#regalwrites

The wonderful people who tagged me @little-mouse-gardens @primroseprime2019 @zestymimblo @late-to-the-fandom

The last line from Still Here from my last writing session.

Not with the storm of emotions I had swirling about my brain.

I could give more context, or I could not and just leave people confused. Which I’m going to do.

My lungs feel almost aflame as I push through the plant scrub and follow after the birds. What was the majority of the village right behind me has turned into only a handful of desperate souls who still have strength left. For most, the moment the sky turns green is when they stop running, simply accepting that if they didn't get far enough from the village they would join the ever going list of the lost.

At least that what he thinks now, as he sits in his bed wife sleeping peacefully besides him, staring at his mother. His mother who had passed years ago. His mother that was never able to meet his now seven year old son. His mother that stands there unmoving and translucent, staring back at him.

A ghost.

Despite the chaos the green sky brings upon us. Despite how many of us will die from the green sky tonight. The green sky might bring forth the carnivorous vines. But we have survived them before.

The world was never meant to survive her. Yet somehow it did.

It survived here, against all odds. The one sent down to end the world, the one sent down to reset all of evolution failed. She had everything she needed, power, drive, and a lack of care. And absolutely no moral compass.

Thanks for the tag @primroseprime2019

I’ve attempted to add to a Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction recently so I’ll post a little but of that. (Titled ‘The Shadows Are Helping’ if you want to know. It can be found on ao3 here.)

And it’s been awhile but I will pass a couple tags around along with an open tag.

@little-mouse-gardens @junypr-camus @mrsmungus

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In front of her lays her phone, screen lying face down.

Alix reaches forward, grabbing her phone and flipping it over. The screen is littered in cracks, the entire bottom left of the screen shattered. She presses the power button only for the screen to stay black. She tries again with no success. She shakes her phone as she stands up and presses the power, the screen stays black.

Maybe it's just dead, I'll just have to charge it later.

Not why, not why me do it, but what we are doing. Well even that doesn't quite make sense. You have to know what you're doing - it's part of the job. You're going around and cleaning the locks on everyone's door, checking for corrosion, damage and if any of the locks have been tampered with. A rather mundane job, but one the government pays well for, suspiciously well.

They don't tell you why but I figured it out. The government has keys to every locked door, and therefore access to every room.

That's why they pay us so well. What’s the point of having keys to every lock if the locks don’t work.

Do you want to knew what we do?

We’re the people who ensure the government always has access.

It’s quite simple really. I’m posting a short snippet with possible ways this little story could play out. And whatever ever option is ahead when the poll ends, then that’s the one that gets written. Think of this as a kind of choose your own adventure, except you really get a say it what happens.

I feel like this could be a really cool way to use the polls feature, and honestly I just want to see how it goes. I am of course open to any feedback about this.

The poll length will be set to a week, as I do not know if there is a way to set the length as anything other than a one day or one week, and one day if definitely too short of a time period. I am also open to creating a tag list if this is something people would be interested in seeing.

And maybe rather than rambling on I should just post the first snippet.

~Regal

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The wind whips across your legs, utilising the sand around as its projectile, striking stinging pain across your calf. The air filled with the strong scent of salt and water as the waves rise and fall around you. Screeching can be heard above as the gull once again circles the shore, in search of more people to pester for snacks. As for the sea itself beyond the strong glare from the late afternoon sun, not much can be seen. All that can be seen is a mysterious body in front of you, something that could hold many secrets, or none at all.

You turn and face the scrub covered sand dunes behind you, just like the sea gull, looking for people. However unlike the gull, you do not want to see them. And you don’t, the beach is deserted, quite possibly because of the dolphin sighting two beaches over. That is a good thing for you, it means you can get in the water without anyone seeing. Despite basic swim training saying that it is a terrible idea.

You pick up the blue backpack you very graciously dropped on the ground only a couple moments earlier, pull out the plastic covering from the front pocket and place it overtop of the bag. Ensuring it is watertight. The last thing you want is your phone being drowned. You throw the bag over your shoulder and step towards the water, enjoying the feeling of the damp sand under your toes.

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