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Shelter from the Storm
week 18 "arin and ranei, taking shelter from a storm. the endlessly stormy forests of lazure offer them little time to rest.. but theyve been lucky with finding food, and found an overpass which can protect them from the storm, for the time being. after starting a small fire, theyre able to dry off, for the first time in a long time. food will eventually run dry in this area, so they cant stay here forever.. but theyll enjoy the fire and food while they have it, enjoying a rare moment of respite with one another" -the historian, 723sd hi hi! week 18, already? time flies by so quickly. anyways, wanted to draw some cute catboys. (you cant stop me). this one took me 6.5 hours, and has only 112 unique color values. not my best work, but im still pretty proud of it. anywho, thank you for checking out my work! i hope you have a wonderful week ♡
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Important Reminders
It rains more and more often
But as soon as evening and finally night comes, the rain turns into thick snow, so the rain cannot win. I find such weather very cosy, because then I can snuggle up in my cozy little house with my cat and read books and drink tea♥
- I love tea. And I love books. But most of all I love my cat <3
I like this melodie...
it makes you think and dream ..and I like to do that
in the rain
A short horror story I wrote
Word count: 1848
TW: Blood, death, confusion
The sound of the gentle tapping of the rain on my window awakens me.
Just by glancing over at the window I can see the dark autumn sky even though it must still be around noon.
Slowly I get up from the couch, I must have dozed off for a minute or so.
I walk over to my kitchen to see if there is anything to eat.
Opening all the cabinets and finally the freezer, I discover that I'm all out of food.
Damn, I forgot, it's grocery day today... and I still have to go out with this shitty weather.
Still I ready myself to go outside, I take my dark green raincoat and a bag.
I put on my shoes and finally leave, locking the door behind me, walking towards the nearest bus stop.
I know I'm being lazy, walking that distance can be done in about half an hour, but still this weather seems to only be getting worse.
As I turn around to face the weather I feel the cool breeze going through my coat and the water gliding off my face.
A greeting from the outside, a cold and wet greeting.
Quickly I make a run for the bus stop.
Each time one of my feet hit the middle of a puddle, the water flies around me, making me feel like a little kid playing in the rain.
It takes a couple of minutes for me to reach the small square hut, known locally as the bus stop.
I live in the middle of nowhere anyway.
As I finally lay eyes on it I almost dive for cover under the roof.
I know it doesn't really matter, I'm already soaked, but still, it brings me comfort.
Immediately I notice that I'm not alone.
Someone else is standing beside me.
Most likely also waiting for the bus to come.
Their face is obscured by their coat... Their dark green coat.
Did he get it at the same store as me?
For a while we awkwardly stand next to each other, not speaking a word, or perhaps letting the rain itself do the talking.
Cold seconds pass slowly and eventually I can't take it anymore.
"So... uhh... the weather is pretty bad, éh?"
I know the question is bad, small talk is not everyone's favorite, but worse than that, I don't get a response at all.
And we are back at listening to the rain and just standing next to one another, but this one more awkwardly than before.
The person next to me didn't show any sign of even hearing me.
Finally the bus arrives and I get on.
I look back, but the person behind me doesn't seem to be moving in the slightest.
Does he even breathe? I really can't tell.
"Hey man? Didn't you need to take the bus too?" I call over to him, gesturing that he can go in, but again he doesn't move at all.
I shake my head and then turn it towards the bus driver.
Unlike the usual uniform, they seem to be wearing another dark green raincoat. Almost exactly like mine, or perhaps it's completely the same...
I show the chauffeur my ticket, but he doesn't move a muscle.
Quietly I turn around to look further inside the vehicle.
It's almost completely empty, except for a few strangers dressed with the same dark green jacket.
For a moment I hesitate.
Do I really want to be on this bus?
But then the squeaking doors behind me close, cutting off my only escape route.
Obediently I take a seat, trying not to look around me and just stare out of the window.
When the bus finally comes to a halt at my stop I get out as fast as I can.
Strangely enough this is the first stop it made, no one got on and no one got off.
As I step outside, I am greeted by more rain, falling down even heavier than before.
Quickly I race towards the store and feel a sense of relief wash over me as I finally reach the entrance and hear the familiar chime.
The bright light hurts my eyes, it's a lot brighter than outside after all.
I let out a shivering sigh from the cold. It might be less warm here than outside, or perhaps it's because of how wet my clothes have gotten.
The water has gone right through my coat after all.
I notice my breath leaving my mouth in small clouds and rub my hands together for some warmth.
I guess it must be cold here after all.
Carefully I look around, it seems that I'm the only customer inside the store.
I should probably hurry up, I'm not sure if there will be many buses leaving after I'm done with shopping.
I take a shopping cart and start to move around the store.
Taking with me things for breakfast, things for lunch, things for dinner and of course some snacks.
Eventually I find myself next to an aisle that's entirely empty.
"How strange..." I mutter to myself: "I was sure these were filled just last week..."
I take a few steps back, towards the fridges where they keep milk and stuff.
Something about it seems off.
Carefully I take a closer look.
It looks like all the cartons of milk from the highest shelf to the lowest have all been cut in half in a straight row.
No, cut isn't the word.
More like half of it has been melted off.
The contents are spilled all over the floor.
As I inspect the next row, I see that these all have half-faded packaging.
I look up to find a huge dark stain on the ceiling above it, water is slowly dripping down onto those products and the floor.
It's almost as if the rain is washing it all away.
Quickly I leave for the check-out and find another one behind the counter.
A person, dressed with the same raincoat as mine, somehow still with a faded nametag on their chest, too faded to read.
Honestly it looks a bit silly.
Their hood is up and they look down, causing me to be unable to see their face just like with the others before.
I greet the 'worker' like normal even though he doesn't move at all and I hand them the money, which they don't take either, so I place it before them.
"Keep the change." I say, trying to joke away the fear I feel inside.
That is the truth after all.
I'm scared.
I'm terrified.
I'm terrified, but I don't want to let it show.
Everything about this day has been strange.
Normally I don't fall asleep during the day, normally I don't take the bus to the store, normally I don't stand waiting for a bus with a stranger...
Then there's the fact I haven't seen a single familiar face since I woke up. Why isn't anyone here when usually this store is filled with people I know?
I pick up the pace, too scared to look behind me.
What if they did move?
What if they did move, but only if I wasn't facing them.
What if they were right behind me, staring at me from underneath those hoods?
What if they wanted to do something to me?
I shake my head and enter the rainy and windy outside world again.
The rainfall has gotten even heavier.
I can barely keep my eyes open from all the water pouring down, only able to open them again as I blindly enter the bus stop.
This time I'm alone.
Though I doubt if that really is the case.
I mean, what if they're watching?
While waiting for the bus to come I look at my sleeve.
The dark green fabric has been completely soaked.
Why is it that we all wear the same? I think to myself.
Where and when did I even buy such an ugly thing?
I have another one, a blue one... right?
No, now that I think about it I'm not so sure.
This rain... it's making it difficult to remember.
The bus finally arrives for me to go home again.
Trying to avoid the spats coming from the sky, but failing, I enter the vehicle.
It's cold here too.
Like in the store small clouds leave my shivering mouth.
I look at the driver.
It's one of them again.
Or am I supposed to be one of them?
My coat shows our resemblance.
My hood is still up too.
I take it off and smile at the driver.
"Good afternoon sir, bad weather we're having, don't we?"
Suddenly I hear something moving in the back of the bus.
Multiple people dressed like me are sitting there, more than before.
All of them seem to stare at me from underneath their dark hoods.
I smile at them too, but now that I'm looking at them too they have stopped moving again completely.
The door behind me closes and I take a seat.
Everything feels so unwelcoming, it makes me feel a bit sad.
Looking outside of the window I appreciate the beautifully dreary scenery from my home.
It looks like the water levels have been rising far.
Much further than it normally would.
Almost like the water is trying to swallow it all up.
I'm glad I live up high.
We drive past a small cliff.
I look down at the water through the window.
The rain is still relentlessly hitting the windows, coming down unforgivingly at the windows, making me scared that it could shatter them any moment.
It has become a droning noise overtaking any thought I might have had as suddenly, I feel light.
Everything starts feels like going in hyper speed.
The bus has made a turn.
A turn off the cliff.
And we hit the water before I even realized what was going on.
It's all going so fast and yet, none of them moved even an inch.
All of the other 'passengers' keep sitting the way they sat before, not even trembling because of the fall. Making it look like they were plastic figures glued to their respective benches.
Windows break and water starts to pour in even faster than the rain.
Loudly I curse and get up from my seat in a daze.
My head is pounding terribly, did I hit something?
I'm not sure.
It just hurts.
The vehicle starts to sink and I start to panic.
A heavy tree branch falls through one of the small windows in the ceiling.
I jump back, but then see that it has shattered the entire window and created a way for me to get out.
The water is rising higher and higher and I reach for the window.
Now the people in the bus do start to move.
In a strange and shocking way.
Moving like they have never used a limb before.
Crawling around, stumbling around, a strange form of swimming.
Shit!
They're coming for me!
They're coming for me!!
They get closer and closer with their strange movements.
Trying to wrap their arms around me.
As I feel their freezing cold fingers touch me I kick around me as hard as I can.
"Stay away!" I yell: "Stay the Hell away!!"
Desperately I hold on to the branch.
The first few already have their hands wrapped around my ankles.
"Let me go!!!" I yell, kicking and screaming.
More hands.
And then they start to grip and pull.
The gray light from the sky starts to grow distant, my head is getting closer to the water.
The heavy rain has started pushing me down now too.
Pushing back my hands, letting me slide back down.
I've never seen or even felt a rain storm this heavy, it feels like it's trying to get rid of me.
Trying to clean this place by getting rid of me.
Like a ghost town being washed away by the rain...
The puddle
A short horror story I just finished writing:)
Word count: 469
While waiting outside, I spot something strange.
A puddle lighted by a street lantern moving in a rather strange manner.
It doesn’t take long for me to notice that it’s probably just the wind playing with it, just as the wind is playing with my hair.
Blowing it in and out of my face continuously, almost like a small child that just got its hands on a new toy. Tirelessly as if to signal that it will never bore.
Again my gaze wanders back to the puddle.
It ripples in a strange manner, almost as if something alive is in it.
But I know for certain that it can’t be anything, since it should be as shallow as any other small puddle on the neatly tiled streets.
Perhaps an inch deep at most, but most likely even more shallow.
The water starts to move around quicker and more wild, making me almost believe there to be a fish flopping about.
Perhaps it is a bird, who knows.
As I start to feel the slightest bit of guilt, of possibly letting some small animal die, I get up.
I slowly stand up from the cold bench and walk over to it… slowly… very slow.
Now the water seems to almost be dancing, dancing inside the small puddle.
Up and down it goes, now I’m sure the wind doesn’t have the power to do something like that.
As I gaze into the dark puddle, I can’t seem to find the bottom of it.
Is it just too dark outside already for me to spot this?
No, I can see inside the other puddles perfectly fine, the many lines of them neatly in rows.
Before I know it the darkness inside it seems to grow, the puddle has gotten larger and larger..
It can’t be!
I try to take a step back, but it’s as if the puddle itself has taken me within its cold gaze, staring back into my very core.
Nothing I can do about it, I stare back, into the cold wetness of its never-ending insides.
Something deep and dark is within it.
Would I seem possessed to those around me?
Well, I’m sure I’m alone though. It’s too late for someone to see me, for someone to stop this staring contest.
The water has calmed down again, as if seeing me has made it sink deep into thought.
Calmly it ripples again at the rules of the wind.
Then rapidly something comes out of the puddle.
An arm.
A human arm.
Grasping in the air for some unknown reason.
Perhaps for help.
Without thought or perhaps still possessed by the water I take it, trying to take it out of there.
It’s coldness seeps deep into my body as it grabs my arm with full strength.
For a moment nothing else happens, just me staring at the body part clenching me.
With a quick yank it suddenly pulls me closer.
Closer and closer.
Until I too am taken into the darkness of the puddle
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Jasper
Jasper is national park
A landmark in my mind
A place for long walks
And quiet conversations
Tall trees that wave as you pass
The smell of rain
When you first wake up
Gravel paths and muddy trails
Whispering leaves when the wind
Blows a little harder than before
The colour green in every form it can take
Making you love the colour anew every second
Holding cold hands
Pockets that are warm
Beanies and black sweaters
Watery eyes and explaining that you’re not crying it’s just the wind
Hugs that hold on and don’t plan on letting go
Friendship braclets on dirty ankles
Hiking boots because they’re practical
Entry 7: There's a gentle type of magic in this city, even while it rains. Makes me appreciate the little things in life, like the muted reflection of neon lights in puddles, and bonsai's able to thrive despite all this pollution. One of my favourite spots to collect my thoughts.
On the Surface of the Sky
A damp, soggy, gray and sunless afternoon, typical for November. And on this typical day we find three friends, middle schoolers, killing time in their typical way, meandering down the train tracks and staying out of sight while they do things they’re afraid to be caught doing. In this case they’re smoking cigarettes. Joseph—everyone but his friends call him Joe—had snuck four cigarettes from his dad’s pack. Once he and the others were far enough down the tracks, Joseph would take one out of his pocket, light it, take a puff, and pass it to one of the others, like it was a joint. It would make its rounds while the three complained about school, teachers, parents, younger siblings— except for Virginia, who did have a younger brother but didn’t see him, and who didn’t live with her parents, but with an aunt and uncle. When the first cigarette was gone, they’d light the next and do the same with it. After two cigarettes, none of them would really want to smoke a third, but they’d all pressure each other into it. The fourth cigarette would be lit, but never would anyone take a drag off it; they’d take turns holding it for as long as they could stomach being so close to the smoke.
Things had been getting awkward between the three of them. Joseph could sense that something had changed, but couldn’t put his finger on it and didn’t want to bring it up. What he was noticing was that Virginia and Josh—the third one—had become boyfriend and girlfriend, but for the time being were keeping it secret. They talked on the phone for hours each night, sent each other pictures back and forth, exchanged meaningful looks around their friends, and sometimes they even went down the tracks, just the two of them.
They walked for a while and were far out of sight from anyone, but Joseph wasn’t yet comfortable. Josh grew impatient, but he didn’t say anything. But then, a miracle. It was Virginia who spotted it, a six-pack of beer, unopened and unsullied, lying in the gravel by the track. It was a great and wondrous find, but it also meant they’d have to go further still down the tracks. This six-pack could be a trap, Joseph argued, left by the cops to catch underage drinkers, or it could belong to a bum who was off in the brush taking a watery shit, or who knows what. Everyone agreed to go further down the tracks. Josh took up the responsibility of carrying the beer, which he wrapped in his coat to hide, and the three of them pressed on, abuzz with excitement.
They walked further down the tracks then they had ever before, and as they went the railway grew more and more poorly maintained, with broken and misaligned tracks, and trees encroaching on either side. The woods got thicker and darker and the path they followed, with the trees walling them in, got to feeling more like a cave. Virginia and Josh were getting afraid, and they were saying things like, “We have just as far to go back as we’ve come”, but Joseph was excited, and he wanted to go further and to see what was at the end of the line. It got to the point that they had to duck and weave to get through brambles laced across the tracks, and now Josh was even direct enough to shout—at Joseph, but plausibly at the thorns—“This is stupid!” But they all went through, and together they emerged into a clearing.
Here was a second, dreadful miracle. In the clearing was a Boeing 747, stood on its nose. Maybe it was touching the ground, or maybe it hovered an inch above it. Maybe it was resting on the tip of a blade of grass. In any event, there it stood, pointing straight up and down, motionless and without a sound. Josh and Virginia immediately ran away, Josh dropping his jacket as he fled, and the cans he was concealing in it burst open, spraying jets of beer. He and Virginia dashed through the brambles and got cuts all over, but they didn’t care. As they ran, they didn’t question if Joseph was running with them. They ran without stopping until they reached the place they’d found the beer. They stopped to catch their breath, and it was only then that they noticed Joseph was gone. “He must’ve run through the woods”, Josh said.
But unlike Josh and Virginia, Joseph didn’t run. He was transfixed by the sight, and couldn’t tear himself away. There were people inside the plane, and they didn’t all tumble down to the nose. They sat in their seats, and walked down the isle, just as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Their down was a different down than Joseph’s. He watched them through the windows, watched them killing time on their computers, or watching movies, or reading books. He watched them getting little drinks, making little trips to the bathroom, adjusting their light and their air. Joseph wondered where they were flying to, and he wondered what they saw through the windows, looking out instead of in. Then they all seemed startled, like there’d been a bump, and then another one. Turbulence, though, from the outside the plane was standing as still as ever. The turbulence got bad. The people got scared. Then all at once they shifted, like when a cook tosses some hash into the air from a skillet and catches it. But still, on the outside, the plane remained absolutely motionless. Joseph could see that their bodies had flown ten or twelve feet in a fraction of a second, and he could see them slam into the walls, ceiling, and floor of the cabin, and he knew that it was all terribly violent, but from outside it was so quiet and so still, so that it didn’t feel violent.
The wing nearest Joseph came off in a ball of fire and streaked upward, disappearing into the clouds. People came flying out with it, and followed. Some were on fire. Then, suddenly, the plane… the people… it was all rubble, bits and scraps and flaming chunks scattering and flying— or falling— or trailing into the sky. Then, nothing. Not a trace of the plane remained. It was strewn about up there somewhere.
Joseph took out one of his dad’s cigarettes, smoked it by himself, and threw up.
You’re on my mind all the time, but in the rain, I feel your absence in every drop.🥹💞
Every drop tells a story, every breeze hums a tune 🌸💦
