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Say What Friday

Hello all.

This week's quote is another fortune.

"Happy is the man who finds refuge in himself."

Do with it what you will.

This is the final weekend for February, so let's make it count. Remember to update your numbers by Thursday and happy writing/graphic making.

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asphaltcowgrrl
Feb. 23rd, 2018 04:41 pm (UTC)
I'm behind with this challenge, but I think this is a good quote for Adrien. A boy and his guitar. :D
sharpiesgal
Feb. 23rd, 2018 05:46 pm (UTC)
I'm behind with everything, so you are doing a bit better than me.

Yes, this would be a good one for Adrien.
asphaltcowgrrl
Feb. 23rd, 2018 06:00 pm (UTC)
It has been a struggle lately. :D

Thanks! I need something happier than what I've been working on.
haldoor
Feb. 23rd, 2018 07:34 pm (UTC)

That is a very good quote! Thanks for the reminders too!

sharpiesgal
Feb. 24th, 2018 04:59 am (UTC)
Found it in the book I'm currently reading. It was on a book of matches the main character has been carrying around for years.

You're welcome. That's my bit of cheerleading for the month.
thatwasjustadream.dreamwidth.org
Feb. 23rd, 2018 10:07 pm (UTC)
Ugh, this is pertinent to my life right now. Lots of workplace agita - and can't even get away from the place on a day off, lol.
sharpiesgal
Feb. 24th, 2018 05:01 am (UTC)
I feel your pain. Work truly sucks at the moment.

*HUGS*
asphaltcowgrrl
Feb. 26th, 2018 06:48 pm (UTC)
And... here we go. :D

A Boy and His Guitar
agdhani
Feb. 26th, 2018 07:10 pm (UTC)
did a short scene for this prompt (and another) with David Haller. no spoilers or warnings necessary.

**

Lenny had bad news written all over her like October of ’29.

Where that line came from, David didn’t know, but it was the first words that crossed his mind when her laughter filtered into his head like a hurricane from somewhere beyond the confines that held him kept him trapped in darkness. He hated it here, in this place of sensory deprivation only occasionally punctured by Lenny’s laughter or the flashes…the sounds and sights and smells…of destruction and death that kept him constantly frightened, constantly sick.

Once or twice he had heard the baying of a wolf, but as that made no more sense to him than any of the rest of this did, the howls had been pushed out of his head.

If he found his way clear of his madness, if he ever found refuge in himself, he was never going off his meds again. He would be happy to have the snowstorm of chaos in his head, no matter how light, over and done with.

‘You can get out of here,’ a voice said. His voice…but not…a rational sounding voice with a British accent that was not his own.

“I can’t…”

“Think about it. How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know…”

“Yes…you do. Think.”

He tried. Each little snippet of memory…one act of destruction after another, came too far apart to be a single day…and yet too close together to be ‘forever’ as he often felt. He had not starved to death…though he could not recall eating since being trapped here…which also suggested he could not have been here as long as he believed…and yet there had been no hunger pangs. He touched his cheeks, his chin, and found no trace of facial hair.

It suggested he had been here less than a few days.

And yet he knew he had been here longer than that. He just…knew it.

“If this was real…really real…I’d be hungry…thirsty…hell, I’d need a bathroom,” David scoffed. So if it wasn’t real…if this was all somehow in his head…all a delusion, a product of his disease…then all he had to do was realize that and will himself out of this black pit…

…a laugh…but not Lenny’s…reverberated around him like nails thundering in a metal bucket.

He cringed, clutched his head between his hands, and as it threatened to deafen him, he screamed.
katleept
Mar. 8th, 2018 07:27 pm (UTC)
Corrupted, Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, 595 words, PG/K+
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