#new writing project

[theunhingedwriter]

It was mid-October, and the chatter of this year's Halloween party adding like wildfire around the company. People were trying to figure out each other's Halloween costumes and when and where the party will be held this year, but the main topic was...

This year's costumes!

Everyone was so expected. Halloween was the only day that the company wasn't breathing down everyone's neck, and it was a breath of fresh air, especially after how busy everyone has been since the boys have been on tour in the US.

The event was always held in the commons area; everyone would pitch in for snacks and drinks, regardless of position. But, as you would know, It was many about alcohol. Everyone could get drunk and loosen up after a hard-working summer.

You were pacing your hotel room, nibbling at your lower lip; you had ye, angrily. Everyone else had already bought theirs and cool props to go with it. Even Mingi had him, and everyone knew he was always late.

You were fighting a battle with yourself.

Am I a ghost this year?

Rabbit? NO! not.

I should cosplay. But what?

" ugh, why is this so hard?" you uttered angrily, scrolling through Pinterest to get some outfit ideas or see something that might strike your eye that you might want to buy.

It was so hard because you wanted to wear something that would impress two particular people.

As of late, you've been trying to spike their fancy and get them to notice you. You've worked with Ateez for a few years and like them—more than you'd like to admit. However, you were unsure of their status because they had yet to present, even though you were around the same age. They were late-bloomers despite hoongjoon being older than all of Ateez.

Which the other members who have presented are sure to tease him about. How come the second to oldest still needs to be present?

It wasn't just hoongjoon that had yet to present. Mingi was well despite being the third to youngest and hasn't shown any signs of presenting anytime soon. He told you how it was embarrassing being the second tallest member and still not knowing what he would be.

You related to him in a way, and you always felt like your classification always put a damper on your life. You've always been able to pass as a beta, even though you were an omega. You wouldn't have been able to get as close to boys as you did if the company knew anything about you being an omega.

When you first started, it was unacceptable for omegas to work with idols because of risks with heats, and some omegas will purposefully not take their meds to try and get the idols to attack them and try to get the Alpha to mate them.

But, in your predicament, you wanted to be the hairstylist to your best friend, San.

You've always loved doing hair, and San hasn't trusted anyone else with his hair, so when San made it into ateez, he helped you get the job.

"What do you plan on wearing for the Halloween party?" San asked you excitedly.

You and him tried hard to find good costumes, but neither could find one. Then an idea popped into your head.

"Chucky's bride!" You nearly screamed.

San was barely able to stay in his skin from the scream; he looked at you surprised and snickered softly,

"Who is who?" he joked.

You giggled.

"Well, I'm Chucky, of course!" you teased, smiling brightly at him as he rolled his eyes at you knowing better than you to argue with you over something you want to do.

The boys had learned that arguing with you is like arguing with a brick wall.

SO! you were going to be Chucky, and... San's hair was blonde anyway.

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I’ve edited this part so read until this section is done

" It's so crazy that the 13th was on a Friday this month! It was so fucking scary, just like Friday the fucking 13th," Jongho said.

As Hongjoon let out a disapproval sound at the youngest cussing, he hated hearing Jongho cuss because he still viewed him as a baby. The youngest rolled his eyes and laughed softly. He knew it pissed Hongjoon off, but it was so funny to see him get upset with Jongho.

To you, it was adorable... his face would scrunch up cutely, and he would ball up his fist next to his side and bounce them off slightly while stamping his right foot was adorable.

You snickered softly as they started to bicker a bit; you saw San setting the commons area up with some of the staff and the rest of ateez.

Mingi was helping Yeosang hang some decorations; San was putting the snacks on the table with the staff while wooyong was lying on the couch. So you decided to watch Mingi and Yeosang hang up things.

" need some help?" You asked them

They both snicker a bit, which makes you frown; you know nowhere a little on the short side, but that doesn't mean you still can't help.

" Thanks love, but we're good," Mingi says, using the nickname he usually calls you to keep your violent impulse at bay.

You roll your eyes and nod your head. You'd get him later and Yeosang as well. After that, it was your turn to pick the movies you'd most defiantly get them back.

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And this

You nearly jumped out of your skin from the scream that rang in your ears, it wasn’t from the jump-scare on the screen, or the terrible actor pretending to be afraid, oh no. It was from Song Mingi himself. You turned to face the other as you gave him a sly smirk. After all…you told him you'd get him back for teasing you.

He didn't believe you.

"Awe, Mingi, are you scared? " You teased

Mingi's body goes stiff, and he glares down at you, which sent a shiver down your spine. You've never shivered like that because of any of the boys; the glare the other gave you was cold, harsh and intimating but… also confusingly sensual, it made you sweat at little, was a little frightened but the fear felt…nice?

You broke eye contact with mingi and looked back at the movie. Then, you heard a chuckle on the other side of your body. You knew it was hongjoong, which made you want to sink into the floor. He must have seen the whole interaction with mingi; it was him, you, and mingi on the side of the couch with the rest of Ateez spread out around the rest of the sofa, but mingi and hongjoon decided to sandwich you between them.

Mingi was still looking down at you while your entire body started to burn with embarrassment; why was he staring at you so much? It was beginning to make you warm…no... you were a blaze.

"Heh, you gonna stare at me the whole movie." You mocked.

Mingi didn't laugh. However, he did lean closer to you to look you directly in the eyes.

"you think this is funny, huh?" He grumbled with a soft growl.

Your body went stiff as you broke eye contact with him once again. The look mingi was giving you made your entire body feel like it was on fire, and hongjoon's taunting giggling made it worse. You could feel your chest heaving in deep breaths, your chest tighten, throat becoming dry and vocal; cord straining from the harsh gulps you were taking as your forehead broke out into a sweat.

What the hell was wrong with you? Why did you start to feel like this all of a sudden?

Your body felt like an inferno ! like someone just tossed a lit match into your stomach, making your body engulf into flames and it just kept getting hotter, and hotter.

You felt like your body would cave from the heat as you start to sweat a bit for and feel the urge to pass out.

You let out a small huff in pain; your stomach started to churn and burn as heat spread throughout your abdomen outwards.

Hongjoong noticed your distress and gently touched your thigh, which had nothing to cover since you were in a skirt. Your body went stiff, and you released a soft, anxious sigh.

" you okay, sweetheart?" he asked softly as you shook your head. Then, his eyebrow frowns in worry.

"What's wrong with you?" he questions softly.

You shook your head and took your other hand to stand up, but mingi pushed you back against the couch.

Mingi looked down at you with concern,” are you alright, your body feels like it’s on fire.” He tells you worriedly as he pushes your forehead to his right cheek to check your temperature, once his face got closed to yours his pupils go small as his jaw goes slack and he grabs you up and give you a crazed look before uttering,

"You smell so divine…” he grumbled as Joong added,”just heavenly…”

your body starts to go weak, your muscles intense, jaw going slack as you sink into the couch as his soothing voice sends your once working brain straight to mush…

This is going to be a long night…

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Thank you so much for reading my very first fan-fiction!! This was so much fun to write and I hope you’ll stick around for my other stories!

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[mxxnlightwriting]

A Spark of Magic — A WIP Masterlist by mxxnlightwriting

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[eddieismissing]

black cat part five

word count: 2.3k

pairing: reader x eddie

warnings before every chapter: 18+, steve and robin, mutual pining, enemies to crushes, obsessive behavior, violence, inexperienced reader, cheating, fighting, drinking, parties, blood, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, oversharing, flirting, fluff, angst, swearing, and other things i’m sure i’ve missed.

a/n: here’s part five! as always it wont make much sense if you don’t read the first parts. i would love to hear feedback and ideas about the next five chapters if anyone has any suggestions, im about halfway done with the next ones, and will be posting those next month. (it gets really smutty after this last chapter so seriously, no minors please!!!) this is proof read but i’m sure i’ve missed some things, but hope you enjoy nonetheless.

part one // part two // part three // part four

the early hours of november 15th, 1985.

it was well past midnight now, the crowd of the party was almost absent. a few kids stood around in their cliques wondering where they would be crashing tonight. definitely not as steve’s place, he had enough on his hands with eddie and robin already staying over. he didn’t wanna wake up to strangers in his house when he woke up with a hangover. the small talk robin had started to form into a huge conversation between the three of you. losing track of time was easy around eddie, steve, and robin. you wondered if they had other friends, or if it was just the three of them all the time. you liked them and their friendly bubble. they seemed really close. steve continued the conversation, 

“yeah, eddie was telling us about you. he was upset about the situation earlier, but the guy has tough skin. nothing really bothers him. it’s hard to piss him off.” steve boasted.

robin nodded in agreement. eddie was tough, but he wasn’t mean, not to people who didn’t deserve it, and he hardly snapped. earlier today at school he was bitter but he had reason to be. you were wrapped up with the jocks, preps, and student council. you had quickly become everyone's favorite student. so many people wanted to get to know you and you had only been back home for a week. except eddie, he didn’t want anything from you or your social status. he only wanted to help the pretty girl struggling with her locker at the end of the hall. your mind continued to wander while steve and robin talked with each other. their conversation slowly faded away into white noise. lost in thought, you thought about how eddie had approached you giving you a helping hand, and realized how much it met to you for him pulling your boyfriend away from you when you couldn’t stand the pda you were being subjected to. he did that out of the kindness of his heart, and you had been really harsh. and after all of that, he still had the courage to apologize to you. your cheeks warmed. you thought back to how gentle he was with you outside in the backyard. he let you invade his personal space, but most importantly he was himself. you hoped that the conversation you both just shared helped with mending a bridge between you both, even if he had forgotten it in the morning.

you hoped he wouldn’t.

it was reassuring to hear from robin and steve that the eddie you had spoken to moments ago wasn’t putting on a facade to you. you couldn’t help but wonder if he was always flirting with people, and before you could stop the words from escaping your throat you spoke,

“is he always a flirt?” you asked.

“who? eddie?” robin giggled.

“i mean.. sure, but depends who he’s speaking with. if he’s really laying it on heavy he either wants something, or he’s got it bad…” steve said while sipping his drink. 

robin gave steve a knowing glance.

“he almost kissed me you know..” you confessed.

steve looked at you with wide eyes. you frowned.

steve spoke to cheer you up, “oh c’mon, can’t blame the guy when you’re dating that asshole jock, he’s treading on thin ice.” steve assured it wasn’t your fault.

robin nodded.

you took steve’s words to heart. you questioned if it would’ve gone different if you weren’t dating anyone. you didn’t seem like eddie’s type but in some sick, and twisted way he was yours. he was all you could think about. a twang of rejection hit your chest. the insecurity of steve’s statement earlier of eddie just wanting something burned. was eddie just really drunk? he could’ve just been blinded with lust. maybe you were just blinded by lust.

“i think i really like him.” you whispered.  

then the three of you heard yelling coming from upstairs. 

the whole house got quiet. steve’s heart dropped. there was a loud thud that shook the walls upstairs. then a muffled yell. steve’s body tensed, he felt almost frozen. there was another jumble of swear words you three could almost hear. steve turned his body, it was eddie that yelled. he knew that voice. he jumped up from his relaxed position he once held. you and robin jumped from his sudden movement. steve was fast to come to the rescue. the sound of eddie screaming at the top of his lungs made him sober up pretty quick. steve knew eddie never held that tone with anyone. this had to be bad. his brain thought to all the bad scenarios he could walk in on while he was sprinting up the stairs. he thought eddie might’ve been getting jumped. he yelled back at you and robin when he was at the top of his stairs, 

“stay downstairs!” he demanded. 

steve cocked his head down the halls. the door to the same room eddie often stayed in was wide open. he rushed to the end of the hall. steve watched as a girl in a large shirt and pajama pants left the room with a terrified expression. steve let her pass and asked if she was okay before he rushed into the room to figure out what was going on. eddie was on top of some guy laying on the ground. his friend must’ve already got a few good hits on him because he wasn’t really moving or putting up much of a fight. steve watched him get up off of him, but eddie’s verbal punishment continued as he shout down at him,

“are you fucking serious! you greedy son of a bitch!” eddie spat. “you’re so selfish! you have the prettiest girl here! and you waste your chance with her on another bimbo?!” he cried.

“eddie! eddie! hey man!” steve tried calming him down, he pulled him back.

he pushed steve off of him. “no, steve, you don’t get it. i like her. we talked. she’s perfect, and this fucker thinks he can just walk all over her? i'm going to find her and i’m telling her what he did.”

“eddie! you can’t ed’s. look at you! you’d scare the girl!”

eddie’s words rang in steve’s ears. he wanted to tell eddie she liked him back, but he couldn’t. not yet. her boyfriend sat in the middle of the floor and he wasn’t going to share your confession in front of the two boys. steve didn’t see the benefit in him spilling the truth. he held his tongue and tried keeping a poker face. 

eddie looked at his hands. eddie’s fingers dripped blood. it wasn’t much but it was noticeable. his knuckles were red and his demeanor was evil. steve needed to calm him down. his eyes started to water, he was so pissed off he could cry, but he never cried in front of anyone. only steve on a few occasions but he wouldn’t let this get to him. he told you he wasn’t going to help you again. he looked at steve with sad eyes. steve and eddie wanted to tell you so bad, but steve was right, eddie was in no shape to face you right now.

“listen.. she’s downstairs with robin. you’re gonna ruin her night if you tell her what happened. she’s gonna be headed home soon. it’s gonna be okay,” steve assured. “she’s gonna be okay.” steve paused. “you said you weren’t gonna deal with these guys anymore. leave it alone. it’s not your job to get involved, i don’t care how much you care for her. this is going to be bad for you.”

steve glanced at eddie’s fist after speaking, his knuckles were swollen now. a bit of fresh blood danced on the silver rings on his hands. when eddie looked back at steve he was embarrassed. he shouldn’t have just jumped on the poor guy like that, but his temper got the best of him. steve looked away from his best friend and at your soon to be ex boyfriend. the guy was only in a white shirt and boxers. he was still laying on the ground but he sat up on his elbows. he didn’t say anything. blood was all over his face and dripped onto his shirt. the collar was stretched out. eddie probably dragged him out of the bed before punching him in the face. his eyebrow was split and his eye was swollen. he would probably need stitches. 

“got a good hit on him this time didn’t yah?” steve joked to cut the tension.

“sure did.” eddie answered. 

the boys paused. 

“please don’t tell her, okay? i don’t wanna hurt her.” your boyfriend whined. 

“shut the fuck up!” eddie and steve yelled at him in unison.

“you have a lot of balls asking us not to tell her, buddy.” steve scoffed.

eddie continued his sentence, “we’re not going to tell her, you are. you are gonna tell her first thing tomorrow. you tell her everything. you understand? start to finish. if i find out you didn’t i'll come find you and beat the shit out of you.” eddie threatened.

“yeah, and i’ll help him” steve pointed at his chest with his thumb.

“as if that would matter” eddie joked. 

steve scoffed at eddie before eddie started talking to your boyfriend again.

“i’m gonna lay it out for you. you’re gonna sit up here with me. steve’s gonna go downstairs and get her a ride home. she’s going to go home. get her beauty sleep, and tomorrow morning you’re going to go over to her place, tell her what happened, and break her heart.” he paused.

“and i hope you feel like a piece of shit the whole day. i doubt you will. but i pray to god you do.”

steve rushed downstairs after he heard eddie’s last words. he greeted you and robin. the crowd was cleared out, there were only a few strangers in the halls and on the couch. the commotion upstairs startled everyone. no one wanted to be caught up at steve’s house or be involved if there was fighting. usually fighting at house parties resulted in the cops being called. but you and robin stayed put. you remained quietly downstairs, trying to listen in on the loud muffled voices of the guys. you were both curious as to what happened. robin’s eyes grew wider as she saw steve’s full expression. steve gave her a look. she let out a sigh of relief. 

“he’s fine.” steve said. “the guestroom is a fucking mess but it’s whatever. he’ll clean it up.”

“thank god.” robin sighed.

“who’s fine?” you questioned.

steve glanced at you, “hey! …you..!” steve paused.

“so!” he clapped his hands together, “eddie said you had to get home. like, right now. so how about we find you a ride?” steve nodded.

he introduced you to one of the guys on the basketball team. steve knew him because he played with lucas. he knew you would be safe with him. you three chatted for a bit before steve and robin sent you on your way. your house was only seven blocks from steve’s. you lived in the neighborhood over, but he and robin insisted that you didn’t walk because of how cold it was outside. you agreed without putting up much of a fight and said your goodbyes. as you walked towards the entryway you turned to steve.

“thanks for being so kind tonight, guys.” you addressed both of them. “and i know he’s probably asleep by now but could you maybe let eddie know that i wanted to tell him goodnight?” you asked.

steve scoffed, “yup! you’re right! he is totally out like a light!” 

robin nudged steve in the ribs. 

“but ill be sure to pass him the word in the morning. i promise.” he nodded.

soon after you left, steve and robin looked at each other in shock. they were shoving each other as they rushed back up the stairs. their eyes were wide, they crowded in the room to see if anything had changed. it hadn’t. eddie remained in the room pacing back and forth while the football captain sat in a pool of his own blood on the floor. robin rushed to eddie to give him a hug. the guy was having a tough day. when she pulled back she looked at his victim.

“woah. you totally busted his face in.” she laughed.

your boyfriend scoffed at her comment. robin stuck her tongue out at him.

“okay that’s enough from you big guy. your lucky eddie didn’t knock you out.” steve said while grabbing your boyfriend off of the floor. “but you don’t get to be mean to robin. that is where i draw the line. you have got to go.” 

steve began walking him out of the door frame and down the hall. when he reached the stairs he carefully made his way down. it was late now, and though it was friday night he didn’t like staying up as late as he used to. he eased his way to the bottom and then opened his front door. steve forced him to leave his house and sit on the porch. he knew he’d get a ride home eventually, and he deserved to sit out in the cold for a while to think about what he did. meanwhile, upstairs robin turned to eddie. 

“you okay?” she paused. eddie didn’t respond. “uhm. i’m gonna go grab you a glass of water, okay? just stay put.”

“m’kay.” eddie sighed.

he fell on the bed with a loud thud. his head softly landed on the two white pillows that laid at the top of the mattress. as soon as robin left his side he was out cold. he swore that this was definitely going to be his last party he ever attended. he didn’t care what steve bribed him with, but before he drifted to sleep he remembered he said that last time. he huffed.

[edwardianblouse]

Lily

All that summer, we lay like dogs in the long grass, waiting for something to happen. That day, Lily and I had been hunting for a mythical beast said to prowl the moorlands near where we lived. All the lodgers who blew in and out of her house had seen it, Lily said, she’d made them spit-shake on it, and she believed anyone who exchanged bodily functions with her. 

We spent most of that summer talking about the beast and boys and what we would do when we were famous actresses. We searched pictures of Dartmoor sheep killings on the internet, zooming in on their open, filmy eyes. We read news articles about a satanic cult slaughtering farm animals in the area. We jumped into sparkling rivers and stuck out our thumbs down tree-tunnelled roads, hitching for rides. Lily did all the talking. At thirteen, her green eyes glittered with a confidence I rarely saw in girls our age. I longed to be like her. I longed to be grown-up and full of secrets. Existing in a world where impossible things could happen to me. Where I could make things happen. Instead, I sat at the back of cars, wiping my clammy hands on clothes my mum picked out for me. 

The legend goes a large dark beast skulks the heather-topped moors in Devon, where I grew up, killing livestock and roaring into the night. There have been hundreds of sightings. In the 1800’s, it was believed to be a spectral pack of hellhounds that rode out with the devil. In 1978, a circus owner claimed to have freed three of her pumas on Dartmoor. There are still reports of sightings to this day. I google them in my lunch break, staring at blurry phone images of furry, featureless shapes. Lily and I are now strangers. And I did grow up and become a woman with secrets. Impossible things have happened to me and I can make things happen. Back then, the latter felt like a luxury. Lately I’ve been trying to remember that. 

I admit I am not the person I hoped I’d be when I was younger. They never tell you that the ache of letting go of a life you will never live, of a person you will never become, can be as winding as heartbreak. Late at night, film reels flicker in my head showing the imagined woman, an effigy of everything I am not. The imagined woman follows things through to completion and makes her parents proud, she is a better friend, partner, sister, dinner party guest; she earns better money and has thicker, prettier skin. She is disciplined, consistent, happy. The imagined woman is as elusive as the mythical beast I once searched for all those summers ago. I have a deep desire for her to be real and yet disbelieve in her all the same. 

Last year I turned thirty. The number felt like an anchor, tethering me to Earth, to the child who’d come this far, and the mirror reflection of the woman I am. I may not be the person I hoped I’d be when I was younger. But that’s okay because I’m starting to outgrow the two-dimensional figment trapped in my mind. Like shedding baby teeth to make way for something stronger, deep-rooted, these days I have loftier ambitions: to be a good person, to have a good day. I take comfort in tomorrow, that you can always be just one day away from something wonderful happening. I find myself exchanging smiles with strangers. I laugh til my ribs hurt. I cry at films and no longer avoid mirrors. My unfinished projects are a testament to trying. I have friends who know what I'm thinking before I open my mouth. If that’s not magic, then what is? Maybe things are going to be okay. 

Late that afternoon, Lily sat up suddenly. ‘Do you hear that?’ 

The sun was slipping in the South. Lily’s head was in the last of the sunshine, catching in her hair like a cloud of light. I saw her shadowed face shift, but I couldn’t make out what expression she was wearing. My own face twisted in terror. 

There was a loud rustling coming from the forest. Close, getting closer. I strained my ears. There was the bone-snap of twigs, the thunder of steps. 

‘Definitely an animal,’ Lily whispered in nervous excitement, ‘a large one.’

We huddled closer, hands met wrists, sticky and sweet with sun cream and blackberries. I couldn’t look. I buried my face into Lily’s neck like a child. I thought of my parents. Of jagged teeth. Fairy tales. 

‘Oh.’ Lily’s shoulders slumped. I peeked out through strands of her dark hair. A cluster of cheery, red-cheeked hikers emerged from the forest. One of them waved. 

‘Damn,’ Lily said, with a little huff. Then shrugged. ‘Oh well.’ She untangled herself from me and stood up, brushing dirt off her jean shorts. In the fading light, a hand reached out to me. 

‘Tomorrow?’

 Tomorrow.

[once-upon-an-idiom]

So, the short story is done (yay!) but I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with that so it’s just kinda chilling.

Until then, I have a new project that I’m really excited about that I cannot wait to share with you!! It is a VERY different vibe, more of an action/comedy, but I can’t wait to see where it goes! The working title is…..

UNDERDOGS UNDERCOVER

(re: underdogs undercover)

It’s based off of a game I used to play during elementary school recess and friends I’ve made thought the year, so this project is really special to me. Can’t wait to share more! Please reblog or comment any questions or comments and I will be happy to answer what I can!!!

See you on the flip-side!~ O.U.A.I.

(Edit): currently working of finishing my final essays but I graduate(!!!) on December 14th, and plan to spend a good chunk of the winter break writing before I go back to start my masters(!!!!)

Stay tuned!!

[indycinders]

in four days, i've written 25k words of a new novel i'm working on.

if that doesn't tell u what my hyper fixation is idk what will

thinking about making a writing tumblr to post it, but also thinking about just posting it to wattpad or smth. oh the possibilities

[kathleen-lyons-the-writer]

You suddenly find yourself in... a tavern-looking café? The owner is scolding a drunk deity, and you have no idea how you got here.

Grab a cup of coffee or cocoa and converse with Rosalee Callahan, the owner of Café Pantheon.

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The Café Pantheon podcast

Just the adventures of a café owner who deals with the typical quirks.

Marriage squabbles between Zeus and Hera.

Supply runs to Asgard, Mount Olympus, and Tír na Nóg.

Helping the Kami get ready for festivals.

The occasional game of Uno with Loki.

Making sure Titania and Oberon don't start a fight that threatens to destroy the entire planet!

And also reminding Dionysus CONSTANTLY that the café doesn't have alcohol.

Yeah, these are typically things that Rosalee Callahan has to deal with.

[crow-caine]

To Be Determined: Prologue

The Bronze Raven. Quite catchy isn't it? It's a quaint establishment; one with enough room for about two-hundred bodies if they squeeze together to make the room. Never a dull moment within the cobblestone and red oak walls. Merry melodies and lively laughter can be heard reverberating throughout the building, and candlelight and fairy fire can be seen dancing among the furniture and bounding up into the rafters. The smell of various roasts, stews, and pastries consumes the senses while the patrons drown their sorrows and celebrate their joys with ale, mead, and other spirits. The perfect place for a band of adventurers to find solace and warmth. Never a dull moment, indeed. 

Many lives changed when those tavern doors opened to them for the first time. I know mine did. I was “down on my luck,” as some would say. The truth is, I was destroyed. My life, if I could even call it that anymore, was in shambles. I had lost every aspect of myself that made me, me. I was a storyteller; silver-tongued and eloquent, full of life and drive, and emboldened by the mere prospect of adventure. Now tattered, my words would get caught in my throat, for the stories in my collection, the adventures in my journals, and the life I once had plagued my mind and weighed far too heavy on my soul to ever share in full. 

A storyteller rendered incapable of telling stories for fear of... well, quite frankly I’m not quite certain anymore. I knew in the beginning why I held a deep fear of telling my tales, but that knowledge is lost to me now. A failing memory doesn't serve a storyteller well, but I suppose it suited me; still suits me. Perhaps my stories became too tragic for the ears of the audience I used to gather. Perhaps they grew into something too horrific for any mind to stay sane should they hear them in full. Perhaps they were...

Apologies. 

It seems as though I'm losing myself to my thoughts. 

The Bronze Raven, in concept, was meant to be a safe haven, a sanctuary, for all who entered; the tavern keepers were successful in this endeavor. The keepers care not about where the patrons come from or the path they are taking. They simply welcome all with open arms. 

The day I found The Bronze Raven, I was lost, though that's a light way of putting it. I had hardly any recollection of who I was before my plummet into the waking nightmare I found myself in. The tavern keepers, however, found me. And after taking in the sight of my horror-ridden excuse of a body, the couple gave me journals with a glint of melancholic familiarity in their eyes. These journals were filled from cover to cover with stories; stories that I felt I should know, but they were missing from my collection. 

The invigorating tales of adventure within the journals were unraveled, disjoined if you will. There was a deep ache in what little remained of my soul at that realization. It felt... wrong.

So I began to weave. 

[hoodiehydra]

Prologue

Prologue: New year, new… life?

Am I a morning person? Definitely not. What time was it now? 6:05 in the morning. Beside me, my digital alarm was blaring in my ear, its usual, annoying wake-up call. Harshly pressing my finger down onto the “stop button”, I clambered down the ladder of my bunk bed. My sister was happily snoozing on the lower deck. Ugh, why does she get a day extra?

Preparing myself to face the ominous gates that I would encounter too soon, I just got ready for the day. Pretending like it was an everyday thing, I hummed a rather cheerful tune, despite my inner feelings. 

A casual, happy tune being drowned over the sound of panicked buzzing and worries. My subconscious was too loud, I couldn’t hear myself think at all. I frowned. Dryly swallowing my breakfast down, refreshing my throat with a cup of cool water, and tidying up my hair, I was finally done with my looks.

All that was left was to get on that train, pass the school gates and survive the first day of school.

In a new class…

New people.

I let out an involuntary sigh. Well, that’s the end of my somewhat relaxing holiday. Soon enough, the effects of a daily 5 hour’s worth of sleep will eventually catch up onto me. Slumping, I got onto my train, arriving right on the dot. The train started to move, inside with a deafening whirring noise of some sort. Plugging in my headphones, I started to play whatever song came on to my shuffled playlist. 

No, no. This new year was just… off. The train was dead silent. Nothing could be heard besides the occasional voiceover from the advertisements. And the loud noises of the train moving, of course. 

Breath tensing from the deadly silent atmosphere, I clenched the cold, metal rail of the train, uncomfortably shifting from the anxiety of starting school, and the questionable silence.

Maybe they were just nervous for 2023? No, couldn’t be. They weren’t even using their phones or anything. Were they… dead? They had zero motion, not one person blinked. Nothing.

I silently shuffled over to a random someone. No response. Still, like a statue. It was terrifying, to say the least. Was I about to jab a stranger in the arm? Yes, I was.

Forcefully nudging the lady, who was unfortunately  my test subject, she fell over. Fell, collapsed, whatever. She had not given me a single response to any of my actions, not even a gasp of shock or anything. Just- silence. Everyone else, too. Nothing.

The poor woman laid there, face-flat on the floor. Her hair covered her face. I kicked her body, before she turned to lie flat on her back, strands of hair still on her face.

Her mouth was wide agape, eyes rolled back, like she was possessed or something.

With a breathy groan, she muttered, “We are coming.”

And with that, my head spun, and I jolted awake from my bed, sweat trickling down my forehead.

What the fuck just happened?

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New year, new stories for me too XD

Oh wow I wrote something

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[theresidentstorian]

Go read my new fic!! 💕🤭

[mxxnlightwriting]

PIANO PROJECT — A WIP MASTERLIST by mxxnlightwriting

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Two ex-best friends must work together to create the best musical their school has ever seen. Between writing, composing songs, and acting feelings out, they discover that people drifting apart is not always a bad thing and that meaningful friendships always find a way to work out.

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genre: ya coming of age type: first novel in a interconnected series pov: dual pov, third person, past tense status: brainstorming | outlining | drafting | editing | proofreading started: december 2021 | finished: --- | released/published: ---

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friendship first, romance second; family dynamics; first love; ex-best friends to friends; figuring out who one is supposed to be; people's expectations of others and oneself; baseball; writing music/poetry to deal with life; high school musical vibes; heartstopper vibes; comforting vibes; winter vibes & more!

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[basement-student]

How are you doing

Thank you for asking,I might be a little late no actually really late to answer this but I have been fine,it has been a bit of a hectic academic year with a lot of things to catch up on,a really important hectic year and actually the results will be posted tommorrow so I'm a bit worried but ig what's done can't be undone so better not mull over it and I have been thinking of posting a story on Wattpad though it's my first time,i hope i do well

[ashes-writing-corner]

Hello fans and followers I have wonderful news!

I have set up a patreon where I will be uploading lore and a better draft of my story once the original draft is done. For now I only have a basic tier but as I get more patrons I'll be adding more tiers and therefore more awesome benefits. This isn't publishing in a traditional way but i feel this is still very much valid. Thank you so much for helping my dream become a reality! Love you all!

Please join and add your support! Now for only three dollars a month you'll get a shout out on patreon and access to all the lore I intend to post ^.^ thank you so much!

I also now have an Instagram! You can come find me on Insta under the name asheswritingcorner! I hope to see you there ^.^

[forever-fixating]

Researching some incredible ladies for a new project…I’m pretty excited about this one!

I’ve been inspired by reading and watching Daisy Jones and the Six. It won’t be a copy of that story, I promise. It’s a rockstar!Austin story, but his lover is not one to sit on the sidelines. I hope y’all love her as much I do.

Stay tuned! 🎸🕊️🌼✨❤️‍🔥

[laazulmuerta]

Eternal midnight

(Short story)

Chapters to my short story

1. The Silent Observer

2. The Bookstore Encounter

3. A Cherished Routine

4. The Revelation

5. Sealing Their Fates

In the heart of Paris, a vampire's ancient longing collides with a mortal's unwavering love. Their forbidden romance ignites a tale of passion and peril, where eternal desires clash with mortal dreams.

[tinyducklings-kooky-insane-stuff]

OC names(The ones that I know are mostly fleshed out)

Quetzalxochitl Navarro

Rion(Rye) Townsend

Estela(Max) Cadaval

Cynthia Bennett

Severo Iafrate

Dante Carballo

Hampton(Might change first name) Walker

Travis Cole

Rylan Cooper

Diego-Alejandro Abasto

Theo Moonfeather

Daniel Havebreaker