Origins of Ice- Ch. 8: Roar in the Darkness by Lavender-Skunk, literature
Literature
Origins of Ice- Ch. 8: Roar in the Darkness
Chapter 8: Roar in the Darkness
The two of us made our way through the dense vegetation. We climbed over stumps and stones, pushed through large collections of leaves, and even had to fly over a wide river. Well, I carried my new friend over. We had seen a few other local species here and there, but none of them resembled our enemy from before. We traveled until the red sun began to set.
“It’s getting rather late, perhaps we should rest for the night.” I suggested, sitting on the edge of a cliff, my feet over the edge.
My travelling partner, whom I had dubbed “Vila” for her
The Juicy Details - Part 2: Northsage by Rancidire, journal
The Juicy Details - Part 2: Northsage
So to continue where I left off. For those who are just tuning in, I am jotting down notes and ideas while I'm away at sea and unable to pick up drawing for awhile. These entries are all around a world and story I've been creating in the background. Felt like I shouldn't keep my watchers out of the loop with the ideas behind my characters. Again, this is all conceptual, and subject to change. Also, excuse the bad grammar and typos. I don't really proof read. This ain't an essay, yo.
NORTHSAGE (The hidden palace and the "thing" kept inside)
Years following a tragedy simply known as "The Event", the bounty hunter crew of the airborne vessel "
The Juicy Details - Part 1: Hiraeth by Rancidire, journal
The Juicy Details - Part 1: Hiraeth
As I'm out at sea, there really isn't much I can do about posting art. I've doodled a bit and finished a few projects here and there, but there really isn't a time for me to post them. I assure you, the moment I can submit art, I most certainly will, but in the meantime, I've turned to writing. I know, shocking right? I know for a fact that I am not really pristine when it comes to intricate vocabulary and such, but I do believe that I know the frame works for making a good story. A story I would most certainly rather show than tell. Words can't describe some things ya'know? However, I'd like to try. I've been keeping a lot of you guys in the
Peuan's Journey-Ch.33: Trouble and Terror by Lavender-Skunk, literature
Literature
Peuan's Journey-Ch.33: Trouble and Terror
Chapter 33: Trouble and Terror
“Who’s Stacey?” Rune asked, standing along with everyone else.
“She’s a friend of Midnight and Jazmyn’s. She let Chiolie stay with her until we found her.” Peuan explained.
“Do you really think Stacey’s in trouble?” Midnight asked, very worried for her friend.
“The voice didn’t specify, but she is the only other person I know who isn’t here!” Peuan reasoned.
“Well, we should go, just in case.” Jazmyn said, trying to remain calm.
They made their way to the door.
“Sorry for leaving so suddenly.” Peuan
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RULE 1. You can only say Guilty or Innocent.
RULE 2. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!
Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your journal, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 10 of your friends to answer this. Then see what happens.
1. Asked someone to marry you?
innocent
2. Kissed one of your friends?
innocent
3. Danced on a table in a bar?
innocent
4. Ever told a lie?
guilty
5. Had feelings for someone whom you can't have?
this one is confusing
6. Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
This is how you bespeckled my bones
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each
I'm no longer a shrinking victim,
Mild as a lamb and strong as a boar,
My past is in the dust behind me,
I won't look back there anymore!
I'll still struggle and fall short,
But I'll keep soldiering on,
I hear them trying to tear me down,
But I know they're jaded and wrong!
I won't be defined by old mistakes,
Because I know my heart and my soul,
My heart has scars but it's open wide,
The journey has made me whole!
What people see as weird could be some simple things
That just one person that you know likes one thing odd
It could be that they like putting mustard on everything
and if it doesn't work with mustard, they use hotsauce
That spicy food is known as "mild" to their tastes
Or it could be the fact that they mix both together for the fun of it.
Yet in this world we all have something "weird" about us
and thats what makes us normal
because if there was a "normal" person in the world
they would be the weird one
It may seem harmless
yet it is a beast
a beast of hate
a beast of destruction
most can't tame the beast
instead they are consumed by it
feeding it till it grows to a large size
then they lose themselves
pure rage destroys everything
pure rage is complete hate
pure rage is sparked by many things
for one
its lies to their close friends
for few
being left in the dark
for many
not having anyone to talk to
yet the tip of the iceberg
is the one who has their friends lied to