I love how it dances.
It is unrestrained, it does whatever it wants.
It lights up the world, the glows so many beautiful hues.
It is not matter, but it is close to being alive.
It dances from here to there, bringing destruction in it's wake.
For many it is terror, but even that is beauty.
For all the pain it causes, we harnessed it for warmth.
It is the air we breath, and what we make out of it.
It breaths like we do, it eats like we do.
Who is to say
Odysseus’s face flickering in and out, different points in time, the background always changing, his face remaining the same.
When…
A wall. Odysseus being stabbed in the back by a strange figure. It disappears, the wound gone.
Does a comet…
A baby descending from the sky into Odysseus’s hands.
Become a meteor?
Odysseus dropping the child from the wall.
When…
Odysseus shouting his name at an injured Cyclopes.
Does a ripple…
A bag being opened, a s
The Yulars considered themselves to be an advanced species, the most so on Aerten. Magically advanced, they described a 'curse' as a negative enchantment that cannot be dispelled, except by the placer. So, when they found the simple spell to dispell any enchantment, including negative ones, they thought there were no more curses.
They were wrong. Family Kilentall had a hereditary curse. So, when a cocky Sorcerer came over with the promise of healing, they thought they would finally be free.
The Ancient Grikels, one of the oldest civilizations on Aerten, buried their most powerful dead in a cave.
This was because they believed that the closer they were to the core of the Aerten, the closer they would be to the great flow of souls. Since then, the great flow of souls has been rigorously disproven by scientists. The same scientists who no longer even attempt to explain the Prophet’s cave. No Yular has ever made the connection.
As per their beliefs, the Ancient Grikels buried
For the best reading experience, listen to Cups before reading to get the proper melody in your head.
It's the worst feeling in the world
Its the feeling you get
when you look at your friends
feel yourself leaving
and you think
"When I'm gone..."
"They wont miss me when I'm gone."
"They wont miss my hair."
"They wont miss me anywhere."
"They wont miss me when I'm gone."
Cause I'm almost gone
And they wont miss me wh
I say I’m one thing
Im really two
I call myself one thing
I realize I’m two
It would be so much easier to be insane
I look at those with voices
And yearn for that security
I have problems, we all do
But it would be so much easier
To call me crazy
To say I’m insane
There’s a reason I’m like this
2 voices, that’s the reason
I wish I could be insane
I pretend to be
I want to have voices
But I don’t
Maybe tha
Homines, Mors.
Nobody even still remembers
Why?
We forgot.
Simple and true.
All we knew
Was that…
We wanted it.
And that was enough.
That was enough.
Homines is still bustling.
The streets are empty.
But you can hear its death everywhere.
2 solders, sleeping on the streets.
Wearing different uniforms, both bleeding red.
Humans, Death.
Ding ding.
”I’ll go get it”
I go up to the door.
I already know who it is.
I open the door.
I suppose now is the time to mention my hand was shaking.
The Darkness is at the door.
You should step outside.
Inside is so cold… it’ll be warmer out here
I turn back.
My family is there.
Laughing without me.
But I’m at the door.
Without me.
Occasionally, one of them looks over.
They probably think I’m handling it.
They don’t
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The stars are beautiful
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Poetry
Coding
Writing
Math
Worldbuilding
Trigonometry
Roleplaying
STEM
Humanities
AP CompSci
English
Sudoku
Reading
Logic
Emotion
Why did he die when I lived?
Why do people call me by his name?
Why did he have to make me?
When he knew he would not live?
I call myself a monster
And people nod their head.
I am a monster
That much I know
But I was his monster
I am a monster for stealing his name
I am a monster
Because I stole his name
People remember me, not him.
Why don’t they remember him?
I am a monster
Because they remember me
I copy/pasted this from my SU
Alright, so I consider my favorite book, ORV, to be a pretty big aspect of my personality
I also realize that their may be a lot of you I haven't attempted to convert yet.
So.
TIME FOR A VERY LONG SU THAT I WILL PROBABLY REMAKE INTO A BLOG SO I CAN GIVE IT TO OTHER PEOPLE/COPY AND PASTE IT WHEN I WANT TO RECOMMEND ORV TO THEM!!!
History tiiiiiiiiiime!
End of history lesson.
Anyway, you know my greatest regret (and the main reason
I hate AI lol
I have a few reasons why I am Anti-AI.
The first is a personal reason. I love software engineering. Whenever I code, I feel great, I truly love coding. I also love math, but less so. I am planing to major in data science, which does involve some coding but is less likely to be taken over by AI. I love Data Science, but Software engineering is just so much more fun. I have to be realistic, so that kind of crushed my dreams.
That is the usual argument used against AI,
What is Art?
Art is something from which you can derive meaning.
Did someone paint the cloud to look like dragon?
Does it look like a dragon?
No, we ascribe meaning to the cloud.
It looks like a cloud.
But we say it looks like a dragon.
And it gains meaning
Because we gave it meaning.
That is half of art.
Art is what you give meaning too.
But,
Art is a reflection of a soul.
Art is what those with a soul create.
Art has no mean
Feelings, feelings, where did they go?
I want to feel, to care, to love
an absence
my laughter false, I wish to feel
Death, Death, a heavy weight
but no tears
I can’t Quite breath when I think about him
but no tears
a heavy weight on my chest,
but no tears
I hear my sister sobbing
songing the praises of crying
I sit in my room, heavy
but no tears.
- - -
“I had friend once”
I burst into tears
”This story hasn't e
A small yellow fruit.
Disgusting, terrible.
Would never seem remotely edible.
"I can change that."
A household item
Yellow fruit, big, not small.
A Banana.
A human invention.
---
A poison.
A green leaf with an explosive poison inside.
"Edible."
Mint.
A daily use item.
In our toothpastes and gum, a previous poison now turned daily commodity.
---
A neurotoxin.
Infects your mind, releases chemicals.
A new kind
He walked up to the podium.
How did I get here?
He looked at the cheering crowd.
They are all looking at me.
He reaches the podium.
They’re all laughing at me.
They quiet down.
They expect me to fail
Silence.
This is hell
—-—
He didn’t try to do it.
He was just there.
Anyone else would do the same.
Right?
Anxious remembered how it happened.
There was a burning building
“HELP! HELP! WE’RE BURNING IN HERE!”
H
Empty. Empty, empty, empty.
Where did it all go?
It was all perfect.
So… why… no… how did it go so wrong.
I heard that she died on the news.
That’s not good.
Likely suicide.
Am I the only one left who still believes?
Am I the only one who still believes in him?
Am I his only remaining follower?
He might have left this world…
But I believe in his vision.
Everything he left behind is so…
So empty.
Near the end, it was me, him, a
People say I’m a teenager.
Am I?
Sometimes I still feel like that wide-eyed child
That looked at the world with hope
And wonder
Who didn’t care about ‘grades’ or ‘society’
Who didn’t fall asleep with those dreams
Who didn’t want to not want what he wanted
Who still preserved his innocence.
In Romeo And Juliet,
There’s quote
And I can’t quite remember what it says
But it goes along the lines of
‘Kids shouldn’t wake up early with wor
"Sir! They didn't mean to do it!"
"And what do you mean by that?"
"It... it was Jeff. He forced to do. He got them all riled up. It-it wasn't their fault sir! Please. Have mercy."
Jake was stressed out.
All of their stories are different! Each one... completely different...
Jake didn't know what to do.
"Amy... This is s hardest case in centuries. Please help me out." Jake asked.
"All of their stories are different."
Amy sighed. "Try and compile the cases t
It is floating in the air.
Flying.
People say its on fire.
I don't see it.
It glows.
Maybe a bit like fire.
But it doesn't burn any that gets close.
Sure, it has it's flaws.
It will fly away when you get close to it.
But fire is worse.
Fire hurts those it loves.
And those that love it have to learn to stay away.
I wish I could be more like the firefly.
But for now?
I am much more like the fire.
I glow from a distance,
After many many days of traveling, Thomas reached the city.
He had escaped the monster, and will finally be reunited with his friend.
As he entered the city, he stumbled, and a memory resurfaced.
"Hey, Charlie, look over there!"
"A Traveling Fortune Teller? Sure, we can check it out."
Thomas and Charlie entered the tent at the carnival.
"Hello children... When you are in the land of terror, where nightmares and dreams become real...
"Remember these words...
Rex looked across the land.
It... wasn't supposed to end this way.
---
Magnus couldn't live with what he had done.
He had woken up, his nation destroyed.
He was the sole survivor.
---
Carlson was ready to become the bad guy.
The monster.
He didn't have that chance.
How did Magnus do this?
Carlson and Magnus are the only survivors of the crater previously called Hostis and Amicus.
---
Rex didn't know what to do.
"Sir... it migh
Dear Starfish,
After Luna died...
It was never the same.
You were getting dangerously close to going back to your suicidal tendencies.
And I...
I never felt very good afterwards.
Please.
Please stop.
I... felt so alone.
You were deep in something, I know, but my support system was also cut off.
I was stuck trying to help you,
And although I know you needed it...
I needed it too.
And now I have no one.
I know I have always been
It was cold.
Too cold.
He needed to free his country.
Hostis would forever be stuck in this cold, unless he took Amicus.
Only then would his people be free.
Carlson was a terrible person.
He knew this, and yet he continued.
After this, he would sentence himself to prison.
Maybe even to the gallows.
But before then,
He will take Amicus
And liberate his country.
I am so sorry Magnus.
I never meant for it to happen this way.
If y
Thomas heard a crackling in the distance.
"Who's there?"
---
"Thomas?" Charlie shouted. "Thomas! Is that you?"
---
"Charlie?"
---
That's...
That's not Thomas
---
That's not Charlie
---
Charlie started running.
What is that?
Charlie was halfway to the city in the distance.
After talking to the strange people, he began to walk westward
And eventually, he saw a city in the distance.
So Charlie assumed that was wher
