To Mar and Mend | [@theparanoidhumanoid]
She kept her composure, face looking pale and a pain growing in her side. Olivia continued taking one step after another, passively awaiting a moment of rest. “Th-the closest hospital is m-miles away, Marvin.”
"A car has to come by soon. Don’t panic." He was practically dragging her by the time his feet met asphalt. "You’re going to be fine."
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I SQUEALED OUT LOUD OH MY GOSH JESSE
if that anon is stalking your blog, I just wanna say that I sometimes write about what's happening around me in a semi-detailed manner. Like, "the clock ticked in the background" or "the cats purring in the next room elicited a gentle hum" or something random like that. You can put that kinda shit in a fictional story, too! Ask for one-word writing prompts (lord knows I need to do that this summer again!) YOU CAN DO ANYTHING, ANON!
((Yes! Listen to her, anon! Audrey here is a writer as good as I am, maybe better. She’s got good ideas.))
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[ Leaning against the car, he continued to fire bullets at anyone who came his way. This was going to be a long fifteen minutes. Christ, he better have some transport so they can get the hell out of here! ]
Fifteen minutes on the dot later, the roaring of a diesel engine could be heard around the corner of the street. The gunmen looked past the Boss to see a small armored tank coming toward them. A loud horn blared from it, followed by the whirring of a turret spinning up.
I'm in a writing mood and can't think of anything. Can you think of anything?
((Write about your life. Write about cats. About bugs. About the future, the past, a mix of the two, about people you’ve loved, people you hate, people you miss, people you hope are lost forever. Write about your favorite smell, or the memory attached to it. Write about something that terrifies you, makes you happy, makes you horny, makes you want to puke, or any intersection of the two. Write about someone who’s all alone but doesn’t feel that way, or about someone who’s surrounded by people but feels like an island. Write about fire, about the cold, about the wind, about the stars, about the inky depths of the ocean and the infinity of space.
Imagine literally anything. Write about it. Things will happen from there as long as you have the will to keep writing it.))
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[ Hearing that familiar vibration, the man takes out the phone, all while trying to find some cover nearby the car. ]
"Oh thank god it’s you. Ya think you can come down here or something?"
"Yes, I can. Stay where you are, and stay in cover if you can help it. Support is coming. Give me fifteen minutes."
He hung up immediately, and went to prepare his things.
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"I need some backup over here! Last fucking time I try doing this by myself."
The Boss’ cell phone began to vibrate. Marvin, on the other end, drummed his fingers on his desk. “Come on, you idiot…”
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She barely stirred this time, groaning as she convulsed slightly in her seat. The movement of the van made her lurch forward, and she bashed her face on the dashboard.
Other drivers were laying on their horns, shouting obscenities at marvin, and swerving out of the way to avoid being killed on their drive home from work. All the while, more police cruisers could be seen making their way through the crowds of cars, sirens blaring.
"Thank God," he said as he saw her eyes open. The sirens swelled and Marvin could see cars pour in from the side streets ahead of them. There were only feet between them as Marvin passed the cruisers. They wouldn’t be behind for long.