Chapter 3 MisunderstandingsMore Like This
Chapter 3 - Misunderstandings
Excited Stormpaw started bouncing again. Even Smokepaw did let go of his usual composure and ran wildly in circles.
"We go to the gathering! We go to the gathering!"
Lilypaw sat next to them and laughed.
"You will have lots of fun! It is really very interesting!"
Smokepaw stopped abrupt, his gray-brown fur was bristling with excitement.
"That's right! You were already there last moon! And, how was it?"
But before the she-cat had a chance to respond, Weaselfur Leopardstripe called for their apprentices. Since the attacks had begun Morningstar did not trust the truce enough to travel after dawn. The Moonclan left his camp always long before dark.
"Have fun at the gathering, " shouted Lilypaw happily and waved her tail, while Ashpaw watched his two lucky denmates rather enviously.
"You also have fun guarding the camp, " called Stormpaw over his shoulder and in the same moment he realized how misleading he must have sounded.
In fact, Lilypaw frowened at him.
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The Art of VILLAINYMore Like This
The Art of VILLAINY ~ Making Realistic Villains for your Fiction ~
"People will do far more to Avoid Pain than they will to Seek Pleasure."
-- CIA Profiler Gavin DeBecker on Human Nature
When I craft a villain, I go out of my way to make darned sure that my fictional villains are as realistic as the villains we face in real life. I begin by giving them ordinary human Issues.
Within every villain (fictional and non-fictional) there's a human issue at core that drives them to BE villains in the first place. Even mass murderers have reasons (however twisted) for doing what they do.
NO villainous action is RANDOM.
The victim may be randomly chosen, but the action -- no matter how twisted -- always has a reason behind it. That reason is ALWAYS driven by a very human issue triggered by an unfulfilled and essential human need.
Key Human Issues:
* Desire for Connection
Stop right there and listen.(WARNING; Swearing ahead. If you can't stand it, then skip this journal.)More Like This
You. Yeah you, the person who thinks they're ugly or not worth it.
Stop right there and listen. Don't let the bad things people say get to you. Don't let yourself be controlled. You are worth more than that. You are alive, and the way you are, for a reason. For a good fucking reason. Don't think plastic surgery can help you there.First, it might be dangerous. Second, people who don't care about you just because they think you're not pretty enough are not worth your damn time. You are beautiful. Believe me, or don't. But don't let those assholes tell you what you are and what you're not, because as much as I don't know you, they don't know you either. So don't let them say this bullshit. They're wrong. At least, people like me are trying to let you know that you are not defined by what society thinks. Just think for yourself. You are not alone, okay? There are people who feel the same way
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I don't want to listen anymore.
Get out of my head!
I can't depend on anyone.
There is no way to save me.
If it's up to me to make the voices leave,
I am powerless.
All I can do is try and drown them out with music.
I find myself closing up.
No need to worry anyone.
sometimes pain is the only way to tone things down.
I really hope things change.
Whispers of the sweet release offered by a blade seduce.
I can't though.
I have reasons not to.
I want to be free,
but I can't escape myself.
People are busy.
People are stressed.
People are sick.
Who am I supposed to talk to?
Who could I trust?
I can only cry and crank the volume of my music.
Sleep would be best,
but I can only sleep so much.
Go away go away GO AWAY!!!
and take my pain with you!
I am such an idiot.
Precious Rain pours onto tiny shoulders shivering walking home after a long day of work and classes. Amy Rose, a smallish hedgehog tugs her thin jacket closer to her chin as she swiftly walks down sidewalks and residential roads. She hates her job, she hates her house and she hates her classes at college. What else was she supposed to do though? Thunder rolls off in the distance and wind picks up, making the dense humidity stick to her cheeks. She had an umbrella but it’s a piece of junk like everything else she owns it seems. It sways in the wind as she holds it tighter, she just wants to be home. Her tiny junk home, but it’s warm and dry. It isn’t very safe because it’s in a not-so-safe neighborhood, but she has a little revolver on her nightstand that makes her feel better at night. A little gray house with red doors, a ramshackle garden and a porch swing. It definitely wasn’t perfect but it was hers. Rounding the corner she spots a familiar blackMore Like This