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Utter RandomnessLook at this poem
Now look outside
Now fall asleep
Now look at this poem
Find a bird
Read a book
Hey a cat!
Let's go pet it!
Wait, the poem
Screw the poem!
BUT I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE IT
Deal with it.
When do we eat?
High profile assassination.
WHAT IS HE SAYING!?
Once there was a man named Stanley.
He everyday went to work and pushed buttons.
Shut up and listen.
FOS RA &
The FighterThis is the end.
Don't go and pretend that this wouldn't happen,
Don't go and say it's all my fault,
Don't be a fool,
We're under his rule.
Don't just stop!
You've got to get up and continue!
There's people who died for you,
Received pain for you,
Made extreme sacrifices for you,
Killed for you,
While now, you just sit there,
Just staring at the sun
Not finishing what must be done!
So then, get up!
Shake it off and move!
You are the strongest
The best, fastest, smartest, the most courageous,
The most willed!
By the power in you, you will not fall in till the job is done!
Now, give them Hell
Your will dearly sell
And when it's done,
You can freely say
There goes a Fighter.
Poem of ThreeEbb and Flow
The land is lifting
To and fro
The land is fading
High and low
Is this some sort of sign?
Do we have a limited amount of time?
Can we continue?
While this land lay here dying;
Why do we keep on trying?
What is there to gain-
Through all this pain?
This blood rain?
Except for that for whom we entertain?
To them, this is only a game.
With all this, we can't endure long-
Each one of us hears Death's song.
So while we run out of time,
And our luck fades away,
They come for us now,
They thrive in our sorrow,
None of us will be left, on the morrow,
Together we sink,
Alone, we fall,
Everything is hopeless, you know.
Fate has woven her web,
As they prosper,
The Next Evolution Ch 2Megan found herself quite thankful of southern California’s frequently dry weather, as she was suddenly very preoccupied about the fountains that were located outside of her apartment complex located a few miles from the lab, southeast of Diego City in Irvine. Although she had an indoor garage and didn’t have to ever go outside in the rain to reach her Prius, she had always loved to sit in the little garden out front, especially on windy days when the water droplets would drift onto her face. Now, that seemed too risky a proposition.
She hung her lab coat in the closet and put her key ring on a hook near the kitchen, as she always did when coming home after work. On her way to the 90 gallon fish tank full of freshwater fish, she tapped the answering machine which had about three messages - one from her mother, one from a charity called Save the Reef, and a message from her girlfriend Sandy about their upcoming surfing lessons that they had scheduled for the coming weeken
The Next Evolution Ch 1The Next Evolution
Activity at Chase Labs Inc. had been limited to government contracts and projects that were maintained but not creating much news ink. Ever since a terrorist with wheels took over the facility and a rogue scientist called himself The Director and attempted a citywide terror spree two years ago, very little had happened at the lab that didn't involve hammers, nails, plaster and scaffolding.
It was a fine Thursday morning, and the sunlight of the day revealled the many changes that had taken place. Multiple improvements had been made, both in the facility's lower levels and the outer perimeters. A brand new guard house had been constructed with state-of-the-art communications systems, security card and facial identification software, and barricades that could be deployed instantaneously to any approaching vehicular threats. Camera systems monitored the perimeter, and the ultra-shielded fencing system was secured to all but the most determined vehicles.
retelling of the little mermaid: chapter 2I rush through the water. Swimming so fast that the cartilage in my fins begin to sting with pain. My mother chases behind me, screaming my name and ordering me to stop. But I don't acknowledge her. When I reach the man, he is sinking like a rock, into the darkness of the sea. I musn't let him drown! I swim down deep, getting closer and closer to him. So deep that even I can't handle the pressure slowly getting greater. I grab his shirt and haul toward the surface. He squirms and bubbles come from his nose and mouth. 'don't worry, you'll be okay' I think to myself.
I reach the surface. My mother is far behind. "Anata!" she yells. Ignoring her once more, I turn my head to the deserted beach, keeping this man's head above the water. When we reach shore, my tail is numb. I lay my head on his chest. No heartbeat, no signs if life, I was too late. He is dead. Mother reaches shore behind me. "Is he okay?" "N-No..." I whisper in a hushed voice. Tears gather in my eyes and drop onto his fa
Beach SceneBeach Scene
Maiden, linger, thou art fair
Long hours I have watched you, there.
Just beyond the waves I rule,
Feet just touching this tide pool.
Tide came out, came in with me.
Now you look, and now can see,
Me the prince, unroyally,
Begging you to speak, gently.
You stay! I smile, my surging tail
Stirs this pool to froth, I flail.
Like the dolphin, I deploy
All my strength in life, and joy.
You do not run, nor shrink from me,
Creature, ruler, of the sea.
And I linger in your gaze.
You, in turn, enthrall, amaze.
Shall I tell you of my quest?
You have granted me no rest.
Seeing you walk past on land
Made me wish to run, to stand.
Both of us share sun and sky.
I linger, I hear you sigh.
Staring toward the setting sun.
Have you friends here? I see none.
Dreams can come where longings start.
You have crept into my heart
By some means I can't divine
I am mad to make you mine.
This, just this, the starting test.
I appear, you stay at rest.
You scream not, nor flee the sight
Of what my
Writing Process TipsThis tutorial isn't about how to create a great story. It's about the actual process of writing. The Oxford Dictionary defines "process" as "a series of actions or steps taken in order to achieve a particular end". I define it as "how you get stuff done".
The best advice I think anyone can ever give you about your writing process is to figure out what works for you. Some writers love to lay down commandments such as "thou shall not have a TV in your writing room" and insist that following their rules is the only path to success. But everyone is different and every writer works differently.
That said, while developing my own writing process (a task that is still ongoing), I've often found it helpful to try out advice from other writers. So here are five things that I personally find helpful as part of my writing process. Maybe at least one of them will be helpful to someone else.
1. Write down ideas
If you're like me, you have more ideas for s
Seastars Shine - Mermaid Transformation
The sea, as anyone will tell you, is a place of mystery. Of change, charm, and challenges. Change: the magnificent way in which the water's workings astound us. Charm: the way the creatures of the deep can make us smile, then lurch back in terror. And Challenge: the difficulty in exploring it all, or even attempting to. To the people of the Candlelit Coast, the seastars were all three. Like a veil of glitter across the ocean water, the seastars were countless lights, shimmering upon the surface, bright enough to rival the stars of the sky. A yearly phenomenon, and to understand it was a Challenge, certainly, and its Charm went without saying.
But, malleable as the ocean is, even its most trusted constants can Change ... And for that, today, the seastars would make all the Change in the world.
The sun's light gleamed against the cove's walls and cliffs. The little nook among the stone was like a private pool to anyone who knew about it, and to anyone who wanted peace from the
The Next Evolution Ch 4Earlier that Monday morning, Megan woke up to a ringing telephone. Using her legs, she reached the phone by her computer and answered it. "Hello?"
"Good morning, Megan. It's early, did I wake you?"
"Um, no, Dr. Bennit..." Megan brushed the hair from her face and switched hands with the phone. "Did I oversleep?"
"Well, originally, I would've expected you at nine, but due to Thursday's events, I'd like to bring you in a little earlier. Can you be here at seven?"
Megan turned in her chair and glanced at her alarm clock. Five fifty. "Er... why?"
"We'd like to take a sample of your blood and run a few tests, to ensure that your DNA is stable and that everything is as it should be. It's just a precaution."
"Er, sure... I can be there early," Megan replied. "I'll be there."
"Good. Have you been doing research like I asked?"
"Yes, and I think I don't know any more about mermaids from the internet than I've learned about myself in my b
retelling of the little mermaid: chapter 1When I wake up, the ocean floor is cold. The sunlight shines through the dark water and shines onto me. I lay flat on my back in the sand, surrounded by many small fish and some coral. The morning sun begins to slightly heat the water. I sit up and stare down at my fish tail that begins at the waist down. I feel disgust and thick tears fill my eyes. Or at least they would, If I were still human. I run my fingers through my long, thick brown hair. My hair is the last part of the old me that i have. I guess that is why I cherish my hair so much.
Over the other side of the reef, sleeps my mother. She is not my real mother, But she raised and protected me from the day I was cursed into a mermaid. She was once human too, but she has been a mermaid far longer than I. I start this new day by swimming to the top of the reef, waiting for mother. I wait only a few minutes and she appears. She hugs me, which, in this case, means "Good morning" But only right now,while we're under water. We
MermaidTo the sea we go.
The sea we breathe.
The sea we are.
The salt in our blood,
The salt in our tears,
All from the ocean sweet,
Freedom and endlessness
Deep and lively
Shallow and still
Colors clash and meld
Scales and skin
Lungs and gills
Speed and power
Graceful and blithe
Kind and forgiving
Vengeful and cruel
Savior and condemner
Protector and hunter
Land and sea
Never full of one or the other
Our hearts are subject to the turn of tides
Siren song and Nixie cap
Nymph smile and Merrow hair
It's the Most Frightening Time Of the YearIt's the most frightening time of the year!
With the world's all a-fighting
And the poor are in fear
It's the most frightening time of the year!
It's the cra-craziest season of all!
With the NRA shootin'
And healthcare's not bootin'
While countries rise and fall!
It's the cra-craziest season of all!
There'll be parties of drunk men
'cause it's not on the ban, and
Blood out on the snow!
There'll be trampled on people and tales of
The countries feeble while we wish it was long ago!
It's the most frightening time of the year!
With people outgoing and being a bitch
And moaning and causing fear!
it's the most frightening time of the year!
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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