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    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.
    There is a reason it's still called a curse.
    Family Kilentall and Family Fatidicius were very close families, as the Fatidicius Family were the holders of the Book of Prophecy.
    The first archaeologist to discover The Prophet's Lair penned that book just before he died. He was the current eldest of the Fatidicius Family. The Family had been full of seers for generations before, the first of the Fatidicius being the very same King that was buried in the Prophet's Lair. Some believe his sight was what led him to be buried there.
    The Book of Prophecy spoke of the Eldest of the Fatidicius to be the first to break the curse. To survive it. The firstborn of the Fatidicius was my brother, Aiel. Shortly after his birth, I was adopted. Barely 1 year old, I was taken in by one of the most powerful Yular Families. Never have people stopped telling me how lucky I am. I knew I was lucky.
    Me and Aiel became fast friends, and despite him being told he should be higher than me, he always looked up to me. We were tight as can be.
    So when he came down with the curse, we all prayed for him, believing him to be the one who would survive.
    I cried when we buried him.
    But eventually, I pulled through. My best friend, Aiin, helped me through.
    One day, she showed up at my doorstep, soaked wet in the rain. She asked me to go to the prophet's cave with her. When she saw me, her face froze, like she had seen a ghost.
    While we were running to the cave, I heard her whisper something.
    "The Scar"
    When I came too, I was still really groggy.
    All I could hear were Aiin and The Prophet talking.
    "Please. You have to save her!" Aiin was holding something. A book. A big one.
    "As much as I respect you for stealling that..." The prophet said, face no longer Aiel's. The scar, however, remained.
    "Please!" Aiin begged, "The Book... It says that she wont survive if you don't help!"
    "No. The Book says she wont survive if you don't help. And any who enter my cave get the curse. It is just less hereditary than the natural born curse."
    "Did you make the curse? Every curse has a caster, after all."
    "There are many more worlds than this one, with many more magics than this one."
    "Are you saying the curse is otherworldly?"
    "Oh look, Jagel is waking up!"
    Aiin jumped up, and quickly rushed over too me, shaking me awake. I slowly rose up, sitting up straight.
    "Jagel! Are you okay?" She asked, fear in her voice. As she brushed my face, she whispered, "The Scar"
    "Hello, Eldest of Kilentall." The Prophet said, looking over. His face distorted, changing back to that of Aiel, "Do you prefer this face?"
    My stomach lurched as I muttered, "N-No. I prefer you to not use that face..."
    His face shifted back. "Well. How do you feel with your imminent doom?"
    "W-What?"
    He smiled, and Aiin's face looked suprised. "I told you not to tell him that!"
    "And I think that we should tell him how you stole The Book of Prophecy, read his death, and quickly came too me for help! And then discovered that all who enter the cave get the curse, although less strongly than those who get it through line of descent. In fact, they don't even get the scar! I mean, they can choose to tattoo it, but they usually don't even know about it!"
    I looked at the prophet. "You seem awfully talkative for a secretive prophet."
    "Well, as I said, you are about to, well, for lack of a better word, leave this realm forever."
    With that, my stomach lurched. What I had heard finally soaked in. I was going to die.
    I fell back onto the ground.
    "Jagel! Are you... Are you okay?" Aiin asked, fear in her voice.
    I realized that I wasn't just feeling suprised, I was also feeling groggy.
    As I fell unconscious, the Prophet said, "I hope your soul can survive longer than your brother's."
    Aiin yelled out, diving towards my body. "NO!"
    After I fell unconscious, the Prophet looked at Aiin, and said, "You too. Don't you want to save Jagel?"
    After that, Aiin also fell unconscious.
    "For what it's worth..." The Prophet whispered, "I really do want you two to survive."
  2. CoderDrag0n8
    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 storm escaping.
    Become a tidal wave?
    Poseidon destroying all of Odysseus’s ships but one.
    When…
    Odysseus’s last ship sailing into the underworld.
    Does a man…
    A prophet, blocking Odysseus’s path. Images of the future and past flashing back and forth. A wounded god, lightning striking a boat, and a room full of the dead.
    Become a monster?
    Sirens with their tails cut off, drowning in the water. A man watching this all from a boat. Odysseus watching this all.
    When…
    Odysseus’s boat floating up to a cave, the entrance to the sea of monsters.
    Does a candle…
    6 men, holding torches to the darkness.
    Become a blaze?
    A monster killing the 6 with torches. Their bodies littering the ground.
    When…
    A man standing up to Odysseus, a fight. Odysseus getting backstabbed by his own men.
    Does the reason…
    A red cow, lying dead on the shore of an island. A boat sailing into a storm.
    Become the blame?
    Odysseus pointing at the rest of his crew as Zeus looms above him. Lightning striking the boat.
    When…
    Odysseus pleading Poseidon for mercy. Poseidon’s face unflinching, as he continues to command Odysseus.
    Does a man…
    Odysseus, using Poseidon’s own trident, stabbing Poseidon repeatedly, until he relents, and the storm clears.
    Become a monster?
    Odysseus staring a pleading suitor in the eyes. The suitor, appealing to his good side. The suitor, pleading mercy. Carnage. A massacre. No suitor remains alive.
    Forgive meeeeee…
  3. CoderDrag0n8

    The Prophet’s Lair

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Full Short Story
    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 their most powerful king in the deepest cave they could find. Later, professional grave robbers, aka archeologists, entered the tomb, and found the body, with a heartfelt note saying ‘Sorry for stealing your grave’
    Later, it was discovered that ever sentient being with the concept of language could understand the words written on that note.
    A century after discovery, another archeologist left to explore the cave, and found it went even deeper. After sending that message back up, he went in.
    After he came out, he never spoke again.
    That all being said, Jagel had no idea what they were doing here.
    ”Cmon, Aiin! Why are we even going down here in the first place?”
    ”Jagel,” Aiin teased, “where’s your sense of adventure?”
    ”Aiin,” Jagel shot back, “where’s your sense of self-preservation?”
    Aiin smiled, which was nice. She didn’t do that often anymore. Almost immediately, her face darkened.
    ”Let’s just-Just keep on going.”
    Well now, this was strange. You never went into the prophet’s cave without a reason.
    So why couldn’t Janel remember hers?
    ”Wait.” Aiin tensed up.
    ”Aiin, let’s get out of here, this place is giving me the creeps.”
    Aiim didn’t respond, just staring ahead.
    ”Whatever, Aiin, I’m getting out off-“ Janel said, beginning to turn around
    ”When did the tunnel start changing color?”
    Jagel looked down at the floor, and noticed it wasn’t even rock anymore. Just… a bunch of red and purple lines. They almost looked like they were woven together.
    Jagel shook her head, snapping herself out of it. “We need to go!” Jagel exclaimed, turning around fully, but then she noticed-
    “Well well well. Been years since anyone decided to visit me, let alone someone as interesting as you two.”
    The way they came… was sealed by a wall.
    Janel slowly turned around, and saw Aiin looking straight back at her. Then they both turned to look at the strange voice.
    “Jagelgar of family Kilentall. Aiinafar of family Fatidicius. Can’t have someone as interesting as you two leaving, can I?”
    When Jagel looked at the owner of the voice, no, when Jagel looked at the prophet, the prophet looked just like Jagel’s brother, Aiel. The same brother who died from the curse just a year ago.
    The same one who had a patterned scar on his head because of his curse. The scar, that if tattooed or other wise added to the skin without having had the curse would kill them. No exceptions. A society once saw a god fall from the sky and burn up death in a city because he tried to tattoo it on his face.
    And so, in the shock of everything, Jagel fainted.
    End of Part 1
  4. CoderDrag0n8

    Unum est duo

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Poetry
    I say I’m one thing
    Im really two
    I call myself one thing
    I realize I’m two
     
    It would be so much easier to be insane
    I look at those with voices
    And yearn for that security
    I have problems, we all do
    But it would be so much easier
    To call me crazy
    To say I’m insane
    There’s a reason I’m like this
    2 voices, that’s the reason
    I wish I could be insane
    I pretend to be
    I want to have voices
    But I don’t
    Maybe that’s really why I’m insane
     
    I see 2 paths,
    One well kept and logical
    Full of happiness and reason
    One faded and worn
    Full of soul and pain
     
    I want to be a poet
    A writer
    A wordsmith
    But I love spreadsheets
    And math
    And coding
     
    I feel two things
    Battling and fighting
    I want to be both
    But they feel so different
     
    I wish I was crazy
    I wish I could be insane
    Then I could find reason,
    Pin the blame.
    I’m like this because of the voices
    I wish I could say
    None of us are okay
    But I wish I could say
     
    The 2 are voices
    Different from me
    Neither are me
    But both of them are
    I wish I had did
    Maybe schitzo
    I know this is offensive
    But I wish I could say
     
    This is the reason
    This why I am
    I am crazy,
    Here’s the name
    My insanity has label
    I’m not normal,
    That’s why I am this was
    But deep down I know I’m not
    I know it’s all a facade
    But I wish I could say
     
    Look at this
    I can hear the voices
    Look at me
    I can hear the voices
    The 2 aren’t me
    Their my insanity
    But I can’t
     
    Cause they’re both me
    And maybe that’s worse
    Cause I feel them both
    And definitely can’t choose
     
    print(“Error: purpose not found”)
    for i in purpose:
      print(i)
    - - -
    Error: purpose not found
    Spreadsheets and coding and data science
    Poetry, writing, and stories
     
    I feel a rush of joy as I’m typing my code
    I feel accomplishment when I see the spreadsheet
     
    But at night when I go swinging
    I imagine a world
    A world of my creation
    A world of my own
    Storyweavers and dreams
    Poetry and confusion
    I write my story
    And feel the divide
     
    I wish I was crazy
    I wish I was insane
    It would be so easy
    If I could pin the blame
    There’s a reason I’m like this
    A reason for all this
    It’s because of the voices
    Because my mind is amiss
    I can point at a diagnosis
    And tell myself why
     
    There’s a reason I’m like this
    But is there really?
    I want there to be a reason
    But maybe I’m just human
    We’re all fed up,
    Maybe I’m not special
    Maybe I’m like everyone else
    Maybe I don’t have a problem
    But then why?
     
    I feel these 2 things
    Both living inside my soul
    I feel both these things
    Fairly equally
    They are both me
    Feelings not voices
    I’m not insane
    Just kinda crazy
    There is something wrong with me
    It doesn’t have a name
    I want to write my feelings
    And escape in code
     
    console.log(poetry(“Unum est duo”));
    “One is two”
    “Is there a reason I’m like this?”
    “But does it really matter?”
    “I wish there was a reason”
    “But maybe I don’t need one”
    “Maybe I’m just me”
    “And that’s crazy enough”
    “Maybe both of me”
    “Maybe all of me”
    “Maybe I can work together”
    “Maybe I can walk down both roads”
    “Maybe I don’t have to be crazy”
    “For me to decide what to do”
    “I can write and I can code”
    “Maybe I can do both…”
    “And that’s beautiful.”
     
    I’ve talked about this before
    And I’m glad I went down this path
    The path in the middle
    With the joy of both
    Maybe I, the one
    Can be both 2
    Maybe I can be both
    More than one thing
  5. CoderDrag0n8
    For the best reading experience, listen to Cups before reading to get the proper melody in your head.
     
    It's the worst feeling in the world
    Its the feeling you get
    when you look at your friends
    feel yourself leaving
    and you think
     
    "When I'm gone..."
    "They wont miss me when I'm gone."
    "They wont miss my hair."
    "They wont miss me anywhere."
    "They wont miss me when I'm gone."
     
    Cause I'm almost gone
    And they wont miss me when I'm gone.
    They wont miss my hair
    They wont miss me anywhere
    They wont miss me when I'm gone.
     
    But this is the only place
    Where I felt safe
    This is the very place
    Where I found me
    This is the place
    Where I opened up
    So that's why it feels so bad that
    They wont miss me when I'm gone.
    No, They wont miss me when I'm gone.
     
    The less you miss me, the farther I get.
    The more you miss me, the closer I come.
    Can you please promise me
    This one little thing
    Can you please promise me
    That you'll miss me when I'm gone?
    Can you miss me when I'm gone?
    Cause the more you miss me,
    The less gone I'll be
    So please just miss me
    When I'm gone.
     
    When I'm gone,
    Please miss me when I'm gone.
    Miss my little hair
    Miss me everywhere
    Please just miss me when I'm gone
    Please just miss me when I'm gone
     
    Cause the more you miss me
    The closer I'll be
    And the less you miss me
    The farther I'll stay
    If you miss me quite a bit
    Gone I may never be
    But the way I see it
    You wont miss me when I'm gone
    No, they wont miss me when I'm gone.
     
    So please prove me wrong.
    Show me that when I'm gone,
    Please miss me when I'm gone
    Miss my little hair
    Miss me everywhere
    Please just miss me when I'm gone.
     
    Please...
    Just miss me when I'm gone.
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    Homines, Mors

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Full Short Story
    Homines, Mors.
    Nobody even still remembers
    Why?
    We forgot.
    Simple and true.
    All we knew
    Was that…
    We wanted it.
    And that was enough.
    That was enough.
    Homines is still bustling.
    The streets are empty.
    But you can hear its death everywhere.
    2 solders, sleeping on the streets.
    Wearing different uniforms, both bleeding red.
    Humans, Death.
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    The Darkness at the door

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Full Short Story
    Ding ding.
    ”I’ll go get it”
    I go up to the door.
    I already know who it is.
    I open the door.
    I suppose now is the time to mention my hand was shaking.
    The Darkness is at the door.
    You should step outside.
    Inside is so cold… it’ll be warmer out here
    I turn back.
    My family is there.
    Laughing without me.
    But I’m at the door.
    Without me.
    Occasionally, one of them looks over.
    They probably think I’m handling it.
    They don’t know about The Darkness.
    It’s so cold there…
    My family is siting by the fire.
    Without me.
    So much warmer out here…
    Outside is The Darkness
    Seeming so… welcoming.
    You should step outside…
    I take a deep breath.
    So much warmer…
    I raise my foot.
    It’s so cold over there…
    I’m already out the door.
    - Your late son
  8. CoderDrag0n8

    Chromaturgy (HEMALURGY + ALLOMANCY + BREATHS CLONE???)

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Other People Magic Systems
    U
    sers of this magic are called drafters. There are 7 main colours. Monochromes draft one colour, bichromes 2, polychromes more than 2, and full-spectrum polychromes all 7. There are also Prisms, ancient gods and heretical colours, but I say we don't worry 'bout those for this RP. To draft a colour, you need a source of that light. To draft green for example, you can use the green light being released from a leaf or something. However, this does not work if you are, say, in a room with only a red lamp, as a leaf can't reflect green when there's no green to reflect. Many drafters carry spectacles of their colour. For a green drafter, this means that when there's nothing green around you, you put on the spectacles and only the green part of white sunlight filters through, letting you draft. However, this is less effective than using stuff that's green and also doesn't work if there's not green light to begin with.
    When you draft a colour, you produce that colour's luxin, which is a resin-like solid with different properties based on the colour. When you draft, the colour also slightly influences your emotions.
    The colours in spectral order:
    Sub-red. Known in our world as infra-red. As a colour not in the visible spectrum, it can only be seen by sub-red drafters and then too, only if they're trying to see it, by widening their pupils. Sub-red luxin is highly unstable and almost instantly turns into flames. Drafting sub-red makes one feel things like passion more.
    Red. As luxin, it's sticky and highly flammable. It makes drafters feel things like fury more. It is often combined with sub-red to set things on fire.
    Orange. Orange luxin is very oil-like in texture and very fire-resistant, although curiously when mixed with red luxin it becomes even more flammable than red alone. Orange gives feelings of comprehension and inventiveness.
    Yellow. Also highly unstable and almost instantly disintegrates back into yellow light, unless you're a superchromat. Drafters sometimes use it to make luxin torches on the fly. Yellow makes one feel at peace.
    Green. Green luxin is strong and flexible. Green makes one feel wild and rebellious.
    Blue. Blue luxin is strong and rigid. Blue makes one more rational.
    Super-violet, known in our world as ultra-violet. Just like sub-red, it's invisible to anyone that's not a superviolet themselves and is actively trying to see superviolet, which you do by narrowing your pupils. Superviolet luxin is fragile, almost like spidersilk, and because of it's invisibility, it is commonly used to make people trip. Superviolet makes one cold and devoid of emotion, a step up from blue.
    Now, for superchromacy. In this world, 50% of women and 1% of men (I didn't make these odds) are superchromats, which is basically the same as perfect colour recognition that Returned have. It allows them to draft more stable luxin, and is the only way to make stable yellow. 
    Finally, how one becomes a drafter. The answer: I don't know. I don't think anyone in-universe knows either. This may just be because I've only read the first two books, but yeah. Some people think it's genetics. Maybe it is, maybe not. However, there are ways to test if one's a drafter, like the Thresher.
    cosmere part: Light is the key to tap Investiture from the spiritual realm, like in allomancy 'cept it's not metal, and is turned into a godmetal that is not very metal-like
  9. CoderDrag0n8

    Duality

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Poetry
    function isFraction(num) { var numMod = num % 1; if (numMod==0){ return false; } else { return true; } } The stars are beautiful
    tan(90)
    Poetry
    Coding
    Writing
    Math
    Worldbuilding
    Trigonometry
    Roleplaying
    STEM
    Humanities
    AP CompSci
    English
    Sudoku
    Reading
    Logic
    Emotion
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    Frankenstein

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Full Short Story
    Why did he die when I lived?
    Why do people call me by his name?
    Why did he have to make me?
    When he knew he would not live?
     
    I call myself a monster
    And people nod their head.
    I am a monster
    That much I know
     
    But I was his monster
    I am a monster for stealing his name
    I am a monster
    Because I stole his name
     
    People remember me, not him.
    Why don’t they remember him?
    I am a monster
    Because they remember me
  11. CoderDrag0n8
    I copy/pasted this from my SU
    Alright, so I consider my favorite book, ORV, to be a pretty big aspect of my personality
    I also realize that their may be a lot of you I haven't attempted to convert yet.
    So.
    TIME FOR A VERY LONG SU THAT I WILL PROBABLY REMAKE INTO A BLOG SO I CAN GIVE IT TO OTHER PEOPLE/COPY AND PASTE IT WHEN I WANT TO RECOMMEND ORV TO THEM!!!
    History tiiiiiiiiiime!
    End of history lesson.
    Anyway, you know my greatest regret (and the main reason I have a PM folder called whoopsies with 7 messages in it).
    Now, I still do have a PM, just a different one too Promised. It is called 'People who are Actually reading ORV'.
    I always ask for peoples permission before adding them (oh yeah @Rynturning_Light would you like to be added?) and now I will recommend you, yes, you, ORV.
    First, however, a disclaimer.
    Although I love ORV for this, it contains references and major plot points centered around suicide. If you do not like those things, then I understand you not wanting to read it.
    It is also a Webnovel, which means it is only available online (unless you print the whole thing out, lol). On top of that, it is translated from Korean, which means you have to give it some level of the benefit of the doubt if you wish to enjoy it. Lastly, it is 551 chapters long (no known page count) and it has plenty of extra content (other webnovels in the same universe, side stories, & a sequel).
    If you are fine with the Suicidal references, Korean Translation, Internet-only access, and length, then I definitely recommend you read it.
    Like I said, it is my favorite book.
    ORV Ch 1
    ORV Download
    And if those dont work for you, feel free to get the PDFs or epubs from here:
    https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/1pH3eWXViNIvS5yEhjez5NiK3pKx4g6fm
    (And only look at orv_main, the other files are the side stories, sequel, and other webnovel in the same universe)
    (I am constantly updating the drive)
    next, I will give my 2 recommended reading orders.
    The first is the less recommended one, but one I will give nonetheless.
    Just ORV. I would love for you to read ORV, and you just reading ORV is enough for me. If you want to stop there, that is fine, and I respect that.
    The second one is if you wish to continue on with ORV after the main story.
    That is my rant, thank you for listening.
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    Anti-AI Rant

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Rants
    I hate AI lol
    I have a few reasons why I am Anti-AI.
    The first is a personal reason. I love software engineering. Whenever I code, I feel great, I truly love coding. I also love math, but less so. I am planing to major in data science, which does involve some coding but is less likely to be taken over by AI. I love Data Science, but Software engineering is just so much more fun. I have to be realistic, so that kind of crushed my dreams.
    That is the usual argument used against AI, and the easily disputed argument. This is arguing against the use of AI, not it's existence.
    I am not super great at explaining anything, including my next point, so please see the below video for a clearer explanation
    If you don't want to watch the long video, I will try to explain myself here.
    AI companies, and this is a fact that you can double check, illegally and unethically gather their training data. IP (Intellectual Property) posted on the internet is used by LLMs and other Large AIs to train themselves.
    Look up how many photos a large AI image model used to train, and then how many images are freely available on the internet.
    IP is protected under US law as copyrighted material, and is illegal to use without consent.
    But because they are built by huge corporations, they can get away with it.
    This bit is important (even if you watched the video):
    I do not believe AI is fundamentally unethical.
    I believe that current AIs built by large companies are fundamentally unethical, and something I do not wish to support.
    Use of them isn't necessarily unethical, but I do not want to be supporting these blatantly evil corporations.
    Everyone has their lines, this is mine.
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    Extreme Apathy

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Poetry
    Feelings, feelings, where did they go?
    I want to feel, to care, to love
    an absence
    my laughter false, I wish to feel
    Death, Death, a heavy weight
    but no tears
    I can’t Quite breath when I think about him
    but no tears
    a heavy weight on my chest,
    but no tears
    I hear my sister sobbing
    songing the praises of crying
    I sit in my room, heavy
    but no tears.
    - - -
    “I had friend once”
    I burst into tears
    ”This story hasn't ended yet, Kim Dokja”
    Sadness innumerable
    why is it that fiction
    hurts more than reality
    Extreme Apathy
    apathy-the absence of an emotion
    extreme-the highest version of something
    oxymoron-a contradictory statement
    all that I feel, I feel extreme
    including apathy
    but I’m getting better
    ”you can’t compare the bad days to you’re good days”
    ”You have to compare your bad days to how they used to be”
    ”and they’re better”
  14. CoderDrag0n8
    What is Art?
    Art is something from which you can derive meaning.
    Did someone paint the cloud to look like dragon?
    Does it look like a dragon?
    No, we ascribe meaning to the cloud.
    It looks like a cloud.
    But we say it looks like a dragon.
    And it gains meaning
    Because we gave it meaning.
    That is half of art.
    Art is what you give meaning too.
    But,
    Art is a reflection of a soul.
    Art is what those with a soul create.
    Art has no meaning.
    It is art because the make perscribed it meaning,
    and the observer found meaning for it.
    You may not find the intended meaning,
    and You may not intend meaning at all,
    but Art
    is a meaningless interaction between 2 givers of meaning that is given meaning.
    A cloud is not art
    But we can perscribe it meaning
    and that is our soul.
    A painter's painting is art
    Because they perscribed it meaning
    and that is their soul
    A soul is the ability to give meaning
    Whether the soul persists to an afterlife,
    Exists in animals,
    Or maybe even computers,
    Is not my jurisdiction.
    But a soul is art.
    A soul is giving meaning
    to something meaningless.
    A soul is something that cannot be explained
    or written down
    but we assume in another
    and through that assumption,
    we create art,
    and we understand them
    To understand another person
    You must first aknowledge
    That you can never understand them.
    And use that knowledge
    To understand them.
    That is the 'soul'
    Even if I don't like to call it that.
  15. CoderDrag0n8
    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 end-he was calm.
    He stayed calm.
    And he died.
    In my arms.
    I cant take this anymore
    JUST LET ME FREE
    "GIVE HIM BACK!" I yelled into the void.
    It was night.
    And I couldn't take it anymore.
    The emotions welling up inside of me...
    FEEL and I gave in.
    The world nearby shattered.
    And I felt my feelings ripping apart.
    I just wanted to expand. Let all this feeling bunched up inside of me free.
    and so-I died too.
    At least, I thought I did.
  16. CoderDrag0n8

    The Faewylds - Prologue

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Prelude & Prologue
    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 forest, and built their city where it used to be.
    A large city, modern for it's time.
    Lady Preservation was nervous, but Lord Ruin would not listen too her.
    So she left.
    Took a portion of his forces, he was furious.
    But his time was coming.
    1 week after the faewylds were destroyed, the city woke up to being surronded with trees.
    No one knows what happened after words.
    Thus, the word for savior and safety became named Preservation and the word for destruction and death was Ruin.
    That city, the City of Ruin, became the center for the faewylds, and this time? They spread.
    Every day, the faewylds would surround another city, it's residents never to be seen again.
    Eventually, the other Kings and Queens, each's name having a word created after them, came to the bourder of the faewylds to plead to the fae.
    Eventually, Queen Cultivation of the Fae, came out to hear their please.
    They said that they shouldn't be prosecuted for the acts of another.
    The Queen refused.
    But then, Lady Preservation stepped forward.
    And offered her life for the sake of the world.
    Her sacrifice has been remembered too this day.
    Now, each King and Queen of the respecting forces have titles based on their very first predecesor.
    After the Great Schisim of the Reborn Fae,
    The remaining forces of Lady Preservation named their leader, from then on, Harmony.
    We should really get to the story.
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    The Faewylds - Prelude

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Prelude & Prologue
    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 fledgling gods cooperated.
    But that is not a world I know.
    Passion, the 14 lending them an upper hand, walked away with the 16's soul.
    It escaped.
    15 now 1, an enraged god roared.
    without Reason, it destroyed itself.
    You may remember a world where the death of a god left a scar on the universe.
    A death that made torturous creatures of dreams.
    This world encountered the death of not one, but 15. With the majority of the 16th.
    And it was violent.
    A scarred world, with no trace of any healing, left with a dead god.
    A god left in exile, stripped greatly of their power...
    And a secret...
    In this world, the Dual God wished to live.
    In this world, the Dual God imparted it's knowledge.
    In this world, the Exiled God knows what it shouldn't.
    Do you want to see this world? For it is not pretty. Nor is good.
    This world may have no resolution, may only be sad.
    And yet... I still ask.
    Do you wish to come on this Journey?
    Would you wish to enter this world?
  18. CoderDrag0n8

    The Faewylds - Anouncement

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Announcements
    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 prologue coming tommorrow hopefully
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    Who Am I?

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Full Short Story
    People say I’m a teenager.
    Am I?
    Sometimes I still feel like that wide-eyed child
    That looked at the world with hope
    And wonder
    Who didn’t care about ‘grades’ or ‘society’
    Who didn’t fall asleep with those dreams
    Who didn’t want to not want what he wanted
    Who still preserved his innocence.
    In Romeo And Juliet,
    There’s quote
    And I can’t quite remember what it says
    But it goes along the lines of
    ‘Kids shouldn’t wake up early with worry,
    That should be saved for adults.’
    I still feel like that wide eyed kid.
    And yet I feel like I’ve grown all up.
    …
    I walk through life with distance.
    Never quite feeling my feelings.
    I want to feel
    But the moment I do
    It’s shallow happiness that lasts for a moment
    Or stress and worry the bog down my days.
    Sometimes I feel like I’m all grown up
    And never quite fit what I was supposed to be.
    People say I’m teenager
    And I look around and see them.
    From the outside I must look like one
    Socially inept
    Closed off
    Uncaring
    But from the inside all I can do is care
    And yet I can’t bring myself to care
    All I do is care about my life
    But I can’t bring myself to feel
    Sometimes I feel so lonely
    So rush for some quick happiness
    Sure, it may be meaningless
    But it might be the only respite I get
    I go to bury myself in a world
    Or maybe make 1 or 2
    Anything to stop feeling
    Because all I can do is feel
    And yet I can’t bring myself to feel
    I look at the world from the outside.
    Want to know who I am.
    I rush to express myself
    To see a plastered fake part of me
    Shown on a screen
    I want to be remembered, to be known.
    But humans aren’t just as simple
    As what they show
    They are full of contradictions
    And with, I am human
    They work to live on through memory
    But will that ever truly be them?
    Can you ever really see someone?
    And know them truly?
    Can you know all about them?
    What they thought and why?
    People say I’m a teenager.
    And yet, I don’t believe them.
    …
    All I can do is write on your wall
    Hope someone will see it.
    I live fueled by a special part of me
    That people dismiss with a swipe.
    “A book can’t actually change your life”
    But it certainly changed mine.
    I want to do well, be who I want to be
    But can I stay human doing that?
    What even is a human?
    And why do they do what they do?
    Why even is a human?
    And most importantly,
    Who
    Am
    I
    ?
    …
    Maybe I don’t need to know.
  20. CoderDrag0n8

    Impossible. "No."

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Full Short Story
    A small yellow fruit.
    Disgusting, terrible.
    Would never seem remotely edible.
    "I can change that."
    A household item
    Yellow fruit, big, not small.
    A Banana.
    A human invention.
    ---
    A poison.
    A green leaf with an explosive poison inside.
    "Edible."
    Mint.
    A daily use item.
    In our toothpastes and gum, a previous poison now turned daily commodity.
    ---
    A neurotoxin.
    Infects your mind, releases chemicals.
    A new kind of taste
    Invading your mind.
    "Delicous."
    Spice.
    Humans cultivated things to be so spicy that it could kill someone.
    ---
    Over 1500 degrees Celsius.
    A metal fans with a melting point of just over 1200.
    They said it was impossible.
    "Keep the jets in the air."
    Airplane Jet engines.
    Impossible, they said.
    "No." said humankind.
    Humankind has proved time and time again that they can change life itself, dominate neurotoxin, and defeat laws of physics.
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    Inktober 31 - Award

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    inktober 2025 but writing tho
    He walked up to the podium.
    How did I get here?
    He looked at the cheering crowd.
    They are all looking at me.
    He reaches the podium.
    They’re all laughing at me.
    They quiet down.
    They expect me to fail
    Silence.
    This is hell
    —-—
    He didn’t try to do it.
    He was just there.
    Anyone else would do the same.
    Right?
    Anxious remembered how it happened.
    There was a burning building
    “HELP! HELP! WE’RE BURNING IN HERE!”
    He ran to help
    But he paused at the door.
    Will this kill me? Should I just leave?
    But despite himself,
    He ran in.
    He pushed through the fire,
    Saving people, clearing the way.
    He almost died.
    He often looked out the window.
    I hope she likes me after this…
    He was on a first date, and it wasn’t going well
    Tela was standing out there, watching him
    Anxious just now remembering it.
    I’m not a good person.
    I’m just as selfish as everyone.
    I don't deserve this.
    I’m a terrible person who doesn’t even deserve to live.
    On the podium, he pulled out his knife, and stabbed himself in the heart.
    The world will be a better place.
    I just have to leave it first.
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    Inktober 30 - Vacant

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    inktober 2025 but writing tho
    Empty. Empty, empty, empty.
    Where did it all go?
    It was all perfect.
    So… why… no… how did it go so wrong.
    I heard that she died on the news.
    That’s not good.
    Likely suicide.
    Am I the only one left who still believes?
    Am I the only one who still believes in him?
    Am I his only remaining follower?
    He might have left this world…
    But I believe in his vision.
    Everything he left behind is so…
    So empty.
    Near the end, it was me, him, and her.
    He left… no… he… died…
    But it had to happen.
    It was all part of his plan!
    This world has to have meaning…
    Right?
    She left me.
    Before she went, she tried to convince me. She tried to force me to…
    Give up on him.
    But I won’t.
    I can’t.
    He is the only thing that gives me meaning.
    This world might be terrible…
    Half the globe might be in ruins…
    But I still believe in his plan.
    To unite this terrible place.
    I believe in him…
    Why doesn’t anyone else?
    And…
    Where did they all go?
    WHERE DID THEY GO?
    WHERE
    DID
    THEY
    GO?
    THEY LEFT ME
    AND ITS ALL THEIR FAULT
    IT WILL ALWAYS
    BE
    THEIR
    FAULT
  23. CoderDrag0n8

    Inktober 24 - Who Dunit?

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    inktober 2025 but writing tho
    "Sir! They didn't mean to do it!"
    "And what do you mean by that?"
    "It... it was Jeff. He forced to do. He got them all riled up. It-it wasn't their fault sir! Please. Have mercy."
    Jake was stressed out.
    All of their stories are different! Each one... completely different...
    Jake didn't know what to do.
    "Amy... This is s hardest case in centuries. Please help me out." Jake asked.
    "All of their stories are different."
    Amy sighed. "Try and compile the cases then."
    So, Jake went to Jeff. "Cue Montage" He muttered.
    ---
    "Listen, bud. Disco had the idea. None of us knew it was illegal."
    "Officer! Jimmy told me what to do! I brought the ideas, yes, but Jimmy told me to!"
    "Listen. Listen, uhh.... can I call you Bub? Anyway, Bub, you have to understand. It was Melanie! Melanie told me allll about it."
    "Sir... You're back... okay... well, if Jeff said he didn't do it... no, no it was definetly Jeff" Melanie said nervously.
    Back at the beggining. This is bad.
    "I know you know something. WHAT DO YOU KNOW!" Jake yelled.
    "Sir! I-I dont-I mean, Jeff did it. Yeah. Je-Jeff."
    "Melanie, Jimmy already told me it was you. In fact, before coming back to you, I asked the others. They all seemed to agree, Melanie did it. So unless you have another story for me, I-"
    "NO! NO! No... I-I'll talk." Melanie exclaimed.
    "It was the bandit. The bandit did it. I don't know exactly which one of us it is... But... it was the bandit.z"
    There was only one person reffered to as the bandit here in the York 88.
    And he always called people 'Bub'
    I know exactly who it is.
    Jake went into the cell with Jimmy, and a gun shot was sounded through the police station.
    And the bandit stayed elusive.
  24. CoderDrag0n8

    Inktober 23 - IM BACK (also the title is firefly lol)

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    inktober 2025 but writing tho
    It is floating in the air.
    Flying.
    People say its on fire.
    I don't see it.
    It glows.
    Maybe a bit like fire.
    But it doesn't burn any that gets close.
    Sure, it has it's flaws.
    It will fly away when you get close to it.
    But fire is worse.
    Fire hurts those it loves.
    And those that love it have to learn to stay away.
    I wish I could be more like the firefly.
    But for now?
    I am much more like the fire.
    I glow from a distance,
    But hurt any who get close.
    I don't even have enough self awarness
    To keep people away.
    I wish I could be more like a firefly
    But for now, I am more like a fire.
    I just hope one day
    Someone can be wearing flame resistant gloves
    Or have the strength to put me out.
    I hope people can see how terrible I am
    And that I am no beautiful firefly
    Only a painful fire.
  25. CoderDrag0n8

    Writetober 17 - Help?

    By CoderDrag0n8,


    Writetober 2025
    They were coming.
    They could be lurking in any shadow.
    They are everywhere.
    They are here, they are there.
    When they come, they strike.
    They have not yet come.
    I must not reveal my name.
    They lurk everywhere.
    They can't find me, if they cant see me.
    Wait.
    They're watching.
    They are watching.
    The ones above.
    When they come, so does he.
    He must be here.
    I must escape!
    No.
    No.
    No.
    He's here.
    I have to escape.
    HE IS LURKING EVERYWHERE!
    They are watching. They have to free me!
    "PLEASE! HELP ME! YOU HAVE POWER OVER H-"
    You can't escape, little boy.
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