Writing-Rampage

[VIDEO] (I suggest you listen to, "It's just a burning memory". For this chapter) Tim’s parents woke up, thinking it was a normal morning as usual. They noticed that Tim hasn’t left his room yet. “Hey, Honey,” Tim’s dad said. Tim’s mom had just come into the kitchen and sighed, “Is Tim awake?” Dad asked while he took a sip of his coffee, “He seems to wake up later than usual. He’s quiet, too.” Tim’s mom replied, “He’s going to be late for school if he doesn’t wake up. Could you wake him up?” “Sure,” Dad replied. Dad stood up and went to Tim’s room. The floorboards creaked as he walked through the hallway, which was lined with family pictures, and even a family picture of Tim when he was younger. When he opened the door to Tim’s room, Tim wasn’t there, his bookbag was still there, his dream journal was still open, the bed was empty yet tidy, and the only sound was the fan and the blaring alarm from his digital clock. It was slowly flashing the time that Tim was supposed to wake up

[DEVIATION] It took him a moment before he finally signaled the waiter. Two glasses arrived shortly after—mine lighter, his unchanged. He barely glanced at them. “Let’s not rush,” he said, his voice low, measured. I adjusted slightly in my seat, crossing my legs again, aware of how deliberate every movement now felt. The room hadn’t changed, and yet something had. The distance between us, for one. “You work at Rana’s place,” he went on. “Temporary arrangement, I assume.” “Yes.” “And you’re married.” It wasn’t a question. I held his gaze. “I am.” He nodded, as if confirming a detail already filed away. “Good,” he said quietly. “That simplifies things.” I didn’t like the way he said that. “What exactly are we talking about?” I asked. A faint smile touched his lips—not amused, not kind. Controlled. “I arrange experiences,” he said. “Private ones. For a very select clientele.” He let that sit between us. “Discreet. Well-compensated. And… carefully curated.” I didn’t interrupt this

Hiya! I'm askzerthverse and ive been developing my original fiction verse since i was 11. My goal to get a community/fandom for the verse i worked hard to build. [DEVIATION] Book plot timeline! zerthverse intro iceberg lore! But first i need your thoughts and questions about both documents. Feel free to ping or dm me them if you don't want to post here. And tell me which doc your asking questions or thoughts from so i can answer good!

THE DAILY DRIFT: "Merman Spotted Off Hawaiian Coast" By Elena Wave, Staff Reporter - National Geographic Online (Light Edition)  HONOLULU, HAWAII — Marine biologists at the Crystal Waters Institute were left speechless yesterday when they confirmed the first living sighting of a merman, but it wasn't just his shimmering scales that caught their attention. The specimen, who identified himself as Marlin Sandbar, was discovered lounging on a sun-drenched sandbar near the Maui coast. While folklore often depicts these creatures as reclusive and feral, Marlin proved to be exceptionally hospitable and unexpectedly fashion-forward. Dr. Lila Reef, lead marine biologist, described the encounter: "We were studying coral bleaching when this young male with a vibrant sea-green tail swam right up to our submersible. He had fair skin, messy blonde hair, and the most curious aqua-blue eyes. He even seemed to smile and wave before darting off with a pod of dolphins." Unlike darker folklore

[DEVIATION] When I realized I would never be able to repay the €5,000—which had meanwhile grown to €7,500 under the crushing interest imposed by the loan shark—I decided to go to his office and ask for an extension. His nickname was “The Frog,” because his face resembled one, including the bulging cheeks he puffed up when he got angry. “An agreement is an agreement,” he told me coldly. “You have until tomorrow evening to bring me €8,000.” “It’s seven thousand five hundred,” I said timidly. “That was yesterday. Eight thousand tomorrow!” he snapped, in a tone that left no room for argument. That evening, I decided to confide in Ingrid, my German wife. She knew nothing about my gambling debts and was completely taken aback. After sharply scolding me for the mess I had gotten myself into, she became firm and decisive. “With what I can withdraw from my account in Berlin, we can reach €7,000. But I’m coming with you to pay him back. And I’ll be the one to ask for an extension or a

Imagination Time: (Touch Fluffy Tail By Ken Ashcorp) [VIDEO] 1. NightDread Revelation! (TAWOG/TWWWOG AU) - Young adult Gumball and Darwin just got jobs working for company called HiveHex with CEO named Zosia Hex. *Sigh* "I can't believe you got me to agree to this?" The blue feline as you can tell wasn't exactly happy about this. "Come on Gumball give it a shot!" Darwin said with a smile as the two brothers were on a strange vehicle taking them to a faraway please. "Besides it could be a big adventure of itself, we us learning about love and friendship! Darwin soon had a whole smile and blight eyes. *Chuckle* "Always seen the bright side, brother!" Gumball said chucking little bit while rolling his eyes. "You're Goddamn right I am!" Darwin said with a lot of pride in his voice. Later on, everything has gone wrong with many people missing with a lot of blood on the floors and walls! There were only one Survivor being Darwin with him being knocked out and seem to now having green

[DEVIATION] By now, everyone in town knew how it worked. Mary had learned it first. Sheila had confirmed it. The square filled faster each time. The silence came sooner. No one asked questions anymore. So when they stopped her in the middle of an empty street, a hundred yards from the nearest crosswalk, she didn’t think she was about to become part of it. She thought it was a misunderstanding. By the time they brought her into the courtroom, most of the town had already heard what she had done. Not theft. Not violence. Not even disorderly conduct. She had crossed the street about a hundred yards from the nearest marked crosswalk, in full daylight, with no cars coming from either direction. When the officers had stopped her and informed her that she would be cited, she had laughed in disbelief and told them to give her a break. That had been enough. Now she sat stiffly at the defense table in the same pale blouse she had worn at her clothing store that morning, her handbag taken away,

(I suggest you listen to "Nevermind, everything's okay". SONGS WILL VARY ON PLOT OF THE CHAPTER) [VIDEO] CHAPTER 4: THE LAST HOURS OF SCHOOL Back in that classroom, we sat at our tables again, waiting for the next instructions. The classroom was still colorful and lively, but felt more off ever since that encounter. Then, Ms.C announced, “Welcome back, class!” She cheered and then continued, “It’s the final hour of the day already! Now, we’re going to try to make friendship bracelets. Everyone can wear bracelets, not just one person.” She did have a point. It can’t just be a specific person who can wear a bracelet. “Feel free to grab as many beads as you want for your bracelet, and if you don’t want to make a bracelet, that's fine.” Ms.C announced. Most of the students went up to grab some beads with letters or colors, while some just sat down and drew.  But I decided to make a bracelet as a gift. I went up and grabbed some letters and color beads. I tried making the bracelet

I write these words to staunch the bleeding inside, then read them and cringe. I reword, erase, afraid you’ll see what I dare not say lest it cause you worry, lest it cause you pain. I cannot drink, cannot snort, cannot write these feelings away. So they bury deep, festering, leaving me hollow, hurting, wishing I could drown them silence them someway.

This is the origin story of the Easter Bunny. In the time before calendars were carved into stone, when the world still whispered in the language of seasons, the Earth lay in a long, cold slumber. The sun was a shy ember behind a veil of grey clouds, and the fields were a bleached husk of the green they would one day become. In a hollow at the base of the ancient Oak of Dawn, a tree older than the mountains themselves, lived a small, silver‑furred rabbit named Liora. She was the youngest of a long line of “Moonwatchers,” rabbits who spent their nights perched on the oak’s low branches, listening to the faint music of the world’s heartbeats. Their ears were tuned not only to the rustle of leaves but also to the subtle sighs of the Earth. Liora’s world was simple: nibble on the tender shoots that dared to push through the frozen soil, keep watch for the prowling foxes that dared to stir, and, most importantly, listen. The elders taught her that the Earth’s soul sang a different song