As the tide comes and goes, so do the years, and decades, and centuries. A treasure might reavel itself with the help of the tugging tides, or it might hide itself beneath the waves for many years to come, but it will always reavel itself when the time is right. Squating, I inspected the layers of sand, and what might be beneath them. And in hopes of finding something historically valuable, I also hoped to satisfy my archeological career that I had never persued. The layers of sand peeled back and stuck under my fingernails. But beneath the muted surface of the shore, a glistening object seemed to appear, what looked like a gem on a ring. I tried to pull it out of the sand, but it seemed to be attached. Uncovering more the surface, I saw a blackened digit, then a hand of the same burnt umber colour. My heart began to race as I dug deeper, the sun dug down too, but I only cared to see the rest. And after hours, a body. Gently tucked into a fetal position, with its decorated hand covering its chest. Mirroring the mummy, I laid my hand on my chest and felt the surge of blood rush through my heart. The gem on the ring glistened once again, with the sun revealing itself, and the body seeing light once again. I sat on the shore staring at the sunrise, wondering what this persons story could be.

Idk but I’m back (kinda) Ps this was more of a short brainstorm

I’m alone now Nobody near me Not a sound The cars aren’t disturbing me The chirping birds are away from me The chattering of extroverts is gone It’s so peaceful I am finally calm But then I hear a strange sound It’s like a mosquito near my ear It resembles a screeching noise Then I remember That I have a lovely friend named Tinnitus He ruins every silent moment I have He disturbs my sleep He annoys me But at least he’s always with me Sharing every silent moment I have

Dear clouds, the way you float around Makes the wind a magical sound Your curvaceous poofs Are so big at noon And the sun makes everything golden Without it we would be the cold ones The trees rock from side to side It’s where all the birds hide The birds sing till it’s time to fly away Where it’s warm, it’s miles away But soon they’ll return And we’ll no longer yearn For their sweet melodies Which decorate the trees

You made me see things that aren’t real You made me conceal how I feel I saw the fake, only the illusions It made me dreary and confused You said you loved me with a smile And with a kiss, you covered my denial But really what you did was use me You tried to get what you wanted through me But when you showed no sympathy That’s when I saw your real trickery That’s when I broke out of my shell That’s when I sent you straight to hell After all this time I’ve had enough Now I’m independent and strong Here, I’m with her, where I belong She makes me feel loved and joyful She is beautiful, smart and loyal

ps this was kinda inspired by Vanya’s story from the umbrella academy

“Droid #A454 has escaped! I repeat, Droid #A454 has escaped and is now heading over the North gates! Over.” A stern guard reported while watching the security footage of the biggest mistake they had made. “Roger that, currently sending two hundred soldiers. Over.” Said the guard on the other side of the line.

Meanwhile she ran as fast as she could. She oiled her legs prior to her brilliant escape plan. Alex (the name she had given herself while planning her escape) looked up at the 20 foot gate that stood between her and her freedom. She jumped on the wall and gripped it with her metal claws and spiky shoes that she made by gluing nails onto.

“There it is! Get it!” She heard several guards yell. “It’s climbing up the gate! Quick.” One of the voices sounded like her friend, Droid #B170. He was on their side now and nothing could be done. If he really wanted to be free he would do it, just like Alex did. She gripped the gate tighter and scrawled up. Alex was almost at the top now and could finally forget this horrid place. The guards, both human and droids, aimed their guns at her and fired. One got her right arm right as she was about to get up on the wall, but she slipped and slid a couple feet down.

“Hurry, drag her down!” That voice. It was Droid #B170 again. Several soldiers came charging at her, but she kicked them with her foot while struggling to hold on. “Droid #B170!…Phillip. Please just let me go.” Alex looked into his empty eyes, which was strange because she remembered them always being a sparkly kind of green. Philip didn’t respond, he just looked at her with furrowed brows. “Don’t you remember helping me create my escape plan? Don’t you remember us always being together and laughing and-“ Alex paused as realization hit her in the face. “Hah. So that’s what it is. They reset you…”

“I don’t have time for this. The commander ordered us to bring you back to him, that is, if you’re still alive after we shoot you down.” Philip aimed his gun at her and shot her other hand that she was struggling to hold on with.

“Shit!” She hit the ground as both of her arms bleed. She let out a howl. Not because of her pierced arms and not because she failed, but because Philip betrayed her.

“You lying piece of shit. You swore to me you wouldn’t tell them. You swore you wouldn’t let them reset you!” Alex cried.

Phillip stood, emotionless. He rose his gun and a loud thunder-like sound struck. Alex’s eyes widened with shock when she looked down to see her stomach bleeding.

“Bring Droid #A454 to the commander and make sure it doesn’t escape this time.” He said as he lowered his gun.

“Yes, Sir!” Several voices obeyed.

Two buff Droids came up to Alex, each one picking her up by her injured arms. They carried her back to what seemed like prison.

A - Antique cups filled with hot cinnamon tea U - Umbrellas, ready for the fall showers T - The fiery-red trees shedding their leaves U - Up above the trees, the wind has power M - Mesmerizing to the eyes and the soul N - Nature really is beautiful in a whole

The world would be silent, not a sound You’d be alone, no one around There’d be nothing to worry about No problems and zero doubt Your breakfast would be filling The French Toast would leave you grinning And the whipped cream would satisfy you The cup of jasmine tea would gratify you After your filling breakfast, you’d write You’d create characters that give you pride You’d tap away on your keyboard As the rain outside would pour The jasmine tea would warm your hands And you’d be so so glad

When I opened my eyes, the white light blinded me. My head ached and my eyes were puffy. I had to look around to understand where I was, since I was so invested in my dream about some orange smiley guy. I don’t remember what happened yesterday at all, not even how I ended up in bed, maybe I just got drunk and passed out. But it didn’t matter now, I was ready to start a new day. I got up from my bed and looked in the mirror, I looked unkempt and messy, maybe I did get drunk yesterday. Never mind that, I styled my hair with my fingers a bit and proceeded to go get some breakfast. When I got to the kitchen I saw my mom and greeted her with a “good morning” in my raspy morning voice. She ignored me and kept cooking pancakes. I let out another “morning”. But mom didn’t even look my way. No matter, maybe she was just upset with me for getting drunk yesterday. I sat down at the table with my dad, who was watching the latest season of JoJo’s bizarre adventure, and we waited for the pancakes. Did I do something bad? Why were they not talking to me? Stay calm, Shane. Just focus on the lovely pancakes, the chirping of birds, the beautiful flowers and- The orange smiley man. I sprinted from my chair and stood, horrified from what I saw. “This is a dream. Wake up, Shane.” I mumbled in fear. “It’s not.” The orange man said, with a smile. “You’re dead.” I stood petrified. I could hear him. I could see him. But most of all, I could feel his strong presence. “Wake up, dammit.” I whispered. “You know you can’t, Shane. You’ve seen it yourself.” He said with an infinite grin. “Mom, dad! Help, please!” I reached out to my dad to get his attention, but my hand slipped right through his shoulder. “Dad! Save me, I’m scared.” I cried out. “I told you already, you died by alcohol poisoning on May 8th.” I paused as memories flooded back. “Yesterday.” I said. He came up closer and his smile became even more intimidating. “You are now a ghost, Shane Rogers. And you have two options. First, you get the chance to become immortal and live as a ghost forever by accomplishing tasks that I give you. Or second, you can slowly fade away into nothing and be remembered by nobody. What will you chose?” “What do y- What tasks?” I asked. “All tasks that I tell you to do. Anything from baking me cupcakes to killing people.” He said, lingering around me. “I can’t do that!” “I guess fading away it is then.” “N-no! I’ll do it. Just don’t erase me from existence.” I pleaded. “Alright then, Shane. Starting today onwards, you’re going to do every task I tell you to do, or else I’ll erase you.” He snapped his hairy fingers and grinned even wider. “You can call me Julneve.”

The two lovely people must’ve adored each other, for their thin, cold and decaying finders entwined. Their bodies were turnt to each other and their hollow heads pressed together. The one on the left had a decomposing revolver attached to its free hand, which was pointing to its cratered skull. On the right side, was a serene-looking skeleton with eyes deep and secretive as the ocean. The one with the revolver must’ve loved the other so much so that they gave up their own life to be with the other.

I peered out the window as both the breeze and fan cooled me. The moon’s eyes shone and glowed but the stars hid behind the masked clouds like shy kids hiding behind their parents. A sip of apple juice refreshed me.

“You should at least try and fall asleep. Your body needs rest.” Liana stood up from the creaky bed.

I sucked on the straw and took the last sip. It was a beautiful night, almost perfect if it weren’t for my injuries.

“I’ll go to bed soon.” I promised her.

“Jen.” She squinted as she furrowed her brows.

“I swear I will. Right after I finish my uh…my third juice box!” I gave Liana a hesitant smile, as I grabbed another one off of my drawer.

She scanned me with her glistening eyes, looking past my bandaged arm and weird hospital gown. As if she were looking into my soul.

“Come on, lie down.” Liana said in a reassuring yet soft voice. She sat on the edge of my hard and unpleasant bed and patted it.

I followed her and lied on my bed as it creaked and squeaked. She looked at me again with those marine, enchanting eyes and started humming a sweet melody. I closed my eyes and let my heart relax to the rhythm of her voice, forgetting about all my worries for a second.

“Goodnight, Jen.” She kissed me on the forehead, making my face red-hot.

“Thanks. For taking care of me I mean.”

She smiled and tucked my ginger hair behind my ear.