I realise why I dislike arguing with parents. Because currently the only thing I can do is play music loudly, not talk to my mum and angrily glare out of the window, as if it hurts her… :| But on a more topical note… Still no writing… I've hit a DEEP Writer's Block, I think I need some gentle nudges in the direction, but I don't want to write something casual. GOD DAMNIT.
I'ma put up a little something something in a few hours. It may or may not be that story I subtly hinted at a few days ago sorta.
flings davekat at everyone ___ You knock twice on the door to his respiteblock, sharp and fast. "Karkat?" you call through the door, and when you receive no snotty or rude reply, you try the doorknob. Unlocked. You step into the room, eyes settling on a figure sprawled on the ground, surrounded by a pool of bright red liquid. You bolt forward, falling to your knees, a choked cry escaping your lips. With shaking hands, you reach out and unwrap Karkat's frail fingers from the handle of a small knife, the blade itself stained red with his blood. You glance at his other arm, then stand up and run as fast as you can, until you're outside on the meteor. You fall to your hands and knees, then proceed to empty the contents of your stomach onto the ground. "Dave?" someone calls, and moments later someone pulls you up. Rose and Kanaya, both their faces painted with concern. "What's wrong?" Rose asks, voice cautious. You fumble for words for a moment, glad you're wearing your shades; tears are rolling down your cheeks. Not cool. "Karkat - he..." you can't say much more, but Rose glances at Kanaya, and Rose takes your hand, leading you back towards his respiteblock. Suddenly, it's not her hand, it's Karkat's, as the two of you walk around the meteor, silent, but the happiness of simply being together suffusing the air. A strangled sob drags you back to the present, and you stare at his crumpled form again. You fall against Rose, chest heaving, and she gently sets you in a chair and kneels next to Kanaya. They talk back and forth, but the words are lost in the buzzing in your brain. The shock, disbelief, and pure worry mix and spin 'round your brain at a million miles per hour. Kanaya stands up, cradling him like a child, his bloody arm dangling down. With a sickening lurch, you read the word he had carved so desperately into his arm. 'MUTANT.' Rose takes your hand again, leading you after Kanaya. You sit at his bedside, the dim light in the room not helping you stay awake. Your shades rest on the bedside table, the door safely locked. A hoarse sound sends you shooting up, out of your chair. He lifts his non-bandaged arm weakly, and you take his hand in yours gently, pressing your lips to his cold and shaky hand. You look at him, red eyes meeting red eyes, and strain to catch the whispered word. "Dave..." he mumbles, and your heart lifts. "Karkat, I'm here," you whisper, crouching down to his level. "I...I'm...I'm so sorry.." he struggles to get out, and you watch as his face goes slack, a rattling breath leaving him before he breathes no more. You let out a strangled sob and stumble backwards, dropping his hand and crashing into the wall, breathing hard. "No..! No! Karkat, come on! Speak to me!" You plead, tears rolling freely down your face. "Karkat, please, you can't leave me..." You sink to the ground, hiding your face in your hands. A key rattles in the lock and there is some shouting, before someone picks you up. You lay on his bed, head under his pillow - there was no sopor slime on the meteor - breathing in his scent. Someone lifts the pillow off your head, and you bury your face in the sheets, refusing to look at them, your shades once again inconveniently out of your reach. Suddenly, it's not his bed; it's yours, and it's his hands lifting the pillow off your head, his hands gently making you sit up. His arms wrapping around you in a comforting hug, his voice muttering soothingly in your ear. You kneel beside his makeshift grave, crying silently behind your shades as Kanaya gently deposits his body into a shallow hole you had managed to dig. Suddenly, it's not his body, it's Bro's, and it's not Rose's hand on your shoulder, it's his. Suddenly, it's his arms holding you together, his arms holding together your shatter heart. But suddenly, he's not there, and you fall apart. You stand up, and on unsteady feet, run back to your room, and fall into your bed, sobbing. You lay on your bed, finally calmed down, and you stand up, sniffling softly, before pulling open the bottom drawer on the little bedside table you had found, and pull out one of his shirts, burying your face in it. You mumble softly into the fabric that smells ever-so-slightly like him, ever-so-slightly of grumpiness and anger and lilac and love. "I'll see you soon, Karkat. I promise."
Ugh, Dave. I don't even ship Davekat and you're giving me feelings.... How would you guys feel about doing some sort of writing exercise to get the creativity flowing one of these nights?
This is a small story that I wrote a bit back. Sadly, I couldn't emulate the same writing as in A Glimpse of the Sky (another short story that I wrote, Steampunk themed), so it's not as good. Feedback? The ground swept up from under me. I fell, feeling heat and cold wash by me many times. After and unbearable amount of time I hit the floor on my back. I rolled over, groaning and clutching my stomach as I fought for breath. After two minutes I stood up and brushed myself off. The room was a covered in dark red marble from the floor to ceiling. Whichever way you turned, doors adorned the wall at ground level. Each had a number going from one to ten. "Choose..." The sound came from everywhere at once, and I whirled around to find its source, but to no avail. So this is Hell, I thought, seems kind of empty. Each door opened in turn, a whirling vortex showing inside each. I decided that it should just choose now, because I wouldn't be getting any clues as to which one I should choose. I chose door number seven, as that number had always appealed to me. The door was pulling in on me, I feel it! While walking towards the door I felt myself moving faster and faster, as the vortex called to me. I stepped in, and screamed. It burned. Every part of my body burned. I had glimpses of every terrible thing that had ever happened in my short life. The world flipped upside-down, and I landed on the ground. Except it wasn't on the ground… it was pavement! I stood up wearily, as my body was now hurting in every imaginable place and more. What the **** is this, I wondered. I was in a seemingly high class neighborhood, the sun streaming down on freshly cut grass, perfect driveways, sidewalks, and roads, and glossy white houses with black highlights. Children shouted, laughed, and screamed as their friends played games like Cops n' Robbers. I walked up and over the nearest curb and lay down on the grass. It was the perfect heat, with the sun shining from behind me. Everything was perfect, even my favorite song was playing somewhere behind me in the neighborhood. It was too perfect. There must be a catch. And there was. "What the **** are you doing there!" Someone came running from my right side while screaming. "What do you mean?" I shouted back. "This is about the last place you want to be right n… dear God. It's started. Get out of here!" I was about to shout back a reply when I noticed that something was wrong. I placed it immediately. My favorite song was now sounding broken, as in those toys, which right before they run out of battery, talk very slowly and forebodingly. The sky was turning a deeper blue, then turned to blood-red. The sound of the children frolicking also change to a harsh screaming. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. The ground was sticking to my shirt, and it was burning. I screamed for the second time in five minutes, which had the side effect of catching the notice of my newfound friend, who was already running away. He jerked to a stop on the now half melted tar on the road, and caught himself neatly from a terrible fall. He started back towards me, and all thought my screaming, he pulled me up from the ground. "Lose the shirt!" He shouted. I ripped off the remainders of my shirt and ignored the steadily increasing blisters on my back. We ran, pounding down the melting street, dodging the worst parts of it, and jumping to the curb and running on there when the road itself melted, and kept melting. Suddenly we were all alone, balancing on the curb as the grass on our right sunk ten feet lower than it should, and the street on our left sunk twenty feet. A block ahead the street and grass was back to normal, and we nearly made it when I lost my balance. I fell flat on the small curb, nearly missing a deadly fall to the right. I stood up and kept running. We both jumped the last few feet. I hit the road hard and hit my knees; he landed softly and rolled, going immediately back up to a standing position. "There's no time, come now!" I stood up, though I was already gasping for breath. The heat in the previous area had sapped me of much strength. We ran forward, and stopped. There was a child standing in front of us. It seemed to me that my newfound friend wasted no time for his reaction. He jumped forward, right leg extended outwards and slight sideways to his body, straight for the child's chest. The child screamed, spouting dark purple blood from its mouth. My friend quickly back peddled and signaled me to follow. We kept running. And the sky just got darker. Soon it was raining searing droplets of blood, splattering on my bare back as I charged through the mist. We kept running. Suddenly it all changed. The entire sky became bright and sunny, the music changed back to it's normal sound, and the children continued playing. "We're nearly there. Just around that corner. Quickly though, it wouldn't do to be caught just before the end." We rounded the corner on the left. A bent shop sign lay on the street, a bloody street sign lay crooked on its post, and there were bullet holes and deep gouges everywhere on the street. "Home sweet home," whispered my newly found friend. I looked farther down the street, rather than putting my hands on my knees and gasping for breath like I had done a few moments ago. A building. I don't know what type of building, because it was warped out of shape in impossible angles, but it looked like it might just be either a hospital, police, or military building. We sprinted the last few hundred feet, an came up to glass doors, which had long since shattered and been boarded up. The door opened, and we walked inside.
But I know exactly what I'll write, and how it'll be done. It may not be the timeliest of pieces, but you will all hear and read the bard's tale of Isen the warrior in due time!
Oh, By the way, by the other story, I was trying something new out, so I wasn't very high on my best writings scale. Though I don't really write much of anything...