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Literature
Theme 1 - Introduction
"This is the nature of the genius, to be able to grasp the knowable when no one else recognizes that it is present."
- Deepak Chopra
The three-year-old's wide grey eyes took in everything around him—the large desk with the computer on it, the papers of battle plans and such taped up on the walls, the blood red carpet that had a trail of dried mud draped across it, the piles of papers and books on the desk—and then settled on the man behind the desk.
His name was Commander Lamuel Hastings. He was getting on in his years—a fact that was made obvious by his graying hair and crinkled eyes—but that did nothing to diminish hi
100 Themes
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Literature
What Are You Doing About It?
What have you done today for victim of abuse? Or for a survivor? You changed your profile picture to that of a childhood cartoon? Wow. That certainly changed somebody's life. Did you give it any thought when you made that change of pictures? I've seen through comments that some people did it just for fun.
I'm not here to bash on anybody who has done just this, or to offend anybody. I'm just here to speak my opinion, and isn't that one of our rights, living here in the United States of America? The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. But we aren't all free, here, and we aren't all brave.
How many of you actually know somebody that ha
Original Works
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RP Shorts
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Literature
For the Love of a Daughter
Razi paced the stone floor one way and then the other. She kept her eyes peeled on the ground, though her attention stayed on the double doors, painted a dark brown. She could hear murmurs of voices, but the words would not reach her—only the ticking of the clock, the echoes of her worn green tennis shoes striking the ground, and the occasional shift of the woman sent to babysit her. Razi clenched and unclenched her hands, but they remained behind her back as if her arms were glued to her sides. She reached the end of the hall and turned back. The voices were growing louder, as if they were shouting at one another. Razi’s fingers curled into fists, and she trembled. Razor had offered to stay with her, but Razi knew better than to accept; the reptilian furry was needed in the courtroom. Everyone she knew was needed in the courtroom. Even her. But she couldn’t. The young teen glanced towards her babysitter, but the woman had stopped paying attention to her long ago. She was absorbed
Collab Shorts
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Sigs and Avvies
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Literature
Kami Character Sketch
Her steps were slow and measured, as if she had a heavy weight resting on her shoulders, or like she had just gone through a terrible loss. Her striking silver eyes, which were normally full of the greed of a predator, now stared down at the ground, tears brimming in them. Her normally tan skin was a deathly pale from her reason loss, for it had sent her into shock, which she had yet to come out of. Shaggy black hair fell down to her shoulders in uneven lengths, as if it had been hacked off by a knife. Shabby, loose clothing hung over her slender frame. Her shirt was a dull gray, and sleeveless, while her brown pants seemed vibrant with life,
Kami Stuff
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Literature
Fallout
“Siv, come.” The Captain’s command was all that needed for the slave to follow her master, leaving behind the uncertain murmurings of the ship’s crew and a tentative but silent Connor. Her steps felt hollow and the world around her swayed in opposition to the ocean’s waves, but still she moved forward, even as she bunched her sweaty palms into her simple dark dress. Connor had been punished and would be punished further. Now, it was her turn. After all, she had been the one kidnapped. No, not kidnapped. The metal collar around her neck felt heavier than usual. Stolen. She had been the one stolen. Then they were before the captain’s cabin, and there was no more time to try and calm herself—if that was what she had been doing before. Luther strode inside and she stumbled after, her usual grace gone. Luther turned back, his eyes cold, and she flinched as he reached past her, but he only closed the door. Then he turned away from her and walked forward a few steps. Siv simply stood
Siv Stuff
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Child Abuse
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Literature
Flowers
Tahira dug up the fragile flower from the ground. She lifted it up, ever-so-gently, and gave the dark petals a sniff. A smile worked its way across her face, and she breathed in deeply. The air around her was hot, but the flower combated it, smelling like the nighttime of the woods on Earth.
Had it really been two years?
She stared down at her dirty feet, and the warm ground they stood on. Her blue eyes then traveled up the rest of her body, at the filthy skirt she wore, with long slits running up both sides, at the shirt that now had a few holes in it, and at her long and tangled hair. She still looked the same age she had died at, but the
Tahira Stuff
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Casey Series Stuff
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Fanfiction and the Like
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Literature
A Nuisance
"It's always funny to watch people scurry to get out of the rain."
Absol raised up his head at the sound of her voice, his unblinking red eyes watching his owner for any signals. However, the young woman's hands remained motionless and, after a few moments, he lay his head back down on his front legs.
"They act as if it is some unwanted thing, a nuisance, if you will. But yet, without the rain they could not survive." She let the tent flap fall back down and then walked deeper inside. Just before she stepped out of sight, she held up her index and her pointer finger, and then tapped them on her side.
The disaster Pokemon obeyed the order,
Martina Stuff
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Midnight Stuff
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Literature
Saltwater - Part 4 (Final)
Thomas rubbed the back of his arm against his wet eyes as he ran, and sniffled. He stumbled, and his mismatched eyes snapped open, taking in the mountain rising before him, gently at first, but quickly growing steep. He spurned his body onwards, tilting forward to fight the pull of gravity, and the pull of memories.
He had not meant to leave this place without Alice (he stumbled at the thought of her name), but staying here would do nothing to bring her back—and bring her back he would. Somehow.
The mountain grew steeper, and he reached out with his hands to steady himself. His fingers grew into claws, with deep blue scales creeping u
Thomas Stuff
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Literature
Failed Attempts to Fly
There should be wings
Spread in majestic flight
But there is only me—
Shrinking away
Terrified
Of the open sky
Poems
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Traditional Art
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Digital Art
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Literature
10 Ways to Get Along
1. Do not ignore the enemy (the enemy might think you're plotting something)
2. Do not try to kill the enemy
3. Do not try to injure the enemy
4. Do not talk to the enemy (even a compliment could be turned into an insult)
5. Do not help the enemy (he or she might think you have a trick up your sleeve)
6. Ignore the enemy
7. Talk things over with the enemy
8. Help the enemy as much as possible
9. Injure the enemy so he or she can't do anything to you
10. Kill the enemy and you won't have to worry about getting along with him or her
Splurges of Thought
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Mixed Media
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Literature
Writer's Tag
1. Do you write short stories? Novels? Series? Novellas?
2. Do you write in chapters? Or break it up into chapters later?
3. Are you an outliner? A panster? A mix?
4. Do you have a genre in mind when starting a story? Or do you figure it out as you go?
5. Favorite genre to write in?
6. Do you read in your genre?
7. Favorite themes to write about? Why?
8. What age group do you write for?
9. Do you write with pen and paper? Word? Another way/program?
10. If traditionally, what brand of pen/pencil do you use?
11. Do you listen to music when you write? What kind?
12. Where do you find inspiration?
13. What do you do when you’re
Memes
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Wallpapers
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Stamps
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Scraps
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