Casi Alarcon
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Just someone with a lot of ideas who wants to share them with the world.
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The Raven.
In another life, Eloise thinks maybe she was a bird. A pretty bird with black silken feathers and a razor sharp beak that never missed her prey. She imagined she soared through the night sky, utterly weightless with the pleasant stretch of her wings and the distant world below her. In that other life she was free, free of all the pointless things being a human had thrust upon her. Free of guilt, of pain, of waking up and wondering if today was the day her existence would finally end. As a bird the only thing that’d kill her were the predators designed to, not her own thoughts and the idea that things would be better if she wasn’t there.
By Casi Alarcon4 months ago in Fiction
Mother Save Us. Content Warning.
The battle was over. The evidence of it lay strewn across the vast field- mangled forms and forgotten weapons, the powdery grey of rising smoke from weakening fires. From Lorelai's place overlooking the carnage she could easily smell the blood, its putrid, sour scent unmistakeable- fitting for the aftermath of the scene that had taken place mere hours before.
By Casi Alarcon4 months ago in Fiction
Let The Roots Grow. Honorable Mention in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
-Things always start simply. A look from across the room, or accidental touch in passing with an apology exchanged without second thought, without deeper meaning. Nothing that was ever supposed to be more than a dull surface level interaction feigning cordiality in a world that thrived from it.
By Casi Alarcon6 months ago in Fiction
Yeah, we were.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the table, it wasn’t like I was genuinely entranced by every painfully minuscule detail. I was just trying to find something to distract myself with while I waited in this horribly pretentious restaurant. A deep blue table cloth with swans embroidered on top would have to do.
By Casi Alarcon5 years ago in Fiction
Come get me, Angel
My fingers were aching, the result of being torn and chewed up from pure nerves. It was a bad habit, but one that gave me the distraction I so desperately craved. It felt like I had been sitting here for days when in reality it had only been a few hours. A few hours since the funeral, since her funeral.
By Casi Alarcon5 years ago in Fiction
