#i made it to 6.5k and like. 70% of that is rhyming ajdjskjfkskfksd

[starryjellyfishies]

WIP Whenever

Thank you @captastra for the tag! I don't have a TOW wip to share (yet) so I'm sharing one from this DP fic I've had in the works!

I took the Ghost Writer and added a little dash of horror— keeping the rhymes of course! Because what's the point of writing if I don't hate myself every time I open the document?

Danny used the window to fly in. He wasn't comfortable waltzing in when there was still ectoplasm coating his skin.

The glass held a glance of his reflection.  Gone was his usual complexion. His cheek was sprouting a nasty bruise, but Danny decided it was more important to snooze. Tucker and Sam would probably fret, but he didn't feel like icing it yet. It wouldn’t take him long to heal. Even after minutes the gash no longer felt like a big deal.

He tossed aside the sheets and fell onto the bed, then crossed his fingers that he wouldn’t stain them green and red. Danny laid there, but his mind was elsewhere. He tried to sleep and couldn't. No matter how long he told his brain to shut off, it wouldn't.

He needed to take a break. All his wounds still ache. But the longer he lay, the more he realized he was coming apart at the fray. Getting up from his bed, he tried to ignore that unsettling dread. Danny realized he couldn’t rest. On his mind was yet another pest. He could still hear the damn prose in his head. He was certain he’d hear it until he was dead! He couldn’t keep living in this wordplay hell. There had to be a way to break the spell. When he spoke, the words never felt like they were truly his own. Even his thoughts carried the wrong tone. It infested his mind, his mouth, his entire life. Every rhyme felt like a knife.

As always, tagging anyone who sees this and wants an excuse to post that One wip (you know the one)!