Some times a writer cannot finish the fight,
Or wrap up the victory day,
Some times weary minds cannot write,
cannot think of what to say,
Will the hero succeed, bringing peace?
Or shall villains win this day?
The world in our hands, will it cease,
filling with darkness and decay?
It's all up to us, so why don't you hush?
Don't fuss about our ways,
for we choose who may die in a rush.
Forgotten, within the fray.
Time is taken as we spin the tale,
ancient and forgotten.
Histories made and put on sale,
fiction for the children,
But we know. We've seen the flail,
broken, at the very end.
I looked at the time left for Nanao to restore, half an hour. It should be plenty of time. "Wonderland, What's your remaining power levels?"
"I can function for another hour and a half, though it's recommended that I charge up sooner than that." She said, turning to me. "Why?"
I smiled to her. "I have some business to deal with."
She looked worried. "You aren-"
"No, I'm not going to go kill that guy." I rolled my eyes, snagging a folder from the desk. "The pictures I got from you should be plenty to take to the police. You still have back-ups of them though, right?"
"Good. I'll be back in a little. You can watch over our lit
Marili pulled her stuffed penguin closer and glanced around nervously. They need to go away. These scary people are keeping her friends away, they won't talk to her if they're here.
"Marili, I need you to tell us what happened." A woman in a nice suit came and sat next to her, speaking in a sugar-sweet tone that her friends told her to be wary of.
"Go away! You're scaring them!" She shouted. Why won't they listen to her. Her friends need her, they need her to take them home. She can't do that if these meddling grown-ups keep getting in her way. She learned the word 'meddling' from her favorite show, Scooby-Doo.
She looked at the girl quizz
Clearly, I haven't really been around. Though I might start putting some of my art and original writings here again though. Cleaning out some of my old stuff! I have to figure out what doesn't embarrass me too much, I'll probably leave most of my original stuff.
Maybe a bit of a change of scene putting stuff here will help rekindle my spirit or something. idk.
I find my self with a lack of motivation. Plenty of inspiration, of course (I'll probably come up with at least a few story ideas before I'm done typing this, I already have two...), but motivation eludes me. Why? I recently learned That I've practically, not quite though, been lied to about my dad's 'situation'(I will NOT elaborate), it having been painted so prettily and the world seeming to be the enemy because she apparently didn't think that it was something I should know unless I asked (My mother ended up telling me what she knew). I'm panicky about my bad grades and feeling untalented. All the comments I get are from friends I know and