She spotted him from across the busy coffee shop. He’d been looking at her moments before but averted his eyes down to his phone when she looked at him. His black hair was strategically messy and his five o’clock shadow seemed intentionally scruffy. As she watched him, he looked at her again and smiled, calculatedly embarrassed. Feeling her heart flutter, she smiled back and waved. Steeling her nerves, she picked up her mocha and maneuvered her way between patrons to his small table.
“Is this seat taken?” she asked, sheepish.
“No, please go ahead,” he responded in a low baritone.
She smiled and sat across from him, sealing her fate. Finally, the plan he’d been putting into place for weeks was set into motion.
Inspired by a crazy dream I had last night:
Make a Wish
I grip at your base,
Twist and pull
Displace
Your happy yellow blooms,
Beloved of bees.
I rip out your roots,
Stuff you into a bag.
Beneficial, nutritional, medicinal,
Hated by humans
Because you can't be
Marked, marketed, bought or sold;
You are a Survivor.
You thrive despite
Constant disruption.
You'll still be there,
Poking through the cracks
Your head turning fluffy white
To alight on the passing wind
Or the breath of a child
Who hasn't learned your sin.
New horror story on Vocal:
https://vocal.media/horror/dr3-m-inc0l0r
That madeleine moment,
Dunked in tea.
Precious fragments
Of the past,
Involuntary, unbidden,
Brought on by a certain, specific smell,
Triggering chains
(autobiographical)
Temporal, traumatic.
Recurrent research reactivates
To elicit positive emotional effects.
The bibliophile in the library,
Evoking borrowed memories.
Fade
As I scroll through pictures of
My past, I wonder
How many moments have faded into
Oblivion,
With no formal record to remind me.
I used to keep receipts
From good times spent
Before everything was so
Well-documented.
My family would tease
For the habit I'd picked up
Somewhere
While I reminisced
That trip to a fast-food restaurant.
I still keep mementos
No one else would understand,
A piece of ribbon, confetti, a
Dried-out rose,
Unable to let go
Of the memories,
The people that have left my life
Where only scraps remain.
#art
Derrick Pthalo, semi-retired henshin hero, has decided to take up magick as a hobby. Along the way he's gathered a diverse group of ladies to help him on his way. Life should be easy, but strange monsters seem to follow Derrick wherever he goes. What is the secret of Neo Teal Crisis?
An idea for a new story brought about by seeing multiple posts encouraging artists to make "really weird niche self-indulgent" stuff. I'm not sure where it would go, but I do have a prologue chapter written in my head.
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