❝ mumblings. ❞ ; ♔ [open to critique]

[faerie;]

..i wanted to keep a journal of my writings.
my google drive has become cluttered. :b
**most of these writings are not linked, and just an archive of my writings. if they ARE
linked, they will be followed in a list, for example:
post 1 ; x
post 2 ; x
post 3 ; x 2 (linked with 1)

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The rain blanketed over the vast landscape, no compassion for the wolves that dotted the area. Two wolves emerged from a mossy den, tails lashing impatiently. The smaller of the duo, a small white wolf, cocked her head back in protest. The grey wolf, who was - surprisingly, - tolerant of the wolf’s whines, exhaled and nosed her forward. She snapped back to face him with a feisty glare as she barked at him.
“I don’t see why we have to go herb-hunting when it’s raining so hard!” She irritatedly commented, her long tail thrashing about. The grey wolf snickered and stood, stalking past her as the tip of his tail brushed against her nose. She sneezed and turned to bound after him.
“H-Hey!” She cried out, falling into the same pace as him. Each footfall pressing deep imprints into the dirt path, the smaller of the two easily noticed this. She stopped and looked at the tracks behind her and the tracks being made right before her eyes.
“Rahm!” She called after the grey wolf. He shifted his weight and turned to her.
“Yes, Wynn?”
“Do you think.. do you think if I put a frog in the mud.. that it would, like, make a frog imprint?” She questioned. Rahm stared at her for a few lingering seconds before continuing his trail. She frowned, the tip of her tongue positioned between her lips. As she pretended to be deep in thought and actually seem to be looking for herbs, she spotted a frog out of the corner of her eye.
“This is my chance!” She observed, leaping over just a few feet away, making sure the heavy frog couldn’t hear her paws pounding against the newly dew-stained grass. As her pawpads glided across the slick grass, she lost her balance and fell on her side, skidding away from the frog. The frog lurched away anxiously. Wynn’s yellow gaze watched the large frog disappear into a nearby bush. As the frog leapt away, she exhaled in defeat. Rahm quietly snaked his way behind her before placing a tiny toad near her stomach.
“Frog.” He commented.
“That’s a toad, dummy!” She barked back.
“Frog.” Rahm repeated himself.

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The sound of hospital socks skid across glossy tiles, patients moaned out for their morning meals. A short girl strode forward, one foot in front of the other as if she were in front of a circus crowd, walking a thin tightrope. But said tightrope was just a string of mishandled pills and a bandaged hand. The girl had pale, icy skin and obsidian-grey hair that framed her oval face and curled at her midsection. She opened the door to the cafeteria, the cold air pricking at her skin, causing goosebumps to rise across her collarbone. She swiped one finger across the hair that covered her freckled forehead so that she could see properly. She tucked the black hair behind her ear before continuing her journey for mini pancakes and over-sugared syrup, her favorite breakfast - and only breakfast served - since she was a child. She strode over to the buffet-like bar, full of fruits, veggies and pancakes. She questioned her slim choices, quietly placing a bandaged finger on her hollowed cheek and tapping it as if she were in deep thought. She shrugged and spooned some raspberries and oranges onto her plate, alongside at least five pancakes and a half a cup of maple syrup. She shakily took her pale green tray and lumbered over to a table against the white walls. She sat on the seat closest to the wall and leaned against it, letting a deep breath escape from her rosy lips.
A lanky boy sauntered over to the girl’s table, sitting down across from her. His dark hair framed his face as did hers, his wintry blue gaze attempting to catch the girl’s. A crooked smile painted itself across her face as she traced her fingernail across her tray. He eyed her suspiciously, rubbing the palm of his hand across his jawline.

“Laurenne, did you take your pills?” He questions anxiously, tapping his fingers against the table. The tapping stopped as the girl receded her hand from the tray and piled them in her lap before staring at them. He cleared his throat before deciding to speak again.

“Laurenne..” He commented sternly. She let out a small sigh before barely shaking her head. She ripped a piece of paper from a poster that had been taped to the wall.

“Medication Advice, room 194, at 7 pm this Wednesday! Dr. True and Dr. Harris!” It had read. Now, the only thing showing was “Medication Advice, Room 194!” She scribbled something on the pastel green paper with a dull pencil tip. She faced it to the boy.

‘ ‘ you arnt my boss , greyson ‘ ‘ It read. He motioned for the girl to give him the pencil and erased the E in his name and replaced it with an A.

“You’re right, i’m not, but i’m also very worried about everyone in this damn facility, silly.” He snickered, cocking his head. He focused his attention on a patient farther down in the cafeteria. Said patient had short, blonde bobbed hair and red-rimmed glasses.
“That’s Gale.” He commented. “She has depression and anxiety, just like you. Don’t you want to meet her?” He quipped. You could hear the smile in his voice. She looked up and opened one eye. Her eyes were a deep cobalt blue, the color that only the depths of the Pacific Ocean held. She noiselessly shook her head as she locked her gaze with Grayson, as if she were challenging him.

He groaned as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in his lap. "Then I am bringing her over here, Laurie. You know that, don't you?" He paraded away and Laurenne trailed after him like a lost child. She prodded at his hand as they approached Gale. The lanky girl turned, her glasses just barely leaning off of her nose.
"Oh- Hi, Grayson." She smiled at him and then fixed her focus to the short girl next to him. "..And this is? I haven't seen you before. You were just added to the roll call, right?" Gale shot questions at Laurenne, making her flinch. Grayson held his arm in front of Laurenne so she could hold it. She gripped it and started tapping her fingernails against his skin, a nervous habit of hers. Gale eyed the girl with ebony hair. Grayson wasn't very irritated by her act, as he was used to it by now. Laurenne shared a hospital room with another patient, but said patient had only been added to roll-call this morning and they were still roaming the hospital halls. Because of this, Laurenne often snuck into Grayson’s room and slept in the chair - the staff didn’t seem to care at that point.
"This is Laurenne. You guys have the same mental illnesses. Shocker, huh?" He nudged her forward towards Gale. Gale looked at her and then to Grayson.
"..Do you expect me to feel sympathy?" She croaked, her tone foul by now. Grayson shrugged.
"I mean, Alexithymia.. You don't feel emotions, right? Something like that." He questioned with a cocked head. The blonde's expression fell flat as she pretended to be a robot.
"Yessss.. I am a robot.." She moaned out before standing upright again. She patted Laurenne's head and waved to Grayson before trailing away. Grayson looked to the girl quietly scratching at his arm and lead her out of the cafeteria as well.
"Time to take your pills, then."

[Ranger of the North]

Mark! These are really cool, so far!

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The metal beds clanged against the off-white hospital walls as Laurenne quietly heaved herself from her tall bed. She steadied her balance by leaning her arm on the nightstand and trying her best to stand up straight. She scanned the room with her navy blue eyes and trailed away into the small bathroom her room had. She took a plastic cup from the sink and filled it with water, sloshing it around the dull green cup before drinking it all in one long gulp. As she heard somebody’s knuckles rasp against the door, she panicked and dropped the cup onto the silvery white tiles. She tapped her fingers against the sink before crouching to grab the cup from under the grubby sink. She mumbled under hushed breath before sliding her toes across the cold tiles and opening the door, focusing her stare on the girl in front of her.
“Hello.” The tall girl commented before attempting to slide past Laurenne. Laurenne stared at her, moving out of the way cautiously. She was still holding the cup. Might as well take it to bed, then. She rested the cup on the wooden nightstand, throwing one leg onto her bed and somewhat leaping onto it. She greedily pulled at her blanket, cocooning it around her before nuzzling her face into her pillow.
The girl came out from the bathroom and glanced to Laurenne. This girl had a dusty brown skin tone and a hair color like whiskey, the blondish white curls framing around her jawline. Freckles dotted her face as her nose crinkled, cocking her head. She wondered why the short girl was so quiet - that is a bit creepy. But it is a mental institution at all, the girl didn’t expect everybody to be all sunshine and smiles.

@ranger, thank you ! i have one more chapter done after this, i'll be posting it tomorrow night *-*

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People of all ages and sizes piled into a large office-like room, guided by aides in pajama bottoms and drinking the last pint of their teas - the last “meal” they would have until they got off of work for the night. A tall woman stood at the front of an elongated table, her painted white fingernails impatiently tapping against the ebony-black folding table. A chubby man sat in the rolling seat that was placed near hers, although the woman was obviously going to lead the discussion, chubby having no say. The man cleared his throat as he prodded at the woman’s side. She snapped to face him, plastering a smile on her oh-so tired face.
“..Yes, True?” She leaned forward questioningly. Dr. True became flustered at the act as he fixed his papers before handing them to the woman.
“..E-Er.. I think we have enough people, Dr. Harris.” He commented respectfully, continuing. “And even then.. it’s.. uh.. it’s 7:08..” He chuckled anxiously, pulling at his sleeves. She gave him a present sneer before cocking her attention to the patients in front of her.
“Alright, everybody! I hope you all are here for the medication advice we had posted yesterday morning.” Dr. Harris spoke in a cheery tone, droning on about recent sharing of medication, FDA approvals and other topics.
A familiar boy sat behind Laurenne, quietly twirling her dark hair between his fingers. She jerked forward, standing up as her chair scraped against the floors. She sat next to the boy, leaning her head on his shoulder as she pretended to snooze. He looked down at her, smiling patiently as they played a game of one-handed patty cake, her other hand hanging low and tapping against the legs of her folding chair. Greyson slid his empty hand to hers, linking them silently as she looked down, a blush canvassing across her freckled cheeks as her shoulders heaved, a snicker escaping her lips.
“What?” He questioned with a smirk ever so present on his face. She shook her head nervously, the tip of her tongue poking through her teeth. He prodded at her shoulder and she looked away sarcastically.