#anysways

Crowds of ppl glut shops of all kinds, milling around, bewildered. No one works there. No one knows how to turn the registers on, let alone operate them. It doesn't matter. There's nothing on the shelves. The storerooms have been bare for months.

They walk into restaurants. No one seats them. No one takes their orders. The kitchens are silent. Footprints in the dust lead to empty tables.

Children roam the street, breaking windows in frustration. There's no one to watch the youngest. The oldest have heard of theaters, arcades, theme parks, but they will never know what they truly are. They have holes in their lives, shaped like tutors and librarians, but those things don't exist anymore. They want more than the choices they've been given: follow in your parents' footsteps or starve.

Starve. The threat holds little weight as they sip glasses of water and stare into empty refrigerators. Their parents spend most days wandering, trapped in a bloated market, unneeded and unprepared.

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was a Teenage Necro

Hannibal/Pope

w/Dethklok

Mask

Creature

Nobodies

Tullydoc

The warm yellow light

Pope sucks her dry like a capri sun on a hot day

M and T Joyride

Basement

Love is stored in the 90s slasher film

Pgatry fic

Would you rather

Hocus pocus

Omg

Nothing is as careless as a false start

Jitb

Blood wip