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Kismet looks at Sleeper, “you have been granted a second chance at life. This one,” he says gesturing at Abalador, “has given more than you can ever know to bring you back. Don’t waste his sacrifice.” With that Kismet ripples, shadows consuming his form. And he vanishes from the room.

Kismet nods, raising his hand. Shadows pour from him, shifting and swirling in a dark mass. Deep purple ribbons twist throughout giving the illusion of shape to the formless mass. A small pinprick of light glows from deep within the mass, growing rapidly to fill the shadows with light. Both seem to swirl together in harmony, neither snuffing out the other. Then with a flash of light, the shadows disappear leaving a cloud of mist. Slowly the mist dissipates revealing a figure, kneeling where the light once shone

“Such a sacrifice would be more than sufficient, speak the name of the deceased.”

“Perhaps, but to reverse death would require a great cost. What can you offer?”

Kismet nods his head in acknowledgment, “Darkness has gone on another rampage. While some,” he says gesturing at Moni, “are unwilling, you know what must be done.”

ninja’d The figure turns to Abalador, “I am called Kismet, and I was sent to find you.”

A cloud of smoke swirls into existence revealing a figure draped in shadows. Tendrils of liquid night twisting about them. A voice, resonating with deep echos, emanates from the figure, “Perhaps it is time for your story to end.”

Actually, languages are a type of sandwich. I am currently very hungry.

Ok, so here’s how to make mayonnaise and salmon ice cream. I’ll do it. But only if you throw in a zebra.

Yeah, I first joined when I was in college back in 2017. Was a lot more active back then. I don’t have as much free time as I did but I still get on every now and then.

What’s up, been a long time since I last posted here. But I got a new poem to share. My inspiration was old folk songs and fables of mysterious creatures and strange happenings. My goal was to capture that eerie feeling. I’d love any feedback. It’s titled “The Wanderin’ Man” Do not call the Wanderin’ Man Whose footsteps ever roam. And if you come across his path Don’t invite him to your home. Do not call the Wanderin’ Man Whose voice is soft and sure And do not answer his beckoning call When he comes knocking at your door Do not call the Wanderin’ Man Even when you are lost For though he may know the way He charges a dreadful cost. Do not call the Wanderin’ Man Don’t listen to his cries He’ll draw you in with a quiet voice And claim his awful prize.

Same, I think the last time I visited was over a year ago,

Of course not, it’s ABC. There are 26 letters in the English alphabet.

I don’t know about them, but I always prefer weird things.

Don’t say it, no.. stop it, don’t you dare! I would normally pick a shotgun, but for this situation I’m going with the baguette.

I really like this! The tone is introspective and full of hope, and I’m always a sucker for repetition in poems. My only real critique would be that I think you could create more repetition by calling back to the lines “who am I” by adding that line again near the end. Like maybe just before the line “I am you.” I think it might add just that little edge, that callback to the start that would tie the poem together.

A poem about the writing process, in early morn I sit and write, but through all my work it’s not quite right, as the long noon hours shift to gray and the evening showers come to play still I toil, and tweak, and change. because it might be better if I rearrange. you say it’s perfect, to let it alone. I just don’t know, what if they condone? you take my hand, look me in the eye. and say the best we can do is try. your words I hear inside my head, as I lie down to bed. so now in the darkness sleep I close my eyes, your words I keep and in the slumber of my mind I flew and dreamed silently

Ok, so you're telling me you saw talking rabbits, disappearing cats, insane men at tea parties, and caterpillars doing drugs... *sighs while rubbing forehead* ...and this all started with what again? But... but it was shiny and perfect, and... and... just SO TEMPTING!!!

Yeah, I'm trying to just be happy that no one was hurt. But it still kind of ruined my day. I've only been in two, This was the first one I've has while I was driving. (The other being a super mild fender bender). Yeah it's really bad, especially since I knew exactly what I did wrong immediately after it happened. I know it's not really that big of a deal, and Ill probably forget about it in a couple months. But it is really frustrating right now.

I just got in a mild car accident. No one was hurt, but I drive for a living (mail carrier) so by policy I can’t work until I’ve had drivers training. Worst part is I am at fault because I made a dumb mistake. My job is not at risk thankfully, but I’m annoyed and irritated at myself.

Ok, so the public only knows about two of the cities you destroyed. As long as they don’t find out about the rest we’re fine, how many more did you say again? Slap racing stripes on this bad boy and you got a deal!

Enantiosis appeared out of thin air, looked around confused, grumbled about crossed wires and wrong timelines, and promptly disappeared.

It’s actually a literary term, per google: Enantiosis is a rhetorical device in which opposites are juxtaposed so that the contrast between them is striking. For example, Money is an excellent servant but a cruel master. If you were asking about the pfp, it’s just an Armillary sphere.

I mean, it’s Doomslug. 10/10