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Currently in the process of writing my Survivor of Winslow miniseries. Also some TLT lore and background stories for yall who are confused. Enjoy!

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reluctant persistence

You are not in a bathroom. You are not curled up in the corner. There are no tears on your face. Your body is clean, unmarred, tolerable. There are no tears on your face. You cannot hear the screaming. There are no tears on your face. You can't even remember what you just saw. And above all, you are just so glad there are no damn tears on your face.   ...  This isn't working, is it?    ... Let's try something else.   You are standing in a parking lot, in f
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Stars Also Drift

You are at a carnival, alone.  Loneliness has never bothered you. You have often found you prefer to be by yourself, bot that you dislike people, but more that you enjoy becoming lost in your own thoughts. And, you think, swiping through songs on your playlist and taking a modest sip of a slightly flat cola, a melody and a beverage take that time to another level.  You almost collide with someone as you make your way through the crowds. You were young, once, and you suppose you are sti
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Somewhere Surviving

Content Warning: Drugs’n stuff   The artist sighed, staring up at the abandoned church on the hill. He had better things to do with his time than do odd jobs for some stupid church. Unfortunately, he also had to pay rent, and sometimes that meant going out of his way in the middle of the night to get his hands dirty and make ends meet. That was another strange aspect of the job. Why the middle of the night? They asked him to come clean bathrooms and vacuum and check equipment… did th
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home school

You stumble after your rescuer, not sure whether to curse or bless your soggy, frigid boots as you trudge through the dirty snow. You leave the clearing, happy to get away from the river, and cross back into the loblolly forest, the freezing rain making the journey incredibly uncomfortable. Then the forest you are traveling through thickens into a deep cypress wood, dark and damp and quiet. Something crunches beneath your boot- a pile of stark bones and rancid fur, the corpse of what appears to
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summer school

You stumble out of the school in a daze. The world around you is almost worse than the graveyard of the hallways, lonely and broken. You cross the quad, the parking lot, the sports field, and by the time you reach the forest you have accelerated to a full sprint. You don’t notice until your vision is suddenly distorted by an inconvenient drop of water that the rain has finally broken open, and you suddenly cannot tell the raindrops on your cheeks from the tears. No, you can’t cry. What’s the poi
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charter school

You lose your mind, you tell yourself. No, it’s been gone for years. The reality hits like a truck- people are dying and you have been spending your life pretending to be a student, delusionally sitting still for hours and hours, lost in a maze of hallucinations and radioactive insanity. You slam the laptop shut and stuff it into your rotting backpack, then drag yourself out of the classroom. The stone corpses of what used to be students shocks you- in your delusions, you never came to terms wit
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public school

The sky is filled with pink fire as the sun breaches the horizon behind the black silhouettes of trees. Tall loblollies with blackened scaly bark that resemble teardrops hanging into the sky, green needles filled with yellow buds in the springtime. Clouds are gathering, moving quickly to chase you down and leave you damp in first period. Best to keep moving. You emerge from the sports field that borders the forest, an empty memory of children laughing and running and playing together, the s
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