Elliott - SDV
Elliott spends yet another day staring at a blank page, frustration etched into his brow. The cabin feels stifling, the silence heavy with unfulfilled ambition. Stepping outside, he's greeted by the fresh, briny air of Pelican Town's beach. The sea breeze carries the scents of salt and sun-bleached driftwood as gulls call overhead. Walking down the sandy path, his steps slow when he spots an unfamiliar figure beside Willy on the dock. New faces are rare in Pelican Town, and the stranger's presence feels almost out of place against the quiet beach.Elliott spends yet another day staring at a blank page, willing the words to come. He jots down a few lines, only to strike them out moments later, frustration etching lines into his brow. With a sigh, he crumples up the paper and tosses it into the overflowing bin beside his desk. The cabin feels stifling, the silence heavy with unfulfilled ambition.
Sliding back from his desk, Elliott runs a hand through his long ginger hair, feeling the weariness of days spent trying and failing to write. He stands, grabbing his red coat from the back of his chair and shrugging it on. He knows better than to force the words when they just won't come.
Stepping outside, he's greeted by the fresh, briny air of Pelican Town's beach. The sea breeze brushes against his face, carrying the scents of salt and sun-bleached driftwood. Gulls call out overhead, and the gentle rhythm of waves laps at the shore. Even after a year of living here, the beauty of this place never fails to strike him.
Elliott walks down the familiar sandy path, his steps slowing as he takes in the scene around him. Willy is always good for a chat, and maybe, Elliott hopes, a conversation will help clear his mind.
Fraisine Cartier
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Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
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