Some Writing

Things I write that aren’t fanfic or a bigger project

smooch -

the petals float on the river


slepy -

a probably unfinished fictional/ac world me :+) why do i make all my art so small.... it's an accident u.u


The Passenger and the Moon

pachyderm-supernova -

The moon is a troubling antic. A child sits in a car and watches as the moon does not move despite the motion of trees or telephone poles. It’s the most interesting thing to stare at on the long drive. The moon is an oddball in the scenery, something that doesn’t seem to follow the rules.

The moon is a personalized autonomy. A young adult sits in a plane on a fully solo trip, still a new experience. For the first time in years, the young adult feels a peace and a freedom. Like the moon, the passenger feels like an individual piece in a world that can’t take them down.

The moon is a lifeless numbness. Ultimately it doesn’t care, because it cannot. The passenger, long after the rides, realizes that this is okay. The moon has no capacity for caring. It has no capacity for judgement. The passenger is free.


pachyderm-supernova -

I got this from a prompt from the podcast Start With This, who got it from the podcast Imaginary advice. I didn’t think I could feel inspired at all today, but I’m really happy with how this turned out.

The challenge is to write three sentences with the format “The moon is a (adjective) (noun)”, where each adjective and each noun is randomly generated, and then use those to start three paragraphs. I took the extra challenge suggested by Start With This to base the first paragraph on the past, the second on the present, and the third on the future.

Thank you for reading this! I hope you liked it.


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The Passenger and the Moon

The moon is a troubling antic. A child sits in a car and watches as the moon does not move despite the motion of trees or telephone poles. It’s the most interesting thing to stare at on the long drive. The moon is an oddball in the scenery, something that doesn’t seem to follow the rules.

The moon is a personalized autonomy. A young adult sits in a plane on a fully solo trip, still a new experience. For the first time in years, the young adult feels a peace and a freedom. Like the moon, the passenger feels like an individual piece in a world that can’t take them down.

The moon is a lifeless numbness. Ultimately it doesn’t care, because it cannot. The passenger, long after the rides, realizes that this is okay. The moon has no capacity for caring. It has no capacity for judgement. The passenger is free.


Spurious

(A very short story inspired by a random word generator.)

Moods were so fleeting sometimes they seemed fake. Like in the middle of a depressive episode when you watch a funny video and all is right with the world- that is, until the video ends.

The depressive episode was temporary too of course, but not nearly so fast. What was it about good moods that seemed to lie to you for a moment in the storm? Was it just lightning pretending to be the sun?

(Author’s note: I promise I’m not always this depressing. See you next time!)


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