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Green

So, I often ask people their favorite shade of green… so here’s a list! Once I went through, it was surprisingly short. But I started this blog so I need something! @Usseewa: Mint @Through The Living Grub:  @Through The Living Star: Mint or Moss @Fizz9 Dark green “like grass”   Also, people who didn’t respond: @CoolScrafty7 @GummyDragon
Factor

Factor in Green

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Poetry

1/7:19-8:12

The waters prevailed over the mountains, covering them seven meters deep.    life is death  we struggle to find who we are and see so clearly who we were by then we have died the old drowning in empty time    to stay the same is to give up rebirth  a walking grave, static and stagnant  a corpse moving with the current  drowning in a world of water    Don’t let yourself be pulled under  listen to your conscience  fly above th
Verdance

Verdance in Poetry

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Random Short Stories and Other Writings

Ode to something in the past

Do you remember? When we talked about the future, like we had any idea of what was to come? When the days seemed to never end? Like time slowed down   Do you remember? When we thought it would all end up alright  Me something professional, you something creative Like we had any control in the matter   Do you remember? It was so long ago, so I doubt you do But I do Like it was just yesterday…
Poetry

Where I’ve been

Proteus   for the first time practice makes perfect   wake up alone work hours  among people you don’t know wind down down deep worn out you finally find yourself going to sleep   and despite not seeing your family the illusion, the cage, makes you feel free   and despite the exhaustion painting your bones you realize your world feels a little less alone   for the first time practice feels pe
Verdance

Verdance in Poetry

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Honors blog of bloggieness (that’s totally how you spell that)

Opportunities

Opportunities present themselves And you must seek opportunities And your so bright And you’ll succeed And they don’t know The opportunities? They present themselves until theyre  All that’s left.   And then Me. A husk of a child. The opportunity crushing me The “such a bright young man” crushing me I am a boy.  Whos a girl. Whos so bright. And won’t live past 20. I ask why. Why. Why. Why. I do things
Ketek's Poetry Unit

Tired

When somebody asks if I'm feeling okay I say that I'm tired, and that's all that I say But tired is not what I actually feel I cover those feelings, which are actually real. T The Trials that drive me insane The Turmoil that always comes with disdain. The Terrible Thoughts that I keep in my brain The Trifles I suffer I just can't maintain I The Inevitable failure to which I abide The Invisible feeling I feel deep inside. The Internal th
Keteᛕ

Keteᛕ in POEMS

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Ketek's Poetry Unit

A poem I finally wrote.

Finally had the guts to write this. *sighs* Uhhhhhh no title yet.   I used to think I had motives for good. And yet I never see things through. I always try, to do what I should. But my failure always starts anew   I think myself righteous, a helping hand But I end up taking more than I give I've always tried to do what's planned And yet, I feel like I always need them to forgive   I feel as if understanding is only a dream
Keteᛕ

Keteᛕ in POEMS

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Conure's Writing

Cans of Tuna

Note, there are some formatting jokes that haven't carried over   Summary so far! (The summary is the first sentence of each paragraph, until it hits a period.) CANS OF TUNA ARE THE MOST DIABOLICAL THING IN THE UNIVERSE. Scissors are boring little monsters with the ability to stop time and eat pizza, The bread bag looked in horror at the events happening before him. Jeffery whispered to the empty cage. My name is Stephen. The cheesecake was named Doug. I ate the cheese and Bob scr
Written in the Stars

Story: The Fourteenth Object

*Note* This is a beginning to a possible story. Feedback welcome and appreciated! *End Note*     Atee stuck to the shadows as he crept through the alleyway. The whole point of stalking someone was to not let them know you were following them. His cloak helped him hide- it was one of the fourteen items, after all. The Forgotten Cloak.  All of a sudden, the person Atee was following dodged around a few people, making Atee lose sight of them. “Sights!” Atee cursed, starting to j
Stardust

Stardust in Story

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My rp characters, updates, and introductions

Universe — paradise (pt 1)

backstory of character: rebyl status: alive source number: 12   rebyl was a blessing. She was born from rebus and symbol. A well known scientist and a school teacher. Rebyl was a unique child, having silver hair with stars in it, occasionally she could turn it brown like her father’s. As she was raised Rebyl excelled in English and history though she loved doing science. Spending time with rebus at the lab, she learned her way around it. By the time she was out of highschool
MicroFiction Daily

2026/05/12 - Your Own Mind

Sorry if this doesn't make much sense; it's mostly references, my thoughts, and ramblings. Also, the first one has a lot of random words from other languages, even if it's just simple words like "a" or "the" or something. Heh. Also, if you read the banner, you'll see that I am feeling much better, at least as I am writing this on 2026/05/13.   WwwwWw Lingo, is ver neet. So many meanings, it d’p’n’ds on le context. Lingo changes, adapts, Nuevo es created, N
Usseewa

Usseewa in Main

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Written in the Stars

Poem: End of School

*Note* So this is pretty much the poem I have been writing over the past few days. It gets pretty dark, so just be aware of that. But that's because it is how I feel right now. So, uh, yeah. Enjoy! *End Note*    End of School   stress  stress stress everything hanging by a thread teetering  teetering about to tip all I'm doing is trying to hold my grip stumbling stumbling falling to the ground doesn't anyone want me aroun
Stardust

Stardust in Poem

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MicroFiction Daily

2026/05/09 - Slow Unburdening

Chest Cavity My chest feels as though it’s collapsing, I feel the weight crushing my ribs, Making it hard to breathe, Yet painful to not.   Breathe set to manual, A conscious, painful effort. I feel as though I cannot breathe deeply, They are all too shallow.   I feel as though my chest is crushed, My ribs puncturing the organs, Exposed, heart and lungs on display, I bring my hands and arms up.   I hug myself, the on
Usseewa

Usseewa in Main

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