

Qamar: sure, sheesh you're such a weirdo sometimes

Isioma: yeah well I'm your wierdo and you're never getting rid of me.

Qamar: I wouldn't dare to.

To be continued

[lipikkawrites]

If life can remove people you never dreamt of losing, it can replace them with someone you never dreamt of having.

-@lipikkawrites

[lovesdaya]

@lovesdaya

[ancientsstudies]

[panthermouthh]

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

[vielesundnichts]

- reyna biddy

[minimalist-quotes]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right. Keep moving forward

-@lipikkawrites

[demaparbat-hp]

Regarding the Cherry Wine Incident.

[singhriyaa]

I will meet you in an alternate universe and there no one will be able to make us apart.

[literaturecravings]

—The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

[crypticqueen]

Scoff, then Flick your brow to the right. I sure do L O V E When you speak far write. Axiomatic I'm Socratic Let's co-conflate It's called SARCASM, Betty... I wouldn't expect you to understand | 012224 -Crypticqueen

[marography]

[lipikkawrites]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right.

Keep moving forward.

-@lipikkawrites

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]