blue pools x pink skies

BLUE POOLS x PINK SKIES ANNOUNCEMENT + raspberry pink (PS chapter one)

A/N: WELL HELLO YOU BEAUTIFUL ANGELS
long time no see ;) it's brandy bitch

well, not really anymore! im a big girl published author now, so i suppose you should call me plumalia since that's my big girl author name :) (and my real name shhh)

i just can't find myself able to let this book go. no matter how hard i try to move on, i feel like for all it did and the impact it had on me and others, it truly deserves a physical form (and a sequel that was written but never released??? middle school me really was insane for that, but i can respect the grind)

because of all this, i wanted to announce that i will be releasing blue pools along with its sequel, pink skies, in a 10$ handwritten zine format on my website in january of 2025. it won't be available anywhere but there and at events i work, as a special little treat for everyone that read it and loved it so dearly.

now, this doesn't mean i won't let online readers read pink skies!!!! i will be updating this book to reflect ALL of the pink skies chapters very soon, so everyone can read them. more than anything, i just want to continue this cute little legacy i loved so dearly when i was little.

if you're curious at all about more consistent updates concerning the physical release, please make sure to follow me on instagram @theplumalia !! i'll be posting more business-related updates on there, as well as a release date as it draws closer.

Thank you so much, and i hope you enjoy Pink Skies. Now, onto the next book!

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RASPBERRY PINK

you would have laughed.

as i stumble stumble stumble over my shoelaces trudging through the convenience store,
stumble stumble stumble over my tongue trudging through yet another conversation with the same cashier that is always around when i have to buy cigarettes, i think about it

i always think about it.

only six months since they put you in that dry patch of scorched dirt, only six months since i shoved all your belongings into my apartment and all your memories into a fold in my throat

ready to be released with a scream at a moment's notice.

you would've laughed at the support group
the prayer circle
the drinking and the smoking
you would have said it was so unlike me to find vices in times of trouble
but you have never seen the version of me that has had to continue living without you: my primary vice. my main addiction.

and those damned cigarettes
they smell like you, sometimes.

i don't even smoke them, you know. i couldn't bring myself to. i set them on fire in a bowl and watch the tobacco burn in a strange pink flame against the dusky sky

the smoke dances like you.

six months of this
and i think it just may never end
and the girl hands me my change and my cigarettes and i smile weakly at her tongue piercing and blushed cheeks,
dropping my change as i turn to stumble stumble stumble out the door and trudge in another direction that sometimes i call homeward and sometimes i call continuing on even when you don't want to anymore
the pennies and dimes, they roll around on the greased tile and i cringe- i don't even want them anymore
but i still scramble to pick it up as any good girl would and all i can think as i duck my head out the door

is how you would have laughed.