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Chapter one: Ryder: Encountering beyond the path.
I got out of school, missed my bus and had to walk home. I didn’t mind, it was just for today, I had the urge to explore the trail in the woods nearby. Ever since I have started at my new school, there has been talk from right to left about this trail. From what I have gathered what people told me; if you try to walk the trail on your own, there are guardians who will banish you for trespassing. No one really knows what could be there but, when I heard it, I thought people were trying to scare new kids like me coming to Tampa. But, as it got to the point I heard the rumors more; I assumed maybe there could be something lurking beyond. I was willing to seek for myself anything mysterious or beyond my imagination. Exactly, what is there that’s so scary? When I used to live in San Francisco before I came here, there were numerous dangers that a typical city consists of for you to fear where you go. Walking down on my own, I envisioned the possibilities of what
ScarsIt was 3 days before my 12th birthday in the month of April. April 16th seemed just seem like any other day in 6th grade until in history class, I was called out to go outside. One of the teachers in the main office of my middle school reported to me, my sister’s college Virginia Tech; there was a shooting. Although she was not at the school at that time and she is alive, which I am thankful for she is here with me to this day. It was scary how she lived a few a blocks away from the campus and she knew a few of the victims closely. I love my sister and the thought of her not being in my life anymore, it would be drastic for me to understand she is not there anymore.
Then, in 7th grade one day I wore my Virginia tech T-shirt to school, there was a boy in my English class who asked me about my shirt. I mentioned my sister went to Virginia tech and I got this from her. “Was she there during the shooting?” he asked, I shrugged and I politely said “I rather not talk
How can you resist? Revised version (contest)It was a cool and breezy evening. The wind calmly blew on the way to Simon’s house. I was anxious to see him. He told me he has a secret to confess after that, he mentioned it was time for me to know what it was. Either way, I had a synch this could be interesting. Arriving to his house and yielding at the front steps, I took a breath hoping for the best. At my own pace going up the stairs then reaching for the doorbell, the pitched chime lasted for about a minute or so. No answer. Hmmm, do I press again? Figuring it would be impolite to redundantly beg for him to answer. He is probably busy or whatever! I took a seat on the front step and to pass the time to admire the unique and blended pastel colors of the sunset. Hoping at the same time he heard my arrival. A shiver of the cold got me like an arrow though; I comforted myself staying close to calm the goose bumps. Simon should be here by now and strange for him to be this way. Stepping up to the door for h
Epilogue for Tamesis Saunterer (WIP)Under the cloudy sky, late autumn and the wind swirls up the remnants of the leaves; Simon's warm hand clinging onto him. During our quiet time going further, Simon yielded to a detour and letting go of me. Standing at the entrance, leaving me behind and looking out into the distance "Ryder, do you remember this?" quailing with my jacket to heal my goose bumps "Yes, Simon. It's over you're free, right?" wrapping my arms around him and he pressed my connected hands to his stomach "I am free Ryder but, just looking at this Brings back memories I had from all these years" I hugged him "The only thing that remains are my powers " squeezing him against me, I didn't want to see him haunted by his past "I like your powers but, only when you use them for good" he gently unclasped my hands to face me, gripping my arms and staring down "So do I " he fondled my face "But, I'm still not normal enough " he puffed his lower lip, rolling his eyes away; I held his hand on my cheek
Prince Nathaniel (WIP)I was invited to see the Prince again; he eagerly desired for me to come. There wasn't much detail so, I assume to be in my best clothes as possible. As a middle-class individual, I didn't have much but, then yet again it's better than nothing. On my way, the pastel hands that stretched up in the heavens; dusk was approaching. At the gate, there was one of his servants standing guard; she saw me with appeasement and already opens the door for me without halting. I followed her down to the corridor "The Prince is in his other room" notifying in a monotone "Thank you, miss" I politely addressed her. Inside we were in the foyer, magnificently decorated with vibrancy. Strolling down the path, taking a right turn at the end; there were several differently designed doors. In the middle, there was one that was white; designed with vines and floral molding "You may escort yourself inside, the Prince expects only you and no one else at this moment" she knelt her head, as if I was the higher aut
Will I ever know? (WIP)Simon still frequently goes to the trail with his friends for these 'meetings' and 'something else important'. I don't know the exact details of why because when I first came to the trail, he and Donte forbid me to proceed. Whatever it is, I want to know... Taking the confidence to set up a hang out with him at my place, I waited patiently in the living room for his arrival. As the door bell rang, willingly to relax myself for him; I opened the door. There, he stood as his mellow self "Hi Ryder, good to see you!" he greeted "You, too!" I mentioned. I let him enter inside my house, the butterflies fluttered inside me "Simon, can we talk?" I asked nervously, he looked down at me "Uh, sure Ryder" he replied, we both headed for the sofa. Fidgeting with my hair and chewing on my nails, anxiously "Ryder, you seem worried; what's eating you?" he asked concernly. I took a big breath to find the words "Well, I-I-...I-" stuttering and came to a pause, he focused on me wanting to h
Haunted Dreams Hauntshadow padded into the warriors den. He curled up in his new nest and lay his tail over his muzzle. It took him awhile to fall asleep due to his excitement from becoming a warrior, but eventually he did. When he opened his eyes again he was in the Dark Forest. A few heartbeats later, a cat came forward. It was his uncle, Jaywing.
The gray Dark Forest warrior smiled and said, "I saw your ceremony. Congratulations, Hauntshadow."
Hauntshadow dipped his head and stepped forward a bit, "Thank you. What are we doing tonight?"
Jaywing grinned, "I have an important task for you."
The black tom held his head high. Whatever this task was he would do it with pride to show his loyalty to the Dark Forest. His eyes glistening, Hauntshadow asked, "What do I have to do?"
Jaywing started circling around him, "First you must answer this question. What do you think the biggest problem is that the clans face?"
There were a lot of problems the clans had faced.
A very small dictionary of little to-no-maturityA
Agliockinsplarf: (noun, verb)
1. A bitter rounded gourd, with a rough texture and smells of coleslaw
2. The act of rubbing potato peels in someone's face
e.g: to agliockinsplarf.
1. To worry, to pity
1. A rare crocodile found in south east Asia
1. A comfortable toilet seat
1. To laugh like Mr. Krabs
1. An accordion that is sick with the flu
1. Releasing a smelly gaseous cloud of methane through a sphincter while also making a funny noise
Balls!: (noun, shout )
1. A bunch of sphere like things
2. The noise you yell when someone kills you online if your a scrub or get kicked in the scrotum
I got nothing more to teach you. You may leave now.
UntitledOkay, since people have wondered why I've not posted some of my writing here, the reason is, my work mostly involves arcane historical & philosophical subjects that I felt would not be of that much interest to most readers on this site. But, here's an example for you. The beginning of an essay I've been working on concerning the subject of "Atlantis". Hope you find it interesting...
Copyright © 2014
George T. Young
Simply, this little essay is some wonderings, if you will, resulting from an informal but earnest attempt to look at things re “Atlantis” that are– as they are.
Okay, and just what do I think these are? Well, as far as I can see, after discounting all the fiction and nonsense written about this subject, it boils down to three valid groups of factors:
1. The source material, of course, which is a mixed bag of still extant ancient writings by various (predominantly Classical era) chroniclers and scholars; most famously,
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The first, and perhaps most important, thing to know is that every pantheon, from every civilization has at least one trickster deity. From the Inuit to the Japanese, they all have a Trickster or two in their myths and legends. But what is a trickster deity?
A trickster deity, as defined by mythologists and folklorists, is a deity who often breaks the laws of their universe, either maliciously or for simple amusement. They will work to subvert the wills of the gods or the Fates t
The Advanced Ancient Human TheoryThis is a combination of everything that was said in this forum post: forum.deviantart.com/devart/ge…
You see all these theories about how these gigantic monuments (pyramids, Moai statues, Stonehenge, etc.) were built by prehistoric humans, so what if ancient humans actually had very advanced technology (maybe from extraterrestrials, or by their own doing), but something happened that erased all of those advancements, knocking humans back technologically and scientifically? Cavemen may have had nuclear technology and had a war which explains the ice ages (nuclear winter), massive extinctions, and the huge crater in Yucatan. Also, it may be a process that repeats, society constantly destroying and rebuilding itself.
There is plenty of research that could support that in one way or another. When you think about it, humanity could've been around ages longer than any scientist thinks. We humans build up our society in the same general path, with advancements to science, medicine, tec
Wild, Free, Dying Picture an open range; where there are bushes of green, wildflowers of purple and yellow. Picture the tracks of animals; perhaps rabbits, deer, coyotes, and finally hoofprints. In earlier times, these hoofprints belonged primarily to horses, but the reality of the present is that the hoofprints of history are being eradicated. The reason for this being: BLM. BLM, or the Bureau of Land Management, has been “preserving” wild horses and burros for some time now. Their efforts have been failures on many different levels; therefore, BLM should leave mustangs and burros alone, and stop the annihilation of our great companions.
On the official website of the BLM, there is a webpage dedicated to the Wild Horse and Burro Program. This includes a section which contains a list of “myths.” One of the myths states, that wild horses will limit their pop
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Struggle for Gender Identity
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True spirit within"The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That's the sound of being alive. It's your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it's all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can't-do-this, and can't-do-that's, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic."
― Brom, 'the Child Thief'
This quote from 'the Child Thief' by Brom, since I believe to take risks and challenges for what you believe are right. Not only is it part of life but, people shouldn't assume what is right for you otherwise lacks independence and belief listening to your heart of what you believe. When it comes to people who care about you, they just want to do what's best for you but, really they don't know you enough to empathize. For instance, if an adult expects me to be obedient for being good like them and I ask why; the answer is either 'because I said
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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