“Its a beautiful day” someone tells you. You look up at the blinding sky. You can feel yourself melting. Sweat pours off you both. If it stays this hot you might die. “Yes,” you echo “A beautiful day”
You’ve lived in the south for a few years now. One day without warning it possesses you. The “y’all” grabs your tongue and doesn’t let go. You are one of Them now.
You and your friends go to the beach. You take pictures for Instagram. “I love the beach” the caption reads. Your eyes are hollow. You do not love the beach. You have no feelings towards the beach.
You attend a Mardi Gras Parade. Everyone reaches their hands to the sky, trying to catch something that will complete them. A man in a hoodie comes out of nowhere and snatches something from right in front of you. You feel anger towards this man. You have no idea he was trying to protect you.
Every year like a bizarre ritual people begin cutting thick boards to fit their windows. There hasn’t been a hurricane in years. Why do they do this? No one can remember.
Your neighbor waves. You take notice that his lack of shirt signifies the plague has affected him. Every overweight man over the age of 60 catches this plague which seems to rid men of their ability to put on a shirt. You smile uncomfortably and wave back but say nothing. No one mentions the plague.
“Its not the same since the oil spill.” says your uncle. You’ve scrubbed your kitchen floor until your hands bled but he won’t let your forget that time you dropped a bottle of vegetable oil. “Never again will I let a family member put in a floor for me no matter how little they charge” you think. Your brother hollers from where he’s fixing the roof. Better bring him some more water.
You go over a bridge. “Look to see if there’s any dolphins!” the driver tells you. There are never any dolphins. You look anyway.
It is blackberry season again. You have your secret spot to find them, and your family wades through the brambles to find as many as possible. Thorns tear at your clothes and skin. You don’t feel the pain, just taste those sweet, sweet blackberries. Later you will make a pie.
When you visit the college of your choice, everyone smiles at you. You smile back. You fail to notice how taut their skin is against their perfect identical teeth. You do not see the wires jerking their limbs.
On move-in day your freshman year, they warned you not to lose your room key. ‘The fee’s pretty high,’ they said. It’s the day of your graduation. The key is still embedded in your palm. You don’t want to lose it. You can’t afford to lose it.
In the room beside yours, music always plays, the sound piercing your walls. You knock on your neighbor’s door. No one answers. Your RA informs you that no one lives there. You return to your room. The music is louder now.
An upperclassman advises you to take notes no matter what. You’ve filled up thirty notebooks. You’re taking note of every detail. You haven’t slept. Write it down. Record everything. Never forget.
You sit in your night class, twirling your pencil. Your professor keeps talking. There is a minute left in class. There has been a minute left in class for three days. Your eyes are sinking into your skull. When was the last time you blinked? You keep twirling your pencil. You can’t stop.
Your RA greets you when you pass her on the quad. Her face changes each time you see her, but her voice stays the same. At night, the light under her door flickers but never goes dark. You don’t ask.
Every Wednesday, a screeching alarm sounds, so loud it vibrates your walls, your bed, your body. It’s a test, you tell yourself as you lie in bed. It’s just a test. That’s what they told you. They wouldn’t lie. This week, there is no alarm. You open your eyes. There is only darkness.
Spell a character’s name in my ask box and I’ll tell you...
A: What color are their bedroom walls? B: What is their favorite cuisine? C: How many siblings do they have? D: What does their last tweet say? E: What is their last Instagram picture of? F: Who is the first person they would call if they were in trouble? G: What is their favorite flavor? H: Who called them last? I: How many books do they read in a year? J: When they just want to disappear, where do they go? K: What is their relationship with their mother like? L: When is the last time they cried and why? M: How much money do they have in their wallet/purse? N: What is their handwriting like? O: Do they sing along to the radio in the car? P: How many countries have they been to? Q: What is their dream car? R: Are they a cat person or a dog person? S: How many languages can they speak? T: What is their go to beverage? U: What is their highest level of education? V: What is in their purse/pockets? W: What time do they usually fall asleep? X: Have they ever broken any bones? Y: Who would they take with them to a remote island? Z: Would they rather die rich but alone or be poor with the love of their life?
Been a while since I’ve posted one of these! Decided to try something different, very much inspired by @croxovergoddess! Notice me senpai.
Finish this drawing! You can make it any character or oc, holding anything, expressing anything! Expand on it, change it, whatever! Be creative!! If you do, tag it as #artmemesarchive, or tag me as @artmemesarchive!