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1 hour ago, Thaidakar the Ghostblood said:

Love your work, Calano! You are an amazing writer! I can't wait to see more of your work, though I see a few things you could have done better I know this is just short stuff and not big works where you have to pay attention to things like that, but still, GREAT WORK! continue to write, continue to imagine, and most importantly, continue to inspire.

mhm mhm YesYes thanks Thaid. Welcome back from FSY!!!!!!

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1 hour ago, CalanoCorvus said:

mhm mhm YesYes thanks Thaid. Welcome back from FSY!!!!!!

thankyou! it was the best experience(*thinks of @Experience oddly*) of my life.

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Scene #43: i dont know anymore.

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Days Since: 208

Days since I’ve cried: 0

Days when I’ve put my head on my pillow and told myself I’m strong because I’ve made it one more day without you: 208

Days that I don’t miss you: 0

Days that I’ve missed you: 209

Days since I’ve felt you: 210

Days since I’ve kissed you: 213

Days since I’ve hugged you: 210

Days since I’ve told you ‘I Love You:’ 208

Days since the accident: 208

Days since you’ve died: 208

Days I’ve wished you were still here: 208

 

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Scene #44: Power Poem GO!

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30 Years.

30 Damn Years.

In that place.

In that Hell.

And now,

Now I’m free.

I spent so long, so much time, so many years, in that place.

In the place between worlds,

In the place between time,

In the place between places,

That I have forgotten how the flowers smell,

I have forgotten what the sunlight feels like,

I have forgotten who I am,

Who I was,

Who I was going to be.

And you,

You have caused me a great deal of frustration,

You have caused me a great deal of pain.

And I,

I will make you suffer,

I will make you scream,

I will make you wish for death, even though it will never grace you.

I will make you wish you were dead, before a retort even passes your lips.

You think that scar makes you powerful?

Foolish.

You have not seen true power,

You cannot begin to comprehend true power,

You cannot begin to comprehend that I have seen true power,

You cannot begin to comprehend that I am true power.

You will never comprehend my power.

I know who you are, I had years to find out who you are.

Do not challenge me.

Do not attempt to intimidate me.

I am me.

You are you.

And I,

Am above you.

 

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These are some of your best! Number 43 is SO SAD. I love it though. It's also really sweet

Number 44 is just amazing. I'm not really sure why, but it's one if my favorites so far. 

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Massive dump of vignettes.

Scene #45: The Tusk threatens some people.

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“The Tusk is our highest priority. Take it out, and the entire army falls.”

“Sir! The Tusk is unstoppable.”

“Everything has a weakness, Major.”

“I’ve seen The Tusk in action, it laid waste to our entire 3rd Vanguard. In under a minute!”

“I understand you have some… anger against The Tusk. Major General Ruck understands more than anybody the importance of taking down this beast.”

“It’s more machine than beast, Colonel.”

The Colonel held up a hand to silence the Major. He pointed to a spot on the map in front of him. They were in the Room, the famous room where countless Major Generals of history had planned glorious victories against machines.

“The scouts say The Tusk is here, charging?”

The Major glanced at the spot and nodded tersely.

“Good. It’s a sitting duck.”

“Or,” Said the Major, “It’s trying to lure us out and kill us!”

“I’ll take my chances.” Said the Colonel gruffly.

“The army won’t be happy.”

The Colonel wordlessly reached into his pocket, pulling out a small remote. He clicked a button, and the map changed to a video feed of the main camp yard. Soldiers, in uniform lines, stretched up and down the strip of dirt separating the barracks.

“Think again, Major. We march. Today. And we take out The Tusk.”

The Colonel turned on the spot and marched out of the Room, to lead his army to victory.

The Major followed him, and prayed for the army.

Scene #46: Some guy walking without a Home.

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Step.

Step.

Step.

Home is where they say the heart is.

Step.

Step.

Step.

I don’t have a… a Home.

What even is a Home?

Step.

Step.
Step.

How am I here?

I know why I’m here.

Step.

Step.

Step.

I’m here because of my own foolishness.

I’m here because I haven’t stopped walking.

Step.

Step.

Step.

I don’t have a Home.

Can I exist without a Home?

Step.

Step.

Step.

It’s getting dark.

I’m getting weaker.

Step.

Stumble.

Step.

No Home…

No Family…

Just myself…

And my steps…

Step…

Step…

Fall.

Scene #47: A Twisted One.

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Everyone’s told me different things.

My mother told me, “Don’t get in trouble.

My father told me he knew I would.

My brothers all told me, “Don’t give a damn.”

My sister told me to do something good.

I am many things.

Uncontrollable. 

Emotional. 

Chaotically proportional.

But above all, above visceral, above reloadable,

I am Twisted.

I am a Twisted One.

I am The Twisted One.

My mother told me, “Don’t be a quitter.”

My father told me he knew I was.

My brothers told me, “Do what you do.”

My sister told me to do something good.

Everybody in the world knows I’m Twisted.

Everybody in the World knows I’m a Twisted One.

Everybody in the World knows I’m a The Twisted One.

I’m crazy.

I’m crazy.

I’m crazy.

I’m Twisted.

Scene #48: Godhood is not as good as it's hyped up to be.

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Falling from grace is like losing a loved one.

Falling from godhood, is something entirely different.

As a God, you are granted power unimaginable, abilities incomprehensible, life everlasting.

As a God, you have power over Man, Beast, and Sea.

As a God, you have no moral compass.

The power corrupts, and when it corrupts, it corrupts absolutely.

We Are Gods.

We Are Corrupt.

We do not care for your petty beliefs.

We do not hear your prayers.

We are above you.

We are above Man, Beast, and Sea.

And we will lay waste to Man.

We will lay waste to Beast.

We will lay waste to Sea.

We Are Gods.

Scene #49: cold.

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There are two types of Cold.

The normal Cold, in which there is no heat, but there can be light and joy, as on a snow day.

And then,

There is the abysmal Cold. 

The absence of heat, light, and joy.

The ever consuming void of death and grief.

After today, all I will feel is the second cold.

The abysmal Cold.

The ever consuming void of death and grief.

There is no light in this world.

There is no heat in this world.

There is no joy in this world.

There is only Cold.

The light has left.

The heat has been smothered.

The joy has been shattered.

It is only Cold.

What has caused this abysmal Cold?

The body.

The body I hold.

The body I hold in my arms.

The body I hold in my arms, which grows Cold.

The eyes that stare, unblinking, unseeing, into the void of death and grief.

I am Cold.

The body is Cold.

I will never be warm again.

She will never be warm again.

 

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#46, 47, and 49 all have every strong emotions that show and are my favorite of the three. Don't stop being you and don't stop writing.

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On 7/20/2022 at 5:35 PM, CalanoCorvus said:

Scene #44: Power Poem GO!

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30 Years.

30 Damn Years.

In that place.

In that Hell.

And now,

Now I’m free.

I spent so long, so much time, so many years, in that place.

In the place between worlds,

In the place between time,

In the place between places,

That I have forgotten how the flowers smell,

I have forgotten what the sunlight feels like,

I have forgotten who I am,

Who I was,

Who I was going to be.

And you,

You have caused me a great deal of frustration,

You have caused me a great deal of pain.

And I,

I will make you suffer,

I will make you scream,

I will make you wish for death, even though it will never grace you.

I will make you wish you were dead, before a retort even passes your lips.

You think that scar makes you powerful?

Foolish.

You have not seen true power,

You cannot begin to comprehend true power,

You cannot begin to comprehend that I have seen true power,

You cannot begin to comprehend that I am true power.

You will never comprehend my power.

I know who you are, I had years to find out who you are.

Do not challenge me.

Do not attempt to intimidate me.

I am me.

You are you.

And I,

Am above you.

 

I have been reading through these and... YES. this feels like a very, VERY good basis for writing a villain character. or perhaps, if written write, a hero. this feels like it goes with a song called "Only One" by the Score. they fit very well together.

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Scene #50: I've had a rough week. This one is depressing and stuff. Enjoy.

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I stare at Her outstretched hand.

It beckons to me.

“Michael…”

I turn around, and Eliana stares back at me.

Her eyes are wet.

“Michael…” She repeats, “This wasn’t part of the plan.” Her voice cracks, and her arms go around herself, in a tight shell.

I glance back at Her hand, as Eliana’s breathing speeds up. Then I walk over to her.

“Eliana, I-” I start, but stop.

Instead, I wrap my arms around her.

She instantly responds, wrapping her arms around my sides, gripping my shoulders. She cries into my shirt, and I close my eyes, reveling this moment. I likely won’t get it again, if I take Her hand.

“Don’t go.” She whispers, although it’s muffled in my shirt. “Please, don’t go.”

“I can’t not go, Eliana.” I say, voice hoarse. “It’s my calling.”

“Please…” She sobs, “I love you. Please don’t go.”

I extricate myself slowly from her grip, and glance back at the deity standing there, hand outstretched.

I look back at Eliana.

I look Eliana dead in the eyes.

“I have to go.”

And before she responds, I turn and start walking towards the deity.

“No!” She shouts, grabbing my arm.

“I’ve lost enough people in the past week. First Tyler, then Gwen, then Kat… I am not losing you too.”

“You aren’t,” I say, not daring to look at her. If I look at her, I won’t be able to leave.

“You aren’t losing me,” I repeat, “I’ll still be here, just… somewhere else.”

“Why you? And why somewhere where I can’t reach you?” She hisses.

“Why you?”

I pause.

Why me?

Why me?

It could be anyone.

But… No.

No, it has to be me. There is no other way.

“Because,” I whisper, “It just… has to be.”

I gently pull out of her grip and stretch my hand out to the deity.

Instead of grabbing Her hand, I am yanked backward.

And Eliana drags me into a kiss.

Her lips are salty from her tears. But I respond immediately, kissing her back.

She cries as she kisses me, although silently.

She cups my face, and I wrap my arms around her, beginning to cry as well.

Eventually, it must end. For the last time.

I slowly step back.

Then I realize something.

She doesn’t have to lose all of me.

I remove the necklace from around my neck. The small purple gemstone.

“Do you recognize this?” I ask her.

“No…” She replies.

“This is the rock you found in 1st grade that you gave to me. Me, of all people.”

Her eyes widen.

“A couple of years ago, I found it in my closet while cleaning out my room. I took it to a jeweler and had them turn it into a necklace. Because, I had had feelings for you ever since you gave me this gem. And after finding it, and having the jeweler turn it into a necklace, I had something to remind me of you every day.”

I take her hands, shaking though they are, and press the necklace into her palm. I wrap her fingers around it and step back.

“I’m giving it to you. To remind you… of me.”

“Michael…” She says, looking up to me.
“I love you, Eliana. You are the only person I ever loved. I didn’t say anything for ten years. I told you a year ago. I love you, I have always loved you, I will always love you.”

And I turn around, grasp Her hand, and am pulled away into the heavens.

so um yeah. if you wanna know what happened this week, I'm gonna post an SU ab it in a few minutes so. Yeah.

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Scene #51: The Warden (bum bum buuuum)

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Warning! Warning! Sector Alpha is compromised and contaminated. All personnel in Sector Alpha please make your way to the nearest exit and evacuate the premises immediately.

Dr. Alius cursed as the warning sounded, and began gathering up his personal belongings scattered around his desk. His research would have to wait until the BioTeam could get this under control. He shoved everything into his briefcase and clutched it to his chest, ignoring the vials on his desk, filled with swirling green liquid.

Another warning sounded;

Warning! Lethal chemicals have been detected in Sector Alpha. There is no neutralizer or antidote available. Initializing Toxin Protocol.

Alius cursed again, and rushed to the door, grabbing the respirator that hung there. That should probably help.

He hurriedly put it on, and rushed out the door.

Where he should have seen doctors and guards rushing down the hall shouting, instead he saw them pressed against the wall, watching a figure clad in green stalk down the hall. Eyes pitch black, wearing a ferocious gold mask with green scales snaking down the front, the Warden held his massive trident in his fist and stalked down the hall. He hissed, a blood curdling sound, and noxious green gas flooded out of the respirator vents on the side of his mask.

The Wardens breath was rumored to be toxin itself, from years around countless types of toxins. The personnel of Sector Alpha were right to press themselves against the wall.

The Warden was silent, aggressive, and rash. Get in his way, he would cut you down without a second thought.

The Warden stalked by, then paused as he passed Dr. Alius.

He turned around, regarding Alius. Alius looked around, then realized he was the only one in a respirator.

Crud.

The Warden reached down and ripped the mask off of Alius’ face, then leaned in close.

“Doctor. Are you aware of the rules we have in place here?”

Alius nodded, paled significantly.

“Good. See to it I don’t find you wearing one of those… things again.”

Alius nodded again, breathless.

The Warden stalked away, towards the cloud of gas floating towards them.

Dr. Alius made a run for it, daring to glance behind him.

The Warden caressed the gas as if it were an old lover.

The Warden breathed deeply, and the gas vanished into his mask.

The Warden then turned and threw his trident.

It landed with a Thunk in the back of Doctor Peter Alius.

He fell to the ground, dead.

Scene #52: Song lyrics that I wrote and am currently assigning to a melody. Yes, the song's ab my girlfriend. I'm a HOPELESS romantic and I know it.

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What a joy it is to pretend,

To love, and to weep, and to laugh.

How I wish this could last forever,

As we travel this narrow, winding path.

Something about you draws me in,

Perhaps it is your kindness, or your grin.

Or maybe the way you fixate on things,

And wish the best for all people.

And I know if you could,

You’d sing a song to them underneath the steeple.

 

Always hungry, always hungry for more.

Always thirsting, always thirsting for more.

Never sated, never sated.

Restless and anxious and passionate and scared.

 

Your long blond hair, your bright hazel eyes,

Your smile like sunshine, your dreams reach the skies.

I wish I could give it to you.

You deserve it all and another thousand things.

And even when you’re hurt,

And even when it stings,

I’ll be your adventure, and I’ll be your winding path.

 

Always hungry, always hungry for more.

Always thirsting, always thirsting for more.

Never sated, never sated.

Restless and anxious and passionate and scared.

 

And even if we grow apart,

Even if the distance is too great for our hearts,

I’ll always be your adventure,

And I’ll always be your winding path.

Also it rhymes. And it works well because it rhymes. It's wack.

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Scene #53: Love poem to my dearest DoomslugLuna.

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Look to the east, love.

Look to the east as the sun rises.

Look to the east and rejoice, the day is coming, and it is warm and bright.

Look to the west, love.

Look to the west as the sun sets.

Look to the west and rejoice, as the night is coming, but it is warm and bright.

Look to the North, love.

Look to the North, as his smile rises.

Look to the North and rejoice, for there is a being who loves you.

Look to the south, love.

Look to the south, with the east and the west on your left and your right.

Look to the south, with the sun to your left and the moon to your right.

Look to the south, with me on your shoulder, the breeze against your face.

Look to the south, and rejoice.

The world is warm and bright.

The North’s smile is warm and bright.

Your smile is warm and bright.

yee.

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Joke aside, that was a nice poem Corvus!

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the LOTR reference lolololol. very nice. thanks :D

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I've spent too long reading through this thread since I found it and woahhhhh... I love it :D

Your writing is very emotional and I can tell you have a deep connection with stories. I find myself thinking back melancholy at things I've read in these scenes, and for me, that's how I know I've been impacted.

Keep it up and keep writing!

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All of them are beautiful! My favorite is the song one

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