To The Women In The Funeral Home Who Asked Me If Her Daughter Was In Heaven Because I Was So White She

My sister: this guy won a world record even though he has dyslexia

Me: oh really cool what record did he break

My Sister: show diving

Me:

My Sister: :D

Me: get out

Basted on a true story

Frog and cranberries it must be fall.

Forbidden Consumption au

This is just a short story of Future Freminet and Future Lyney

Threads are now scattered on the ground as i weave them into a new tapestry

In the lonesome night a match flickers with sparks before it's gently placed on some candles lighting a picture of the man

That no longer in this world

"Lynette has returned to her usual duties" a man spoke his voice gentle like the falling snow

"She really has made an improvement" the man spoke as he turned away from the picture as if the man didn't want the picture to his newly formed scar

"Finally got the time to shave" he chuckled but there was no joy in his voice

The man felt silent as he looked in the familiar office hall which looked more like a dumpster than an office to be honest

The silence hung in the air like a thread until the man finally cut it with a simple word

"I miss you, Lyney"

The man slipped on the floor in the exhaustion

"I am... so tired" he mumbled as he buried his face in his hair

"Your cruel or perhaps i am just too weak but we would have the chance to argue about that if..."

"You weren't dead"

Another pause as if there was another thread needed to be cut

"Hmph I wish we could" his voice cracked out

The second thread got cut

"But now" he stood up before continuing "i am the head of the house" he looked back at the old picture of Lyney and this time Freminet's new scar, his eye patch was very visible "and i have to say i don't know what to do"

He took some steps now pacing around the picture as he voiced his thoughts "i wasn't made a successor i just became one because if i didn't who would? Lynette? She was already grieving so much i couldn't let her go through something so challenging. Other children? No way they don't have a vision like i do none of them are strong enough to be one and that's when i thought"

He stopped now looking at the picture "what's the point of having a successor? I am aware not every child is not capable of leading but..."

"Just by us having one heir leaves us vulnerable to attack" he whispered his hands folding close to his chest

"Do you think if i became a little cruel..."

"And strings these children fates"

"To then Measure the lengths of their strings with my cold calculated eye"

"And cut those same strings to bind them to their fate like their part of the dead like you"

"Would my children live?"

The voice of a "Father" echoed from the numb man

"Tell me" the sign of the final string snapping was clear as another voice made it through the deathly silence

"If I help these children, teach them the things that they are good at, hone their skills even if they will forever be traumatized will i at least get to see them survive the storm to see a brighter day?" "Father" voice echoed through

But only his voice echoed through

Then

Came a sigh

"Right... You're not here to speak to me" he huffed

"Then there is no one to stop me"

"I'll be these children Fate that will give them a fair verdict" his words not a promise but a fact for that is what he'll make of this punishment

A memory now frozen in time

It was the middle of the day with Freminet sitting in the garden writing some papers when a curious girl approached him "wait if you became the head then... is there a chance that one of us going to be heir too" the girl spoke with an innocent wonder

"You will" he responded plainly as his focus on the papers rather than the little girl

"How?" the girl spoke with determination which finally caught Freminet's attention now facing the girl he spoke out a simple word

"Outsmart me"

"EHH! No way that's impossible" the girl protested

"Your "Grandfather" did it just fine" he replied leaning into his chair while sipping some tea

"Mmh but i am not some... demon thingy" she tried to make an argument

"Neither am I"

"Your point?"

The girl became quiet with embarrassment

"Run along" he dismissed her

The girl left without question leaving with clear embarrassment

"The same boring answer" he spoke with a scoff

"I never said you had to outsmart me Alone"

I just going to put this here

If you are scared about what people think of you just know in 6th grade I wore a bright red Christmas Shirt in November and nobody said a thing

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I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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