For all the less popular writers. For the writers who don’t get much attention. For the writers who have a very small following, or no following. For the writers who don’t get a lot of notes or comments.
You are valid. You are brilliant. You are creating something unique and magical and all yours. No one would create it better. You are creating! You’re writing! That is a magic all its own, and all yours.
You are valued, and valuable, and good enough as you are.
i. we found wonderland. it was no wider than a few centimeters, and no calmer than a mother’s lullaby. the warmth of your hands holding mine, and your shoulder carrying the weight of my mind – wonderland existed in simple moments like these.
in these miniscule seconds, angels seem to thrive. flowers bloom anew, and life seems complete; certain.
ii.but even in wonderland, happiness came at a cost. you learnt that a heart waiting for your arrival at twilight couldn’t keep you warm in the winter’s cold, and i couldn’t light a flame at the hearth without your firewood. happiness in wonderland, came at a cost – the cost of your pained patronage, and my incapability to escape the cages of my mind.
that’s when you realise angels can fall, and flowers can wither. life is uncertain, and it always will be, when you can’t tell the roses apart from the ivy.
i don’t have much to say about this one tbh :um: you can tell i haven’t written in months when you read this <3
Also thx to @lexiklecksi for pushing me to write more for the Tekbury
The Tekbury pt.2
Recently we had found new ruins. An old electrical storage device there pointed us towards a structure we hadn’t found yet. From what the stored data could tell us the structure seemed to be far underground. To deep for any of our sensor devices. The entrance hidden behind a very deep natural cave, that we hadn’t looked into so far as it seemed to lead nowhere.
Our collective mind decided to send a group of three down there. It took us about three days to get to the point where the structures entry point should be at. We saw nothing but stone. Had our ancestors lied? Was it what they called a joke? Our collective mind decided that the three down in the cave stay another day while the scientific part tries to encode more of the storage device.
It took most of that day, but eventually we found out, that the Tekbury of old used a so called ‘material projector’ to recreate the stone. Only way to find out which side was fake, was to point a laser pointer against it, as that is the sign for the machine to turn off.
We got into the structure and we’re shocked by what we saw. After we passed the entry checkpoint, which wasn’t guarded by anyone or anything, we suddenly stood in a large open area that looked exactly like one of the cities they must have had. The buildings were still standing, even the fake sky above the big city was still working.
There wasn’t a thing that looked destroyed or even aged. There were a few fully stocked supermarkets, but we didn’t see anyone. Not even a single sign of live. It was eerie, almost creepy, to be in such a large lifeless city. We found some pictures depicting families that had lived down here. Still not a singular soul.
Our collective mind was starting to get a bit emotional. It quickly made the decision to get those three out of there and send a full expedition down together with most of the historical part. We didn’t find a lot of new informations. The most important was that we found out why there was noone down there.
The families in the pictures had been actors, meant to lure in the wealthy and powerful just so the owner could profit of the societal decline. In the end that had happened faster than anyone expected, but also so slow noone noticed it. So none of the ones that paid to be safe down here had the time to get here.
It still was a great structure and it could still serve the purpose of being a city. We decided to settle ourselves in the city. Just in case we above ground would have to fight, our collective mind would be safe for an eternity and beyond.
Also to honor those that created us, in the silent hope, that we’d be better. We honor, by living, by filling this city with laughter and banter, hope and pride.
We will survive.
Wooow that’s so cool! I love how the robots find this lost city and realize that it was just used as a trap to lure others in and exploit them. It also makes me wonder how much time passed between the abandonment of that big city and the collective mind finding it (like is the supermarket still stocked with fresh food). In case you want to write more about this story, you might need to figure out a timeline what happened before the rise and fall of the Tekbury and the collective mind.
Fair warning: my taste in music is all over the place!
The music for the upcoming Witcher game was recently released and I’m so in love with this EP, especially this beautiful song:
This song is my newly found anthem to survive like I’m not even kidding
This is the newest cover of a South African child choir (a cover of Toto’s Africa was in my YouTube recommendations and I instantly fell in love)
I also have mixed feelings about my cultural heritage and I grew up bilingual. Plus this hip-hop song flows both in English and German!
Three essentials
lip balm: I agree with Elda on this! I have this obsession with buying lip balm in different flavours and putting it on every 10 minutes but I can’t stop cause without it, my lips get very dry.
my phone: Well, you see, I mostly socialize over social media …
my noise-cancelling headphones: Turn the world off, turn music or true-crime podcasts on.
Two favourite books
Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor: the worldbuilding is so unique, the characters are complex and interesting, I love the magic system and above all, I love how poetic the style of writing is!
Anne Frank’s Diary: an essential read for everyone! Yes, she was a Jew prosecuted by the Nazi regime, but above all, she was a teenage girl who wrote down her thoughts and feelings in a diary and I could relate to that. I’ve read the uncensored version of her diary at least four times!
As I look upon my hands, I see them sprinkled, flooded in red. I look up and see the raspberries, of which I was eating. I’m full now, the juice on my hands a sign of just how many of these juicy fruits I ate. I get some more and bring them home.
I’m washing the red from my hands, it’s mixing with the water and turns it a very faint red as well. The raspberries are somewhere safe. As I finish scrubbing I look into the dirty mirror. A man, neither young nor old, with a black beard, cut short hair and a very tired look in his brown eyes looks back at me. I should clean the mirror. I keep going, prepare food, eat and go sleep.
I meet with him again. Unplanned. Unpleasant. Also welcome. This time I’m prepared. I throw my knife into his eye. While skinning and cutting out the best meat for transporting home, I notice that my hands are sprinkled, flooded, red again. I go on, while I cut, I remember the species that owned everything here before I came. I’m a bit like them, bipedal and intelligent.
I’m washing the red from my hands again. Again it is mixing with the water and turns it bright red again. I put the meat somewhere safe, so I can prepare it a bit later. I scrub until my hands are clean, I look up and notice I still haven’t cleaned the mirror. I stagger over a bit, it seems that behind the man looking back at me, in the far distance is another man. I vaguely remember that man. At the same time the mirror is showing something impossible, as directly behind me is a wall. I keep going anyways, prepare my food, eat and go sleep.
I look down on the creature in my arms. My vision becomes shaky. My hands are sprinkled, flooded in red, but the creature is a human this time. He is very heavily wounded. I try to stabilize him as best I can. I look into his face. My vision is clear now. I know this man and he means a lot to me. He meant a lot to me, as I thought I had seen him die before. I try to fight down my mind which is telling me to end him and enjoy the meal.
I fight it down. I still try to save him. He looks up at me and while I try to save him, with all his last strength he held a hand to my face, locks eyes with me and whispers: “It’s okay, my love, it will all be good again.”
