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Obsessed with the new dynamic that I'll call 'youre fired if you die'

A is boss/king of b. A is gruff and mean and socially awkward. B is sassy and sunshine and also mean. They do NOT like each other.

What follows is an idiots to lovers office romance filled with lots of bickering, ordering around (by grumpy) and mediaeval fantasy equivalent of unionization attempts ( by sunshine)

Highlights include-

"You're late." "It's literally just half a minute." "It'll be cut from your pay."

*sneezes in front of expensive object* *from the other room* "That'll be cut from you're pay"

*working slowly cause they cut they're hand or something* "Work faster." "I'm literally bleeding, can't you ask how I'm doing like a normal human." *Unable to in fact express concern like a normal human* "Well, stop bleeding."

And off course, *Actually dying* *in tears* "I'll fire you if you die"

Pls follow to help grow

UNTITLED SHORT STORY EXCERPT:

In the distance she saw a warm glow, a sigh escaped her lips. Almost home. The rain picked up, wind pushing it in every direction. Carrie picked up her pace, at least the rain would hide her pit stains.

Almost home.

She could feel herself running clumsily down the slick concrete and puddles. The light was still there but why did it seem so far away? The North Judah street sign was tattered but it was there, she was there.

[not my photo, creds to photographer&editor]

“You were supposed to love me, how do you screw up this badly. How did I screw up this badly.” - Delaney Hunt.

Briefly Write

N Judah St.

by Lu Knight. Issue 10 (March 2023).

Hey friends, I’m Lu and I’m a creative writer. I use she/her and they/them pronouns and I am 21.

I’ve been writing stories and poems since I learned how to write and before that I would doodle tales of purple dogs. I always knew that I wanted to be a published author so I could share my stories with everyone, I’ve always dreamt of seeing my novel on a shelf among the greats! My strengths in writing are: world-building, flowery details, and character building. My weaknesses are: grammar, dialogue and a bit of plot building.

Thanks to Briefly Write publishing my first micro story, I am one step closer to reaching my dream!

A little bit more about me: I am a student at Appalachian State University studying creative writing, just existing in the mountains. I love to read, take naps, go hiking, thrifting, listening to murder podcasts. I’m also a big foodie but I don’t know how to cook, hopefully in the future I’ll get better at it. My favorite animals are koalas and bunnies. I have a dog named Maggie, I’ve had her since I was in 5th grade. I have a bunny named Jeffery, he’s a rascal.

My WIPS are: The Hidden Odyssey and Colors of Emotions. I also have some short stories in the works.

I hope that you like what I create and I hope we can be friends!

Cursed Child Rewrite

Hey, I was thinking that for our next rewrite, maybe we could do the Cursed Child... I remember being really disappointed when it came out, and the plot about the time turner and Cedric making no sense! And also wishing it was a regular novel instead of a play, and that it didn't turn all the characters into characters that didn't act like themselves...

Would this be something anyone would be interested in??

Little Intro to Me

Hey everyone. I just realized I should do a little intro to who I am and what I do here.

The name's Yulvin, they/them pronouns

I'm queer

I tend to post whenever and whatever I want

Fandoms I'm in: The Owl House, Creepypasta, a bunch of bands, Riordanverse, Star Wars, writing prompts, and more.

Give me book recomendations. I beg of you

I love old myths and legends. Especially from the USA

I have an OC that I might introduce later, maybe not.

I'm here for a wild ride, not really to get in fights.

This is a safe space. No hate is in my blog

Music is a big part of me, so any music recomendations is welcomed

I'm a terrible speller, so please don't correct my spelling. I know how horrible is.

I play Dungoens and Dragons, mostly fighters and bards

I'm a beatboxer in an A Capella group, but actually do competitions for beatboxing.

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I don't bite. I do bark though.

Welcome to the chaos that is this blog. Enjoy your stay

the faces on cardboard stand so still, so stubborn;

some crooked, grinning, others flushed, skinny.

they perch so distinct yet so similar. so alive in the moment, dead soon after.

what do they say about the bodies they are attached to?

how spontaneous but motionless, such misdirects they create!

some jaws clenched, some eyes flashing red;

they froze the moment but fabricating the abstract sense.

after some sixteen nights,

the bodies live vicariously through the stationary smirks,

touching each other’s arms, rejoicing in

the nihilistic environment they concocted once.

its been several years since they faced the flash,

they have propagated the boards, one for each soul.

now the memory serves only when one roams about the storeroom.

so they do, if roam not often, but once a month.

“the cardboard emits different reflections”, each mutters.

time changed their vision and their power to resist what it brought-

faces on cardboards stand so still, so stubborn,

some crooked, grinning, flushing fiendish forms.

- @akratiisalive

standing by her mother in the kitchen,

she plays around with knives and spoons.

her mother refrains, she puts them back;

gazing graciously, her eyes linger upon the stove-

four feet is all, she tiptoes

a little closer: steam's up to her face.

she sees the color-

dazzling brown with a tint of red.

tastes saliva, she can feel the cardamom,

though too small to even boil the water.

her steps pace the kitchen,

a frown lingers upon her head,

"what are you cooking, mama?"

"your brother's favorite."

- @akratiisalive