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IntroductionSome stories are like fairy tales; a hero and his damsel in distress defeat the evil villain and slay his dragon. Some stories are just the opposite. The once-glorious hero turns on everyone whom he knows and loves, destroying everything in his quest for power. This story is neither here nor there. This story does not lie in-between, or even in the same plane. For you see, this is not just any story, it is many. There is never really just the single story; haven't you ever wondered the fate of the old wizard who taught the young hero, or where he came from? What of his princess, surely she had a life outside of being kidnapped. You see, this is not just any story, nor is it just my story. This is the story of my friends, my family, my enemies. This is our story, and soon enough, it will be your story. This is our story of love, hate, and everything in-between. This is our story of relationships and betrayals, of life and death. This is our story, and soon enough, it will be your story.
DreamAll the world around us, is it really what is seems?
Utopia day after day, the old recurring themes
Rose-tinted glasses over our eyes, since the day we're born
Then one day they're taken, seeing the truth we're torn
Devestated, we start anew, learning everything again
Despite the darkness inside of us, we still try not to sin
Life is Hell for the longest time, every break a gleam
Trying to wake from the nightmare, or at least go back to the dream
Those that manage to return, never happy are they
Nostalgia blinded them, for their foolishness they pay
Those that stay, in a permanent fog is their head
For most this state will stay with them until the day they're dead
Happiness comes in the package we've come to know as love
Though many choices are gone, thanks to the voices above
Life is Hell for the longest time, every break a gleam
Trying to wake from the nightmare, or at least go back to the dream
Santa ClausSanta Claus, Father Christmas, as to some he's called
Each year it's around the world, that he does get hauled
Now I hope you know that he's not real, at least in traditional sense
But if you think that he doesn't exist then you are really quiet dense
He exists as the spirit, the joy of the holiday season
To stop believing in Santa Claus is akin to committing treason
A world without Santa, it would be so very bleak
A hopeless world, that I hope no one should soon seek
WinterWinter gives way to the beauty of snow
There is no place a white blanket can't grow
Such beauty is better unrestrained and free
Covering the shortest bush and the tallest tree
A sheet of snow is an inspiration of all art
It's so very close to many a heart
Brighter than the summer, but oppositely warm
Here in Seattle, a good break from the norm
FearHumans fear the great unknown
Whether inky black depths or hallowed bone
We stay to the light and stray from the dark
Fearing on our innocence, it shall leave a mark
It is natural, so why do we fight it?
It is only an error, in a world so brightly lit
And yet to err is human, to forgive, divine
Or that's how it's supposed to be, in this world of mine
Random quotes from mePersonally, I just find the whole idea of a giant man in the sky creating everything ridiculous.
If you can't imagine a possibility, you can never hope to comprehend the truth.
I'm like a die. Just push me a bit and you'll get an entirely new face.
If people keep relying on the same morals as their ancestors, how can we honestly expect to go anywhere?
The meaning of life? Simple, it's forty-two.
A witty comment? How about this?
I'm not an obstacle in the path. I'm the desire to peer into the woods.
The game? I stopped doing that long ago. Why? It's stupid.
I don't quote others. They just happened to say the same thing I was going to long before I did.
Magaran Story introThis is a story. Well I guess not yet, as I haven't set down a plot or characters or anything like that quite yet, but trust me, before the time that you finish reading this, the first chapter, it will be. Well I guess this isn't quite a chapter yet, but again, it will be by the time it's done. So anyway, the thing I am typing which shall become a story when I finish typing takes place in the make-believe land of Metanide (no, not Meta Knight) and is the home of out hero. Of course, he's not a hero yet, but he shall become a hero over the course of the story, so I'll just refer to him as a hero, okay?
Anyway, the person who shall become the hero of this story but isn't yet but shall still be referred to as such is named Tamres Weveeth (which is definitely not an anagram for my own name, don't even try it), or is otherwise know as Tam. Now Tam is not just anybody, but he is certainly not everybody, and is nowhere near a nobody. He is actually the prince of the province of Cameria, which
A couple quick coupletsOnce we reach eighteen, we can choose our leader
But until twenty-one, we can't down a liter
To sum up beat-boxing and that thing known as rap
I only have one word to say: crap
Yes I do like other guys, why ask do you?
Of those who admit, I am one of few.
English AssignmentOctober 4, 2010 My aunt, Karen Erak, died last week. She was a scientist, and in her will, she left me her final, untested project: a time machine. I doubted it would work, yet curiosity gets the best of us. As such, here I stand, a satchel of supplies, expecting it to send me back to one-thousand years ago, to the Medieval Ages. I have decided to keep a journal of sorts, so that if I should not be able to come back, it may survive to the time when I would exist, and share my story. I guess all there is to do now is to test it. Without further ado, I take my first steps into the realms of lore.
October 5, 1010(?) To both my expectations, and surprise, the time machine did work, and is here with me. I tested it, going back to the moment I left, and then back to the field in which I initially appeared. The land is as I expected it to be, rather barren, and there was a slight mist around me, which has since disappeared. Whether it was because of the time machine, or simply a
"Mother, please don't make me go, I have nothing to wear and besides I'll be bored out of my skull," I said as I rummaged through my closet in a last ditch effort to try and find something ‘nice’, just in case she insisted that I go to this confounded party. It was just going to be adults, sitting around getting tipsy, and talking about nothing that interested me, sigh! I heard my mother's stern voice from a distance somewhere from within the house "Get ready and I don't want to hear another word about it!" she screamed back.
An hour later, we drove in silence to a friend of my mothers home, that she had known since childhood, who was giving a dinner party reunion at a rented hall down a long driveway and across the road from where she lived. We were greeted then lead into her formal sitting room, where the fireplace was lit and her old 'pug' dog was stretched out in a fitful sleep, snorting and writhing about, like it was chasing some feral cat.
AnchorOnce upon a time a little girl was born.
The little girl lived a safe life in a little town, in a wonderful house with a big garden and a happy family.
She was innocent, she was happy. She looked upon the world with curiosity and always asked many questions. Interested in all.
The world was beautiful, and she was happy. And she was quite certain, it would always be that way.
Her life was amazing - why shouldn't she be happy?
Once upon a time a little girl went to school.
She still lived in the same little town, in the same house with the same garden with her family.
She was still innocent and happy... yet, every now and then something would happen to ever so slightly put down that happiness.
The older kids bugged her a bit, the same did some of the other kids. She didn't understand why.
Yet, life was still good, and she easily brushed it off. She had no reason to not be happy.
Once upon time a little girl believed in the good of the world.
She knew evil existed, had seen it happen seve
SUPER COLLAB BOOK THING! (Asking for participants)Fellow PMDU members, I have an idea. How about all of us work together, and create a story for our characters in PMDU to read and enjoy? A massive collaborative project with no limit to the imagination~
Details can be found behind this link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15DtNWv7Gexh01fU7-XiU_TVxgTas8-r7AUxGZQvRGiI/edit?usp=sharing
Back to SchoolBack to school,
Back to Hell.
Return to education,
Return to incarceration.
Meet the teachers,
Meet the guards.
Students are classmates,
Classmates are inmates.
Desks are their own iron bars,
Like all prisons, there are gangs.
One throws up signs, the other engages silent warfare.
Crips and Bloods,
Jocks and Nerds.
Like every institution, there are signs on the front.
"_______ High School",
"_______ Correctional Facility",
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."
charmcaster and the stonecharmcaster was looking for a way to get revenge on gwen she was searching mystical stone that is said to have magical propertys she found a stump surrounded by pine trees and one that stump was a stone that glowed purple "this must be it!" charmcaster said she picked it up and she fell right on her butt "why did I do that I felt like I forgot how to stand or something" she thought out loud she felt a soft tushy feeling between her legs and butt she looked down and she saw she was wearing a diaper "how did that get there I got to take this off!" charmcaster said she tried to stand up to take the diaper of but just lost balance and fell on her bottom again she had an almost irresistible urge to cry about it but she got over it "what the heck is happening to me!" charmcaster said the diaper was getting poofyer then *blart* "did I seriously just crap my pants?!?" charmcaster was becoming alarmed but slowly she was beginning to like the felt of the soft diaper around her butt it was
Goodbye Long HairDear Long Hair,
What we had was great. But then things started to split and our relationship became a love hate one. Sometimes you'd cooperate and make me feel pretty good about myself. Other times you weren't there like I needed you…Sure you were there but it wasn't like the real you, the good you. Sometimes you just wouldn't decide what you wanted to do with yourself which was hard for me. And I'm sorry that I would pull at you and threaten you, I never wanted to hurt you. I admit, I should have taken better care of you. Life with you was so wishy-washy though and as much as I could love you (at times)it just became a hassle to deal with you. So I let you go, I cut you from my life as cute and wonderful as you may be I had to move on and find something new. I do miss you though especially when I look at old photos. I can get kinda jealous. But then I think "no, I can only see the good things in these photos... these pictures don't show the countless hours of effort I put in and
The Bond of Existence: Prologue Chapter 2The Bond of Existence: Prologue Chapter 2: A Dream Worth Sleeping In For.
Chris woke up with a drowsy dazed after being forced to sleep but he wasn't in his classroom nor anywhere else. But instead he woke up inside what seems to be a pillar but not just any pillar. It was a pillar that looked like a stain glass window in a cathedral or something. "Where.. Where am I..." He said looking up seeing nothing but darkness. "So you have awaken I was getting bored" The voice said to him "What the hell did you do?...Where exactly am I" I asked the voice "Your inside your heart. The source of life and the power to accomplish anything even death itself can't steal the light within your life" She said to him "Wait...what! What the hell are you talking about!?" He said getting up "You mean to tell me that I'm inside my own heart" He said to the voice. The Voice could only said "Yes" Chris then looks to see a trail appearing that of stain glass as well "What the" The voice then said "You have to tr
MilkOne of my earliest memories is of when I first poured for myself a glass of milk. I don't remember exactly how old I was, but until that point, one of my parents had always done it for me. However, they had stepped out for a moment, and I was in the mood for a drink. I lifted the jug up onto the counter and fetched a glass, and at that point inspiration struck.
What would happen if I kept pouring? I had trusted my all-knowing parents without question my entire life, at least up until that fateful day, when I had an idea that was truly my own. I was going to infinity.
I raised the jug and poured, and within moments I was testing my grand idea. Half-full, I could barely contain my excitement. Nearing the rim, I had nearly chickened out; this was where my parents always stopped, should I do like them? No, I would see my idea through to the bitter end. The liquid flowed over the top of its small container, only this and nothing more. I cleaned the spill, and, with me as its only witness, t
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