"Okay seriously, are you stalking me or something? Because every time I go out on a date, you know who I see?"
"Nice to see you again too, how's your day, oh by the way did I mention I ran into my ex earlier?"
"Oh stop it with the sarcasm and explain what the hell you're doing here again."
"Well after the first time when I ruined your night by having your date run away with mine I figured repeating the experience would be incredibly amusing for both of us."
"Well it sure looks like that doesn't it? I mean here we both are, both with other people, completely by coincidence and I..."
"Drag me off to a secluded corner and yell at me, yes. J
"Ow, ow OW! Hey that kinda hurts!"
"Oh you shut up, you're the one who ruined my date by showing up at this restaurant!"
"Why? What's wrong with taking a girl to this restaurant?"
"What's wrong? What's WRONG? This is the restaurant we BROKE UP IN you moron, that makes it special!"
"Hey, you apparently didn't mind Hairgel over there bringing you here. If it's so sacred why didn't you tell him to go somewhere else?"
"..."
"Wait. No way... YOU chose this restaurant?"
"Oh wipe that smirk off your face!"
"It's just... aheh... I can't believe the great and mighty... *snerk* I can't believe you're lecturing ME about how sacred this place is!
Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a magical prince named Caspian. Caspian had a gift: the gift of magic. But a very specific kind of magic: where some with the gift could fly and others light flames with their minds, Caspian could commune with the ground itself.
Many dismissed Caspian's gift as worthless; what good would talking to the ground do, they said? Did he have to eat mud for his ability to work? Some even wondered if he could speak to the ground because he was originally born of the King's tryst with a mud spirit, or at least so said the local gossip-mongers.
But then, all recalled the important fact that Caspian was a
"So a rabbi, a computer salesman, a
blonde, and a Chihuahua walk into a bar and "
"And the rabbi orders a glass of
water, and the computer salesman orders a blue margarita, and do you want me to
finish telling the joke because I've heard it enough damn times by now
Mike!"
"Yeah, so I try and make a joke, so
what? Don't any of you idiots want to hear it?"
Mike turned to the two black-clad men who
were hurriedly moving boxes out of the back of the electronics store, finding
them all too busy to stop long enough to care about their boss' newest futile
attempt at hilarity. They left it up to the first man c
Prompt - Beneath the Broken by moberemk, literature
Literature
Prompt - Beneath the Broken
Ive always believed that there are two kinds of people in the world: the dreamers, and the doers.
The dreamers are the ones who think: the artists, the writers, the philosophers. Theyre the ones who invent, who concern themselves more with the form than the function.
By contrast, theres the doers. Theyre the engineers, the builders, the go-getters, the ones who go out and act rather than think on what-if. I never really understood the appeal of it; why needlessly bind yourself to mundane reality?
Ive always been one of the former: an architect by trade, a sculptor by passion. I love to design thing
My dearest Rosencrantz and Guildenstern,
I trust your part of the plan goes well? Now that Hamlet is off on his grand adventure to England, someone must make sure he remains there quite permanently. That letter youve been carrying from Claudius should ensure the death of the good Prince.
Now then, as to the matter of your compensation for this most dreadful of tasks. Seek out my servant, Reynaldo, the very moment you arrive in England. He will make great haste to ensure your swift reward the moment you give him the letter I have entrusted to you.
Eternally gratefully,
Polonius
Reynaldo,
The two men who have given you this lette
Actions Speak Louder than Words
And here comes Mrs. Militant from across the hedge. Wait, Im sorry, Mrs. Hawkins of the prestigious Hawkins clan, something that she never fails to bring up in every conversation. Of course, hedge is just an expression; its more of a small line of mulch, some flowers, and two stepping stones at her insistence, as anything else would clash with her picture perfect outsourced garden. What could she possibly want now? I swear, if shes here to complain about those racoons again...
Oh no. The cross armed scowl. That pointed nose of hers always seems to be almost an accusation when s
Panic Rush
Kate was in a hurry tonight. She had been sent out by her squadmates to go grab the car and come pick them back up. The problem was that the car was currently parked right in the middle of a group of zombies milling about. This made retrieving the car significantly more complicated then it was at first.
This was the point when she noticed the parking garage across the street. Making her way across, quietly so she didnt draw unwanted attention from the zombies, Kate began to decide what kind of car shed be borrowing tonight.
A few streets over, the rest of her group had set themselves up comfortably to wait for
Hunger
I found a bowl of cherries
It didnt last long
It didnt help the hunger.
Neither do those white mints
Laying in the empty hallways
But they are sustenance, I suppose
The doctors in their long coats
Red and pink and orange
And their fancy walls
Of purest, darkest blue
I guess they were supposed to be comforting
It didnt help the hunger.
The lights start to flash
The doctor in blue rounds the corner
I eat another mint as he turns and runs
Too slow; I caught him
He was tasty
I ate another mint.
Now when they see me
Or hear my whispers
They turn white and run
Down the blue halls; theyre cornered
"Okay seriously, are you stalking me or something? Because every time I go out on a date, you know who I see?"
"Nice to see you again too, how's your day, oh by the way did I mention I ran into my ex earlier?"
"Oh stop it with the sarcasm and explain what the hell you're doing here again."
"Well after the first time when I ruined your night by having your date run away with mine I figured repeating the experience would be incredibly amusing for both of us."
"Well it sure looks like that doesn't it? I mean here we both are, both with other people, completely by coincidence and I..."
"Drag me off to a secluded corner and yell at me, yes. J
"Ow, ow OW! Hey that kinda hurts!"
"Oh you shut up, you're the one who ruined my date by showing up at this restaurant!"
"Why? What's wrong with taking a girl to this restaurant?"
"What's wrong? What's WRONG? This is the restaurant we BROKE UP IN you moron, that makes it special!"
"Hey, you apparently didn't mind Hairgel over there bringing you here. If it's so sacred why didn't you tell him to go somewhere else?"
"..."
"Wait. No way... YOU chose this restaurant?"
"Oh wipe that smirk off your face!"
"It's just... aheh... I can't believe the great and mighty... *snerk* I can't believe you're lecturing ME about how sacred this place is!
Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a magical prince named Caspian. Caspian had a gift: the gift of magic. But a very specific kind of magic: where some with the gift could fly and others light flames with their minds, Caspian could commune with the ground itself.
Many dismissed Caspian's gift as worthless; what good would talking to the ground do, they said? Did he have to eat mud for his ability to work? Some even wondered if he could speak to the ground because he was originally born of the King's tryst with a mud spirit, or at least so said the local gossip-mongers.
But then, all recalled the important fact that Caspian was a
"So a rabbi, a computer salesman, a
blonde, and a Chihuahua walk into a bar and "
"And the rabbi orders a glass of
water, and the computer salesman orders a blue margarita, and do you want me to
finish telling the joke because I've heard it enough damn times by now
Mike!"
"Yeah, so I try and make a joke, so
what? Don't any of you idiots want to hear it?"
Mike turned to the two black-clad men who
were hurriedly moving boxes out of the back of the electronics store, finding
them all too busy to stop long enough to care about their boss' newest futile
attempt at hilarity. They left it up to the first man c
Prompt - Beneath the Broken by moberemk, literature
Literature
Prompt - Beneath the Broken
Ive always believed that there are two kinds of people in the world: the dreamers, and the doers.
The dreamers are the ones who think: the artists, the writers, the philosophers. Theyre the ones who invent, who concern themselves more with the form than the function.
By contrast, theres the doers. Theyre the engineers, the builders, the go-getters, the ones who go out and act rather than think on what-if. I never really understood the appeal of it; why needlessly bind yourself to mundane reality?
Ive always been one of the former: an architect by trade, a sculptor by passion. I love to design thing
My dearest Rosencrantz and Guildenstern,
I trust your part of the plan goes well? Now that Hamlet is off on his grand adventure to England, someone must make sure he remains there quite permanently. That letter youve been carrying from Claudius should ensure the death of the good Prince.
Now then, as to the matter of your compensation for this most dreadful of tasks. Seek out my servant, Reynaldo, the very moment you arrive in England. He will make great haste to ensure your swift reward the moment you give him the letter I have entrusted to you.
Eternally gratefully,
Polonius
Reynaldo,
The two men who have given you this lette
Actions Speak Louder than Words
And here comes Mrs. Militant from across the hedge. Wait, Im sorry, Mrs. Hawkins of the prestigious Hawkins clan, something that she never fails to bring up in every conversation. Of course, hedge is just an expression; its more of a small line of mulch, some flowers, and two stepping stones at her insistence, as anything else would clash with her picture perfect outsourced garden. What could she possibly want now? I swear, if shes here to complain about those racoons again...
Oh no. The cross armed scowl. That pointed nose of hers always seems to be almost an accusation when s
Panic Rush
Kate was in a hurry tonight. She had been sent out by her squadmates to go grab the car and come pick them back up. The problem was that the car was currently parked right in the middle of a group of zombies milling about. This made retrieving the car significantly more complicated then it was at first.
This was the point when she noticed the parking garage across the street. Making her way across, quietly so she didnt draw unwanted attention from the zombies, Kate began to decide what kind of car shed be borrowing tonight.
A few streets over, the rest of her group had set themselves up comfortably to wait for
Hunger
I found a bowl of cherries
It didnt last long
It didnt help the hunger.
Neither do those white mints
Laying in the empty hallways
But they are sustenance, I suppose
The doctors in their long coats
Red and pink and orange
And their fancy walls
Of purest, darkest blue
I guess they were supposed to be comforting
It didnt help the hunger.
The lights start to flash
The doctor in blue rounds the corner
I eat another mint as he turns and runs
Too slow; I caught him
He was tasty
I ate another mint.
Now when they see me
Or hear my whispers
They turn white and run
Down the blue halls; theyre cornered
just gonna post this everywhere. i have zero intentions of ever releasing nfts. if you see an nft of my work, it is a scam and you are paying for something you will never own. you were warned. now imma move on with my life XD
Computer Science/English major-to-be, club exec, freelance developer, and sexy playboy billionaire who fights crime in a bat costume. One of these is a lie. Current residence: Canada
Favourite Movies
Star Trek XI
Favourite TV Shows
Right now...probably Community, New Girl, Castle, and Archer
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Mami Kawada, One Ok Rock, Marianas Trench, and everything Shoji Meguro
Favourite Writers
Peter David
Favourite Games
KOTOR II,
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Adobe, Sublime Text, and the nearest whiteboard
Other Interests
Video Games, Star Trek, Star Wars, webcomics, Doctor Who/Torchwood, Kyle XY/Greek, World Conquest!
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