It was the most important question in the world. What the question was exactly, I hadn’t a clue. But according to the Black Knight— whom had sent me on his best horse to deliver the message directly to the king— it was important. So I rode through wind, rain, storms, and snow upon a horse while I held the message tightly in my hand as to defend it with all my life.I felt as though I needed to do anything to deliver the message, but in reality, the message had probably been somewhat unimportant or the Black Knight would have delivered himself. Still, though, I rode. At least until last night. I was traveling up a snowy mountain when I ran into a traveler. “Hello,” he simply said in a friendly manner, “What brings you here so late at night?” I knew better than to tell him about the letter for the king—you never know who you can truly trust, especially not right away— so I simply replied, “I’m off to deliver a message.” Not quite stating who I was delivering it to. The man simply smiled. “Well, then,” he began. “You best be on your way.” He smiled as he waved his hand slightly in the air to signal goodbye. I returned his goodbye with a slight smile. After an hour or two, I couldn’t tell for I had lost track of time, I decided to set up my small camp for the night. I placed the letter carefully under a bag I had been carrying as I went off to collect firewood. When I returned, the bag was lying across the other end of my small camp. _Oh no. _I couldn’t help but panic as I searched through the content of the bag frantically. Not here, not there, not anywhere. The letter was gone. But how? My mind went back to the friendly old man. Could he have followed up here plotting and waiting to steal the letter? It was possible. But why would he do that? I guess it didn’t matter. There was only one thing to do and that was the letter.

“I’M FAMOUS!” Juniper barged into my kitchen, declaring her fame loudly. She quieted down a tad bit as she continued, “I’m famous among the elves!”

“Oh, wow, erm, cool?” I said, unimpressed because it’s not hard to be famous among the elves. They’re simple creatures, tall and purple, and not hard to please. “What did you do?”

“I saved a unicorn!”

She should’ve started with that; unicorns are incredibly rare and definitely worth saving.

“Oh! That’s great, Junie,” I smiled warmly at her and continued my work with the kitchen. The restaurant was busy as always, so I wanted her to hurry up. “Get your apron on.”

Juniper sighed and levitated her apron until it’s tied around her waist. “The unicorn gave me a gift, Tara.”

“Oh?” I said, mostly just to not seem rude.

“A stone!”

“Oh.”

Junie produced a little white and pink stone. It was honestly very pretty, but I had hungry customers waiting outside. I didn’t want them to mob us.

Again.

Dear Thora,

I’ll be coming home soon! The Elden Clan has retreated, and with it the Yersl and Gwadum Clans. Soon, the War will be over and I’ll be home to you! __ The Cheif is just letting us get a quick letter home, so I’m afraid this is all I’ll be writing. I love you, my dear Thora. I’ll see you soon.

———

I was really just trying to write something. Thought I’d make it depressing by letting the characters get their hope us through a hopeful, happy letter!!! Hehe, they’re dead now. Sorry!!

Join me where the fairies sing Over the rocks resembling giants’ limbs, Memories of their bodies set in stone As if they’re still there; as if you can hear The music of their breath

Rise

And fall.

Join me where the children play Among the gnomes and toadstools We can get there by a dragon’s wing Or by riding the waves of the ocean, Almost becoming the water itself,

Rising

And falling.

Join me by the lily pond Where ripples made by mermaid’s tails Surprise the frogs in morning fog And sigh beneath the surface.

Join me in a place We find and make our own Away from the chaos and creation In our own little world.

•

The last text I sent to a friend was asking if they wanted to join me for dinner lol

Dad, I guess you never know what the last thing you say to someone is going to be. You know how people are always shocked when they realize they will never be able to see someone again or apologize for what they said or tell someone they love them? I now get it. So many things in life are hypothetical until you experience them. I wish I could tell Charlie that I love her. I wish I could apologize for all the ways that I was selfish on the trip. Dad, I need you to translate. Can you do that for me?

It was quite a silly name for such a serious thing. We used it because when we were kids, that’s what we called he boyfriend. But now that he had stabbed us in the back and turned to the other side, we use it in spite of him. “Operation Private,” we would whisper whenever he would attack but nothing bad happened. “Operation Private,” we would whisper when we stabbed him in the back just as he did when to us.

(True: me and my best friend call her crush. He had not back stabbed (yet))

In the kingdom of Lyra, communication between friends and loved ones was carried out through enchanted scrolls. These scrolls, created by the legendary sorcerer Elowen, could transmit messages instantaneously across any distance. The scrolls glowed with a soft, ethereal light, and the ink used to write on them shimmered like the stars.

Aria, a young mage-in-training, had just returned to her humble cottage after a day of intense studies at the Grand Academy of Magic. She was exhausted but excited, for she had just learned a new spell—one that would allow her to imbue objects with a lasting magical aura. As she sat by the window, the last rays of the setting sun casting a warm glow over her, she noticed an enchanted scroll lying on her desk. It had arrived while she was away.

Unrolling the scroll, Aria read the last message she had sent to her best friend, Lyanna, a fellow mage who lived in the distant city of Eryndor. The message contained details about her recent studies, a new magical recipe she had discovered, and a heartfelt wish to see Lyanna again soon. As Aria read the words, she felt a surge of nostalgia and longing.

Deciding to add a touch of magic to her reply, Aria took out her quill and dipped it into a vial of shimmering stardust ink. She began to write, pouring her emotions into the message:

"Dearest Lyanna,

The days feel longer without your laughter and our shared adventures. The stars remind me of the nights we spent unraveling the mysteries of the cosmos together. I hope this message finds you well and that the magic of Eryndor continues to inspire you.

I have learned a new spell, one that can imbue objects with lasting magic. I can't wait to show you when we meet again. Until then, let this scroll carry my affection and hopes for our next reunion.

With love, Aria"

As she finished writing, Aria whispered an incantation over the scroll. The words glowed briefly before the scroll rolled itself up and vanished, reappearing instantaneously in Lyanna's hands miles away.

Lyanna, who was studying in her own cozy nook, was delighted to receive the scroll. She read Aria's message with a smile, feeling the warmth of her friend's affection and the promise of their future adventures. Inspired, she decided to respond in kind.

Taking out her own enchanted scroll, Lyanna wrote:

"Dearest Aria,

Your message brought a smile to my face and warmth to my heart. The magic of Eryndor is wondrous, but it pales in comparison to the joy of our friendship. I look forward to the day we can explore new spells together once more.

I have been working on a new potion that I believe will enhance our magical abilities. I can't wait to share it with you. Until then, let our enchanted messages keep our bond strong.

With love, Lyanna"

She whispered the same incantation, and the scroll vanished, reappearing on Aria's desk. And so, through the magic of the enchanted scrolls, Aria and Lyanna maintained their connection, their friendship growing stronger with each passing message. The kingdom of Lyra was vast, but the bond between these two mages was unbreakable, bridging any distance with the power of magic and love.

Im a world where everything you say turns literal, I made the biggest mistake. Here’s what happened~

~Flashback~

Regina has sent a reel

I smile and pick up my phone. Seeing my best friends name on the screen of my phone was always a highlight to my day. Especially when she sent me videos. They were always funny and it always turned into a long conversation. I clicked on Instagram and watched the short reel. Chuckling, it was a compilation video about old Vines. The last one being karma happening quickly. I tap on the voice message and start talking…

“Girl, that last clip is literally me!”

A simple phrase, right?

~End Flashback~

Wrong, texting doesn’t form concequences. Only when talking does one have to be careful. That was the first thing taught as a child. Now I have to face my consequences, my life morphed into the last clip, forever and constantly being dumb and recieving karma. All traces of who I was now gone. Memories, property, everything, it was like I as a person never existed to the real world… now, all I am is a short clip.

The last clip is literally…

ME.

“So, hear me out Blaire,” he says to the brown-haired fae wearing a rather irritated expression, “You know how in our world we have specific names for the kind of people we are, and the creatures from Earth do, also?”

She raises her brows. It seems that’s the closest thing to a reply he’ll receive from her.

“What would you call the people from Ohio?” Ozerahn asks.

Blaire rolls her eyes. “How am I supposed to know? I don’t live there.”

“That was a rhetorical question, friend—”

“I don’t believe you know the meaning,” she cut him off, but the boy with red, curly hair and bright yellow eyes continued.

“—Ohioans.” he says.

“What?” She glares at him as though he’s spoken a foreign language.

“Ohio-ans. Isn’t that an peculiar thing to say?” He held his chin in consideration whilst his shorter friend stared at him like he’d consumed far too many bottles of vodka. “America—Americ_ans_. Brizil—Brizili_ans—”_

“Oh, won’t you keep it down? You’ll blow our cover!” She yells a whisper, as the two fae hide behind a stone wall, awaiting the palace guards to move so they can sneak past.

“ . . . Japan—Japanesi_ans_? Good Avella, there’s another odd one. Portuguese—Portugues_ans_. Humans are questionable indeed!” Blaire slapped a hand over his mouth and pressed him against the wall with wild eyes. Ozerahn watched as one of the guards paused for a moment. He must’ve heard him. But, thankfully he continued on with his marching pace.

She pushed her hand off his head, causing it to bump harshly against the rock. He grunted and held the back of his head. “Assmole.” he mumbled. Blaire shot him a quick glare. He looked away as though he’d said nothing at all, as she pulled her dark cloak tighter around herself, and slid her hood over her head. The coast was clear.

“Bitchhog,” she spoke under her breath, before silently sneaking towards the castle. He smirked jubilantly, before pulling his own hood over his mop of bright, curly hair. Then he followed her lead with a mischievous glint to his eyes.

Actual TW. Idek anymore. I feel sick.

I prayed. I actually fucking prayed.

I sat with God, or the universe. Anyone who would listen. And prayed.

Even when I was younger Seven in a holy white dress I would never ask for anything in my prayers I would just sit with God

So I sat with them today Told them to feel what I'm feeling Just for a second

The desire to amputate my arms The ants on my spine The ice through my heart The bugs in my ears The thoughts in my mind

The blood on my hands. In my hands.

Can you feel it too? I asked. Your sins outnumber mine. Can you feel the weight of it? Can you smell the metallic sting? The leaches calling?

Do you feel as dirty as I? _As impure? _ Do you see the lives lost for your throne? Because I see the lives lost For the things I own Remenants of skin and bone Tucked away in my iPhone From kids and 'workers' In lands far away

Distance does not make them any less human

And knowledge or a lack of Doesn't make me less of a killer

God, why would you put a corpse in my phone?