The traveler stepped from the shadows, and into the light of the Dreamsmith's forge.
"Dreamsmith. Why should I care?"
The Dreamsmith studied her, metal jaw whirring.
"Care about what?" He asked
The traveler paused. Surely he understood her question.
"About anything."
The Dreamsmith nodded, and his flaming eyes brightened.
"Ah. I am afraid I cannot answer."
"What? Why not?" Came the traveler's shocked reply. "I thought you were supposed to be wise."
"P
Here's more of the "fictional" character, Lily.
Emptiness
Lily felt nothing; empty. She entered the classroom with an even pace and took her usual seat by the window. She stared out the window at the campus covered in snow and the few people shivering as they hastily made their way to the warmth. Lily felt no such warmth. She just wanted to get through yet another day, and she couldn’t care much for anything else. As her professor began the lecture, Lily turned her gaze toward t
Almost forgot, hehe. Wrote this quick poem. Yep.... I've been kinda busy so yah..
Expression
New things,
New expression,
New ways,
New feelings,
What feelings?
Too fast?
Need to think.
But good.
Oh, yes, very good.
- Lily the _________
I didn't really feel like writing much today...so it's kinda short but here's more of Lily from me, Lily!
Recurring
Lily had recurring thoughts sometimes. When she was in one of her depression and anxiety phases, they emerged like worms in the rain. They mostly retreated when the sun came out and Lily found peace, yet a few daring ones remained. Those, however, were more like the dried remnants of those thoughts. Lily barely noticed them when the sun broke through. It was a clou
Today, I decided to take a different approach than usual and write more of a classic fantasy story. Also, Lilith is an OC in someone's new RP that I only made two posts for...so I guess this might be her backstory? Or future? Idk. Or just some other character named Lilith. Anyway, enjoy! Maybe. Yeah...
Legends
Lilith was tired. She had finally escaped the queen, and wanted to rest. Lilith knew she couldn’t though; she wasn’t done with her task yet. She still had to find it—the M
Me
I feel like me,
Whoever that may be.
I feel like me,
For perhaps the first time, you see.
I start losing that feeling,
It slips between my fingers.
No matter how tight I hold on,
It finds a way to escape.
I may not post as much in the future. Or for a few days. I may even stop. But I'll try not to. May miss a few days though. Also for anyone who actually reads this, sorry I've just been posting these short poems...
- Lily
I was dying.
On the floor, bleeding out.
I breathed in out. Calm. I must be calm.
FEEL
NO! I-I mean no. I-I can't let you win.
FEEL yelled the fragment of a broken god.
But I didn't. I kept myself stable.
And... I died.
In the arms of my brother.
~~~
He was dying.
On the floor, bleeding out.
THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING
I felt his presence fading away.
I couldn't handle this.
I felt his mind jumble in pain and fear, but at the
Ummm, so the first one is unfinished from the Before today, and the second is from the After. Also I rlly didn't wanna write anything else cuz I'm not feeling bad so I can't write anything.
Decisions
Lily sometimes struggled with choices. Not always, but she often overthought decisions simple and impactful alike. Sometimes this was from someone introducing doubt: was she absolutely sure? Was it the best possible choice? Then she overthought it and essentially froze up or began t
Hi, everyone! Today I'm going to be talking about when I first realized I was trans! Cue magical sparkle flashbacky sound effect!
Finding your identity is rarely a straight line; it’s more of a winding path through dense woods where the markers are often hidden until you’re standing right in front of them. My journey over the past year and a half has been a whirlwind of self-reflection, hesitation, and eventual clarity. Looking back at where I was in late 2024 compared to where I am now in
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
