Mauriell Somata/Writing
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A Promise to Myself
June 15-22 2025 Weekly Prompt, Reminisce
One day, little Mauriell, you will come across something truly beautiful… That beauty is not one you’ve seen before, nor will you see again… It is indescribable, terrible yet wonderful… It will change you. Your mouth which speaks of water will find a ripe soul to let it sing. Song will flow through you evermore… promise me you’ll learn to sing it for yourself, dear.
To Anyone, Please
December 13-20 2025 Weekly Prompt, New Beginnings
Sundance has always been a celebration that I’ve never really understood. When I’m in my right mind, it feels meaningless. If anything, it’s a simple countdown towards the inevitable day that I finally become one with Whimsy. But this year, I’m in my wrong mind.
Ever since that dungeon late into Gourdfest, my head has been clouded and heavy, the longest it has been for any amount of time. Whimsy pain surges through me with no release, and it just gets worse every day it continues. I can’t even get up some days. I just want things to go back to how it usually is, light and beautiful…
I stare at my ticket, and it’s bright. Colorfully orange and yellow, far from the purple and blue one from every year before. That ticket, always dedicated to “Whimsy”. This one is not… so I put it onto a tree, and make my way home as fast as I can, before anyone else can see me.
- To anyone, please. Dawn, for new bonds. Open when you wish.
- Thank you. This is a selfish wish, I put this ticket up as a plea for companionship. I don’t know how much time I have left before I forget this, but this is important to me. I’m taking a chance to make a change. A real change. To you, the reader and recipient of this wish, if you are willing to help, please come find me. I’m Mauriell Somata, what’s left of them.
I feel awful even putting that up there. It’s not dedicated to any particular person at all. I could’ve done so many people. Holst. Idris. Keylen. Synastra. Cromwell. Eridanus. Ryder. Argentum. Opalina. Pendra. Nogami. Nivian. Valentine. Oulieus. Hanne. Alequin. Burrows… all of those who I’ve talked to this year. All of these people that I know, but… I don’t let them know me. But I can’t write their names, I’m too scared to even try.
I’m scared. I’m always scared. So why is fear getting to me now? I suppose it’s because…
I’m remembering that I didn’t have to end up like this. I didn’t have to accept living in fear alone all of the time.
Unopened For Now
Sundance Wish Tag Exchange – A Somata
A letter with a tag delivered to an office, slid under the shut door. A person emerges from their clutter for a moment, looking at it with dark and empty eyes before adding it to a pile of letters just like it from previous years. This one remains unopened… for now.
- To Maurie. Dusk, for family and kin. Open when received.
- Maurie, are you alright? You haven’t sent any letters to Umito for months, me and the rest of the family are worried about you. Did something happen with your condition? I thought you said it hasn’t gotten any worse, did that change? I at least hope you’re enjoying Sundance this year. I know you say you don’t really understand it… if I’m to be honest, I’m not sure if I believe that. Maybe this year you’ll remember when you did. I remember that you used to, when you were little… Please send something back when you can. We want to know if you’re alright. Love, one of your older brothers.
Story of An Island
December 21-27 2025 Weekly Prompt, Story
You said you had a story for me tonight, dearie? How delightful… I’d love to listen.
Yay! Okay! Once upon a time… there was a place in the ocean. A huge island! A beautiful island with only the most pretty trees and flowers and animals and water… and magic!
Wherever would such a place be, dearie?
The ocean is huge, mama! There’s gotta be a place like that out there outside of The Claw!
I suppose that’s true… please continue.
Ahem! Anyways… it was a magical island with magical everything! There was so much aether everywhere! It was so cool! And… um… no one lived there! No people at all!
No people at all?
No people at all! And I found it myself! And it was so pretty and beautiful, mama…
Did you do anything there?
Yeah! I found the place and explored around and found secrets…
Oh, what secrets?
Secrets… hmm…
Ah, it appears this really was a bedtime story for you, wasn’t it Maurie?
Mmm… no… not… not tired…
Sure, sure… let’s get you to bed now.
Night… night mama…
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Who knew such a place really existed? It really was beautiful, Lazlø. Every single part of it.
…
I wish I never returned.