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  1. Love...

    Through hardships we toil, with hope and with care,
    These moments that test us, almost make us dispair.
    They bring us together, forged me and you into one,
    This is how I have realised, our bond can not be undone.
    Thou are my greatest treasure, my seeker of fun,
    To hear those three words from you, after tour done.
    There where we lay, our limbs tangled together,
    Time it stands still here, love takes flight on a feather.
  2. Character

    How easy is it for a character to change their stars?

    I the way that a normal person would. I guess we are all born with a certain set of characteristics- physical, mental, and emotional. Some of them are considered good, some great, some astounding. Others go from bad, to worse, to crippling, to repugnant.

    Maybe they are things like too suspicious...too emotional...too industrious. Whatever it is, it unbalances their lives and they want to change but the feature ...
  3. Dream World Chapter 4

    Dream World © 2017
    Chapter 4
    Returning Home

    Present Time

    Leon stop his story, leaving me in suspense, “Things would never be the same, what does that even mean and what happened after you opened your eyes. I have questions and they need answers”.

    As he went back into the plane, he said, “There's not much more to say, when the light went away, the pedestal was gone, the lights were on, and ...
  4. Setting and Mood

    One of the things I particularly enjoy as I read and write is the setting of mood. Gothic Victorian writers like Lovecraft, HG Wells, Edgar Allen Poe and Algernon Blackwood have been inspirational to me in the way they manage mood. More latterly, I am reading Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts (and highly recommend it) and am enthralled by the way he captures the chaotic, vibrant grot of the Mumbai slums. How do they do it? How do I enjoy seeing it done?

    Presentation ...
  5. Philosophy of Life?

    I sort of came to a small epilhany that, at once, seemed to solve my question on humanity. question at least.

    I was thinking...what should go into creating a new species. Not a human species, a new thing altogether. I came up with the ideas that they should be simple, fundamentally different, be of themselves, and that there should be an element of crippling fragility to them.

    The last one was weird and I couldn't articulate why I thought this was true other ...
  6. I Need to Stop Being a Little


    Now, it's time for me to get back to writing ladies and gentlemen. That cringe-inducing venting is over!

    I can't wait to start college next week and begin my studies in journalism and creative writing. It will certainly lead to my career. I'll guarantee that it does.

    Can't wait to go to a future Charlottesville-esque event and do some proper coverage of it, and nominate myself as a target of the establishment and the Left with a smirk that only Martin ...
  7. The Underdog MYTH

    There are stories with genuine underdogs, but there's always been this one thing that annoys me and that's seen in a lot of media. For those of you who are the anime type, you've seen them in the big three. Ichigo from "Bleach", Naruto from "Naruto", and Luffy from "One Piece".

    For those not interested in anime you've seen them in Jon Snow of "Game of Thrones", Rand al' Thor from "The Wheel of Time", and Luke Skywalker in "Star ...
  8. An empty spot at the foot of our bed...

    Many of you who kept up with my wife's blog before she took her hiatus have probably read in her musings about our family dog, Beast, a German Shepard mix. Back in May he was diagnosed with a partially paralyzed larynx, which was affecting his ability to breath. We were told that we could have a surgery done on him to open the larynx (costing $2000) that would open his airway, but we'd have to make sure that any food he ate would not be inhaled into his lungs (how we were supposed to do that I'll ...

    Updated August 15th, 2017 at 04:35 AM by kilroy214

  9. Memories. And Being There.

    I see people learning in books things that happened before they were born, things that I saw. They are learning what I lived. And a bunch of what they read is total nonsense.

    Through the lens of Revisionist History, Ronald Regan was a crazed warmonger and Bill Clinton was happy-times sugar-daddy. I was there.
    In 1995, the Clinton Administration gave China advanced missile technology through a transfer with a US company named Loral. Some high-ranking Chinese donors just happened ...
  10. Pressure

    A small thought...

    I was thinking about how society tends to be divided into many groups. That how all groups are really individuals connected on one issue or another.

    I then got the idea that the true unifying factor in any pairing or group- whether it be a relationship between two or an organization- is identified by that thing or things that holds them together in the worst conditions? In other words, it's easy to get along when things are easy, but the groups true unifying ...

    Updated August 14th, 2017 at 11:29 PM by kaminoshiyo

  11. Mentorless

    (The title has nothing to do with this site.)

    I've been thinking about how important having a mentor is, because I don't have one.

    The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles had Master Splinter.

    In Kung-Fu Panda, Po has Shifu, and Shifu had Oogway.

    Outside of cartoons with obvious eastern influence, even Mozart - a prodigy child - studied and learned a lot from the great composers of his time, or before his time. This included Bach, whom he met.

    Updated August 14th, 2017 at 08:12 AM by Smith

  12. Sangreville / Chapter 14

    Chapter 14

    It's now the following evening, about a half hour after sunset. Nathan drives up to my house in his car, with Diana beside him in the front seat. I get in the back and we drive off toward Main Street.

    Less than ten minutes later, I step inside the Bouncing Casket. Diana and Nathan remain outside. Most of the patrons are my living former classmates, who still attend Sangreville High in the daytime. Loretta is among them. Undead members of the nighttime
  13. Sangreville / Chapter 13

    Chapter 13

    Now I’m home. I’m back in my room.

    So the Grown-Ups of Sangreville are going to be the ones who’ll choose the next Enforcer of the Truce? That doesn’t mean that the Truce Commission will challenge Roxanna’s claim to be the next Vampire Staker of Sangreville; especially when I’ve made it obvious that I don’t want the job.

    Again I wonder how I will deal with Roxanna?

    “Lord.” I pray again.“How do you want me to deal with Roxanna ...

    Updated August 13th, 2017 at 12:56 PM by MrBillyD

  14. Old book from the 1800's

    Ever thought about how writing in a way immortalises us? There is a book in my moms house that is dated from 1899. I've never read it, i had no time to read it when I noticed it, but it had me thinking. How crazy!? To think that someone could write a book, publish it, and have others read what you wrote more than 115 years down the line. That to me is very fascinating. It reminds me of just how important books are. They can tell the tale of a time that no longer exists. Written by a person who is ...
  15. Sangreville / Chapter 12

    Chapter 12
    In the early evening, as I walk along Sangreville's Main Street, I am not "...just going for a walk', and I am not heading over to the High School; at least not yet. I don't stop at the Bouncing Casket. I head further along, in the direction of the Dark Arts R Us.

    When I reach the Shop, I see a poster displayed in the front window:

    The top line of the contain the words:

    "These Three Sacrificed To Appease the Wrath of Vampirania".
  16. Fighting Scenes

    Fights are a big part of fiction and the current craz over Mayweather vs the Mack got me thinking...

    There's definitely a bias toward power.

    I've heard that people admire the professionalism involved in Mayweather fights, but that they don't care much for it as a spectator sport. Mayweather avoids getting hit and most people want to see brutality in fights. Not all to different from gladiator's. A fighter who can dance around their opponent- waiting and baiting until they ...
  17. Sangrevville / Chapter 11

    Chapter 11

    My eyes are open again. I'm not in Hell and I'm not in Heaven. I'm looking up at a ceiling, while lying on a comfortable mattress, in my own bed, in my own room. Around me are my own familiar belongings, in our apartment on Sullivan Street, just half way up the block from Main Street, in Sangreville.

    The room is dark. Outside the window it's also dark, except for the streetlights. The house across the street has its lights on. I hear traffic moving

    Updated August 11th, 2017 at 11:43 PM by MrBillyD

  18. Power System Basic Tips

    Maybe this will save a soul time...

    1. Keep it simple

    Keep the system as simple as possible. Complexity forms down the line. The more elements involved, the more things can be done, the more things you might overlook

    2. Doesn't have to be logical, just consistent...

    Not many people will complain about the logic of a power system except when it is at odds with it's own established structure. It can be completely batty, but it should ...
  19. What's Missing?

    I wonder what it must feel like to risk your life again...and again....and again.

    By this, I don't mean things like cops or firefighters. It would probably be something equivalent to that of soldiers in a hostile environment where people are actively trying to kill them.

    Just the thought alone made me sick. Not just one fight. Maybe not even two or three. But the thought of continuously going up against other fighters to the death. I haven't seen many fights, personally, ...
  20. Sangreville / Chapter 10

    Chapter 10

    My eyes are open. I'm lying on my back out in the open, looking up at a brightening, partly cloudy sky, in which the sun will soon rise. Around me I hear the chirping of crickets joining with the twitter of birds. My mouth feels dry. I take a deep breath, feel an aching throughout my body, and I groan. A sharp pain comes from between my boobs. I groan again.

    Now I remember. Roxanna shot an arrow between my boobs. It cracked my breastbone, and stabbed

    Updated August 11th, 2017 at 12:53 PM by MrBillyD

  21. Sangreville / Chapter 9

    About ten minutes later, Cousin Paula and I stepped outside Aunt Josephine's house. Under the clear night sky, a few of the brightest stars twinkled above us. My Staker-Vampire cousin was now fully clothed, wearing a blouse above her belt, along with the same pair of shorts she'd had on when we'd entered the house. She also had a foot long, sharpened wooden stake in a sheath strapped to her belt.

    The two of us went over to her car, got in and drove off;

    Updated August 10th, 2017 at 12:29 PM by MrBillyD

  22. Sangreville / Chapter 8

    Chapter 8

    A half hour later, I arrived at my Aunt Josephine's place. Nathan drove me in his car, through the dark quiet residential streets, beneath a starry sky. Loretta sat beside him in the front seat, while I was in the back. When we arrived, my Cousin Paula's car was parked in the driveway.

    "She's here." I said, "Now we might actually learn something, and people might stop blaming me for what happened to you, Nathan."


    Updated August 9th, 2017 at 12:40 PM by MrBillyD

  23. Socialistic-Blame

    I like my steak medium-rare, so get ready for some long-winded thoughts that may not be fully cooked.


    You don't teach kids collective responsibility - the kind seen in the family unit, between a group of friends, or on a football team - by forcing them to be a collective.

    My entire life I was raised to hold myself accountable for my actions. Thanks dad. That doesn't mean I'm perfect and I've never shirked responsibility, but I do my best and it certainly ...

    Updated August 8th, 2017 at 06:48 AM by Smith

  24. Sangreville / Chapter 7

    When I got back to the apartment that afternoon, my mother told me, "I got a call from your Aunt Josephine a few hours ago. Your Cousin Diana is now undead, and she wants to talk to you."

    "Diana wants to talk?"

    Mom nodded. "Over the phone." She sighed, "Vampires can't bite you over the phone."

    I went into my room, took out my cell phone, switched it on and dialed my cousin's number. I put the device to my ear and listened

    Updated August 8th, 2017 at 03:17 PM by MrBillyD

  25. Ramblings of an idle mind...

    Hustle and bustle this week,
    has been tough,
    get in​, one week complete,
    another seven to do.

    Through long days ahead,
    plentiful hours I watch,
    the sun from shaded corners,
    travel across blue skies.

    I wish of soft couches,
    warm food, drink and bed,
    as weekend draws,
    towards my weary head.
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