Month 1: The Inner Landscape
Focus: Deep reflections on identity and the initial "crack" of the egg.
Week 1: The Anatomy of an "Aha!" Moment – Describe the specific event or realization that made you finally accept your identity.
Week 2: Unlearning the Script – List three things you were "taught" about your assigned gender that you are now officially letting go of.
Week 3: Identity vs. Performance – Discuss the difference between how you presented to survive and who you feel
Know
I need to know.
I can't know.
I should know?
I don't know.
Feel
What do I feel?
What do I think?
What am I?
Who am I?
I guess I'm feeling like Szeth in Wind and Truth, if you know what I mean...
- Lily
Please let me know what you think of the new banner! I may make tweaks to it.
As for the following story, it is...shall we say, related...to one from yesterday. This one about half as long, but yeah. Fun fact: I wrote it entirely while listening to the song "Lily" by Alan Walker et al. on repeat. This one may not be as good as the previous story...but it's something.
Omnipresent
Oftentimes Lily would lay awake in bed—tear-soaked pillowcase under her cheek—trying to catch sl
So, I don't know why, but this is something that I wrote for an assignment a while ago, and I decided to turn it into a story.
"Come closer."
The voice was not loud, but the acoustic engineering of the central, circular stage carried it to every ear in the massive auditorium. The automated lights above flared in a bright, cold blue, a sudden punch of light accompanying a heavy, resonant musical note that vibrated through the floorboards.
A video feed, focused only on the sh
Ok, so...I wasn't actually gonna write anything today. I was feeling kinda awful (I'm better for the moment) and didn't have any motivation to write. Even though I planned to write something, anything, even just a simple five-line poem or hundred-word story, for this blog each day, I was of the mind that, well, I had fun in the past two weeks - a surge of creativity - and it was now over. Then, the rational part of my mind convinced me that if I skip one day - or even forego writing altogether -
Everyone knows about the Faewylds.
As a child, everyone used to wonder if the magic was truly real.
And every child is told the story of Ruin.
Lord Ruin, and Lady Preservation, were the King and Queen of the Scadrian kingdom.
Lord Ruin doubted the Fae wylds, which were only a small portion of the planet.
And he attacked.
It wasn't as much as an attack as it was lumbering.
Lumberjacks took down the forest, tree by tree.
Eventually, they destroyed the whole
Originally, I was planning on making a plot, and getting stressed out, ect. ect.
BUT NOW
I realized the ideal way to handle this
is to just
not have a plot
WORLDBUILDING TIME
DO YOU WANT A NONEXISTENT PLOT
SURROUNDING BY A COMPLEX WORLD?
DO YOU WANT CONFUSING CHARACTERS
WITH LITTLE TO NO PLOT SUPPORT
THATS RIGHT GUYS
IF PLOT APEARS
THEN HAN SOOYOUNG HERSELF HAS POSSESSED ME
AND IT WAS NOT INTENTIONAL
i should sleep
also p
Inspired by @CoderDrag0n8's
A Sentient Awakened Black Hole Frying Pan (the Maw 27 [yes there were 26 others, though only the Maw 6 is alive])
The Maelstrom card from Mistborn: the Deckbuilding Game
The Advanced Military card from Eastern Empires
The Haustorium card from Bios: Megafauna
The Green Parasite card from Bios: Genesis
@ChipsAHoid's liver
The Maw 27 abilities:
Can absorb anything it wants like a normal black hole
Can choos
You may remember a world...
Of a God-Shattered.
Destroyed.
Ripped into pieces.
16 pieces, if you remember.
16 gods that lived in relative harmony.
This is not that world.
In this world, 16 fools try and kill a god.
but only to Gods are left to claim.
So 15 enter one god, and leave one alone in the other.
Reason and Passion.
Logic and Emotion.
Maybe there is a world where the 16 split evenly.
Maybe there's a world where the 2 fledgl
Music
Music: expression.
For me and the artist.
Or the artist in me.
Restless
I lay in my bed, covers askew,
Tossing and turning,
Shivers then sweat.
Each time I drift,
I awaken again.
I try to relax,
But comfort is fleeting.
At some unknown time,
I fall to sleep.
Yet my brain takes notice,
And drags me away.
I sit up in bed,
Tired…or not?
Wishing, o’ wishing,
I would
More poems! Some of the prompts I got from users.
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Mess
Built, contained,
Stored, hidden.
Too much, crammed in.
Others take notice, or don’t.
Spilled, overflowing.
Too much, too long.
Relief, outpouring.
Better, at last.
Stung
Heart throat eyes, stung.
Pain lump tears, contained.
Held
Me
I gaze upon the reflection,
And who do I see?
Is that me,
Who I want to be?
What?
What, which?
Thoughts, feelings,
Thought-new, realized-old.
Who, why?
Right, wrong?
Change
Reading, seeing.
Realizing, thinking.
Comparing, viewing.
New, old, same.
Want?
What is it that I want?
What is it that I dream?
Do I want what I want?
Do I want what I think?
Will I know what I wan
I'd decided to play a game of Bios: Megafauna, since there was I power outage then and I didn't have anything better to do.
I wasn't using the actual solo rules, because those had become too easy on both Earth and Mars (I intend to tackle Venus another time). I was instead playing multi-hand, so I was controlling all four players using default Earth rules.
Really early on, Laurentia, the craton with Player Orange (hydroskeletal, so mollusks, annelids, etc), collided with Baltica, the c
Lots of poems today! Yeah... *gulp*
(Poems begin after the following story.)
Complicated
For Nora, immortality was…complicated. Some of it was the loneliness and loss that everyone talked about. Some of it was thinking of all you could have done in a time far-gone. Over time, Nora had learned how to let years pass like weeks. But sometimes she missed something. Or felt like she did. Truth was, you only realized what you missed after the fact.
Nora could do nearly anyth
Note: I made a lot of poems or poem-esque in the second half of this day's (which was actually yesterday!) chunk of writing. So...hope you enjoy! You might not understand all the poems, but isn't that sometimes the point?
Dreams
She dreamt of him again that night. The mystery boy. She didn’t know him, but almost felt like she did. And when she woke up, she missed him—or the dream. She just wanted to ignore that irritating alarm and drift back to sleep—back to him. She knew she c
Choice
Amber didn’t know how to proceed. Who would? Much less someone who hadn’t thought about it as much as they should. Amber had told herself she would consider both options, that had been weeks ago. She had thought that would be plenty of time. But then the days had slipped by, and…here she was.
Some days I only write one or a few stories, but next post (which should be posted in a few minutes) will have lots more! (Including some poems, which I've rarely written before this
They speak of the Shards as gods. Distant, powerful, inevitable forces. But they forget the truth: each was once a person. A mortal with hands, a face, and a heart that beats with fear.
Torshi ran down the wet pavement. Today, it was cold and raining in Edöl, the capital city of Altaakanûl. This was not normal. Altaakanûl was a world of three suns and perpetual, warm daylight.
Its people, the Kanûlians, were a sun-worshipping culture whose very essence—their Identity—was
‘BEEP BEEP BEEP’
I rub my eyes and look at the room around me. The curtains are closed which creates a dim glow eminating from the window. As I sit up I look at my calendar. It was August 11th. Tuesday. Wait, Tuesday? The 11th?
It was not just a normal Tuesday. It was the Tuesday. The Tuesday I had been waiting for my whole life! The entire point of my existence!
The sole thing to keep me going through my long and arduous days. Today I was going to Aldwyns!
I leap out of bed
The power was a scream—not a sound, but a powerful force in the Spiritual Realm that violently bled into the Cognitive and Physical Realms. It had no name or purpose because its Vessel had been killed right after the Shattering of Adonalsium, during the first conflicts between the new gods. Its raw power had been left untouched for thousands of years, a wild and untamed force.
Aris, a scholar of Realmic theory, had spent her life studying this power. She knew that an untended Shard w
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
