There’s this thing he likes to do after every big meeting. Or conference. He does both now.
He comes up to us, me and his assistant, and turns away, eyes narrowing as he waits for his assistant to slip his overcoat on for him.
I don’t know what he looks at so intently during this transaction; but it’s definitely not the assistant. Poor thing, she should really look for a job elsewhere.
The first few times it happened, I thought it was just him being the rich entitled prick we all think he is.
All of a sudden he will walk away at a brisk space, and I will need to jog for a moment to catch up with him.
The assistant never hurries up because she’s quite tangibly sick of him, which I think he secretly enjoys.
Once I’m at his side, he’ll look at me finally and that stern exterior will crack open for a moment.
Every time, he’ll smile and roll his eyes.
Like Can you believe we’re actually doing this?
Continue reading “Why I Do It: Confessions from a Mercenary”
Coming out, very unfortunately, is everything. You don’t want it to be. But it is.
Because you are probably exposing someone to something that they don’t want to understand.
“I wouldn’t expect that,” isn’t hurtful on its own.
But unfortunately, it is a micro-aggression, whether they like it or not, and it says “This thing you are isn’t even on my radar for me to think about.”
It is crushing.
But even worse than that?
Continue reading “Come Out, I Love You”
It was the night Alyssa Liston humiliated Katrina Gawain in front of the whole cafeteria over her total “lessy crush” on her.
Not really a good night for crime fighting, but hey, you win some, you lose some, and then you end up recreating the iconic image of a vigilant crusader perched atop a gargoyle.
Cape softly fluttering in the wind with the perfect flair of drama, flapping almost too in tune with the popularized image of the watchful crusader.
Car horns and sirens overcame the soundscape below. Thousands of little yellow squares pasted on each building were a gateway to thousands of stories.
Yet the sting of Alyssa Liston hadn’t gone away quite yet.
Continue reading “Let’s Go Be True”
Direct sequel to Binding but this makes sense as a standalone.
I knew I was doing the right thing.
I just wish it didn’t have to hurt so much.
It was strange, hidden in the heavy rain, body wound tight like a cat about to pounce, watching the mobsters and gangsters move across the oil platform. It was my first time I would be doing anything like this, yet my mind couldn’t escape the fact that I had hurt someone.
The Suit wasn’t made for me; it was made for the world. We, as a team, wanted to save the world, so we designed a suit that could protect anyone no matter the cost.
I stole it because he scared me. There was this look in Hector’s eyes that didn’t seem right. This greed, this insatiable thirst for something he was too scared to say out loud, and of course I understood that. I wanted things for the world too.
Continue reading “Baby”
It was Ice Cream Day and everyone in the high school cafeteria had been treated to delicious ice cream, and this warmed Donnie’s heart so much that he secretly cried in front of the lunch lady as she ladled it to him. But his tears quickly turned to dismay as he realized that he only had one scoop.
He was a big guy and for his tremendous gut to be taken care of, he would need two scoops. But he didn’t want to say anything and make a scene, so he shuffled along with the other students.
Five minutes into lunch, Donnie forgot about his quarrel with the cafeteria staff, partially because he was dimwitted and forgetful, and partially because he was incredibly out of touch with his feelings.
Donnie liked lunchtime because he didn’t really have to talk or think or do anything really. He could just shovel food into his face and not even care. Because when he was with the boys, he was the King of the Cafeteria.
Continue reading “Two Scoops”
The ocean of blood went as far as the eye could see. Unspeakable anguish in the place of the midsummer land that was once their home. The Third Impact.
Somehow, the world was able to become what they knew it to be after the Second Impact. People were able to come together and rebuild, and breathe life into something so hollow and so longing.
Miss Misato witnessed that, but it very much seemed like she was gone, as was anyone else. All that remained was Shinji’s feeble hands clutched to her throat, thumb against the windpipe.
She guessed that she felt numb. It was hard to say.
Continue reading “One More Final: I Need You (an Evangelion fanfic)”
This is the 50th post on this blog so I decided to put together a self-reflection piece on where I am in life right now. A bunch of my old characters show up but you can read it out of context. If there’s an underlined thing, that means it’s a link to that character’s story.
My depression hit me really hard this year and if it wasn’t for some of my wonderful friends and this blog here, I don’t think I’d be alive. Honestly.
So thank you so much for being part of this and I really hope you enjoy it. Continue reading “Katrinick”
It gets easier.
Words that don’t really mean anything, always said in the same wishy-washy way. Both of their hands on her wrist, a thumb bumping against the red ridges. Even in the ultimate paradise, her scars would always follow her. That promised relief never granted to her.
She wanted it to be over, no, she needed it to be over. Therapy wouldn’t help, friends couldn’t help, and everything she ever loved had become empty.
So many times had Emilia recited this explanation in the afterlife. Even just thinking about it was exhausting.
Continue reading “It Gets Easier”
“Hey uh, you okay?”
Eyelids finally fluttered open, a sharp pain shooting up her clamped jaw, dried blood chipping away with every breath, like bits of glass scattering against skin.
She failed yet again. How many more times would she wake up to that exciting revelation?
Continue reading “The Best at What She Does”
He had come from nowhere.
Opening with a relentless attack and no exchange of words, he was absolutely ruthless with no call to reason.
Thankfully, her Great Sword was able to hold him back as she slashed at him clumsily, heaving the massive chunk of metal around. He jumped back and forth, recoiling in and out like a snake, each clang of his sword causing a tremor in her heart.
Continue reading “Road to Death”