Kawaii_Calico
|| Just an introverted gal with a plethora of creative ideas inside a restless mind. ||
Kawaii_Calico
|| Just an introverted gal with a plethora of creative ideas inside a restless mind. ||
|| Just an introverted gal with a plethora of creative ideas inside a restless mind. ||
|| Just an introverted gal with a plethora of creative ideas inside a restless mind. ||
"But why did she have to leave..." Elizabeth whispered while curled up in a fetal position, hugging a stuffed animal to her chest. All she could think about was how stupid she was. Her girlfriend had successfully painted her as the villain, the words from their fight still tormented her and had only seemed to grow louder. She squeezed her eyes shut in hopes that everything would fade away. It did the opposite. Her body became tense. Her blood boiled. The room started to spin so she dug her nails into the stuffed animal. Soon the poor girl had enough and jolted up, throwing the object at her desk which caused a crash. She then got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom but not before grabbing a medication bottle from her nightstand.
As she locked her in the bathroom, the girl looked at herself in the mirror, ran her fingers through her tangled hair. Her eyes landed on the bottle indecisively which made her more nervous. It was still too loud. All the noise was overwhelming, suffocating. It’s like she was cramped between a horde of people on the bus. The girl covered her ears and crouched down for a solid few moments before hearing a faint meow from the other side of the door.
People used to think dragons were terrifying, and rightfully so. Large creatures were razor sharp teeth and powerful claws that can spill your insides with one, even relatively small, slice. Piercing gaze that contain such malice that people said it was like looking straight into the devil’s eyes. Masters of their natural environment and infamous to take down. Not to mention the carnage and destruction they brought with one breath of fire. Though no one has seen them in hundreds of years which begs the question:
Did they even exist?
The last tale was about a dragon named Longur. It was said that the mighty beast descended upon a desolate city and opened his mouth, genarating fire within it to prepare for another attack. Ready to wipe it off the face of the earth with no hesitation. The attack never happened though, it was stopped by the King.
King Randar, the dragon slayer.
The King and Queen had a son named Dariss. Up until adolescence, the prince followed his father footsteps in conquering smaller cities, expanding their land while also exploring. While on an expedition with his father, the Prince met a beautiful girl (Anya) and even though she was mute, he still tried to pursue her. She taught him sign language which allowed the two became close.
One day she pulled him along through the snowy woods to into a small cave entrance where he stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him was a long, pale blue snake-like creature coiling around the girl gently while she was beaming. Anya looked down at him and saw he reached for his nonexistent sword. With one smooth glide to its skin, the creature whisked towards him with a purr. Anya frowned when he saw his expression so she placed his hand on the icy creature’s nose as if to say it was alright.
“Anya…this…this is a dragon. Go get my father right now.”
She just looked at him.
“Anya, this thing will kill us.”
She sighed and with a rapid hand gesture, the dragon nudged Dariss until he fell back then rested its head on his lap with another purr. Anya kneeled down next to him with a smile before communicating again.
“My father told me about dragons…about how horrifying and scary they are. Wait—why isn’t this attacking me?” He said as he looked at her, still somewhat confused.
She pointed to its eyes, the round irises barely visible as it looked on in a general direction. It didn’t even react when Anya waved her hand in front of its face.
“It’s…blind. W-won’t it think of us as food still?”
After he said that she flicked his forehead and stared at him with a pout. Still realizing he’s nervous, she leaned against his shoulder and squeezing his hand, making it clear that she wanted him to stay. This made a small blush appear across his face and he looked back at the creature, who seemed to have fallen asleep.
_Maybe dad was wrong about dragons. Maybe not all of them are as terrifying after all. _He thought.
(_Blowing the metaphorical dust off of the screen. _**It’s been a few months. Hello again.) **
That whirring of the polishers. The grating sensation of metal makes me grimace, instinctively pursing my lips much to the dismay of the dentist looming over me. The blinding overhead light combined with the metallic smell was already bad enough but bearable. So I kept my eyes closed, trying to concentrate on the faint orchestral music in the background and trying not to fidget as I hoped for this to be over soon. Except for…one crucial part I dreaded the most. Another dentist came in with a clear box filled with small, purple rubber nose-shaped masks which smelled like grapes. Kinda. It was more chemically than fruity.
Simon and Carman stopped in their tracks when they saw their mother tearing up envelopes scattered across the coffee table so when he approached her, all the letters had 'Samantha Fletcher' written sloppily on them. His eyes widened and clenched his fists, biting hard on his tongue to supress his rage but his body moved on its own, snatching one letter out of her hand.
Within seconds, a stern hand slapped his face. But this time when he sighed and looked at his mother with a flat expression, a stronger backhanded slap came his way which made him stumble in surprise. Simon winced as he held onto his redden cheek and glared at the vile monster that was before him. Just when he was about to strike back at the beast, Carman's cries were enough to make both of them go their separate ways.
“Did you see that or am I going insane? You saw that, right?! The flickering was like a rapid ‘blip blip blip’, it was sick.” One of the hikers mimicked the way a car light flickered on and off.
Yeah! A-and that noise, what even was that?!”
“Will you guys shut the hell up before I ‘blip blip’ you out of existence.” Said Skye, the group leader, as she raised her hand to silence them.
The small group stopped just before a small clearing. Skye wanted to figure out what they were about to witness. It wasn’t not uncommon for people to abandon their bikes (with the signal lights) or put up a barrier that warned people to stay away. It was a gut feeling. And the girl didn’t want to make a mistake again, so she crept closer.
“Skye? Yo, what’s wrong. See somethin’?” One of them said.
“It’s a…car. It looks abandoned though.” She responds quietly as she starts to investigate the vehicle.
The rest of the group hesitatingly follows to check it out. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a little dented. Skye reassures the group that it’s probably a deer or something, until one of them drops their flashlight with a gasp.
The others walk over, and color soon drained their faces. An unconscious girl whose clothes were shredded and bloody. Her balayage hair covered her face yet there were no signs of injury, yet her skin was pale, and her lips were blue. All of them exchange glances at one another, wondering what to do. Should they try to move her? What if she’s already dead? What if they were all drunk and it wasn’t real? Just in their imagination. That was, until one of the boys, Casper, already crouched down, pressed his finger against the person’s neck.
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.
“No way a deer did that. Unless, ya know, it was a wendigo or a rabid one with wasting disease.” One of them stifled a laugh.
Casper stood up and glared at his friend. “No shit Sherlock. So why don’t you be useful and call 911.”
While the two boys bickered amongst themselves, the failed to notice that Skye made her way toward the girl, curiosity taking over. She crouched down beside the lifeless body, her eyes fixated on it, her stomach churned. The sound of the bickering, along with everything around her became muffled until only the pounding of her own heart could be heard. Part of her felt bad considering that the girl was only a little older than them but another part of her expected it to stand up and chase the group like in every horror movie.
She reached her hand out but recoiled, as the once motionless girl jolted upright. Skye scrambled backwards quickly as it lunged at her.
Their friend's scream made the boys turned around and once they saw her in trouble, they both rushed to help her. Casper delivered a hard kick to the girl's head then helped Skye to her feet then ran. And ran. Ran deeper into the woods, not worried about getting lost. As long as they create as much distance as possible. The duo hid behind some trees to catch their breath until agonizing screams pierce through the quiet forest. Both peeked their heads out to find a new...grisly scene. The girl had torn open the other dude like a pinata, tearing the poor boy’s flesh apart. There was nothing anyone could do. All the group could do was watch in horror as the women ate like a vulture inside a carcass.
The blonde girl clasped her hand over her mouth, silent tears running down her cheek as she desperately tried to hold herself together.
“Hm, free labor does sound fun, but your sister would kill me if I held you hostage for more than three days.” Chloe said as she was crouched down, digging through a junk box in hopes of finding a movie while her best friend, Carson, sat on the edge of her bed.
“You know I wouldn’t mind. This way, I have an excuse to skip my studies. Plus, it’s about time someone intervened on this mess. Just give me a call…and a spare key.” He said with a chuckle.
“Dude, we’ve been friends for how many years? This room is a lost cause. Don’t get sucked into its trap.”
Carson looks around at the travesty that was the girl’s room then started to reconsider. Part of him is starting to think she 𝐰𝐚𝐬 part raccoon.
“Is it too late to opt out?”
Chloe giggled, sticking out her tongue. “Nah you made a commitment, Goldie. Now you have to become a slave to the pigsty. You said it not me.”
He then let out a sigh and dropped from the bed onto the floor next to Chloe. He stared at her, never noticing how cute her round glasses framed her face or how strands of dyed blue hair fell in front pale skin whenever her she had her hair tied.
When she caught him, she playfully punched his shoulder. “I’m not paying you to stare at my pretty face, you know.”
“I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.”
Her eyes narrow and she shoves him back, but this time he caught her wrists. The two began to tease each other until they found themselves staring at each other in silence. Something was different. Something felt different.
Before they even realize it, they were both already leaning closer with no explanation or reasoning.
Then it all happened so quick.
Their lips crashed against each other’s as if their bodies they didn’t want to stop. The room filled with a mixture of emotions, the initial reaction soon made them pull away, startled by what just happened.
Chloe blinks for a few moments to fully process what they just did. She then ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh shit, I messed up didn’t I? Shit, I’m sorry. I thought…”
He shook his hand and took one of her hands and placed it on his chest. His heart pounded against her hand like a drum and the heat in both their cheeks were undoubtedly obvious now so the boy placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her again. Crossing the line between friendship to lovers was risky, but they both went for it.
(Happy New Year folks!)
I never was a bigger believer in the holidays. Santa, Easter Bunny, Spirits, Saints, I found them…unnecessary. Holidays were invented to give temporary relief and comfort to the mundane routines of life. A break from running around in circles, chasing after an empty promise.
I never realized until it was ₲Ø₦Ɇ.
They intertwined their hands with mine and we smiled warmly as we closed our eyes, purposefully ignoring the oncoming blast. For the first time in years, knew what it truly meant to believe.
(Meant to be for yesterday but was too occupied with Baldur’s Gate 3 (ノ_＜) ]
(⚠️TW: mentions of suicide, self h****,)⚠️ View discretion is advised)
I didn’t have the strength to,
I didn’t think to,
But I 𝙝𝙖𝙙 to.
We met one day and made me feel better, Talked for hours on end. Wrote in a journal about everything. Nothing. Shared emotions and comfort.
I gave you affection you when no one else did, When no was else 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙. I helped you through some trouble, patched up your scars, When no one else 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙.
 All the lies they spewed, All the ostracism, All the days you cried. I 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 of you. All those sleepless nights, I cradled you, I 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 you.
All those fake smiles, All those exhausted eyes, I 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 you. All those hiding places, All those loud noises, I 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 of you.
So Why? You’ll be safe with me, isn't that what you 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙? Isn’t that what you 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚? I’m the only one you have. So why do you still 𝙘𝙧𝙮?
You never stopped me, When I held the knife. When I submerged myself. Over and over and over So I locked you out when you wanted to see me. I tried to ignore you but still heard your voice. You're the one who 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 me. You're the one who 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙 me. You’re the one who 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 me.
But after four years, people found out about you, Gave me medicine. That was the time you got locked away.
I felt livelier,
I felt happier,
I felt at peace, When I finally burned the journal.
“Princess Angelica?” One of the maids said as she opened the door to an empty storage-now sauna- room.
As she closed the door and headed to the back, the middle aged woman fanned herself from the increasingly warm air. The windows were too small to circulate the air. Torches on the walls gave the room an eerie glow but also added to the heat.
When no one responded she let a sigh of annoyance and started to head back to the exit, unbeknownst to her, something moved in the shadows.
A sudden scraping sound made the woman freeze in her tracks. Her heart raced, her breath caught in her throat. It sent shivers down her spine. The sound was soon followed by a low snarl. It crept closer. The woman braced herself so she instinctively for a nonexistent sword around her waist.
The woman whirled around just in time to see a baby dragon leap forward, its wings outstretched, and talons extended like deadly claws. It let out a screech only for it to smack the woman in the face and drop to the ground, disoriented.
“Angelica! I told you to keep them tied up or they’ll escape…” She hollered, in hopes of another response then gazed down at the little winged creature to find its beady orange eyes staring back blankly. “…and I am not watching it!”
Callahan’s boots sunk into the damp sand of the desolate beach where he stood before the mysterious girl, who remained hidden behind a skeletal mask. He watched carefully as the girl had her bow aimed right at him, ready to unleash the arrow at any moment.
“Leave. Before I make you, pirate scum.” She hissed.
“Listen lady, I don’t know you and I don’t know why you have to insult me but unfortunately I can’t leave. King Richard’s orders.”
Callahan conjured up some daggers from the palm of his hands.
Instantaneously, the girl released the arrow, sending it hurtling towards him with deadly accuracy. But Callahan narrowly missed it which made a smirk appear as he used that momentum to thrust his hand outward, releasing a burst of energy into the sand beneath their feet.
The sand stirred up, shrouding the girl’s vision. With her vision obscured, she looked around uneasily and tightened her grip on the bow. The man emerged from the sandy cloud like a phantom. The girl reacted swiftly, but he reacted quicker. With a sudden and precise strike, he slashed her arm with a dagger then twisted it behind her back, pinning her to the coarse ground.
𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦.” He thought as he dispersed his blades.
She winced when his knee dug into the small of her back. She knew she was at a severe disadvantage but refused to yield.
“…You’re a spellcaster.” She said, gritting her teeth.
“And a woman who talks to me by endangering my life. What a surprise.”