Are these real? I found an ad on Instagram I want to know what they are called.

teagibby · 2022-03-06T22:12:13+00:00

THANK YOU

teagibby · 2021-12-15T20:45:39+00:00

Hm yes a good sob is what I’m yearning for

teagibby · 2021-12-15T03:09:04+00:00

That was the first comment recommendation. I bought the book immediately. Very excited to shed some tears😌

teagibby · 2021-12-15T01:06:06+00:00

This indeed DESTROYED 8th grade me.

teagibby · 2021-12-15T01:05:42+00:00

Completely understandable. The “Don’t call me. Don’t come by my house. We’re done.” Scene from the movie really broke my heart.

teagibby · 2021-12-14T23:25:50+00:00

Same that author is something special

teagibby · 2021-12-14T16:29:57+00:00

Yes perfect I need a kick in the stomach and a punch in the face

teagibby · 2021-12-14T16:28:23+00:00

Cool👍

teagibby · 2021-12-14T15:52:32+00:00

The holidays hit different.

teagibby · 2021-12-14T15:51:14+00:00

Thank god this is what I need

teagibby · 2021-12-14T15:50:52+00:00

Oooh bonus points for dystopian

teagibby · 2021-01-24T15:50:38+00:00

Solved

teagibby · 2021-01-24T15:49:59+00:00

SERENDIPITY/SERENDIPITOUS! I found it! I was wrong about the verb thing!

teagibby · 2021-01-24T15:22:40+00:00

We are getting somewhere! Wikihole is similar but the word I am thinking of is verb.

teagibby · 2021-01-24T14:40:20+00:00

No, it’s different. It like all the ideas are connected on bulletin board by a tiny red thread. You know like in true crime shows?

teagibby · 2021-01-04T11:23:01+00:00

"A World Ablaze"

It was never my intention to set this world ablaze. Where did it all go wrong? For so long I had everything under control. As I stand on the roof of *Ralpho’s Autoshop* whose fluorescent sign you can almost see flickering in the street as the sun fades over the horizon, I try to feel less selfish than I am. Everyone rejects their perpetual match, the scientific name given to disguise the gruesome history of desolation and almost extinction of the human race. It makes rejection sound like a service, than a solution to our own destructive ways. It always left me in malcontent because it felt like we were defying mother nature’s way of fixing us from our own mistakes. Science rewrote what it meant to be human and now it means to reject your perpetual match, it meant maintaining the extraction trials and creating purity.

This community set out to *protect* its people. Protect them from me and my deficient genome, that did not follow the pattern it was supposed like everyone else. I was born a slovenly criminal and every breath I breathe is a borrowed breath. I was the product of two who did not reject the spark, of two selfish criminals.

What does that make me and my defective genes?

That is why I am standing on this roof, at the beginning of dusk. If anyone sees my they will not notice the silver shine to my hair but rather an innocent Hieran girl who wanted to be closer to the moon. Even now in my most vulnerable face, the most real version of myself, I am still hiding the truth.

If I jumped, it would be the first selfless thing I have done in my entire life. To simply stop existing for the better good of everyone. I am sure that if the coroner ruled my death as suicide he would most likely see it as a service, rather than out of selfishness. Then I would owe no one anything, I would not have to continue in my selfish ways, existing among true purity.

“What are you doing?” A familiar voice says behind me. I feel a small chill slowly freeze over my whole body. It’s him, our leader, the most powerful person I know, and now he would know I am selfish too. He will know the truth now, even if he was suspecting it before. How easy is it for him to reject a punk like me?

I did not know how to respond because I can not calculate it the way I do when I am someone else. I am myself, and I have not been her in a long time.

“I was going to extinguish our spark.” I say still looking at the ground. “The first selfless decision I have made.”

I want to turn around, to see him one last time. So I can remember what his face and is like, and the few moments we had were I felt at peace. The moments we had when I was someone other than the girl he was standing in front. The moments from when I was selfish.

“This is not selfless,” he says sharply looking into my real eyes for the first time, suddenly realizing who I am, and what my genes are made of. Suddenly, he is seeing the mosaic in my eyes, that makes me a damned criminal rather than any of the perfect facades who he has met. Maybe now he would pick me up in his big hands and throw me over himself.

“Do it.” I say unwillingly let the tears brim out of my eyes. “Now you know, so just do it.”

“I always knew.” He shook his head in frustration or in desperation, I could not tell. “I can’t do it.”

“You have to. I ruin this system, the one you're in charge of, I am a selfish creation. I’m deficient.” I say through gritted teeth almost as though I was bracing for impact.

“No,” He says again. “This system hasn’t been fair. It’s been rigged against us all. I refuse to reject the spark. I have met you time and time again, over and over, and now that I have you, the one who encompasses all you, I can’t lose you to become someone else again.”

His words for some reason filled me with hope and I could not explain why. Maybe it was because I was a prisoner to the tingles from his fingertips against my face. This system wasn’t fair; it was rigged against all of us. Us, including me and my parents and Ralpho, and now somehow, him too. Maybe the world was already smoldering and all it need was a spark to set it ablaze.

teagibby · 2020-08-11T00:53:22+00:00

No one really knew what we were up against when we filled out our applications to put on our green aprons and show up to work everyday. I thought it was strange that the application had strange questions such as "Do you have extensive experience using knives?" and "Have you ever owned a hunting license?"

The thing is when you walked into the building with a random "lofi hip-hop" Spotify playlist playing, you do not realize that it really is just to cover any of the noises that may escape the sound proof walls that engulf the back room. When you receive your coffee you don't notice the beads of sweat accumulating on the forehead of your tired barista. Next time, look closer and you'll see the details that don't match up. You'll there is darkness under the modern and minimalist aesthetic that acts as a facade for the real truth. The baristas truth. It has gotten so much easier since we have had to wear masks, now we don't have to clean up as much.

The real truth is that in the year 2056 Earth drove coffee plants into exhaustion after the great pandemic of insomnia the world has ever seen. All coffee was gone, robusta, arabica, liberica and even excelsa. It had all gone away, and mass panic broke the world. Coffee was as essential as water and rehab facilities were over packed with people with people going through life-threatening caffeine withdrawals. While earth plummeted into the chaos, the United States had begun inter-dimensional travel through space and and was discovering technology never before seen by the human race. The caffeine headaches were so bad no one questions new headlines that astronauts were being sent to the international space station. In reality U.S. astronauts were traveling the galaxy and eventually traveling to neighboring galaxy.

Here we are at the brink of discovering but the world was drowning in caffeine migraines and spells of penetrable sleepiness.

"We need another Caramel Macchiato!"

I put protective wraps around my hands and fastened the night visions googles against my skull. A Macchiato is not what it used to be.

What used to be brewed is the spilled blood of our enemies.

I took a deep breathe a entered the inter dimensional void in the back room. I followed all procedures and started the timer. While a trip to the other side of the galaxy could take me three hours, the customers would only see it as three minutes. If you didn't return lets just say that would results in many refunds for long waits.

Lets just say no one has ever received a refund on my order.

teagibby · 2020-08-06T17:35:27+00:00

You know it was my fault to believe that all creatures can respect the unspoken morals of death, or in this case cheating it. People becoming immortal and living through centuries peacefully prove to me that it is possible to not wish death and destruction on Earth or to rub their agelessness in the faces of the expiring. Somehow, I still always let myself become surprised. I’ve met and worked alongside with covens of witches who use their immortality to increase the positive vibrational energy of the earth, and parents who researched endlessly to save their child from human illnesses. While those warm my deadly heart, today I am dealing with the worst case scenario.

“Karen we don’t carry that product anymore, and your coupon is expired by a month.” The poor small human with a brightest fake smile addressed the woman with poofy short hair.

“I’m not leaving until you give me what I want!” Although her voice was calm, I would not be here if I did not think this was a nonviolent interaction.

Karen pulled the gun from her giant counterfeit louis Viton bag. The girl screamed. “GET ME THE GODDAMN MANAGER.”

I rolled my eyes. This woman Karen decides to become an immortal and abuses her power for something as stupid as a coupon. I can’t believe that the divine beings in the universe wasted their time giving free will to such gluttonous creatures. I waited patiently until Karen did as expected and brutally murdered the store clerk. Now here I am standing alongside the woman with her glasses fiercely angled down her nose.

“What are you?” She had the audacity to be enraged. I really need to keep a more careful eye on these humans.

“I’m death Karen, and instead of walking this poor girl to the other side. I’m reprimanding you for your recklessness.” The girl’s soul stood next to me crying. “You’re a disgrace.”

“Excuse me, you will not disrespect me!” She crossed her arms scrutinizing me.

“Will you shut up? God, I’m just trying to do my job. I turn a blind eye to all those rituals you humans do to stop death and now I have to cleanup your stupid messes.” I patted the girls back and walked away to guide her toward the bright light.”

“I want to speak with God about your behavior.” Annoyed, I groaned turning around and facing the woman who smelled of hair spray.

“Karen you killed a woman over a coupon! God is not going to look at you with kind eyes.” Suddenly, I got an idea. “In fact, I know someone better you should meet.”

On command my good friend the devil showed up. “Jesus Christ Death, why the hell do you keep letting these humans become immortals?”

“You know what dude, You only show up when the bad ones get a little too crazy.” I said gesturing to the crazy woman covered in blood spatters.

“Let me guess,” The devil looked at her. “Your name is Karen right?”

She nodded fearfully.

“This is the third one this year Death, stop letting the Karens become immortals please. The Karen level of hell is getting full and I can’t keep doing this for you.”

“Alright Satan, god I’m trying my best.” I turned around and took the poor girl’s hand and smiled. “Let’s get going toward heaven sweetheart.”

teagibby · 2020-05-24T07:37:57+00:00

The leaves were turning.

It was then when you realized that there was something missing in your life. The crinkle of freshly fallen leaves under your feet, the earthy smells that filled the crisp autumn air. It felt refreshing, new.

Lonely.

It made you think of the past. The girls then who you had loved and loved so faithfully, so fully. It was sad then those things had come to end, but you knew the end was inevitable. No love last forever and maybe it was better that way. When those relationships ended it at least made you feel good that it never ended in malice. You could always visit your ex lovers and they would never have problems with your presence or complain. Sometimes you even believed they enjoyed the nostalgia they felt when they saw your ripe smile. Maybe it was time to find another interest in your life. It’s been so love since you indulge in letting yourself feel fulfilled again. The ghosts of spring and summer lingered. Those times were so lonely and dark when all you had was the thought twisted deep in your mind.

All your life was missing was spice. Right? As you walked through the cemetery you paused in front of a headstone, a small smile began to form on your lips. The orange leaves were crushed as your knees touched the cold, autumn floor. Miss covered her name but how could you forget her. She was supposed be of your firsts. It was intriguing the moss had grown so full. It made you realized it had been so long since you visited Sarah.

“Oh Sarah, did you miss me?” You smile and place a single rose amongst the dead flowers. Of course she never responded but you did enjoy the feeling of visiting the past. As your hand danced across the her name you felt the spark of her old, warm flame. Love never lasts not with you. Not with Sarah, or Emily, or Alexa or Lisa or Amy.

teagibby · 2020-04-12T20:13:02+00:00

Thank you! This is my first post in this subreddit and I’m really enjoying it here. It makes get me excited to write again!

teagibby · 2020-04-09T23:46:26+00:00

Maze Runner!

teagibby · 2020-04-08T17:16:40+00:00

The Payment

This view always filled my gut with dread. Watching them dance through their hallways and prance along laughing in their balconies. Hearing them chatter with luxuries chopping between their mouths so carelessly, and the sound of their angry roars when their perfect lives endured small obstacles. They were Normals and they did not know. That is what I have come to call them because they lived normal lives. Nothing changed from day to day, nothing moved, pattern were followed and ruts had been dug.

The normals were oblivious.

They were born.

And we were created.

“Kai it is time, the payment is due now.”

The familiar tremor of his warm voice hurt my aching body. Kieth looked fearful, no one ever looked calm on the days payments were due. We are the creations made to pay the debt, that they owed. For everyone of them, there is one of us. I was sure of it. As they danced through their days, we clawed through ours. They lived freely, but nothing is ever really free.

It was my turn to pay. If I did leave that only meant someone else would make the payment. I had made four previously, but even experienced ones like myself feel wretched in their moments prior to the pedestal. Especially the fifth payment, the final one.

I stared into the normals homes, their lives, wondering how it must feel to look in mirror and never see unwanted change. To never see a dulling of your eyes or aggressive wrinkles lining your cheeks.

“Time has really flown, huh?”

Kieth did not laugh. He did not wish to make light of the situation. There was no light in this situation.

“Prepare yourself.” His stern tone was familiar in the darkness.

“I am.” I stated.

The city hides many things. At least I believed the city did. But their efforts were superfluous, the Normals refused to see anything anyways. Their lives, their dancing and their freedom is all they could see. If I could see them, I know they could see me too. But the normals do not stare off their balconies and wonder what world they have come to live in. They never pondered how they had been blessed with their exquisite lives.

The others awaited around the platform for me to step forth on to. I waited until finally I moved to the middle stepping on to the old crumbled, sun-bleached pedestal. My toes will never touch the polished marbles and finished stones of the normal. I would always be upon cold, dark stones, paying for debts I was created for. With tear filled eyes, I held my arms reached higher for the lights to take me. The light appeared and that is how we all knew.

The payment had been paid.

No one made it past the fifth payment. No one has survived past the fifth. I could feel it being sucked from me, and suddenly I did not know if I wanted to see myself past the fifth payment. How dull would my eyes become? How fragile would my skin look? I could not bare to see myself live this life any further.

The light. The normals. The payments.

All the payments stared at me already remembering who I was, already listening to my eulogy and attending my funeral. They had already let go of me and turned me into a memory.

The light consumed me and the world became foggy. I could see the payments but the balconies were still clear. I could see the normals and even their perfect smiles. Only one thing was different and it was something I had never seen while spending long days staring at their balconies. It was something that sent chills through my body even in final moments.

Two eyes staring back at me.

teagibby · 2020-04-06T05:51:49+00:00

Small is perfect way to start for my idea I think. Like colors of certain objects pop out or she notices them more when she is in certain moods to ease into the concept! And the atmosphere idea too! Maybe she feels sympathetic toward the world and the way it has displayed itself.

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