Carterhaugh: Time plays against us.“Do you ever get one of those days where you’re acutely aware?” Caldar asked rather impressed he could still say acutely when he’d had this much to drink “That you’re always running out of time? Every day. Just…running out of time.” This was the sort of thing that didn’t always make sense to humans his age and you definitely couldn’t say in front of people you’d be in charge of in a couple of years. He’d been saying a lot of things like that to Mei over the past week.Carterhaugh: Time plays against us. by SaffyLailo
“All, the time.” Mei sighed. “When you’re a kid you think you’ve got forever. Then wham! One day you wake up and you realise you’re living on borrowed time.” She ducked her head, drawing circles on the waxy surface of their wooden table. Her hair was a dark screen, hiding her from view. She sighed again, the motion shaking her body. Cal was struck by the urge to lean across and push he
Carterhaugh: BeginningBy and large across the world rats and humans owned the cities. Here and there the seagulls took over by a coastal town or two, and the rats took a bit of exception to that, seeing the rule of those urban sprawls as sort of their thing.Obviously there were vampires to contend with too, there were always vampires to contend with. Snotty buggers, but vampires were usually city folk too. Far easier to have a quick drink on the way home without arousing suspicion and drawing lynch mobs to you in a big city. And if the three groups squabbled as neighbours squabbled; if the rats fought with the vampires and the seagulls and foxes from time to time, then this was only the natural result of being in a city, too many people crammed into too little space. Fights happened but at the end of the day you knew that well, who ruled which city didn’t matter much because all the factions were sort of, broadly speaking, the same.Carterhaugh: Beginning by SaffyLailo
It was the things that lived in the little villages
An Octopus's LamentYou'd think it'd be easier to hug people with eight arms.An Octopus's Lament by TheBuggiest
As much as they poke around in the conversation, that old disconnect between feeling and brain kicks in
leaving me to watch and analyze every movement of yours and of mine
hoping desperately for some familiar pattern to suction myself to.
And it's tough trying to make friends with a face like this.
They always say I look alien, perhaps fearsome, but behind the unblinking eyes
I'm just a spineless old softie with two hearts too many,
none of which do that great of a job anyways.
I still don't understand how parrots talk so fluently through a beak; I can't.
It's too sharp and embarrassing and I keep it hidden away if I don't know you well enough
because the urge to swim off in a cloud of my own ink is just too strong
(unless you're a crab I guess, but that's dinner.)
But worst of it is trying to get to know folks on the shoreline.
I can come up, but not for very long
and what good is surfacing when the entire time
half of me just
.you are a walking. by oaklungs
coffin; there are sentences
buried alive inside you, all the
things you could not say
and they will fester there
like maggots, eat you from
the inside out