Myths & Urban Legends Masterpost

What Never Made it to Print (Part One)

They always knew they’d end up together at the end of the line, they just hadn’t imagined it would be in this way. In hindsight, maybe they should have had some clue as to what that kooky old fortune teller meant when she said, ‘Together forever, and not a day more’.

Kyle had brushed it off as a cop out, saying the old woman had no way of knowing anything else about them-they really hadn’t given her anything to work with during their introduction and had yet to do anything more than give very short responses to inquiries she used to make her so called deductions- so she had gone with the usual thing that psychics always said. That there was someone out there that they would be with until their dying day, someone who they seemed to care about more than anyone else in their lives. He would admit that she had a unique sense of style, claiming that the two of them would be joined at the hip until the inevitable as opposed to their current girlfriends, but that was about all he was impressed by. Considering that it was nothing he didn’t already know, she was lucky to get that small bit of admiration out of him.

Shawn just didn’t see the point of putting any merit to the predictions. They might have gotten him excited when he was five, and Kyle’s mom had threatened to move hundreds of miles away if the boy’s didn’t eat their vegetables, but that was twenty years ago and the white lie was nowhere near palpable enough. Kyle was not going anywhere, and Shawn was not planning on letting any argument split up the only long lasting ‘relationship’ he had ever had in his life. If the fates had not seen fit to separate the two of them by now, it just wasn’t going to happen. So he was not to going to be inexplicably terrified of the thought of losing his best friend. While he believed that anything could happen at any given second, he also believed in facts and statistical data. The area they both lived in, the crowd they both ran with, the backgrounds they both came from, and the jobs they both had, were not conducive to a tragic outcome. They were both safe in the lives they created for themselves and as long as they were careful, it was always going to be that way.

So how they ended up here, out of breath and clutching to each other as if there was nothing left while literally staring down their demise, was pretty much a shock to both of them. Looking back on things now, it really shouldn’t have been.

(Sometimes I begin writing something, and while I decide at the end of my writing time that I like what I have so far, I never quite find a place to put it. So I put it on a shelf for later and occasionally look at it again to see if something comes to me. This is one of those times, and I still have no clue.) 

To Whom It May Concern

Dear Pen,

Please don’t run out of ink

I haven’t finished writing down everything that I think

Dear paper,

Please don’t rip

I know I have been writing harshly on you

Dear Book,

Please don’t end

I haven’t been able to relate to your story yet

Dear Reader,

Please don’t get tired of reading

You’re the only one who can hear the words of what I’m feeling

The Archer’s 1000 Picspam —> #19: Nayru, Goddess of Wisdom

The Goddesses of Hyrule

In the Victorian era, hand-fans were used not only to cool oneself but also as a secret way to communicate the language of love. For example, by running one’s fingers through the fan’s ribs, one is trying to say, “I want to talk to you.” The enigmatic language of the fan was widely used by both men and women. I. A fan placed near the heart. “You have won my love.” II. A closed fan touching the right eye. “When may I be allowed to see you?” III. A closed fan moved threateningly. “Do not act so impudently!” IV. A half-opened fan pressed to the lips. “You may kiss me.” V. Covering the left ear with an open fan. “Do not betray my secret.” VI. Hiding the eyes behind an open fan. “I love you.” VII. Shutting a fully open fan slowly. “I promise to marry you.” VIII. Fanning oneself slowly. “I am married.” IX. Letting one’s fan rest on the right cheek or the left. “Yes” and “No”, interchangeably. X. Opening and closing the fan several times. “You are cruel.” XI. Fan in front of the face. “Follow me.” XII. Twirling the fan in the left hand. “We are being watched.” XIII. Fan held over left ear. “I wish to be rid of you.” XIV. Carrying an open fan in the left hand. “Come and talk to me.” XV. Opening a fan wide. “Wait for me.” XVI. Placing the fan behind the head with finger. “Goodbye.” [Artwork: Secret, by Lee Yun-hi.]

Writing without an outline

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