The end had finally come and despite the amount of time you spent preparing for it, it still felt like a punch in your stomach. The knot in your throat was painful and your lungs still struggled for air to breathe. Tears clouded your eyes and turned your vision blurry until his face was unrecognizable.
I am so excited!!! This little book (well, 264 pages) has been about 9 months in the making, and it’s finally done. Good grief.
Basically, many of my friends at my undergrad university did Creative Writing with me, and for our final project we had to write a 6k word short story and 2k critical commentary - which, by the way, as someone who has done a Master’s since and written a 20k thesis, was just as hard as writing a standard dissertation. As a surprise to everyone, I sneakily got copies of everyone’s short stories by pretending I just wanted to read them and compare them to mine, and I made them all into an anthology, which I gave to everyone at graduation. It was a really fun project to work on, even though it took ages to proof read the entire thing and design the cover and cry over Word formatting. We called ourselves the Come Along Collective because ‘come along’ was kind of a catchphrase of ours and ‘collective’ sounded professional and artistic. Sue us, we had degrees in this shit.
In June last year, about 3 years after we graduated, we met up (a pretty big deal, seeing as one of us now lives in the US!) and decided to do another anthology. Without the immediate option of including our conveniently timed university dissertation equivalents, we agreed that it would be really fun if we all wrote a short story of between 4-15k words - this is actually why I wrote Here, the World Entire, which appears in this anthology in a slightly shorter form! Since I made that first anthology back in 2013 our friendship group has changed a little, and so one contributor to the first anthology isn’t in this one and we have a new contributor, but that’s OK; it kind of charts the progression of everyone’s experiences since university.
So, over the past 9 months or so, we all wrote a story each, and everyone put their all into their stories, despite being 23-25 now and not having the luxury of time that we used to have, and honestly, the stories are amazing. There’s not a single one in there that I wouldn’t read in a literary magazine. One person didn’t do Creative Writing and was really worried about their story not matching up to the others, but it absolutely does. I did a little cry when I read it because it was so good and the writer didn’t think it was (I think they are now aware that they are actually super talented and should definitely write more). That was one of the reasons I’m so happy to have this physical copy as proof that it’s done, and people who thought they couldn’t do it did do it, and they did it fabulously, because every single person wrote something phenomenal.
There was one person in the group who wasn’t able to write anything because they had a lot going on in their life, and so the rest of us prepared a SUPER SECRET SURPRISE, complete with a secret Facebook group chat (which was literally titled THE ONE THAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO KEEP SECRET) in which we collaborated and wrote a story for her instead so that she would still have a story in the anthology. One person wrote a section, then handed it to the next person, and so on. It turned out to be an absolutely hilarious story involving Emily Blunt as an evil sorceress, Jez and Mark from Peep Show as couriers, and our old landlord as an arch villain. It’s pretty rad, not going to lie. That person still gets their name on the cover because the story wouldn’t have been written without them; we basically tried our best to put that person’s personality into a narrative, and that’s why it’s so weird. They are weird, is what I’m saying.
This whole thing was a massive labour of love for all of us. I was literally proof reading it on lunch breaks, and taking graphic design assignments at work so that I could practice for when I made the cover (which I think looks snazzy, if endearingly off-kilter). Everyone was hugely supportive of one another, giving each other prompts and feedback whenever anyone got stuck, and it was such a fantastic experience to make it from start to finish. I’m so, so proud of the end product, and I’m excited to see what our next one will look like!
I have also prepared a super secret special surprise of my own for everyone within this anthology, which I won’t disclose here just in case any of them happen upon this post. It’s rad, though. I’m excited for everyone to see it.
This isn’t available for commercial purchase or anything like that, but it’s a personal project that’s been taking up a lot of my time lately (in a good way!) and it’ll be kind of sad not to have this to work towards. Still, onto the next thing!
LADY ASHFORD: Then let me be clear that I have
understood. Your charge - your
LADY MANSFIELD: (fiercely protective)
That is enough!
DIDO sits staring at the floor. OLIVER cuts in, aggrieved. OLIVER: (to Lady Mansfield)
Is it not true enough, your
ladyship? LADY ASHFORD: whose unfortunate circumstances
of birth, we chose to forgive -
has decided she no longer wishes
the match with my son - a
gentleman and an officer.
OLIVER stares across at DIDO. He speaks quietly. OLIVER: Why, Miss Lindsay?
DIDO is silent.
LADY ASHFORD: (poignant and pained)
Do you feel I have any lesser need to
ensure my child’s wellbeing and
future than you?…(beat)…Does she
still have a tongue?
― Excerpt taken from script
you know a thing I’ve had in my head for a while is like, I noticed that out of the Destiny Island Trio and the Wayfinder Trio, Terra and Riku were alike in the sense that they had issues with their darkness, which isn’t anything new. But alongside that, I also noticed that they were the oldest within their trio and that got me thinking like…
Kairi’s Grandmother’s story mentions that light survived in the hearts of children (which we now know are the keykids who survived the KEyblade War), so what if like…children are more likely to have an abundance of light within their hearts? Like, the darkness is still there, but the light is just more prominent at that stage in life.
Now as they get older, that darkness starts to make itself known, so there’s an adjustment within the heart to keep a balance (it’s alllll normal, nothing wrong with that). It’s just…not everyone has an easy time through this stage of life and that balance kinda differs from person to person (it’s like puberty, shit happens and you’re either fine or ready to throw yourself down a flight of stairs). Pair that up with negative attitudes with darkness and you’ve got yourselves a situation like Terra’s or Riku’s (or if you wanna go about it a different way, you have Master Xehanort and Eraqus and Xehanort is kinda the oldest out of the two of them).
So with that in mind, apply that to the keykids, who are likely to come in various ages (still within the range to be considered children by adults). No two keykids are the same, so when that process starts to happen, you can only imagine the sorts of issues that will pop up and of course, you’ll likely have some keykids who are especially vulnerable…
And vulnerable keykids make for easy targets, which can result in the creation of Darklings. So basically Darklings are keykids (older keykids especially) who were having issues with their darkness and had little to no guidance on how to deal with it, resulting in their untimely demises.
You guys — like, I’m having a lot of feelings about this last episode. All I can say is, THANK YOU Naruto for giving me so many wonderful years! Thank you for all the memories you gave me and all the unforgettable moments you took me through! Thank you for showing me that no matter how hard things get, never give up! Seeing the series come to life so vividly through the anime was an amazing experience, and this series will always stay in my heart.
so a handful of you were around for last year’s calendiles day, & therefore have an idea of what’s going on. for those of you that don’t, april 28th is the day one jenny calendar graced our screens for the first time, and brought with her a level of snark none had seen directed at giles before. or, to be fair, we saw the kids snarking at giles, but we never actually saw a fellow teacher shouting “you’re a snob” across the library at him. bless u jenny calendar.
anyway, jenny and giles are adorable, their love is adorable, and april 28th is the time to make content commemorating that!! starting at midnight, april 28th (pacific standard time) and ending at 11pm that night,
for my contributions, i’ll be posting installments (every hour, on the hour) of four different six-chapter fics centering around giles and jenny (jfc what am i promising right now someone help me), as well as reblogging any content any of you choose to make.
reblog this post to spread the word, and let me know if you’re thinking of making something + tag me in it when you post it!
Here’s a little snippet from my puppy/kitten lilo. Still hoping to get it done by the end of the week, but any incentive is good to take! :)
Waking up as a tiny fluffy kitten was… strange, to say the least. Louis
didn’t notice anything unusual at first, apart from the fact he seemed to have
slept on his stomach, which almost never happened. He blinked himself awake and
stretched luxuriously. Man, that stretch felt amazing. Like his limbs had
suddenly become better at it, or something. He spread his toes and twitched his
whiskers and -
He sat up, his tail neatly coiling around his paws. Tail. Paws. Whiskers?!
Fuck, I’m a cat, Louis thought, staring down at his paws. A kitten, even, by the looks
of it. He moved his tail for a bit, wondering exactly what muscles he was
calling upon, then the curtains to his bunk opened and he looked up to find
Harry standing there in nothing but pants, blinking down confusedly at him.
“How did you get there?” Harry asked, extending one big hand and curling
it in front of Louis’s snout. Louis sniffed it on instinct; it smelled like
Harry alright, although maybe more intrinsically so than usual, in a strange
way. He butted Harry’s hand with his head and Harry scooped him up, holding him
to his face with both hands hooked under Louis’s front legs, leaving Louis’s
butt to dangle ten feet in the air.
Louis pressed a tiny paw against Harry’s cheek for balance, not liking
this at all. Put me down, you brute, he said, or tried to say, but only
a miaow came out. Harry grinned and held Louis to his chest, so Louis climbed
him to settle on his shoulder, satisfied to discover he had claws, no matter
how small. He put them out, pinpricks digging into the soft skin of Harry’s
shoulder, but Harry didn’t even twitch. “I wonder where Louis’s gone,” Harry
said out loud, because for all his good looks he had never been the brightest
crayon in the box. “Liam, d’you know where Louis is?”
A small yapping sound came from Liam’s bunk and Louis’s ears pricked up,
his tiny kitten heart going on overdrive. Let me down, let me down! he
thought ineffectually at Harry before bravely clambering down Harry’s arm
straight into Liam’s bunk, slithering under the drawn curtain. It was very
dark, but it didn’t matter, Louis could see almost as clear as day. He found
Liam cowering in a corner, his puppy hair bristling with fear.