Clutching my wounded chest, I stumble a few steps on the ice before bracing my fall by grabbing the snow-kissed mountainside for support. The wind is beginning to pick up and night will set soon I grumble to myself as I shuffle along the narrow pass. If I were to look back, I could almost see the ashen cemetery with the billowing white tree where I was a few days before. But I don’t, so I don’t. A few more hours of near misses and bitter cold land me into a narrow opening in the mountainside, which I eagerly press myself into. The separation of rocks opens slightly as I shimmy deeper until I’m met with a small, twenty-foot-wide cavern. Using a blade, some rock, and old cloth as tinder, I start the weakest of fires. The slight illumination allows me to make out the shape of a being pressed against the back wall of the cave with a dull orange glow pulsing. Cautiously, I approach the figure, blade drawn. I squint at the being and see a very faint, blue aura surrounding it’s whole being;
Are you alive? How can you tell?
Your soul is a sinkhole. Your brain, a dry well.
You're a person, it seems, but you know it's not true.
You're a bundle of clips, strained elastics and glue.
You look at yourself and you know you're not right.
A building condemned to be knocked down a flight.
The blocks and street corners are lined with their houses.
With music and light, the whole populace rouses.
They step and they drive and they talk and they mingle.
While you remain empty, forgotten and single.
You shamble and sputter, you wobble and stutter.
Your skull is of gas. Your fingers of butter.
You can't talk, you can't think, you can
Please Keep Trying (And Be Kind To Yourself) by Neodusk, journal
Please Keep Trying (And Be Kind To Yourself)
First of all, if you are one of the people who responded to my last status update on DeviantArt, thank you very much for your support, and I'm sorry for not responding to your comments. I was in a very dark and panicked spot when I wrote that and, to those of you who asked, I assure you that, no, it was not a joke at the time. I regret writing and posting it, but you don't exactly make the most rational choices when you're in a state such as the one that I was in. In fact, you almost forget why you did it, or sometimes that you even did it, once you start feeling normal again. To some of you, that may seem overly dramatic and irresponsible, b
Have you ever crossed the street without looking both ways, and were a little disappointed when you made it to the other side?
Have you ever hesitated to brake to avoid a crash while driving?
Have you ever looked at a ledge or a balcony or an overpass, and wondered if the height would be enough to kill you?
Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night, and all you could think about was suffering and death?
Have you ever felt like you hurt someone, and the only way to make up for it was to hurt yourself?
Have you ever imagined the sight of your own corpse, and what it would be like when people discovered it, in whatever state you lef
Weightlessness|Outertale!Sans x Reader by ClanWarrior, literature
Literature
Weightlessness|Outertale!Sans x Reader
"So lemme get this straight," Sans started as you and him sat on a lone rock-essentially a chunk of Stardin Forest-looking out towards the town itself. "You need to wear that fishbowl to help you breathe?"
"Well..I don't think so but I'm kinda scared to take it off," you admitted, blushing slightly.
"Do ya ever planet to?" He chuckled, tapping the glass. "Hey stop that!" You pushed his hand away. "It'll break!"
"You really think so, kid?" Sans asked, leaning back and sighing. "Honestly it makes you look like an astronut. I mean, if I can breathe just fine, why can't you?" He looked back at you. "The asteroid belt does have a magical barrie
GAR Barracks, Coruscant
8 days after the battle of Kamino
Water spiraled in the fresher basin, its rasp against the ceramic the only sound immediately in the freshers. Outside, the busywork of war went on, with all its hurrying officers and soldiers in heavy boots and the short calls they made to each other.
The isolated nature of the freshers had been a relief to Cabur at first, a breath of cool air. He’d showered, dressed in clean fatigues and was halfway through shaving. The silence was starting to bother him. The feeling of calmness had left when he’d turned off the shower, and now it was the silence of a waiting ambush.
FAE (Minivent): How Strange... by Pikachewy99, literature
Literature
FAE (Minivent): How Strange...
Augh.
Fen winced and made for the nearest rope, swallowing as he tried to fight back the sense of nausea that was starting to churn his stomach. Renai chirped as she helped nudge him along. She was so happy she could be of help to her dearest friend! The exorcist sighed in relief as his hands came around the cord. Thank gods. With bleary eyes he looked down to the buildings that were way too far below him, and he felt regret as vertigo overtook him again. The view was gorgeous, sure, but he really didn't like the accompanying feeling of losing his lunch. Despite all the prep and practice they had done, it still didn't stop his body from rebe
FAE (Nanoevent): Forward by Pikachewy99, literature
Literature
FAE (Nanoevent): Forward
The boy trembles in the darkness, icy eyes scanning desperately for a figure they can't see. Keep moving forward. Trust me. That's what he has been told. He hears the scuffling ahead, and the distant call. Forward. It isn't too late to go back, but can he really go back, alone?
No.
The boy continues to stumble. Forward. Again. Until finally, he steps out into that glade. The grass is soft on his ankles, and breeze is gentle on his face. Fearful eyes fill with wonder at the canopy of trees, the sea of stars, the glowing world once hidden to him by grey walls. The Ouroboros can't restrain him here. A soft smile settles over his lips.
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