I decided to post another set of stories today so that I can finish catching up tomorrow.
Ready
He was ready. He had packed supplies, made numerous plans, and waited for this moment. As the metal beast continued descending, heedless of the skyscrapers, he went through the plan one more time. First, he would find a way inside the vessel. The rest of the plan would crumble like those buildings if he didn’t.
Since the ship was landing, that would make getting onboard easier. O
Note: I am reposting this since I accidentally published it out-of-order.
A Different Life
Everyone moved slowly except for Lucy. They had done so for as long as she could remember, and had grown accustomed to it at this point. She sat, sketching the scene of the lecture hall before her, as the professor slogged through the lesson on character development, one word at a time. With so much more time than everyone else, Lucy had explored and developed several interests—from art to
The Essay
Peter stared mindlessly at the blank white screen before him. He hadn’t moved in an hour. He knew he had to finish the essay by tonight, and it was already nearing evening. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t think of anything. He decided to take a short break. Maybe a walk around campus would do him some good?
And so, Peter strolled on the rainy day on the concrete walkways of his university campus. He tried to enjoy the fresh air, but found his mind returning to the to
So I played Terraforming Mars with my brother and another non-Sharder non-Sanderfan friend of mine. We were playing with Corporate Era and no expansions. I was ThorGate, my brother was Mining Guild, and the other person was EcoLine.
One really good thing that happened to me was that as one of the starting ten cards, I got Aquifer Pumping, which was arguably one of the best cards in the game. It's a blue card and costs 18 to play, and it's action is that you can spend 8 MC to get an ocean.
Hi everyone! This is my first post in my story of how I realized I was trans! Alright, let’s get right into it.
So, it was during the COVID-19 pandemic for me, which meant the strange, isolated world of online school. Like many people during that time, I found myself with basically unlimited internet access and a lot of quiet hours to fill while the world outside seemed to stand still. I was spending my afternoons watching YouTube, like anyone would, just trying to pass the time between Zoo
Hi everyone! I'm Akimikoisthecutest, if you don't already know, and I'm a trans woman! Here I'm going to share my story with you all!
My first actual post should show up soon (I thought I scheduled it for noon today, but I guess not.)
Sooo, yeah!
Here we go!
Hungry
His stomach growled, but he couldn’t sate it. Not yet. He still had patients to deal with. As the next one—a young man—entered, he forced himself to focus on anything other than his hunger. Each time he finished the meager rations, he looked forward to the next meal—if you could call it one.
His patient turned out to have signs of that new sickness that was rampant in these parts. He hoped he hadn’t caught it. The sickness hadn’t claimed any lives…yet. Though it was also fairl
The Moment
It was time. The moment he’d been waiting for all his life. Pack on his shoulder, he squinted up at the midday sky where the large reflective vessel was descending. All around him, people were standing, bewildered, in the streets. Cars were stopped, with people leaning out the windows or getting out to gaze at the metallic beast from beyond.
Highway
I rolled down the driver-side window and gazed through the windshield at the landscape passing alongside the highway. Roc
I played solo Dune: Imperium Uprising. I'd played many times before, but this time was the first I played on Mentat difficulty, which makes the bots stronger.
My leader was Princess Irulan, and I randomly drew two rivals, which turned out to be Staban Tuek and Princess Irulan (yes, I'm playing against myself)
Both had a high Swordmaster value, which was good since I hadn't played Mentat.
Really early on, I started using my Signet Ring ability to cut down my deck. For whatever reas
Note: this post was from Jan 1., which is the reason for the title. I will be posting the stories I wrote in the past week over the course of a few days until I am caught up. I will still be writing stories each day (as I did today), but I won't post them for a few days - to avoid messing up the order on the blog.
Enjoy!
Forgiven
He forgave her. It hadn’t been her fault, nor his. It was their doing all along, those deceivers. He held out his arms, and they embraced one another
Note: this entry is entitled "2025/12/31" because that is the date I wrote the following stories.
The Diary
I had a lot of books. Most of them were collecting dust, scarcely touched. One day, I turned from my desk as a loud crash sounded, and books came tumbling down. On top of the pile? My cat, Ivy, sat, licking her paw innocently. I sighed—she was always doing things like this. I carefully shooed Ivy off the books, and the pile shifted precariously. Then I saw it. I had lost it y
def lsave():
path = input("Welcome Back! Path to your save file?\n\n [SAVE] ")
sfile = open(path, "r")
save = sfile.read()
sfile.close()
return(parse(save))
# Save List Syntax:
# name, zone, map, location, equipped items, all items, path/to/file
def parse(save):
lists = save.rstrip().rsplit("\n")
final = []
final.append(lists[9].split(";")[0])
final.append(lists[0].split(" ")[1])
final.append([])
for i in range(1, 8):
final[-1].append
Able, unknown by any other names, is a friend and ally of Ivisyre. Able is a cunning and quiet man, gifted with a silver tongue and the eye of a hawk. It is assumed he has no special powers, beyond very simple form-shifting, competence with a sword, and a knack for negotiating. Ivisyre seems to view Able with a degree of friendship and respect, which Able seems to reciprocate.
Able stands at about average height with a lean build. He has pale white skin and well-groomed blond hair, though h
This is my reaction blog for Wind and Truth. Beware of spoilers! Index post here.
Title: Memories like wine
I have fond recollections of “Dandelion Wine” by Ray Bradbury, and that’s what this calls to mind. This feels like a different metaphor, though. Bradbury’s book was about preserving and distilling (pleasant) memories for later. The vibe I’m getting here is more like… Szeth has been gone a long time, so his memories have aged and become more potent with time? Or you can be drunk o
So…..
Medieval plate armor kinda sucks. Like, a lot. Yeah, it could definitely block a stab or a cut, getting through metal with those is hard. Like, chain mail is literally deigned to deflect those. But like, y’all, what about the transferring of force. If I hit an unsecured object, it will move until it hits something else, where the energy will then be transferred into that object.
So, if here I am, doing my job in a helmet, if someone comes along, and bangs a rock into my head, the
Yall know what kites are, right? So the idea is basically that. We have giant kites that catch the wind to pull people/things places. The wind is already going there, we might as well hitch a ride.
Well, there are problems, in case you can’t tell. The first one is the lack of constant wind. Half the time when I want to fly a kite, there isn’t any wind, and so nothing happens. Good news though, if we just go to about cloud level, the wind conditions are completely different. If there’s enoug
Hello, hello, hello! I, the brave adventurer, have heard of the deep interest in Plotblades, and have returned to give you this comprehensive*, accurate**, and helpful*** guide!
What are the Plotblades?
I'm glad you asked! The Plotblades are fragments of an ancient entity slain in ages long lost**** by the combined efforts of almost every Narrator in TLT. But Plot was, as you may have guessed, an entity of immense power. And Narrators, as powerful as they may have been, were unable to
This is my reaction blog for Wind and Truth. Beware of spoilers! Index post here.
Title: For the good of all Roshar.
Um, maybe Adolin is gonna give a speech?
Icons: Jez and Taln
Leadership and stalwart determination, perhaps? This is gonna be a slog for Adolin and his troops. Also, the arch bearing the icons is definitely crumbling.
Epigraph: Time to start a new series of bad guesses for who’s talking and when. Ending of a stewardship makes me immediately think of the Heralds
ART: A Study of the Oathgate Dome of Azimir
Hold up. Who even drew this? It’s not Shallan’s sketchbook or handwriting. I’m on a plane right now and can’t compare, but I’m maybe it’s Nazh? P.robably not. He usually just collects this stuff rather than drawing it out himself.
This whole structure is enormous. Far larger than I was imagining. But that only makes it less defensible. I do not see this battle going well at all. Yes, you can set up a killing field and ambushes and such, but your
This is my reaction blog for Wind and Truth. Beware of spoilers! Index post here.
Title: The Wrong Lesson
Not sure who will be the one learning the wrong lesson in this chapter, but I suspect the Fused. Or maybe Cultivation.
Icon: Double Vav. Loving/Healing, for the passionate part of himself? Maybe it’s Vargo himself who decides he learned the wrong lesson from caring about people. For the character icon, same as last time, this is the double-sided frowning sword version of Mr. T.
This is my reaction blog for Wind and Truth. Beware of spoilers! Index post here.
El. Time to check in with our creepiest of creepy dudes.
Icons: Jez and Nalan. Gonna guess this has to do with ruling (El is presumably in charge of a bunch of stuff now) and suffering.
Um, there are clear split priorities here. El hopes for the guards he’s about to betray to not lose their careers when he steals from the vault. Why would his actions that are (presumably) on Odium’s orders/behalf be
This is my reaction blog for Wind and Truth. Beware of spoilers! Index post here.
Title: The Conflux of All Darkness and Sorrow
Just gonna say that sounds a little melodramatic as a title. We’ve got some emo or chuuni influences here. Lots of edginess in that superlative. It is ominous with regard to what their Spiritual Realm journey might have connected them to, but if it really matches the description of the title, that feels like a bit too fast of an escalation to me.
Ico
This is my reaction blog for Wind and Truth. Beware of spoilers! Index post here.
Title: Cords of Light
Pretty obviously the anchoring ropes of power Dalinar and Navani are using for their experience, but I'm also holding out hope that Cord (Rock’s daughter, guarding Ryan) will show up too.
Icons: Ishar and Jezrien
Bondsmithy things and Stormfather visions is a safe bet, but if we're peeking in at the migration, I'm rather suspecting both of those proto-heralds to appear personall
