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.
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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
Ok.. so I wrote some stuff for 2026/04/18, but I kinda lost it hehe (uhhh.. in more ways than one...), and then I didn't write anythin' for 2026/04/19 cuz I was too tired..
Btw this story is a continuation from 2026/04/09
Latenight (Escape, continued)
The voice was painful to hear, in a way. It reminded Lily of… of things better left in the past. She looked up lazily, that brief burst of energy already fading, returning her to darkness. There stood… a man. Or, a guy. He ha
*Note* So, this story was written for a deadline, so the ending is kinda rushed. It's a cool concept in theory, but I dunno if I do it very well. I hope you enjoy! *End Note*
Colorless
By Lexie Orgill
I don’t know what called me to the house that night. The house on the corner of the street, at the end of the city. The one that people hurried by in broad daylight and didn’t dare go near it at night. The one that was so different from my cozy apartment, filled with pillows and sill
Unmemoried, Unmemories
Not knowing what is, what isn't, or what was;
Questioning everything, life, my mind.
What do I know, how much is real, what have I... forgotten?
What do I do, why don't I want to, how can I find out?
- Lily
Sorry, I've been kinda off and on the Shard.. idk. Just posting what I wrote in the past week or whatever...
Painful Glimpses
A word, a place mentioned.
Innocently, it drives a knife through your heart.
Continuing, they twist until there's nothing left.
Through it, held in—no pain expressed.
- Lily
This game was between me (red), @Emperor Comatose (blue) and my brother (green)
On round two, the Hydrothermal Vents appeared. Green immediately went there to try and get a bacterium, but he added too many blue catalysts and Blue was able to steal ownership. I stayed out of the conflict and just went to somewhere random to get more catalysts.
A few rounds (aka about a hundred million years) later, Blue flipped the Vents into an Acetyl CoA Reduction bacterium with Green as a foreign gen
All Too Fast
Quick note: I started writing this last year, then forgot about it, and since my writing style has changed a lot since then, I’ve tried my best to write in it. The continuation starts around the beginning of paragraph five, though there are a few small edits before that.
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Step, step, step. Pace, pace, pace. The voices bubble around me as I walked into the gates. Sounds of laughter, crying, happiness, sadness and everything in b
Sooooo... After three kinda decently depressing poems, I actually have a happy one! So, the background behind this is: I cut my hair. Yes, I know this doesn't sound super important, but all of a sudden I was getting compliments from people left and right, even people that I didn't even know knew me. Thus, this poem. I hope you enjoy!
I never thought
They knew my name
I never thought
They knew I was there
I never thought
They saw me
I never thought
Her Reflection, It Is She
Lily looked up into the mirror above the bathroom sink. Then she smiled. Actually smiled. In this rare moment, the face smiling back at Lily felt... so very right. Not some stranger, but Lily. The water remained running as she stared, captivated. Her black hair... it looked exactly how she had always wanted it to. Her features, her face, her eyes, her... chin. It all looked so right. Lily turned her head slightly, looking at herself from different angles. She was c
Well I'm back again. This is where my guide stops being theory and starts becoming practice. It's also the first one where I hope everyone who reads this gets to the end not only more imformed, but also with easy steps to impliment in their day to day lives.
First up are the very tools we use to access the internet. Web Browsers and Search Engines.
If any of you are like me you've heard those terms before but don't know the difference between them. Don't worry, the two are meant to wor
Knowledge
Armed with knowledge, I am.
Protected from lies, she is.
Able to know,
The truth from the nonsense.
Able to tell,
When to believe.
Or maybe she can't,
And I believe nothing.
- She
Authentic Self
Who am... I?
What is "me," "myself"?
This entity?
What do "I" want?
What... "makes me happy"?
When I can't define...
Anything, anymore.
How can I know when I'm happy,
When I'm living true?
- Lilith (Lily)
*Note* Soooo it turns out poetry is a really good outlet. Wrote this last night. Hope you enjoy! *End Note*
Expectations
A grip like a vise
Slowly crushing you
They start-
A pebble
A rock
A boulder
An avalanche
Breaking you down
Here a little there a little
Bit by bit
Until you are broken
You want so badly to be enough
But it always feels like you’re never enough
And you spend so long trying so hard
You don’t
You are not in a bathroom. You are not curled up in the corner. There are no tears on your face. Your body is clean, unmarred, tolerable. There are no tears on your face. You cannot hear the screaming. There are no tears on your face. You can't even remember what you just saw. And above all, you are just so glad there are no damn tears on your face.
...
This isn't working, is it?
...
Let's try something else.
You are standing in a parking lot, in f
The Breath
Disconnect,
Unhooked.
Mind freed,
Connection severed.
What the hell am I doing with this life?
Paranoia
Oh no.
What does that mean?
New, worrying meanings emerge.
Why that word choice?
Why so terse?
Is that normal? Am I seeing nothing?
Why am I scared...
Is this real?
Am I just... being swindled?
Manipulated, played?
A pawn, my body stretched as each pulls an arm in opposite directions.
The Same
What's the difference?
We are both bound by patterns, you could say.
We learn through observation, collecting data.
We follow expectations... rules, scripts, norms.
We produce the same output constantly.
Are we really that different?
- Lily
*Note* So, originally this poem was my attempt at writing a song, but a) I can't play any accompanying instrument, and b) I had no idea what anything besides rest of the song should be, so I decided to post it here. I hope you guys enjoy! (Also, I know the title has nothing to do with the poem itself, but it actually would have tied in if I ever finished the song)
Every day is a challenge
A mountain you have to surpass
And you go about trying
To measure up at last
What a Strange Dream...
“Sometimes, a Higher Being or ‘God’ will choose a soul and mark them. It is not clear why, but it appears that when the soul is marked, they will experience extreme fluctuation on the Aspect that the God represents, often causing the soul to fall into deep emotional distress. Then, the God approaches the soul, and gives them a choice; a trial for their freedom or servitude until their moral body stops and dies. They spin stories of comfort and purpose to their m
