SmilingPanda19

I didn’t actually. Huh. as long as the sword is a magical rapier then I’m in-

I haven’t read Stormlite yet but the answer is probably no XD

I’m going to sound basic… but… I like cheese pizza… with extra cheese… cheese is just *shiver* if I could marry cheese I would- Depends. Would I get a cool one-of-a-kind sword to slay these dragons and monsters?

Then… I’d kiss a frog….. and it would be in shock at how beautiful I turned- Sanderson? I dunno, but out of the Sandoverse…. The Florid Sword

My first question is, do you have a Klondike bar for me?

Oh give bestie a break, they were venting XDDD it might be frowned upon, but do we want to display the 17th shard as just rules? We are so much more. We are chaotic, kind, loving, and welcoming. though rules should be followed… we need to remember what we are posting on before we just slam rules

Hey hey! Welcome to the 17th shard!

He stares down at her as she dies, left in her own blood. Dark crimson blood drips down his own hands, staining them with the cursed red. What have I done? He whispers to himself. He killed the only woman he has ever truly loved for what? For power? For greatness? No. Simplicity. It was so much simpler when he didn’t know his past. Life was so much easier when he didn’t remember her. He didn’t have to feel conflicting emotions or pain. He could kill and destroy without guilt or shame. But the moment he remembered… he saw each of their faces. In each drop of blood he sees the agony. In every scar he sees the sacrifice. In every death he sees himself. He saw who he once was, Cassian Bonswear, dying with each act he does and every evil thought he thinks. He sees a scared little boy slowly dying a painful death inside him at the hand of the monster. At the hand of Victor. He is no man. He is no boy. He is no king. He is simply a war in the body of a sinner, and evil was winning. Evil has won, the last glimmer of beautiful sunshine dies with her. And so this day, Cassian Bonswear, son of Anansi Bonswear dies with her. Don’t feed into their lies. He feels a whisper on the edge of his mind, a wisp of a spirit touching him. One turns into many and many turns into tens. Tens of people, people who have died because of him stand before him. Each of their spirits left from this physical world reach forward to touch him, and leading him is his parents. Behind them follows Amyra, Sage, Rolen, Amyra Ay, Fen, Ezrium, Red, Ninddle, and all the others. Don’t feed into their lies Cassian. He watches as Elsies spirit slowly floats up and joins them, among the tens of spirits that stand there watching him. What could they want of him? Revenge? He deserves it. After all he has done doesn’t he deserve to be tortured? Finish what we started. He feels them all whisper in sync….. He looks down at himself and sees himself rotting away to evil, consuming him. Finish what we started. They repeat, a bit louder this time. They knew who he was. They know who he is becoming. They can see it. They can see the blood, tears, and pain. They see it all. Do it for me. He looks back up and sees a single figure standing there. A little paint covered boy. A little boy with a beautiful sunflower in his hands. Do it for me. He gets up and lays down on his bed, still soaked in blood. “You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, when the skies are gray.” He mutters, tears starting to drip down his cheeks. “You’ll never know dear.” He looks up at the spirits before him, all of the people he loves most standing before him. He was not going to fall into the lies. He wasn’t going to listen to the falsities. There was still hope. There is always hope. “How much I love you…” He reaches his hand over and holds the plug to the machine pumping his heart. He can feel all the love. He has never felt such overwhelming joy in his life. This is not who Cassian Bonswear saw himself becoming when he grew up. This is not who Cassian Bonswear desired to become. He was not going to become Siylna or Eddie. He was going to be Cassian Bonswear in and out. “So please don’t take my sunshine away.” He pulls the plug and sticks out his hand, the spirits take it and pull him into the darkness with them, walking away from the light. His eyes dull to a crisp brown and his spirit changes, this is who he really is This is not a victor, this is a man who lost. A man who got lost to himself and couldn’t find himself till his dying moments. A horrible fate it truly is, but if it took a million years it would be worth it. Forgive me. And there into the darkness he went. Some could call him a king. Some would call him a man. Others might call him a boy. But he passed at that special time where there was no defining thing to call him. Sure he had power, but did he deserve it? Sure he grew older, but was he really a man? Sure he had innocence, but was he a boy? Or was he a little bit of both? Maybe, Just maybe, he was sunshine itself. @Edema Rue @Lotus Blossom @Experience @Ancient Elantrian @Witisthebest

“AHH! I LOVE BROOM CLOSETS ” - @DefiantAllomancer

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He looks her in the eyes. A once young gentle face turning black with burns and beautiful brown eyes turning a sock gold. Marked with the face of a beast. This was no boy anymore, this was no man. This was a king. "Life before was a whisper. Power is the thunder. You're asking me to choose between a drizzle and a storm." He feels a smile spread across his face, a blood-thirst in his eyes. Evil twists everything and everyone. What we can do is decide whether we let it control us, or become us. There isn’t a big difference between a puppet and a master if they are doing the same thing. “But if not for power… then for someone better.” He brings his hand up. A knife in it. The same knife used to stab him in the back. The same knife used to kill Herman. The same knife used to kill his father. It was all coming together now. Look how evil has corrupted this poor little boy. Look at the blood on his hands. Don’t you see? He still has blood. He still has evil. How can he be good? Are any of them good? …. Are any of them even good at all? He stabs her in the chest, the knife piercing through her skin and right into her heart. @Edema Rue @Experience

EEHEHEHEEHEEHEEEEE IM A LUNCHABLE NOWWWWWW FEAR ME, YOU MEASLY LITTLE SANDWICHES!!!! I'M A LUNCHABLE!!!!!! - @shortcake

Yeah. I have tons of ‘good writing’ but that doesn’t really matter to me. I want to write something I’m proud to share, proud to say, and proud to be. It’s not something that just qualifies as good, It should qualify as real.

Fun fact: The Panda doesn’t usually edit her work before she puts it up here. She frequently writes little stories, but she doesn’t post it unless it has gut, depth, and a true piece of her heart. She doesn’t really care about grammar or corrections. She cares about sharing a piece of who she is and a story she has to tell. (Yes I did just refer to myself in the 3rd person, fight me)

You are so welcome! It was definitely speaking of an alcoholic, but I just reread it again and realized myself how applicable this to other things. Just one more day. Just one more page. Just one more grade. Just one more friend. There are a lot of things in my life that I see myself using to try and fulfill me, but those things don’t last forever. Sorry, a little talk with the panda. I’m glad you liked it!

So a wrote a thing. @Robin Sedai you gave me the prompt. I ran with it. Enjoy I guess. (Sorry grammar police, you aren’t welcome here) Scene 6: Just One More Glass

He looks into her eyes. The two sides of him. Cassian and Victor. A changed man and a boy who still longs for hope. They wage war, where does he belong? Where do any of them belong? Does he even belong? "My dear..." He whispers. "I don't follow, I lead."

"Don't tell me how I should run my life El!" His hands shake as he watches himself do the things he is doing. He is both completely in control and distant at the same time, like he has no control. "If you were given this power- named one of the greatest gamemakers this world has ever known would you like to go back to that worthless, dirty, dump, of a life?!"

He looks at her and feels his world crumble. What kind of crazy person... doesn't want the power I'm offering? He looks her in the eyes, his eyes start flickering. "You... you're crazy..." He whispers and starts laughing. "You have no idea what I'm offering." His feet move, slipping from the bed, his hand moving up to grab the front of her shirt. A mad look glimmers in his eyes. "Do you know the power I'm offering? The greatness? The world is yours Elsie! It's all yours!"

"What happened to me?" He looks down at himself. He doesn't know. He doesn't know what happened, what changed, who even was he? "We have a chance to change things Elsie- do something with our lives. We don't have to be stupid kids from the damn slums- we can- we can be on top of the world!" His eyes change, part of his face forming back to normal. A brown color spreading to his formerly gold eye. "Elsie and... Cassian. On top of the world."