Oranges-and-peaches - ParisTheDummy

had a dream/nightmare a wrote the plot of a whole story

please can we do inbox trick-or-treating this year. can we make that a thing on tumblr. please please please please please

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

i feel the urgency of not wanting to fail and the pull of just wanting to give up at the same time

notes:)

I wrote this to be part of a big series I’m creating and I love it. It’s something I wrote in 40 minutes which is pretty good for me

It has some violence and character death so watch out for that

If you want to follow more closely of things you can go to my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Orange_Clouds/pseuds/Orange_Clouds

"You're a beauty, a luminary, in my face…," I jump to the song, waiting for the intense part to kick in. I've recently become obsessed with problems by mother mother; it has quickly turned into my favorite song. I had been pacing from corner to corner in my bedroom, hoping I'm not being loud enough to awaken my roommate. I'm doing a mix of skipping and jumping because of the excitement. I reach the corner my door is in and quickly touch my fingers to the wall next to it. I turn around and skip to the corner my bed is in and allow my leg to brush against it.

I give a wide grin when the lyrics I had been waiting for come in. "I've got problems…," I turn around and get ready to jump and dance only to give out a short scream. The smile of pure excitement I had on my face quickly dropped when faced with the face of a creature staring at me from my now cracked open door. I stare at the thing in horror and watch as its hand slides in holding onto my doorway. It reminded me of one of those guys in k dramas that put their hand against the wall to pin the girl. I almost laugh at that thought before quickly correcting myself.

From what I can see the thing is very tall and lanky. Having to bend down to fit itself in the hallway. It has at least one long spindly hand that's now breaking the wood of my doorway. Its face is very oval shaped and it almost looks like it's wearing a mask. I can see nothing of the body or legs but its neck is very thin; with it looking like a small branch. As I'm analyzing the rest of it something draws me back to its face. It's only then I notice what I assume to be saliva dripping down its face onto the carpeted floor.

I slowly reach up to pull down my headphones. I was hoping for it to be like a wild animal; meaning I was attempting to not make any sudden movements. With my headphones off I could now hear the growling and labored breathing coming from the monster. My eyes widened in fear, wondering how I was supposed to get out of the situation. My eyes suddenly shift over to the wall my closet is on. What happened to my roommate? Oh god. Did this monster already kill her? Eat her? Was I too busy blasting music that I didn't hear my own roommate, my friend getting killed? Or did she somehow get away? Or did the monster come to my room first? If it did I hope she has enough sense to run instead of trying to help me.

My eyes quickly jump back to the monster at the slight movement. The thing was slowly sliding itself into my room. My mind starts rushing, wondering what I should do at this moment. Should I try jumping out the window or throwing something at it and running around it? I didn't get to make a decision before I heard a whistle blow and the monster jumped forward at me. I scream and bring my arms up in an attempt to cover my face and chest, but that didn't help me. I scream out in pain as I feel its sharp claws dig into my arms and then my chest. I pushed my arms into its face to push it away but that only resulted in me cutting up my hands from the sharp teeth it apparently has. I feel the tears well up in my eyes from the fear and pain that I'm currently in.

I attempt to push out my legs to no avail before going limp; hoping if I don't struggle as much the thing would just get it over with and kill me. But of course that didn't happen. No. This things' giant hand instead grabs at my face to force me to look at my doorway. There I see my roommate. My eyes widen as more tears fall from them at the emotionless look on her face.

Oh.

I don't think she's here to help me.

That was the last thought I had before the thing squeezed its hand and everything went black.

Me: I don't write for validation.

Also me when my story on AO3 gets a kudos:

hyperfixations are so embarrassing my professor was lecturing and i wasn’t really listening and then he said “batman and robin” and my whole brain lit up like an excitable dog hearing the word treat. embarrassing fr…

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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