Real to me - 31I mumbled a off-handed curse as clicked that text box, "Would you like to save your work?" I always got so frustrated when I tried to push myself to write. It was all a process of creating a good piece: spend a few hours working on it, end up deleting it, and then write it grander then ever. I can't help but to remember back when I was newer to the arts; that was when I didn't care about how others precieved my work. It was always so fun to create tales and pass them around so others could read and enjoy, but the arts were practically forsaken in my current environment. Life always has a way to shit on a good situation.Real to me - 31
I sighed,
Who Blinks? - 1I gazed into Katie's dark amber eyes, begging for a weakness to cast it's cruel, critical cloak over my forsaken quest. Her bright blue glasses, which were the only things holding her coffee colored hair out of her beautiful face, shimmered in that dank cafeteria light. Our competition was an epic in it's own way; a battle of wills that seemed to stretch on for hours.Who Blinks? - 1
There was a cough, distant and dilute, but enough to catch her off guard. Her face cringed. She almost glanced at it's origin, but there was a spike in her efforts to ignore. She was a trifle to defeat, but I did not fold just yet. The audience, a handful
Atis - Set up 1A meadow, breeze dancing upon the unfurrowed grass like the waves peaking and falling in the ocean, in all of it's untamed glory, was once, in a time long ago, the scene of impeccable atrocities; the beginning of Atis's murderous history. A mess of a history, filled with political underhandedness and the blood of countless martyrs, it was, but the vicious, unyielding feuds that stemmed from combat had simmered into a stew of shallow peace. For generations, the peace lasted; the casualties faded into memory and the harsh words forgotten from father to son. History would call this time: "The Golden Age." But with a new dash of problems, came neAtis - Set up 1
Never Story - Remake attempt 1Kraven sighed and poured another tankard of ale down his gullet. He had always returned to the same good old bar in the heart of the public district after every completed mission. Jay, the bartender and owner of this run down, sad excuse for a tavern, gave him another mug as he slammed his finished one down. Such was the way of Kraven; get a mission, do it, and spend the earnings.Never Story - Remake attempt 1
He just sat, talking to none, drinking his miserable excuse for a life away. In a short while, he would buy a room and go to sleep... Tomorrow was a whole other day...
Bite wasn't so good.... again...
Optimism
How are ya buddy? When are you going to finish your 100 list?
Oh wait, I've already tagged you before. Oh well, you're on my journal so, umm, here.
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We are all tacos...
I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it, then copy and paste this in your signature
and remember Jesus loves you all.
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We are all tacos...
I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it, then copy and paste this in your signature
and remember Jesus loves you all.
Lol I love that little dude>>>
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"This only happened cause you weren't fully on the focus!"
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