The Pen and Book Files

  She fell into your arms, trying to ignore the pain that ripped through her body. Every time was the same, ever since the first time she had changed. It started with a sensation of pins and needles, the way your foot feels when you sit on it. Sleepy and tingly and kind of stabbing. The sensation would get worse as she changed, as her legs fused and melted together. She could almost hear the bones in her body growing and rearranging themselves for this new form. The scales always grew quickly when she changed, turning from the color of flesh to a deep red in a matter of seconds. They started at her hips, and went all the way down her tail. Although she didn’t know why, her fins were different. A lighter red and somewhat see-through, her fins moved easily even when not completely submerged. She could easily flick them; she did so now, sending droplets in a hundred different directions. Trying not to laugh, she reached out and tried to wipe some water from your head. Feeling somethi...

 January 7, 2020 Each day starts the same now. I wake up, trying to figure out what is happening and where I am, as my brain wakes up slowly. My brain wakes up slower than my physical body; I lay in bed, trying to force my thoughts into a line.  It’s lounging in bed for a little while, followed by forcing myself out of bed and to get ready for my day. I would rather just talk online... talk to my best friend ... but I can’t get ready just by sitting in bed. The knowledge that I can keep talking to her later is what drives me to get dressed and eat breakfast.  We try and talk as much as we can. I don’t think it’s an obsession; I think it’s a real, deep connection. We were talking yesterday afternoon, just like most days. I had a web browser open in the background, shifting through things and answering roleplays. I saw the news article between 2 and 3 in the afternoon, while we were talking, but I didn’t process it. I thought people were just being over dramatic, because po...

 January 5, 2020 New discoveries are just around the corner. I can feel the change in the air, a silent observer that I know will come to light.  There have been too many changes in this past year. I know that things are not the same, and I am searching for the familiar things in this world.  I have games; Genshin Impact is an outlet for my feelings, my anger at the world. Hilichurls are not real, nor are Abyss Mages or the Cryo Regisvines that I loathe so much. I would never hurt anyone. I love to play Genshin, especially with friends. Games are more fun when you play with friends.  The other games I have do not offer the same satisfaction; none of them are available in multiplayer mode. I have to play alone, and I feel alone in these situations. I crave human company in a way that was not present before, and playing alone offers none.  When I can talk to others, I am happy. I want to make these connections, and improve on the ones I have.  I want to disco...