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Okay, so I was doing my writing thing but I remembered something an annoyingly positive person once told me and it basically amounted to telling me to put a fake smile on my face and be positive when that is literally the opposite of what I am as a person.

And like, yeah I’m still pessimistic but I can be positive when I WANT to be, not when someone is trying to force me to. I can compliment people and be snarky and all  that I want to be whenever I want to, I dont need someone to be telling me what to be at any given moment. If you do that, I’m more likely to dig my heels in and resist. 

a blessed tongue tells the greatest lies

“Once upon a time, before the time we know, there was a princess. She was like many other princesses before her, she was pretty and kind and loved by many people. Suitors came to the door daily to ask for her hand in marriage but she turned them all away.

For she had a secret. 

Underneath her mask of kindness lay a woman who was enchanted by the darker side of things.

Perhaps that was why her heart had been stolen by the spirit of Decay and she had stolen his in return.

Her father quickly tired of her constant refusal to marry and, without her knowledge, arranged a match between her and the son of a wealthy duke.

When she found out, she ran and hid away in her room, ranting and raving to her equally enraged lover.

Together, they hatched a plan. A plan that they would never be able to pull off.

They were discovered and, chained in a cage like animals, burned. Only the princess died.

But they say that she is reborn once in a hundred years, searching for her lost-”

“Bernice, are you telling her fairy tales again?” the irritated, high-pitched voice of the older woman cut off the much calmer voice of the younger.

“She is a child. You dont get those years back,” Bernice sighed and rose from where she had been sat beside the young girl’s bed. “I’m quite certain that you cannot remember your childhood fondly.”

“That’s besides the point. If you fill her head with tales of princes and princesses, she’ll start to believe the lies.”

With that, the woman turned on her heel and strode out of the dormitory.

Bernice rolled her eyes and looked down at the little girl. Somewhen during that exchange, she’d fallen asleep.

“It would do you well to remember that there is a little truth in every tale,” her eyes flashed gold. “After all, how else would people be warned?”

She blinked and her eyes faded to hazel brown.

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NaNo Excerpts Day 6

I anger Sloth with not-fluff

*Nano excerpts are entirely unedited*

Word count: 247

“I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so.” Alex swayed against Everett hard enough to make him lose a step

“Oh shut up.”

“You won!”

“I did.” His face turned a bit more pink. “But I mean there weren’t that many entries so-” A hand snatched the back of his collar, this time fully taking his balance. The force sent him crashing against the other, left him no choice but to grab on to his shirt to keep from falling. “Are you trying to kill me?” Everett shouted, trying to ignore the burning of his face in the freezing cold.

“Why are you trying to ruin a perfectly good accomplishment?” Alex raised an eyebrow. Close. There was not nearly enough room between them as there should be and Everett, Everett’s hands were still cawing onto his friend’s shirt.

“I- Uh.” He scrambled to move away, to put some distance between them, but Alex held him there, waiting for an answer. Everett’s eyes went everywhere but his friends face. Alex’s, though, burned a hole right through him, watched from there still far too close proximity. He had to realize how awkward this was, right right? Except, how would he know? It’s not like Alex saw him that way, he probably didn’t even consider…

But then he was pushed back, freed from his hold. “Just, stop putting down everything you do for once, yeah?”

Oddly, Alex wouldn’t look at him when he said it.

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let poison drip from a blessed tongue

“Now, here’s the thing, darling,”  she pulls herself up from the ground, one hand against the wound on her side that will definitely need stiches. She doesn’t care at that moment, a smile on her face that was surely seen as mad by all who saw it. “I reckon that I know more about those keys then you ever will and, in binding yourself to that particular key without properly researching it, you have played the part exactly as I wanted you to.”

“Wha-” the other woman tried to say but the sudden sound of the key cracking and the light that seeped out of it cut her off.

“Let he who drains all life away walk the earth another day,” Bernice smirked at her.

She had no time to respond as her body was over-taken by a spiralling hurricane of light.

Bernice walked closer. She didn’t fear the light, not at all.

It cleared and the woman was no more. She had been replaced by a tall man with long dark purple hair that bordered on black.

Bernice placed a hand on his cheek, chuckling when his snake-like eyes shot open in a glare and his hand grabbed hers.

The rage in his eyes subsided and was replaced by a softer emotion. If she had been another girl, she might’ve called it love.

“Blessed one,” his voice was soft with a hissing quality. He smiled, revealing sharp fangs.

“Attor,” she returned, smiling at her almost lover.

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