tagged by: @cherrybombfangirlwrites! thank you for the tag!!
my words: cut, hope, luck, & glass
tagging: (no pressure to play of course) @ryns-ramblings, @floribach, @halfbit, @squarebracket-trickster, & @lavender-laney! your words: find, pierce, gaze, & search!
(from 'all the angels are dead' wip)
Halley packed the numerous cans and salted crackers into a bag while Rory sat crouched at the wall, refilling the second of the two containers with water in what used to be the staff room of the supermarket. It was a sad, musty room — all greys and whites, lockers abandoned, a coffee mug with something strange crusted around the rim sitting in the sink.
“We’ve got to grab some batteries on the way out, too. Need them for all the little things. Bluey’s got a solar panel, but it doesn’t quite cut it when the skies are always grey as all hell.”
Rory lifted the two water containers, arms tense, only to see Halley stifling a giggle.
“I can’t believe you named your rust bucket ute after a cartoon dog.”
(from 'all the angels are dead' wip) - this one was strangely hard to find, lol
Halley took a step closer to the other crew member, James. They placed the barrel right at the base of his neck, but that was only because he was a whole metre taller than them. They wrapped a finger around the trigger, knowing full well it probably wasn’t loaded. Who would leave a loaded shotgun lying around, after all?
But something dark, something terrible, something furious deep inside of them — it hoped that there was a bullet loaded in there.
Shutting their eyes, Halley felt Caspian crawl backwards, talons now gripped onto the fabric of their shirt.
And they pulled the trigger.
i actually discovered that across my three wips there was NO usage of this word at all - except for within the word 'plucked'.
Maeve nodded weakly and plucked the plastic water bottle from her friend’s hands. As she took a swig, the lukewarm water felt alien within her throat, a new sensation though she knew it well. She picked at some food between her teeth, tasteless and yet somehow sour. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled at the strangeness of the world around her, and in a wave of lucidity, she caught Elle’s gaze.
“What happened last night? I… it’s blurry,” Maeve stuttered quietly, voice almost sounding as if it had been shattered.
“You may be feeling very strange. I assure you, it will wear off. It’s just a side effect.”
Elle managed to spit out a few words. “Side effect of… what?”
The face on the other side of the glass remained expressionless.
“You’ve been asleep for quite some time. What is the last thing you remember?”
