#random excerpt

"No."

"What do you mean, no? Aren't you sleeping with the armory officer?"

". . . what exactly do you think we talk about? Weapon's locker access codes? That's never come up."

Thirst (Jordan Poole/Steph)

Steph slowly traces Jordan's Adam's apple, enjoying the way it moves as he gulps. Jordan's hard, he's not sure if he's ever been this hard before in his life, mind short circuiting at Stephen curry of all people being on his lap, indulging in his sinful desires.

How can anyone possibly understand the pain of one who is doomed to live for eternity and beyond? Being denied the ability to fall into that final slumber of peace and nothingness. The torture of having to watch each and every loved one perish before one’s very eyes, for who can stand it? And for how long?  It seems so cruel and unfair.

Yet..

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The sun burned the sea gold as it sank into the horizon. The sky streaked with gradients of violets, blues, and the ever-fading red; speckles of stars began peaking through the clouds. 

Beautiful is the only word Emery could think of at the moment. On any other day, she’d be able to list of sixteen different synonyms and probably give some sort of poetic insight on how the sun sinking into the ocean horizon symbolized the death and eventual rebirth of the world or some such nonsense. But today wasn’t one of those days, so beautiful would have to suffice. 

The seafoam dissolves around her ankles, finally a pleasant warmth around her skin. She digs her toes deeper into the sand. 

All around the world are people who are just like her. Their calendars marked on this specific date secluded amongst walls or nature or drowning their sorrows among friends. An international day of mourning for that event no one could ever name. What else could you do when three-fourths of the population suddenly disappeared? It’s like what happened in that stupid superhero movie from decades ago. Except there’s no big bad supervillain to fight. No heroes to fix it. No clue as to what happened. 

Three-fourths. It seems like a small number. What does that even look like? What’s three-fourths of seven billion? What’s three-fourths of life? Even after five years, Emery still doesn’t have a clue.

To her, three-fourths was waking up in the middle of a nice saturday and wondering where everyone was. Three-fourths was calling her mom, her dad, her little sister and seeing their ringing phones still left in their beds. Three-fourths meant that one person was still left behind. 

(Here’s something they never taught at school: what do you do when you’re 16, alone, and the apocalypse happens?)

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My eyes shot open, nearly blinded by the morning light. The sound of the door quietly opening; faint whispers before it closes again. Where am I? I go to speak; but nothing comes out but a faint gasp. I’m paralyzed by pain. My chest feels tight, everything feels as it’s closing in on me. Needles pierce my legs kick the blanket down, fighting the feeling of boulders weighing it down. Breath accelerating. Throat feeling as it’s growing tighter with every desperate gasp for help. Slamming limps around, failing to get the boulder blanket off. 

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....will a random excerpt for a MadaTobi week story do in the meantime?

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On some level, Tobirama had always known his father saw him as less than. Less than the heir he’d hoped his son would be. Less than Hashirama, who had proved time and again his worth to the Senju clan (despite his obvious reluctance to destroy his Uchiha rival). Less than what he should have been, not able to bring an alliance to the table without reducing the clan’s warrior force.

Until that moment, he’d simply never seen how little use he’d become to Butsuma.

He left his father’s study in a daze, the beginnings of dread worming around in his stomach. The only sound in the hall was his footsteps, ears ringing hollow the words Butsuma had spoken to him.

A marriage. He was to be married.

Just a short little except. Have another coming later this week

Are you really worried? I don't think he realized he mouths a little please.  Even though we were arms length away, the small between felt nonexistent. I give a small nod. The moonlight on his face. A cool breeze moving around us. I make a small move forward. He pulls back, quickly letting go of my hand and took a few large steps back before walking back from where he came.