finchmund

a handful of y'all may have seen this one already since i couldn't resist posting it on my tiktok  and bluesky  earlier this week, but this is inspired by this skeet by the goat Taco Bell Quarterly. i was bored, i wanted to write, i cranked out 200 words that turned into 350(ish) words. it's very silly and dumb and was written in like 20 minutes but i'm quite fond of it for what it is. enjoy! - What’s the name of that sauce? What? The name. Of the sauce. You know the one. I really don’t— Yes you do, you absolutely do. I can’t read your mind, dude. Ughhhhhh. Describe it, then. Describe it how? I don’t know! The fuckin’…taste or color or whatever. It’s red I’m pretty sure. And it tastes good. I’m gonna need a little more than that, man. Like what? Do you seriously not know how to describe something? You literally just said “I don’t know” when I asked for clarification. Because it’s something you should be able to do intuitively! Stop yelling at me! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m s...

don't make interesting side characters kids, you'll get so attached to them that you'll write about them more than you write about your main characters. ahem. not that i would know anything about that. there's really not much more to say about this one, but content warning for toxic marriages with children. enjoy! - “You don’t love me anymore, do you?” Theta’s words stuck to the wallpaper of the master bedroom like blood spatter at a crime scene. Eilin hadn’t even turned to face the wall yet, and her wife was still changing into her nightclothes near the foot of the bed. She didn’t even face Eilin when she spoke, instead staring up at the unforgiving white paint of the ceiling. “That’s not fair.” “How so?” came Theta’s quick response. She was always so quick with her responses, no matter the subject matter. Eilin supposed most of the well-liked politicians had to be. Though it felt like admitting defeat, Eilin propped herself up on her elbows to look at the back of Thet...