I was tagged by @diphthongsfordays a while back for a word tag game! Thank you for always tagging me in these fun games ♡
Star
[From the Street Sketches wip; "The Writer"]
He walked to the middle of the top floor of the parking garage and laid down. Using his backpack as a pillow, he breathed deeply and gazed up in awe. The stars were all so beautiful as they shimmered across the wide open sky. They were so reminiscent of the city view surrounding him. All together they were a sight to behold, and yet each one dazzled in its own specific, spectacular way. Were we not all stars, spread across the universe? We are nothing but stardust wandering, and yet not seeing. Maybe we aren’t alone after all; maybe we are all simply the same. He fell asleep that night, a lone solitary figure beneath the stars, though he was still encapsulated by the city. Alone but not alone, he finally realized that he could be his own best friend, too.
Stagger
[From My FBI Agent wip]
Tax evasion and worker exploitation were always rumors running rampant around the nation, but that’s all they had ever been: rumors. The extent of evidence Trinity had on her father was staggering. The files she had stolen from Allen Starr’s home computer would damn him and the entire company, leaving them all in disgrace and in prison. It would be over for all of them.
Soft
[From the Phoenix Queen wip; when the Traveling King first sees her]
His eyes fell upon the great throne of the Dragon King itself. It was enormous, made of dark ebony and white marble, lined with gold, and carved with a savage, brutal strength known only to the dragon kind. And yet still he noticed none of this. For all he could see was a tiny girl, dressed in red with a crown shining brightly upon her long dark hair. She was so small, and she was dozing, with a drink in her hand resting on the arm of the great throne she sat upon. Glowing in a beautiful light, she was fire itself, and as she dozed in and out of sleep, her hair waved softly in the breeze that blew in from the large chamber windows.
Shudder
[From the Street Sketches wip; "The Artist"]
How could she learn to be a real person after all of that? How could she learn to trust anyone or dare to love another person again? All of that love and trust she had poured into that relationship was simply wasted. Her thoughts swam mercilessly in her head until, quite suddenly, all of the emotions she had been repressing as she cleaned out her apartment released in great shuddering sobs there at the writer’s bookshop counter.
I tag my friends @papercutsunset, @beezlebubss, and @gh0stlyink only if you feel up to it and have the time for it :) your words are:
Book, Relief, Relax, and Blue
