[kh.aotic]

dropping out

[seijuu]

ꉂ☼⃝ ) username;;seijuu ꉂ☼⃝ ) name;;nash ꉂ☼⃝ ) gender;;male ꉂ☼⃝ )

catching flies-☼-grey skies

ꉂPawpads swipe the screen, batting another insignificant song away.
The emotions it elicited were unpleasant, yes, but not quite heart wrenching.
As was typical of these kinds of nights, nights where his mind was relentless
and it's monologue loud, he pins his hair back and browses.
Like a game, he'd search relentlessly for the ideal tune -
skipping every other song on spotify, discovering new bands on youtube.
Currently, his mood is dull and flat, with an aching emptiness.
Yesterday, it was positive and anxious, eager for the morning sun.
Nash fancies himself a musician, spending sleepless nights
pinpointing a piece to perfectly fit the niche of his emotions.
His mental state wavers from moment to moment,
dependent so heavily on chemicals and experiences,
which matches the varying of his music.
He finds one with heavy beats, dragging the tempo
with near groggy disconnect. It's vocals echo and resonate in his ears,
the earbuds not quite capturing the vast engulfing sadness.
It fit his mood, he scribbles it's title onto the list by his bed,
and will eventually slip into a restless unconscious.

[Suskay]

username;;
Suskay
kalon name;;
Stardust
kalon gender;;
Female
a song they might fall asleep too;;
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a story about what do they do when they can't sleep;;

As astronomical twilight fell upon the sky the remaining light of day had faded,cloaked by the darkness of the moon.
One laid awake,unable to rest among the others under the same sky as night fell. Troubled by thoughts and her own bodies
uneasiness behavior she sighed quietly,the song wasn't working, counting wasn't working, pretending to sleep wasn't working..The
darkness seemed to be creeping down the walls, oozing onto the floor not allowing the normal shine to show through the curtain cracks. Stardust sighed, she hated this, night terrors threat at every corner of this room, no room to breath..No room to dream..No room to be free. The darkness seemed suffocating at this point and sleep seemed a distant dream at the moment. She lumbered out of her bed,to the window seeking light,but alas there was none.. Tree's blocked any hope of light reaching this desolate area,she could practically feel the darkness consuming her. Stardust slowly popped the window seal off, she wasn't looking for trouble..just freedom. Leaping from the small height,into the embrace of the nights beauty,the star's tender motherly light. Slowly leaning the window seal against the wall,the curtains blowing out of her room into the gentle breeze of the night. The tree's seemed to filter the light,causing the star's light to turn into little glowing speckles on the floor. Her heart and ears opened to the noises of the nightfall, the darkness becoming less claustrophobic,she let it embrace her, the noises of tree's rustling, the crickets, the wind blowing. Stardust had no clue where this was taking her but she felt one with the night,not a prisoner of the dark but one with it spreading light to the darkest of places. Stardust smiled softly as she came upon a clearing in the thick forest, a simple lake sat in the middle. The moon reflecting off of it, the stars seemingly like fish swimming in their natural habitat. If she were to lie on her back she wouldn't think she'd be able to tell if she was looking down or up. With the sky seeming like the ground and the ground seeming like the sky.. As she stood there,she decided to lay like so,her head in a angle where it seemed as if the earth and space has became one..The dark not so scary anymore..A peacefulness washed over Stardust as she laid there the tree's bellowing echo as wind passed them,the water softly rippling as the wind tousled the surface,Crickets chirping to each other in odd,but beautiful harmony of the night. She didn't know how long she'd laid there,but the moon was drifting away,stars saying their goodbyes with twinkling light,dawn beginning to show through. Stardust smiled softly,and slowly got up,her eyes feeling heavy,which she wasn't proud of but she was sure tired now if anything..After a long trek through the path she had followed to the lake she arrived back at her house..The darkness poured out the open window,the frame still where she left it..Stardust picked up the frame in her mouth and leaped up the short distance with ease,hardly scrapping the frame on the window.As she made her way towards her bed,the image came back to her,beckoning her to come back tonight,when the darkness is suffocating..when the nightmares are around the corner waiting.

[danheng]

machii

Castor

pangender

Memory, or His Theme

where the planets lie
for a fleeting second- I thought maybe I was awake. and then I said no, I must be asleep! stars this beautiful don't exist where i come from. it didn't feel real, either, though it didn't feel like a dream. could I have just went back to bed and woke up in the morning, to simply repeat the same stone set process as the previous day? who's to say. I might have just lay there, awake. I don't know if you can sleep in a dream. I don't know why I didn't either. was there a reason? that was then, though, and this is now. I don't go to sleep or close my eyes, I simply stare into the swirling sea of stars and dreams in the misty blue ocean where the planets lie. It's sort of mesmerizing, though, so I have an excuse. I'm not one to make things like that up. It's dishonest. that's just how I was brought up. the stars, though, they might lie. I realize, in a moment, that they have lied. how unkind. they should know better. haven't their parents taught them to be honest? they lie, they have lied to me about who they are. and look at me know, I can't even tell if this is a dream or not! such rude stars. they live in the ocean, they do. maybe the ocean lies too. I've never heard it do so, at least to me. can ocean's lie? I do not know. I've always been told I have such a creative mind, so maybe I made it up. the ocean doesn't lie. I suppose that the ocean is more of a place, than a thing. not an entity. because why would stars be able to lie if they weren't even alive? and a living thing cannot live inside another living thing. I think I got confused, because I found myself staring blankly at the wide, open sea again. do other things live there? stars, planets, moons. I think that's it. it would be nice to be there one day. maybe I'd meet someone new. do you know what I would really like to do, though? I think I'd tell the nasty stars not to lie so much. It's unbecoming. I start to tire, my breathing turns to yawns and my tired eyes drift closed as I pay no attention to them. I should get to bed, regardless of the state I am in. maybe you actually can sleep in a dream? I guess I will find out.

[Hawky<3]

username;;
hawky<3
kalon name;;
hoshi
kalon gender;;
genderfluid
a song they might fall asleep too;;
kirby's epic yarn OST - splash beach (night)
a story about what do they do when they can't sleep;;
growing tired of waking up mysteriously in the night, no pun intended, hoshi left the warm toaster of his covers and padded into the hallway. he'd started a project for this very moment. if you have extra hours due to irregular sleeping patterns, might as well use them right? despite the kalon's eyes protesting, he flicked on the lights to the office. hoshi flopped down into his desk chair and scooted in, turning on the computer as he did so. his screen greeted him with his desktop, a picture of him at the bioluminescent beach in maldives. hoshi's sleepy mind drifted into memories for a moment. that sure was a great day. snapping back to the task at hand, he started up his stream. hoshi has been streaming crafts for charity for a few years now and he's achieved quite the following online. for each stream he sets the donation goal higher and he also collects money by selling his crafts! his charity streams are the main source for his charity money, however. when hoshi introduced all his supplies to the camera, he finally got started. tonight he was making glitter jars, his favorite. they were mesmerizing to look at and for some it helped them sleep! the kalon worked while he talked, his eyes on the project almost the entire time. once hoshi had finished the first jar, he'd looked up to his screen and his jaw dropped in awe. they'd already broken the donation goal for this stream! a joyful smile spread across the kalon's face. he was so glad he put this extra time to good use.

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

Just a quick reminder that this ends tonight at 11:59 EST! So you've got a little over 10 hours to finalize your forms! ^^

[sillies]

I'm going to be asleep when this closes, so this is my early good luck to everyone!

[Hemalily]

username;; Hemalily
kalon name;; Mikra
kalon gender;; Female
a song they might fall asleep too;; Guns For Hands by Twenty One Pilots
a story about what do they do when they can't sleep;; Mikra rolled over, the moonlight shining into her eyes. Tonight was bad. She normally could fall asleep with her melatonin but tonight her swirling thoughts kept her far away from the land of nod. She closes her eyes again, hoping she can trick herself into sleep. She has no luck with this strategy. Groaning, she sits up, facing away from her clock. She doesn't want to know how late she's up.
Well meaning friends have suggested many ways for her to get to bed, and she's tried them all. Night mask, chocolate, white noise, cold temperatures, all are futile. Head in her hands, searching for some way to rest her body, she finally lights upon a memory. Her grandmother, teaching a small blue kalon kit how to carefully make loops. The kit is snuggled in a blanket, distressed from a nightmare that disrupted her sleep. The grandmother, in her quiet and soothing voice, lulls the small child back to rest through the rhythmic clinking of knitting needles.
Mikra bolts upward. That's it! Scurrying over to her closet, she reaches for a small worn basket on the highest shelf. Gently dusting it off, she carries it back to her bed. Choosing a lovely soft yellow, Mikra lets her hands take control and the peaceful clinking begins. A few mistakes disrupt the soothing stitching, but she soon finds the right cadence and loses herself in the peaceful activity. Stitch by stitch, loop by loop, Mikra falls into a deep and restful sleep.

[r.ddler]

Early congrats to the winner, I see some great stories and coding out there, making me feel kind nervous man owo

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

Time's up to edit or post forms! Thanks everyone for trying out! ^^

I'll be looking through everything tomorrow and I'll try not to take long judging!