Alexis paused midstep, eyes wandering to the doors. The Doors of Death, imposing as their named suggested.
His sister kneeled there, all scraped up. Matted hair and practically shredded clothes. Her normally vibrant hazel eyes were dull and unfocused, staring blankly against the wall of the Necromanteion.
'She's back. Helena's alive.' He bit back a sob.
She noticed, turning her head towards him as her eyes welled up.
But instead, she waited.
6/25/25 - I sort of liked this one. I had an initial idea for it, but it seems a little dry :/ probably gonna use this in my spn/pjo fic in act 2 or 3 but definitely gonna edit it.
It seemed that the 2- no, three, had come out of the Doors of Death and into the Necromanteion.
A tactician, a witch, and a warrior.
'The blonde girl with her head in the other ones lap must have been Annabeth,' Alexis inferred. 'Then that makes the one slumped against the witch's side Percy.'
Alexis watched with curiosity as the lady in the middle hummed a quiet song, an arm wrapped around Percy's shoulder, the other hand softly stroking Annabeth's hair.
(He knew that song. Carry on, carry on.)
The Witch looked more wild than woman, he noted, with her eyes dull and wide open like that. Like a rabbit.
It was only when she locked eyes with him that he realized that the wild woman was none other than his own sister; Helena Winchester.
7/2/25 - A rewrite of the scene from earlier. I stayed up past midnight because I got the sudden idea 😭
The boy was sat on top of the roof of Still-water store, a dilapidated old gas station- casually sipping on a blue raspberry slush puppie with an AK-47 at his side and his old Jack Skellington hat on his head as if the world hadn't literally ENDED 4 weeks ago.
Yup, that sure was my little brother- the JD wannabe. I giggled quietly at the thought, wondering if he would even get that reference. Dad showing him that Max Brooks zombie survival guide was a great idea, he was holding his own out there.
7/12/25 - Funnily enough, the idea for this scene didn't even come from one of my serious fics. It was this weird The Walking Dead self-insert crackfic I began because I was bored. I lost motivation for it, but then I told my little brothers about it and they got super invested. Who knows, I might work on it a bit more.
"Billy!" The girl broke away from the two adults guarding her with a small sob, running over to her friends. "What happened to you? Oh god, what's happened?" Talya was almost hysterical, it made Nadia nervous.
She didn't really understand why Daryl and Rick had done what they had done. Sure, she had been spying on them, but it was only that day- and her friend was injured too! Billy had a bullet going through his shin and Talya probably has a concussion. And the real kicker here? The group Talya was talking about- they were all high school students! The oldest one was about her age, if not a little younger.
From two different schools, obviously, but they both had the cross country uniforms on. Nadia recgonized it from the times she had to stay after school for Simon's meets.
Alice squeezed Nadia's hand. "Hey. Baby, you alright?" Her voice was soft, still a little scratchy from waking up an hour ago. "It'll all work out. You know that."
"Yeah, i'm okay." Nadia nodded, squeezing her girlfriend's hand back. "'Course it will, Alice."
8/3/25 - random idea I had with my TWD Oc's. The main ones i've actually developed are Nadia (& Simon) Castellan and Alice Greene. The newest one is Talya Simons (i literally thought of her yesterday)
"Otis!" Theodosia ran through the dense forest, hopping over roots and snaggly branches. The fog that had settled down used to make her cough after a quick getaway that trailed on and on for too long, but by now she had gotten a bit used to it- and she wasn't in that much of a hurry anyways. "Otis, i'm coming for ya!"
Theo didn't know why she felt like warning him. She had already tried to murder him last night, but she couldn't. She just couldn't, and he let her rest after that, right besides him. He had confessed that he had wanted to live, just a few days before that, but that night, she doubted it just a little bit. The stars hung over her head, making for a beautiful view. If only she had the time to look up- she was busy trying not to trip over her feet. Her eyes hadn't gotten used to the darkness yet.
Finally, she stumbled upon her old camp. A bloodridden, shoddy thing. 2 loosely weaved cloths that look more like nets then blankets, bunched up around a dead firepit. In all fairness, it's not like she had a choice on the state of it- by the time she had taken care of most of the careers, the rest were hunting her down. They had stolen most of the supplies she had scavenged off of the dead one's bodies, even the ones she made. It was a blessing that Otis let her stay with him for the last few nights, it didn't matter how frugal they had to be. Now she had to finish the job- but after thinking about it for a while, she wasn't gonna ambush him like last time. It would be a fair fight.
"Otis?" Theodosia called out, looking around for her district parter. "Where'd ya go?" She had to squint to see properly, glancing a few miles outward. "Otis?" Then she shouted, looking at the sky.
She heard the cracking boom. "Oh." Otis's face, smiling warmly. A handsome display next to the lights of Sagittarius. "How'd that happen?" Theo could hear the whir of the helicopter. Something like that. Coming to take her home. "How'd I win, of all people?"
1/26/26 - idea i had for the end of my OC Hunger Games fic. I took a little inspo from Scar's Secret Life win for this ending, if ya couldn't tell.