A poem with a 10-word vocabulary:
That jumble of words, in a sense, for my minding.
Of minding my words, in a jumble, that for sense.
For sense my jumble, that. In words: a minding of.
Sense of my words? In that, for a minding jumble.
For jumble my words of a minding, in that sense.
….
….
A wordy mind. In the jumble. For senses of myself.
A poem with a 7 word vocabulary:
People used small terms, with a cost.
Terms: used. With a small cost. A people.
Small people used te
Just a Short Story that I work on every now and again:
Part 1
“The man called himself Mordelin. Bringer of Shadows.”
If there was one thing Elena knew best, it was people. As the sun began to lower, more and more people began flocking to the Inn, some to enjoy themselves, others to find shelter and escape the rain. One person entered the building. Elena recognized this one. Ryllin was a frequent visitor, coming in for food, often taking large helpings of seared meat, nearly
This
Poem
Gets longer
With each new line
Syllables increase
Like the taste of old wine
And yet it still follows pace
As if the words are in a race
And though the rhyme scheme is quite broken
We have now made it to line number ten
And yet I am still going, again and then-
Until I must go -wait- back down again?
The second time we have gone with nine
Now it’s eight- and we still decline
Lucky number seven’s mine
Six is here- as a line
Five is with new rhyme
Four-
It's a bit depressing, I'd say. Like most.. haha....
An Actual Life
I imagine an actual life,
A different life.
Why does it feel,
Like my life is not real?
I imagine a girl,
Happy, sad, all.
Depression and hardship,
Moments of joy.
A real life,
A real home.
A family—loving or not.
A home—loved or suffocating.
Not “normal,” with no emptiness attached.
She makes me miss what I can only dream of.
She makes me yea
Uhm... sorry in advance for whatever I wrote. I barely remember it all tbh.
CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING: I don't know, honestly. Besides probably self-harm (or allusion thereof), depressing stuff/mental health stuff, maybe suicide idk, probably some gore unfortunately, ALSO IT'S 30 PAGES LONG WHAT THE STORMS WAS I THINKING. Or maybe 40+ pages. yeah 40+.
Okay so I removed the worst of it, but still probably has some TW-worthy stuff, idk.
Also it may be incomprehensible at times.
I
Okay, thanks to peer pressure (Is that the word for it?) I'm posting chapter 2 of Shattered Skies. I do not have a chapter 3 written yet, so it'll be a little bit before I can release more.
Chapter 2
Finally out of view from civilization, Emerald was free to let go of the facade that her grapple even worked. The freedom as she roamed the skies would have been welcoming.
If it weren’t for the increasingly obvious signs of an oncoming Windstorm. The w
Watching, Always.
Behind you,
Beside you,
Can't move,
Can't speak,
Can't look,
But you know it's watching,
Watching you always.
From the dark window,
From the dark room,
From... something, anything.
Always.
Can't move, can't speak.
You freeze, lie still.
You know it's watching,
Moving is unthinkable,
Or it will notice,
It will see.
Run, hurry,
Through the dark,
To the light switch,
Did I use that word right? ("Maladaptive")
Anyway...
CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING: Depressing stuff, self-harm, potential eating disorder trigger/content, and maybe more I forget (I wrote this like a week ago)
- Uhhh, Lily?
A bit short, as it is a new opening from what was in the first draft.
Chapter 1
Emerald eagerly slung her foraging pack over her shoulders. It had been far too long since she’d last ventured from Windspire, and she couldn’t help but be excited to get out into the world.
She double checked her supplies. The grapple was clipped to the outside of the leather satchel, and bandages in a special pocket on the inside. Those were especially important. Without them
This will probably be the largest of all of my entries here, but here we go.
Digital ecosystems just like real ecosystems are interconnected applications that share data and accounts between them. On an initial look this can seem very positive, however it also means that if that account is compromised then everything associated with it is as well. It also means that if the company that owns it doesn't respect your privacy they have access to everything.
The largest digital ecosystem is
This is a test prologue I'm writing for my story - Whispers of the Ancient Stars.
Whether or not this will make it into the final book is undetermined.
Anyway, here it is! Let me know what you think!
Prologue:
Broken Gods
If only humanity could have understood just how fragile their gods' powers were.
Zelias roamed the streets of Erylen in the dark. Something was here, though what, they didn’t fully understand.
Powerless indeed. Even after millennia spent as a god,
So, I haven't been posting a lot here recently. That is not because I haven't been writing- it's because I've been working on a new story, and it is exclusively in PMs.
If you guys want to read it, just post here, the thread I made for it, or PM me.
I realize most of the people that will see this have already posted in the thread, but I figured it couldn't hurt!
Thank you!
Threadhopping is a term coined by me, around November 28, 2025, unless someone else came up with it independently (though Threadhoppers did exist before then). It is like worldhopping, but instead of planets, characters travel between different, usually RP or FGaRS, Threads.
As far as I know, I am the Author (TLT term, https://thelongestthread.fandom.com/wiki/Author) with the most Threadhopping characters (I have about seven) and the one who Threadhops the most.
Ways of Threadhopping
Endomorphisis
I don’t feel happy
i dont feel sad for long
i dont want to be angry
doesnt mean my feelings are wrong
i choose to be happy,
though I feel like im lying
its okay to feel sorrow
but im done with forever dying
Souls
Why do we think?
Why do we feel?
Why do we write poetry?
My dog sits her head on my lap.
Asks to be scratched behind the ear.
My dog does not lie awake at night,
Wondering if she will g
Sometimes
i wish it would end
Forever
i dont want an afterlife
i just want to be listening to Tchaikovsky 6
and then
gone
with the flick of a blade
gone
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
Desire, Why?
Knowledge. She craved knowledge, she needed it. Her cursory expertise in certain areas constantly nagged at her mind. She needed to... understand. She had to, lest she continue suffering. And she didn't want to be miserable. Or did she? No use going there again.
- - -
Taylor glanced up as a woman approached with an armful of books. She had long black hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed recently.
"You like readin'?" Taylor said, trying to make conversatio
