Rules are: write a title, set a timer for three minutes, and write like mad! Post whatever you come up with, whether it’s turned into a story or not. Feel free to join! (And to tweak a few sentences once the timer runs out. No judgement! It’s just for fun.)
They’re on the train before I even know they’re there. I can see them, walking the aisle, checking the passengers. Looking for me. I pull my cap down over my eyes, hunch into my seat, and pretend to be looking out the window. Watching the rain fall, just like any normal person would on a long trip home. Maybe if I’m asleep, if I pretend, they won’t bother me. But I can’t shut my eyes. Not here. Not when they’re so close. So I watch the rain instead. The lady next to me is knitting. A scarf, or something like it. Bright red. Like blood. I can’t look at it, can’t look at her or them. I watch the rain, begging them to pass me by, to see a boy on his way home, and not a runaway. Only she’s noticed. She looks at the men, then at me, and they’re two benches away when she shoves the ball of yarn into my hands. “Hold this for me, Stephen,” she says. Familiarly, as if she knows me. As if she’d always known me. I take it, so confused I can’t do anything else, and they pass me by. Because I’m with her, and runaways are always alone. Always.
what if the space mall has a space cinema hence space actors hence space hollywood…
imagine lance getting casually casted on a movie cuz he gets noticed by a famous alien director and he’s ecstatic about it and is excited to meet his costars but the director is like “you.” (pointing at keith) “you’ll be his love interest for the movie. you’re perfect for my script”
and so keith and lance are forced to act in love for the sake of the movie but as time goes on, they don’t seem to be so reluctant and everybody wonders if it’s just…. “““acting”““
i really really want a bonding moment between keith and lance that starts with some serious topic (like lance comforting keith about shiro’s disappearance and stuff) but then turns into them talking shit about the professors they didn’t like at the garrison, the subject they hated, stuff they’ve done there and shit like that.
“God I really hated *insert subject name* everytime the professor walked in the class I used to snort so loud everyone would turn to look at me.”
keith, with a fond smile on his face: yep i remember
lance: what…wha….what did you just say?
keith: uhhhh….it’s getting really late at night goodbye!
lance lets him run away anyways because otherwise he would have to admit how long he stared at keith back at the garrison.