#pyroptosis

Tagged by @calicojackofficial to post the last line I wrote, which is from PYROP’s Ch. 11.

I didn’t want to imagine how far below the surface we were, but the polarizing nature of the air made me think it was deep. Thick with moisture, thin with oxygen. It was hard to not feel light-headed, or was that anxiety?

@calicojackofficial tagged me to find these five words in my WIP: compete, bored, aloud, bitter, and praise. Thank you!

Compete (not used)

Bored 

“Which would mean there’s something else bothering them,” I mused, the concept doing little to ease my nerves. There were still monsters beating down our doorway, whether we were their intended target or not.

“I hope they feel boredom,” Elliana said, huddling closer to me. “And that it kicks in pretty soon.”

Aloud (not used)

Bitter

I let my merriment best me for a while, smiling ear to ear, while sadness found a way into the corners of my mouth. As happy as I was, something else took its place before I could fully savor it. 

The bitter sting of regret.

Praise (not used)

Okay but this actually slaps - I may not be able to write at the moment, but by God I can play with a funny AI Art maker and do things for my WIPs >:)

I was tagged by @witherednightmare, thank you! I have uh...not been writing much at all these past few months, but here’s a little tidbit from PYROP that I recently managed to get outta my brain c:

The quiet carried on for what seemed like hours, the two of us locked in a conversational stalemate. Yet, she eventually turned to me with a look of discomfort, a heavy sigh flushing from her lungs.

Not much, but I wanna keep things as spoiler-free as possible for now >:)

I was tagged by the lovely @chayscribbles, thank you! Let’s have a little look see on how the PYROPTOSIS gang are doing today!

Without a second thought, I locked the truck doors, eyes fixed in front of me. Fumbling through my pocket for the keys, the thumping in my head continued, like the clacking of soles on solid ground. Like footsteps.

But, footsteps needed feet.

The thing coming closer didn’t have those.

In many ways, I wish it did.

“What...is that?”

...right, this is...a horror novel, isn’t it. Hmm.

“Oh, and I’ll bring Yves, just in case we run into any trouble.”

I blinked blankly, watching as she stretched her arms, her expression blissfully innocent.

“Do I...want to know?”

“My switchblade. Old family heirloom.” 

“And, you know how to use it?”

Elliana’s brows raised slowly.

“If you’re asking ‘can I swing it around wildly at things that attack us’? Absolutely. Am I trained in hand to hand combat? Not in the slightest, no.”

Thank you for the tag @kessler-writes! The words are: silence, color, friend, and harsh. 

Silence (used 15 times)

Silence settled back between us as we sat still, and as if we were connected, I swore I could feel her mind churning with ideas. Like two cogs in a clock, we both were working toward the same goal, although we spun in different directions.

Color (used 3 times)

The first thing that caught my eye were my glow lamps; a small experiment I’d started, using different types of fuels to alter the colors of the flames, making a myriad of possibilities. I’d even started taking requests! In the past month, I’d had over ten colonists interested in a custom lamp. Even Papá had taken an interest, a few of my...well, more extreme builds perched further back in the showroom. 

Friend (used 14 times)

My greatest fear was failing the colony. Failing the rest of the human race back on Earth, who’s only hope of survival was this moon. Failing my family, my friends. Everyone I loved, and wanted to see safe and sound. 

Harsh (used 12 times)

In hindsight, I should have drawn just a smidge more attention to the present rather than my thoughts, and motioned to step back without looking first. The yelp that accompanied the harsh ‘thump’ of my heel against the trim was likely what caught her attention, but that took a lot of the credit away from me yelling ‘damn it’ once or twice.

Rules: Post the last seven sentences you wrote (of your last wip, if you have one, and if not, just any writing) and tag seven other people!

A big thank you to @em-dashes for tagging me in this! This is actually my first one, and luckily I have some of PYROPTOSIS to share :)

“I promise. I’m here to listen.” 

“O-okay, thank you.” She sighed, scooping up a handful of papers to start sorting through them, slipping a few between the book’s sheets. “Here’s what I have in mind. Because we don’t want to start a stir among the others, but also don’t want to just leave this up in the air, I came up with a plan. Without getting too carried away, the gist of my idea is that we...maybe sneak into the Wilds to find some clues for ourselves…”

“...come again?”