Random Drabbles/Plot Ideas

Help me write again

lmao trying to get back in the groove of writing and it's not working that well

probs cause school or whatevs kek

but anyway here ewe recent writings:

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warning: implied child abuse, cursing

The little one's stare is unnerving, staring blankly at you from across the room yet it's somehow burning a hole through your skull and oh wow, this is very uncomfortable.

You gulp and the little one seems to have made up their mind about something. They walk towards you calmly, face eerily blank and calm, whereas children their age couldn't even stop their emotions from bursting into color and bleeding to actions and reality. They keep staring, eyes now furrowed slightly in concentration, an unfathomable curiosity, and dubious machinations. And it seemed like they wanted to ask you something.

You turn to them -not leaning down to their height because you think you've seen or read something about this on the internet before and this is your first foster save your soul- and ask, "Do you want anything?"

They just keep their eyes glued to yours and the silence is deafening.

Finally, they speak.

"You're not a real adult."

You blink at that. What did they mean? You scratch the back of your head and let out a little confused chuckle. "Well," you smiled bashfully, "I am just in my 20's so I suppose you could-"

"Real adults curse. They say 'fuck', 'bitch', 'cunt', 'hell', 'motherfucker', 'asshole' and all that stuff." Their hands are crossed in front of their chest as they say this without batting an eye and honestly, you're horrified that they know all of this. "Real adults don't smile at you, they don't care about your well-being, they constantly bring you down, they hit you, punish you, hurt you." Their arms are wrapped around themselves and the long sleeves get dragged upwards, the most you've seen their skin for the few days they've been here. Your eyes notice the little burn marks on their arm, a cigarette burn if you correct. You clench your fists tightly at the sight.

"Frankly, you confuse me. You...don't do any of that." The little one looks down, refusing to look you in the eye.

"Therefore, you are not a real adult," they mutter. "And I don't really know how to feel about that."

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Camp Camp drabbles inspired from Tumble posts

(this one's a Zombie Daniel AU from ghost-wants-murder)

"Shit shit shit shit oh motherfucking-"

Max ran as fast and as far as his legs could take him, hopefully far away from the batshit crazy cultist who has, by the way, turned into a goddamn zombie for a reason the younger knew was because the world hated his guts and that fate just wants to make his life as miserable as possible.

(As if it wasn't fucking miserable enough already-)

"FUCK–"

He doesn't waste any time and just pulls himself up, not bothering to check whatever it was that tripped him. Honestly, he didn't even know where he was and where he was going.

All he could think right now was run run run, don't let the shithead get you, just fucKING RUN-

A flash of white lunges at him from behind and somehow, he avoids that by rolling to the side, reminiscent of the main characters in those sorry excuse of action movies. Glinting metal catches his attention, a conveniently placed ax just within his reach.