CW: semi-graphic depictions of injuries + death
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Tempest.
Awe-some. Inspiring fear and enamour in all.
The painting of grays and muted blues never failed to leave me heavier and quieter. Thick strokes of navy rose away from the canvas, split by a distant streak of white. I could almost hear the thunder. I had seen this scene many times, but I was sure that this would be the last time I did.
The storm's magic washed over me. I quickly drew back down into my chamber, barely stumbling into bed before passing out.
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The first thing I saw was the wooden beam splitting above me. It was followed by the an awful creaking as people above ran in panic. I knew I wouldn't be able to move in time enough to escape and save myself, so I just laid there, praying that it would end quick.
The nearer half of the beam fell first, plunging into my hip with a sickening crack. The overwhelming pain of my pelvis shattering and collapsing made my vision spotty. The rest of the beam hitting my head finished the job.
Or so I thought.
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I woke with a pounding headache. I tried to think, but very little reason would come to me. I would try again later.
I was soaked, and the beam that had fallen on me was gone. A strip of cloth was tightly wrapped around my waist, and everything below that was throbbing and numb.
I assumed someone may have gotten to me, but had to escape before they could get me out.
[Unfinished]
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Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
