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Post by Juneberry » 2 months ago

I already have a place to showcase my art here, but writing is generally considered separate often, so I'm making this for my writing. I'll share short stories/snippets, but honestly it's mostly gonna be poetry. I love trying various forms of poetry, so it'll be a little variety. :)

Don't Tell Mommy About the Monster - Freestyle
Spoiler:
There's darkness inside
It hurts, so I hide.
I'm still small and meek,
So it seems pretty bleak.

But I'm not alone,
I have a happy home-
So why do these fears
Flood me with tears?

I can't show mommy
I don't want her to worry
But there's a monster,
And it's deep in my head.

I'll keep on fighting
I won't stop trying...
But if it hurts too much,
Mommy will cry and such!

Please don't tell her
About the thunder in my chest
Let ignorance bless her
While I lay down to rest...
Fear - Haiku
Spoiler:
To fear is not bad
But let it not fill your soul
Or you’ll never live.
Quiet Room - Freestyle
Spoiler:
Quiet room, silent room
Calm and yet disturbed
Sitting still, wishing well
Yet still I feel perturbed.

Quiet room, a place to rest
Yet rest I cannot do.
I sit and stir in silence
As thoughts begin to stew.

Quiet room, a punishment
Given as if a cure.
The quiet was never so scary
Until the silence was pure.
Love - Acrostic
Spoiler:
Lean in close
Observe my eyes
Value the moment our
Energies collide.
My Best Friend is The Darkness - Freestyle
Spoiler:
My best friend is the darkness.

It's shared my pain and tears.
On good days, it envelopes me to share the joy
And on the bad, acts as a shield from the world.

Woe is having a body.

It shouldn't feel like this at all.
Like my brain was replaced
With a dense, ten-ton brick.

There's no reason it should be so difficult.

Just to walk from one step to the next,
Without the feeling I'm a mere ping pong
bouncing down the hall with zest.

This pain is the greatest torture.

Even if you deserve to die, you don't deserve this dismay-
To live with pain that makes you want to die,
But yet you live another day.

My stomach is in knots.

I can't eat anything without feeling worse.
Yet there's no acid in my stomach to cause it-
Just a part of this burden, this curse.

And so I hide in darkness.

The light can't reach me here.
It can't show my eyes its splendor,
And make a burden of breathing air.

The darkness is my drug.

It calls me towards it every time.
Just one drop relieves me a bit
From the pain in which I writhe.

And so my best friend is darkness.

No human can take away the pain.
While they're great in some situations...
They're the worst thing for a migraine.
Trouble is a Friend - Golden Shovel of song with the same title.
Spoiler:
Even in times of trouble
The most wonderful thing is
The feeling of having a
Friend
To rely on in times of
My emotions feeling like an active mine.

Normal Syndrome - Snippet of Prose
Spoiler:
My first memory goes back to when I was a toddler. Having grown up in a hospital for reasons even I didn’t understand, I was a lonely existence. I’d killed my mother in birth, and my father abandoned me, from what I was told. To him, I was a monster- and to be honest, I couldn’t agree more. Back then and now, I curse my own existence quite readily. There was only one thing in the world that could make me smile back then: books.

I couldn’t read when I was three- hell, I couldn’t even hold book, much less dream of physically reading it. However, sometimes I listened to the nurses reading somewhat complicated novels and collections of poems that were donated to the hospital by people that didn’t want them any longer. To me, the books were my kin. Much more than any other person in the world, they surely understood my pain.

When I was three, there was a young mother and her baby in the same wing as me. Sometimes, I’d sit just outside the door and listen in when she’d read to the little one. Even at my age, I knew the words were dark and sinister. The poems were always of strife and loneliness. One day, I built up the courage to enter the room. Shockingly, the woman wasn’t scared of me. She must not have heard the rumors of how I murdered my mom by ripping her open to escape the womb. She must not have heard I was a monster that saw things the adults couldn’t.

I pointed at the book while I studied her calm smile. “What’s that?”

“This is my favorite book. It’s full of short stories and poems about the author’s life… and about the future she foresaw.” The woman said.

For a few days, I visited her regularly. It wasn’t like I had anything better to do, being a ward of the hospital staff. If I didn’t distract myself, I’d fall into the depths of hell. The woman’s book was a godsend. Surely, I’d found an angel: the one person that could tear me from the curse I was sure I’d been born with.

On the fourth day since I’d started visiting her, I heard crying. My eyes grew wide, but I couldn’t run there.

My feet were stuck. I felt as if I was being weighed down by an invisible force, but I knew it wasn’t invisible. I knew if I just turned my head, I’d see the real monster: the bear, ephemeral and luminescent, that followed every step I took. The bear that glowed blue, that was as ghastly as it was ginormous. The bear that I feared from the moment I laid eyes on it when I was born, to the point I was afraid to cry like a normal infant should.

It was leaning on me, but not enough to knock me over. It just wanted to stop me from following the sound. Somehow, I knew to listen to the silent plea.

I found out the next day that the baby was transferred to another ward, the ICU. I heard rumors that the woman had become scared of her child. It didn’t surprise me- that baby was like me. I knew because I saw a strange animal constantly staring at it, but no one seemed to notice it. A nurse assumed it was a bad prank when I told her. They hadn’t really noticed how the baby was always silent, stoic, never moving.

It wasn’t dead, mind you. The baby had closed its heart and mind to hide from the monster it was sure it saw the moment it left the womb. The baby was my kin, like that dark and lonely book. It was close to dead when I’d heard the cry, however. The baby had cried for the first time to signal it was in danger. The woman had tried to harm it. Harm her own flesh and blood.

Having heard all that, I glanced at the bear that had stopped me. The bear that watched me endlessly from a corner of my hospital room, the room I called prison and yet home. I pat my lap, a sad smile on my face. It listened like a dog, and I finally knew. These animals weren’t all that scary. The bear had saved me, the one who could see it. It was as if it was born to protect me, like the air that had covered my body like a blanket from birth.
Alien Irony - Script Snippet
Spoiler:
IN THE HOSPITAL ROOM

Quinn has gone in and out and since begun to patrol the hall as to avoid suspicion. Cue Rakuto laying in hospital bed, Sayaku floating above him.

RAKUTO
Well that guy sure was suspicious. What do you think, Sayaku?

SAYAKU
To most, you'd be the suspicious person. I mean, you talk to a dead person.

RAKUTO
You know you'd be bored as hell if I didn't.

(Sayaku begins laughing, but then calms himself and continues the conversation.)

SAYAKU
My guess is he works with sis. He was too concerned about your condition. That's an ADF thing.

RAKUTO
How much longer until I get to meet this sister of yours anyway?

SAYAKU
Like I'd know that- I'm a ghost, not a genie.

RAKUTO
Seriously, sometimes you're so useless.

SAYAKU
Saying this from fainting in public due to 'shock', real pot and kettle right now aren't we? So... You have a dream?

RAKUTO
Yeah, but... It was really fuzzy. Like I was looking through frosted glass.

SAYAKU
What do you remember that you could make out?

RAKUTO
I saw a bunch of people in our school uniform, but.... they were all bleeding from every orifice.

SAYAKU
Well that's not remotely concerning.

RAKUTO
Shut up and go get our moms.
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Post by Princess MeowsePad » 2 months ago

These are lovely poems. :D You are very talented at a wide variety of styles.
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Post by Juneberry » 2 months ago

It's just because I've had a ton of practice~ I just wish I could find a story chunk that *isn't* ten paragraphs long xD

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Post by Princess MeowsePad » 2 months ago

I mean, ten paragraphs isn't so bad. :3
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Post by Juneberry » 2 months ago

Oh? I can happily test that thought by making a spoiler of a mountain of text if you'd like~ most likely from one of my WIPs.

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Sure, go ahead!
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Post by Juneberry » 2 months ago

Added a snippet from an older WIP for general prose, and a snippet of my script I've been writing to help with my main comic project.

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Post by Princess MeowsePad » 2 months ago

:O Wow, those are really intriguing. You should post some more of your prose. I like the dark style.
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Post by Naiwen » 2 months ago

I like them!
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Post by Juneberry » 2 months ago

Princess MeowsePad wrote:
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:O Wow, those are really intriguing. You should post some more of your prose. I like the dark style.
You know I never noticed but I really do write a lot of dark things o.o; Even my primary and newer comic idea are dark... o.o;

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