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Writing prompt:
Lead criminal procecuter gets arrested for serial murder and has to call their ex to be their criminal defense attorney.
The whole time they are prepping the procecuter is tearing the defense apart.
To witches of this world I envy you. You've been able to adapt to this world that a man dictated was to be without all the magic but no one can disperse all magic. I am from a land far to far away where my magic is strong but here my magic tears and rips and doesnt work like yours does. I'm much like a battery powerful but useless without a tool to use it and with poison inside.
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Just some thoughts.
Everyone knows about how we live in a world of planned obsolescence, just think about the iPhone. Have you ever had an iPhone after a few new generations and suddenly it just doesn't work anymore? Or a washer etc etc. It's because they were made to fail after a certain amount of time had past so the supplier could make more money.
But you can't really be mad at them for it when they got the idea from their own bodies. The body to which you too own. Planned obsolescence is a foundation of all life on this planet. We are no different.
It's strange to think about how our own bodies betray us just as much as people we pay for screens we look at. But thinking in itself is against the nature of our being.
The reason? To make way for better. Just think of the "ok boomer" memes. Now imagined if we were all going to live forever. Science and evolution would falter and we would advance at such a mind boggling slow pace. Survival of a species means deaths of individuals.
Looking For New Spine.
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Mood of the Week
I want a connection that does not exist on this plane of existence and it makes me feel bitchy because none of my ones here are good enough for me.
I think I would break my ribs, rip out my sternum, and then cut off pieces of my own heart before I would give up on you.
You Need Help
"I can't do this! I can't ignore this anymore." He stands up "I won't watch you die and sit around and wait." He kneels back down holding her face in his hands, "I love you and you need help. I'm sorry I tried I know this isn't what you need I don't want you to feel bad but you need help. Please get help."
"You won."
In her last breath through the clenched fingers on her neck she choked out, "I won" and then her eyes rolled back in her head and her body went limp. The killer began to weep and saw what she meant and said, "you won."
Rome Wasn't Built in a Day
Nothing we've ever done was quick until our fall. We were careful, slow, cautious. We took our time we built a fortress. "Rome wasn't built in a day." That's what they say to warn kids not to rush into things but what they don't say is how it burned so quickly. I wish we were faster. I wish we spent every lovely moment together because now it's too late. That time is gone and we won't have any more and what was it all for? To be careful? What a load of shit careful gave us nothing but broken dreams.
I'm honestly cool with this.
Flowers at the End of the World
"Do you think at the end of the world any flowers grow? She asked as she stated at the charred earth below her feet.
Well if Persephone can make flowers grow in the underworld I don't see why not." They answered back tucking a small flower behind her ear. "Why do you plan to take a trip?"
I'm Not Supposed To
I turn around breathing heavy as tears threaten to turn the ground into an ocean and I see him walking away. I fall to my knees what did I do. I didn't mean it I should call out to him say in sorry. No no it's not allowed hate him hate him you aren't allowed anything else just hate him please. I hurt him. "Wait please!" I shout my voice cracking and he stops and I stand and say, "I'm sorry." He doesn't move so I take a step forward and try, "I'm scared, I just took it out on you." I take another step. Please please turn around, look at me, come to me, hold me. No no don't you can't! I take a step back then another. What's so wrong with this anyway who says this isn't allowed? How can this be wrong? He turns and I break. Everything I've ever thought or felt crashes down on me and I cry. Though crying seems too simple for what I'm doing I weep and sob and drown the world in my emotions and he runs to me. I shudder him off involuntary. Why is it like this? He backs up and I just wish I just what do I do. What can I do. Then it comes out. Quiet and hoarse but I say it it falls from my chapped lips. "I love you."
He stopped, I thought realizing the effect of what he was about to say and thinking better but I was wrong for he continued on without remorse. Insulting me blatantly, cutting me with a knife I too could have gutted him with. Then as he withdrew his blade, his hand, that which usually I craved for, clamored down on my shoulder although it felt like a punch to the gut. And he smiled and laughed as poison dripped from his mouth to my open wound. I still smiled feeling the slow poison spread through me as I forced myself to forget the wound and action of death from a man I loved and who at one point claimed the same for me.