[mackstarr]

one more day!

[paopu]

username:
Blaytz

name:
Daedalus

gender:
male



writing:
Have you ever experienced the feeling of being alone for so long that it's almost like you're floating? And not in the mood fuzzy butterflies in your stomach way but in the soul shattering sort of uncertain way? I have. I do. All the time. It's like treading water when there's no shore in sight. I'm constantly on the verge of drowning. I have been, for awhile now.

Honestly I'm not even really sure how long that is. I've been down here...for years, at least. Long enough that the time before is a hazy blur, colored by bittersweet pangs of grief. Long enough that I am no longer afraid if the dark labyrinth that is a prison of my own making. Long enough that I am no longer rattled by the hooves of the great beast that roams this place. The Minotaur may frighten many, but even when gazing upon his long, curling horns or peering deep into his fiery gaze I feel nothing. Nothing but an empty acceptance of my fate. This is how things are. This is how they will always be. I've forgotten how to fear and I've lost the will to try and take that back.

I'm not brave or any of trait of use to me in this place. No, I've gained nothing from my cool indifference to the walls around me. Sorrow is all I have left. Cold and twisting like a knife in my gut, it reminds me constantly of the price I've paid for my indifference.

My son, ambitious and bold and perfect, was lost to the blue. He attempted what I could not and I enabled that dream of his. With these hands I built him the wings he used to try and escape this place. I told him his foolish plan would work.

He was gone out the window into the great sky and he was never coming back. I watched him fall, plummetting down to the ocean. I'll never forget him, stark against the blue backdrop as I stood there, helpless, knowing it was entirely my fault. I shouldn't have encouraged him. I shouldn't have been eager at the challenge of building my son wings.

The blue had taken my brave Icarus from me and I had let it. And now, truly, I was alone in this cage. Pride, his and mine, had killed us both that day. Only difference was I, somehow, remained breathing.

But I am a shell of what I was. My paws no longer want to create and my head rebels against any and all ideas. I simply am. And this one a puzzle I know not how to solve. The truth is, even if I did, I'm not sure I'd want to. It's what I deserve. This lonely existence, locked away where my inventions can never hurt anyone again.

Never again will I stare out that window. Most days I won't even go near that room. Though I onced loved and longed for the sky and sea, now they only serve as reminders. The blue makes my eyes burn and turns my knees weak. I am nothing without my Icarus. I am nothing because of the blue.

[mackstarr]

This comp has been extended one day, to 10/18 at 11:59pm!

[vanilla bean.]

username: uwu.

name: matisse

gender: male

writing: 741 / 1000

present
Matisse woke up to the sound of rain pattering against his window, thunder (still) grumbling gently in the distance. He felt at peace for a moment, but as that moment ended he remembered what had happened the day before, and his heart ached. It ached more than he ever knew it could, and he realized that he was crying again. He thought back to the day before, torturing himself by running through the events once more.

the day before
Matisse woke up to the sound of rain pattering against his window, thunder grumbling gently in the distance. He snuggled a bit deeper into his blankets, but eventually rolled out of bed. As much as he wanted to be, he couldn't be late to the airport. His girlfriend was coming home after a month away, visiting distant family overseas, and he had missed her terribly. He had made a large 'welcome home!' sign, complete with bold blue letters, balloons, and lots of glitter to catch her eye. She always said that blue was her favorite color because it reminded her of him. He thought the sentiment was quite sweet, but he knew the way she looked at the sky, and that much of her love for the color blue was because of that. (perhaps both though, who could really say).

After throwing on a blue t-shirt, he trotted downstairs, heating up some pizza from the night before. Gooey cheese bubbled furiously in the microwave, and the glamorous smell of leftovers filled the kitchen. As he bit into the slice, he couldn't help but curse as he burnt his tongue. Realizing the time, he grabbed his sign and hopped in the car, abandoning his pizza to the counter. After about 30 minutes of driving, he had made it to the airport. His heart raced as the clock ticked on, waiting for the text that she had landed. Just as expected, the plane touched down at 9:33 AM.

text log

Matisse couldn't help but grin at the cheesy emojis, he loved his goofy girlfriend and the little ways she managed to brighten his day. Tucking his phone into his pocket, he stood up and stretched, getting ready to reunite with his love. He expected a bit of wait, as she still had to take a bus to get to the main terminal of the airport where he was waiting. In the meantime, he went and bought a sweet blue icee, effectively dyeing his tongue blue as well.

As he headed back to where the passengers would be reentering to grab their luggage, he was stopped by a security guard with a crooked nose and a stern looking face. "You can't leave. The airport is on lock-down, please calmly make your way to a seat, and you will be updated with more information soon."

In that instant, Matisse felt a cold shock run through his body, this time not from the icee. What if something bad had happened? Did airports usually go on lock-down?? Was he freaking out over nothing?? He rubbed his clammy hands off on his pants and made his way to an open seat, looking up at the television. The news broadcast was inaudible, but showed a breaking news update in subtitles.
"airport shuttle accident leaves 3 in critical condition"

He began rapidly texting, his fingers flying across the keyboard, blue message after blue message sending. "i know I'm going to see you soon, but text me asap" "are you okay they said there was an accident" "please text back"

he spent an agonizing 20 minutes waiting, heart feeling as if it would explode from nerves. It was in that moment that his phone lit up. Before he could be comforted though, he saw it was a call from his girlfriend's mother. Hand trembling, he missed twice before he could hit the accept button. It was silent before he heard a stifled sob. "Please come to the hospital as soon as you get the chance I'm sure you've heard by now" and with that, the call ended, and the sign fell to the floor.

present
Matisse is blue. He feels blue, all he can see is blue. And he has promised that every day he will visit his love and talk to her, welcome her home, until she finally wakes up, and he can hold her in his arms again.

[mackstarr]

closed! will choose winner soon

[mackstarr]

Sorry for the delay!! I loved reading all of your sad stories.

I was a little torn at the end, so I'd like to give a shoutout to uwu.!
Well written story, keeping it in suspense for what would happen (:

But the winner will be Blaytz! I love the paralell to the myth of Icarus.
I didn't catch on to that right away, which I really liked.


thanks for entering everyone!

[Goner.]

username: Goner.
name: K
gender: Male
writing: wip//

[paopu]

Oh my god my first baby thank you!