My K Key's Broken

Me, imagining a scene in my head: beautiful poetic prose that gracefully and artfully describes the scene in vivid detail, giving the reader concise imagery and beautiful wordplay to ruminate on.

Ending is sad: ouch

sometimes i remember the vibes of eve, age 13, standing over the body of her father, dress spattered with red and breaths coming quick... eve mechanically washing the knife off, head ringing, water pitched low as if to hear any footsteps coming down the hall... eve fleeing to her mother’s wardrobe and pulling on the first coat she sees even though she literally lives in the middle of the desert and has no use for it, only so she can finally shrug off the feeling of dominic’s eyes staring her down hungrily, swallowing her whole .... eve breaking down because she’s just 13, she’s just 13 and that’s too young to kill your father and be all alone and have to fend for yourself .... eve’s breakdown being interrupted by his smooth, oily voice telling her “now, maria. stand up. wipe those tears away. this is all your own doing, what do you have to cry for?” ...... eve finding out her powers through the murder of the one man she hoped to never see again........ eve still trying to separate herself from him by shunning her given name and taking on her own, eve, eve won’t bow down to anyone or let this happen again, eve doesn’t need her father behind her to be strong...... eve killing the people she knows no one will miss to strengthen her magic, and forcing down any twinge of horror.... eve taking in egg to hide the ruin she leaves behind....

Tokyo Cyberpunk: Emphasizes human relationship to technology, identity, psychological transhumanism, and the human-as-resource. In Tokyo Cyberpunk - Capitalism wants to own you.

Aesthetically speaking…

my characters when anything happens: