AkaiDalia: The WarThere once was a kingdom with so many people who lives there. The people had different jobs they could have: there were the worshipers of the queen, the ones that were worthy enough to live in the castle, the loners, and the knights. They Knights and some other worshipers were called either "white knights" or "fangirls". The queen herself, AkaiDalia, was a wonderful queen, at least her people though so. The people respected her because of her wonderful art, but even though her kingdom was oh so great, there were the "haters" who would always try to attack the queen an get he to change her ways, but many of the kingdoms people, including the knights, would protect her and try to make the haters go away. There was one knight (I totally forgot his name, but i know he was a super sonamy fan, thats what I had heard) who would always protect her so much, he was called the Knight of all knights. I don't know about this, but so far all I know was that I was the only loner in the kingdoAkaiDalia: The War7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
If My Thoughts Were In 3rd Person: WorkIf My Thoughts Were In 3rd Person: Work7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Nestled in a little dip of the earth in central Alabama lies acres and acres of tall waving corn stalks that rattled in the breeze, blankets of dusty green dotted with wisp of leftover white cotton, and the protruding spikes of Christmas trees preparing for the holiday season. A lone dirt road wraps around and through each of these but for the majority it was the sole strip past the vast corn field. On such road rattles the old spoked wheels of a horse drawn wagon. Pulled by two great beast and commanded by an old farmer in a checkered button up top and his wife with grey hair in a tight bun. They greeted the old woman dipping apples in hot melted caramel, the young lady weaving ropes to create folksy decorations with crosses and beads, and the two hispanic men chatting away in their native language on the back of a pickup.
Two white houses with long wrapping porches followed on the old dirt road, the homes of the farmers from which the old dusty farm got its name.
On a brownie highI have a sweet tooth, a chocolate tooth and a filled tooth. The latter is a result of the former. In order to keep the filling in its proper place and not yank it out mid-chew, I avoid chewing sticky foods on that side. That means taking a bite of the chocolate, transferring it all to the side which is yet unmolested by the siege of sweetness, and chomping it one-sidedly to slush. My jaw does not like this arrangement. It protests. I insist that I’ve received the “overload” memo. It puts up banners and waves flags. It sends a whole “too much strain on this end” message through flag-waving signals. Finally, I give in. I cut back on the chocolate input through chocolate bars and look for substitutes instead. Chocolate mousse. Chocolate cake. Chocolate ice cream. Chocolate choco latte. You get the idea.On a brownie high15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It is every chocoholic’s dream to find something that is rich but not overwhelmingly so. I discovered my something the day I started experimenting with
UntitledChapter 2Untitled18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Sitting on a nearby bench she put her bag in front of her feet and started to find something to eat she smiled when she found her favorite food m&m’s opening the large bag and grabbed a handful of the delicious chocolate. she took in her surroundings and looked around her she was in the forest just outside a abandoned building not far from civilization if she needed supplies. There was no sign of her parents or anyone else that she could see she smiled at the fact that she was finally free of their grip on her she was about to eat another piece of candy when she heard a stick break. Fear quickly gripped her small frame and she instantly froze she didn’t move for fear of being attacked. Slowly she put her candy away and got her bag back on she went over to a nearby tree and hid behind it. The bushes rustled again to reveal a man he looked to be a drug dealer he wore a black hoodie with a purple mask and yellow sunglasses a red symbol was on the front part of the ho
And I'm never alonechapter 1And I'm never alone18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is nothing left to fear
The alarm blared loudly to the lifeless form of Alex Murphy she had just gone to bed not too long ago after getting her homework done for her English and Chemistry class. She was happily snoozing when there was loud knocking on the door suddenly waking her from her slumber.
“Alex wake up you fucking whore” shouted her mother making the 20 year old instantly wake up her heart pounding in her chest making her sit up
“Alright I’m up” she replied stretching and standing up she looked at her clock and sighed today was going to be a long day
Alex sighed and ruffled her chocolate brown hair as she stood up walking over to her dresser grabbing a black tank top and her baggy cargo pants and started to get dressed her socks was the last thing that she started to put on then she began to hunt down her boots as she put her coat on. Cautiously she opened her door and slowly walked out silently closing the door behind her th
Things My Cat's Like to DoThings My Cat's Like to Do2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Things my cats like to do:
Noire: She likes to watch the water and unmentionables in the toilet go round and round when I flush it, she also likes to drink out of it when no ones used it.
-The hallway is clean? She runs up and down the length of it and likes turning in to my room to jump on the side table, to the desk and skid into the window!
-You're trying to read? She'll want to sit right in front of whatever you are doing and purr lovely.
-Trying to sleep? Oh but this is the best time for me to love you! She'll purr and paw at the blankets around my shoulders until I let her in, then she'll stay there purring happily and go to sleep.
-You closed your door but left enough space for me to squeeze through? That isn't enough space! She'll push the door wide open and make her majestic entrance. She usually does this when I've gotten comfortable, I like the door semi-closed when I go to bed and the next thing is why.
-You closed me out of your room? This will not do! She'll
Why Do I Like I.M. Meen???So I've been using I.M. Meen in my videos for half a year now, and I suppose you're wondering why I'm doing it in the first place... Well, I have a lot of reasons why, and I'm going to be completely honest here as to why I love this character. But first, a little backstory...Why Do I Like I.M. Meen???2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Back when I was still a YTP novice, I was browsing through YouTube and one particular video caught my eye. This video was called "The result of I.M. Meen's workout video", and from what I could tell by the thumbnail, it was supposedly a Pokémon YTP with Ash and Chikorita in it. I couldn't just ignore it, so I clicked on the video and started watching it. I was immediately shown a sped-up clip of I.M. Meen's weird dance segment, and I completely LOST IT. This was before I even knew who this character was, so I had never been exposed to such hilarity before. I kept watching and, sure enough, it was a Pokémon YTP all right, with a few I.M. Meen parts thrown in. I watched these parts with great interest, bec
CAMIEONames have been changed to protect the users who took part in this conversation.CAMIEO2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That probably willn't stop you.
I'll continue. So I was in there continuing a discussion with them [DarkNexus] about an "AI" I talked to that was pretty advanced a while back; named Marquee.
But was it an AI, or a human loling at you?
I believed it to be something like that. One of the users was talking about the "make your own AI engine" on sourgeAI. One of the users pointed to the fact that on a hashed .onion directory there was a java database pinned to it.
Make your own AI?
AI chatbot, but yeah.
But we have AI chatbots. Cleverbot etc... What made this on so WRUGOEBHOHIGNRW amazing?
We were talking about the java database and someone wrote a java applet through .onion "quickly" to connect to this database. Turned out that the second he posted the applet, the channel got really quiet, and 5 minutes later, the server ghost booted like 25 of the users.
I'm not sure if it was related. The only people left o
October 15th, 2014.the boy with the shaggy hair & bright eyes & hands dirty from days, no years, tending the earth tells me "I'm homeless & I hang out with crack heads".October 15th, 2014.3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
it is our first date & I'm biting back my laughter thinking "what is my life?" & then I'm thinking "what is his life?" & then I'm thinking "poor kid."
he's wearing his friend's pants & the same shirt I met him in with the pocket holding on with all its flimsy might. & there are his beautiful fingers, aching to touch anything & an hour before I was aching to touch them, too.
& he's telling me how those drugs made him a superhuman, how he could do anything, chat up hot babes, anything. & I'm thinking "is that how he met me?" & I'm thinking "I've got too much baggage already" & I'm thinking about where his mouth has been & I'm thinking about the doctor, the one who doesn't really see me, the one who lets me stand in for his lost love, a warm body. & shouldn't I be tired of being another warm body? & don't I need a warm body too?
he tells me
FishpondSometimes you have small fish in a big pond, or big fish in a small pond. But in this course, those distinctions do not exist. We are all relatively sized puffer fish in a small space of water. No one of us is bigger than the other. Some days one of us may be blown up larger than usual when another feels deflated. And in those times, we use whatever air we have to increase the size of the other. In this small area, there is high congestion, and sometimes it seems there is not spacious room for so many of us to be so inflated. But the extent of love and support is not bound by dimensions of space, hinderences of the ego or distinctions of proverbial idioms. Whatever our size, and whatever our location, friendship and goodness reinstate the fact that we are capable of so much.Fishpond3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That Creeping FeelingWhile I am spiritual and curious about the hereafter, I don’t believe every ghost story I hear. I have never seen an entity or experienced any kind of poltergeist activity. I’ve had what I can only describe as “that creeping feeling”. You don’t always have a sighting. Sometimes, what you have is a sensation. This feeling can be triggered by environmental factors; but it’s when they occur in places without loose wiring, gas leaks, or other probable causes (not to mention safety hazards!) that such accounts become more interesting. I am including here three different instances: in which I have felt something, perceived someone else with me, and finally witnessed something unexplained with my own eyes.That Creeping Feeling3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is a really cool mansion in Massachusetts (now a museum) known as Hammond Castle. It was the home of inventor John Hammond and his wife – for whom he modeled it after a medieval castle. Among thei
~The girl whose heart grew infected~There was a young girl, who was always happy. She had everything she could possibly want. It started when her baby brother was born. Her parents forgot about her. Completely. She cried every night. She sliced her hair, to look like a boy. Everyone called her "Whore." She started cutting, to feel human. A day later, her boyfriend saw her wrists. Scarred. He kissed her wrists saying, "You don't deserve to be that way. Youre beautiful." It made her smile. Later in the week, she broke down. She hung herself in her closet, which her boyfriend saw. He cut the object that was tied around her neck. He was crying, and rushed her to the hospital. She got 13 stitches, which got a little infected. Her boyfriend worried, and watched over her from now on.~The girl whose heart grew infected~3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He's my guardian. I love him.
SpiderwebAt the ceiling a spider slowly spins its web. I like to observe them when they laboriously link individual threads. Sometimes it takes them less time, sometimes all day. And every time they put everything that they know in the act of creation. The end result is very often beautiful.Spiderweb4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And often there's someone who, looking with crooked eye on the newly spun cobwebs, destroys it, leaving it tore down. Only fragments remain, or just nothing. But spider is going back and spins its web again, if not in this place, then in another.
I sit and watch this particular spider, which is precisely in the middle of its work. This spider came back several times already. How easy it's to destroy something that is being built for so long. Sometimes, by the actions of others, as in the case of my spider, sometimes alone. It's difficult to create, easier to destroy. But you can't fall to the ground, claiming that it's not worth to rise. You always have to find the strength to rebuild the world.
I am the sp
So here's the thingI really think you are a beautiful human being, and nothing’s going to change my mind about that no matter what you do. Perhaps I say that often to you, but it is true. Some say that this love is the love that blinds me, but I say that it is a love that opens my eyes to a whole new world of life…a better world.So here's the thing4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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Как написал бы Киплинг, слушай, мой милый мальчик, слушай хорошенько и запоминай. Когда Земля была еще совсем-совсем новая...
В одном небольшом селении жила де
Tickle CampSo a couple weekends ago the temple but I work as a volunteer for was going on a retreat. It's basically a two day camp thing. We get students from our temple and a few tables from around the area and we all go spend a weekend together. So I was volunteering to be one of the "counselors".Tickle Camp4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After a long and drawn out two hour bus ride with a bunch of overly energized 13 and 14-year-olds, we made it to the camp. It was after we got to the camp but I found out that the cabin that I would be in charge of was going to be a boy cabin. (Some guys do end up in girl cabins). Anyway, I met up with the five boys in that would be under my "command". Their names were: Eric, Danny, Josh, Zack, and Alex. They were all 14 except for Danny who is 13. After meeting up we headed to the cabin and set everything up. And after that the Camp manager told us that the original evening plans we're going to be canceled because of weather issues. So instead I sat the five boys down and we all got to know each othe
TG Anakin to Queen Amidala (Request)TG Anakin to Queen Amidala (Request)4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
After being rejected by the Jedi council for apparently being to old to start Jedi padawan training, Anakin was sitting in his room alone. "Maybe Qui-Gon was wrong, I do not feel like very, chosen." Anakin said to himself. While Anakin thought about his whatever role Qui-Gon thought for him, the council had just gotten word that Queen Amidala ship had lost contact on their way to Sabu. The queen supposed to be at the top of a galactic senate. Without her there however, the other races would be in a frenzy and it could spark an uproar. With no other choice, the council came to there only conclusion until they are able to make contact with the queens missing ship.
A few days later, Anakin was called up by the council for a 'special' predicament. Thinking they were going to finally make him Obi-Wans padawan, he went with them to a secret room. "Anakin, listen to me very carefully, this is most important." Obi-Wan said kneeling down. "Your training will have to be put on hold for a while,
Decatur Is Why am I a writer again?Decatur Is4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I generally don’t like people all that much. Observing people only makes me cynical. Or maybe being cynical made me stop watching people. People watching is hard.
I try to not listen, but voices seep through anyway. At Starbucks, I watch Decatur, but with anxiety. I look back at the computer, but I hear the door open again. Head up. Down. Up. Down. I need to be working – I don’t want to listen – so I try to not pay attention. But I do.
young children tugged through Starbucks by a caffeinated, worn-out but impeccable mother,
--She’s in a hurry, so her wallet is out and her child promptly demands something unintelligible. I pray it’s not a coffee drink.
young boys and girls in YMCA soccer uniforms,
Stroller Valley and the babies come parading in th
Knee-jerk rants: The Stanley Parable (Spoilers)This is a game that was and still is considered a work of art. I don't think it's 'art.' The notion of games being art is a common thing, but the main aspect of games are the gameplay; the interactivity, a product of coding. Perhaps that programming in and of itself is an art, but a game then is merely a composition of multiple art pieces rather than art itself. Sort of like a Voltron of art: the visuals, the sound, the narrative and the gameplay, all individually art, but together form a collaboration that presents an experience held up by an amalgamation of each part. Is the amalgamation of art, art? I suppose it must be. I can't really consider it art as much as any other work, really. It's made to entertain more than to convey a message.Knee-jerk rants: The Stanley Parable (Spoilers)5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ok, enough pretentiousness, time for business.
The Stanley Parable was a game I puchased and played to oblivion some time ago (last year, if my memory still works), and stumbling upon some youtube vid