Toxic People
**They just for people who are willing to destroy their acquaintances just so he can elevate themself above others. Why are there such people? You can't be satisfied with what you have in life .. You should be happy with what you see in other people and just be inspired**.
know you also know such a person?
Perhaps we are accustomed to humans being worse than animals. We thought they were real friends but despite everything, the issue is just to get their attention .. .you are the one who is silent and focused on your dreams and then you will know that someone is ready to ruin you to others just to make him happy ...
Are you as a friend? As in true friend. Of course you are ready to make him proud to others that you have a kind friend and are ready to accompany you.
Different types of toxic people.
First
You will approach and talk to you, until he knows your biographies then spread to others the wrong issue that became difficult because something was done wrong, there was a problem in the family. .That's how it is when Marites, I'll talk to others just to get a new Signal so that I can tell other people that the storytelling is wrong. .
Second
This is the person you thought was very sober, kind and friendly. There are many people like this who are ready to be kind to you when you first meet them and then after months they will change their attitude towards you. . Such a toxic person is kind when you are with him but when you are not with him he insults others.
We know what is right and what is wrong, we can go to church and we can pray to our lord. So we know if we have sinned against our lord . . But why is it that Toxic people only become happy when they insult someone just so they can overcome it ..
We are all born into this world with different behaviors. .
Different behaviors of people.
Good person
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Probably all people have this behavior, there are only people who really don't show their kindness because they go through what they do or they just show it to the people around them.
Bad person
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Jusko nowadays there are a lot of bad behaviors, the youth are losing respect for the elders. I can't say what happened because of their bad behavior .. . Because I'm not like that toxic person out there who is willing to live with other people so that they can become Bida. .
I'm not angry with judgmental people, but as a good person of course we get hurt, right? So it became my topic because one of my friends was making me issue.
When I was in High School, he became my friend because of my friends, I was always with them because of course we know that High School is the happiest because we can do what we want to do. .
I can only say this because it's too much Haha. But I will not say what he tells me. All I can say is how he got along with me.
She became my friend because of my Bestfriend because I'm a quiet person they come to me to talk, while my toxic friend always asks me for money because he doesn't have anything but he says she will pay until he can't pay what he borrowed money.
I did everything just to be good friends with him. Until I discovered his habit that he was one of the toxic people or toxic friends.
So in today's time, the person is lucky to find a true friend, ready to help you and support you when you are sad in life ..
***Closing Thoughts:***
It's not that I'm insulting toxic people. I just shared my experience so we can avoid them. Yes I know we can't avoid them because they are not just friends but also neighbors.
Let's live in this world only once let's make our lives colorful and happy. Let's do things that will make others and our families happy. Let's help people in need. . Don't impose PRIDE on yourself, be humble because we don't need to elevate ourselves to others just to be known. Just be kind always, let's just think of our family and focus on dreams so that we can enjoy and be happy without being trampled or insulted. .
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***My Previous Article:***
**Happy Anniversary** https://read.cash/@Caroline17/happy-anniversary-f7ac3b52
**Have fun for this special day** https://read.cash/@Caroline17/have-fun-for-this-special-day-b9210ffd
Happy Anniversary
Since February 19,2019.
**Happy 3rd Anniversary** 🥰❤️
I'm so very happy and blessed that I will meet my boyfriend.
**December 2019**
That was the month I first met him at the company I work for. Goldilocks Cake Shop. .first I didn't really pay attention to him because I didn't think about having a boyfriend because I was just focused on my goal of being able to help my siblings and parents with daily expenses ..
So this is me now I will just share with you the happy moments my boyfriend and I had during our 3 years together 😊
**First Date Enchanted Kingdom**
April 2019 my boyfie went home to tell me and let my parents know that we were going to the enchanted kingdom 😊 I was allowed but we left at noon when we arrived in the enchanted kingdom it was 1pm in the afternoon so we only enjoyed it for about 4 hours init pa .haha we haven't brought an umbrella yet.so we just chose the ones we rode ...
**First we ride Anchors away**
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Haha we don't know what to do after we ride as if our souls are left because we don't like to ride scary rides like the space shuttle hahaha .. .so we were getting weak right away so I decided to just ride the ones I could enjoy instead of riding the deadly rides 🤣 .
**2nd ride jungle log jam**
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I really enjoyed it hahaha that's why I bumped my head on his head when we went down haha then as we read, we haven't brought any extra clothes yet. Our next rides were Rio Grande, Ferris Wheel and we entered the Agila the Experience. .
That's the last time we went after we took a selfie with my boyfriend in a beautiful place so we could enjoy the surroundings of the Enchanted kingdom.
Entering the year 2020 before the lockdown, my boyfie and I were able to date in Batangas.
**First date Fantasy World**
It is located in lemery batangas which is called disney land of the philippines, but it did not continue so it was abandoned because it ran out of money.
So they just made it a tourist attraction and they put an entrance fee to maintain its beauty. With the beautiful and very cold air, you will really enjoy the views you will see .. .so my boyfie and I took a selfie while touring the fantasy world
But despite everything because we don't know the going we almost spend big on the fare haha because we don't know where we are riding haha 🤣. But we enjoy it because the important thing for us is that we are together.
Year of 2021 we can hardly date in distant places because of the spread of the Virus around the world. Almost all countries have lockeddown. So if the two of us wander around it's just nearby but we're happy because despite everything our family is safe. .the philippines have suffered badly in Covid 19 almost the poor are suffering even more now. But because our lord is merciful, we can only hope and trust in him that this pandemic in the world will also end ...
Now the year 2022 is one we will never forget and that is the happiest because First time we date we haven't had a massage. He used their motor at home so we had so much fun with our rides 😊 less cost and the trip was even faster when the Motorcycle was really used to avoid traffic.
**First date this year 2022**
We went to St. Pedre Pio Church to pray because we really wanted to go there for a long time, it was good and it went on hehe.
He is so big that the church almost has an extension because so many people come.
Second we went ridge picnic groove 😊
Here we ate lunch we just bought food on 7/11 because the vendors inside were expensive. We forgot to buy jollibee because we didn't know where to go to the ridge haha we just used Google Map to get there .. .
**Closing thoughts**
Almost everything I mentioned is just our first date because it's too long for me to do when I include everything in the topic haha 🤣 maybe I'll be Marites by that.
This Anniversary we are not together because we have work so on Sunday we can celebrate 🥰 I'll just go to their house and then we'll just cook for less expense .. After non we will go to church to thank the lord that our relationship has become stable. Just stay strong always and trust each other . No cheating😊
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Have fun for this special day
This day is special day for everyone. We can all celebrate valentines even if you are single you can enjoy because there are some friends who are ready to come with you to celebrate the day of hearts, the family is also there to celebrate. .
So even if i can't be with my boyfriend today, i will be happy and celebrate what i want to do. I then remembered my parent's story. . Back then when it was valentine's day when they weren't together they just made a long sweet message so that somehow they were happy .. .
So my plan now is to write a simple message for my boyfriend.
Because on February 17, my boyfriend and I will celebrate our 3years anniversy🥰 even though we are not together now, it is important that we love each other. For 3 years every Valentine's day we can no longer celebrate because we just focus on our anniversary ...
The last time he gave me a flower and chocolate was when he was just flirting with me 🥰 it was so exciting because it was my first time to receive a flower and chocolate hahaha .. .
Maybe some of you already know my love story where and how I met my boyfriend. He is a kind and loving person so I am so thankful to the lord that he is the one he gave me. .I know there will be many trials for the two of us and the time will also come when he will get tired of me and his habits will change but we will be strong as long as we don't really lose trust in each other, support, giving, and of course love😊 . .
Now he will go abroad, our relationship will be long distance for 3 years when he is lucky enough to be selected from the list to go to south korea. .I will be very sad because I really don't want him to go abroad just to reach his dream but because I thought it was for his family so I just support him. I give my best to make him happy every day while he is still here in the Philippines ...
So for singles there ..
Don't despair because one day the right person will come for you too 😊 remember there are millions of people in the world you just don't notice that your true love is around 🥰 ..
Let's go...
Let's Celebrate Valentines 🥰
Let's make your hearts colorful ❤️
What can be done this valentines?
**Travel with a friend**.
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This is a way for us to celebrate valentines together while with a friend. Go to beautiful places and have fun, talk about lives ..
**Eat your favorite dessert.**
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Like cake or ice cream 😊. Me?because I'm not with my boyfriend now, just so I can celebrate valentines I'll buy ice cream 🥰 then I'll buy my parents chocolate so that when I come home from work my parents will be happy because I'm a sweet child to them.
**Watch a movie.**
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Like love story haha for when no one is thrilling you, that's why the movie you watched will thrill you. What is beautiful? K drama sobrang nakakakilig ang mga movie 😍 .
There is much more to do just to celebrate Valentines. Let's not be bitter with ourselves 😊 let's not let loneliness defeat us, let's just be happy always ..
Happy Valentine's day to all ❤️❤️ .
***Author's Note:***
I hope you enjoyed my article. I didn't make a fiction story 😊. Thanks for your time ❤️
Valentine's Day
I haven't felt the same in the month has been gone. I don't feelings as pretty, as confident or as special as I did when he was mine. Its no wonder that I hated the way this dress looked. It was a simple blue and gold dress that almost reminded me of japanese print. It had a black tie in the middle, and was the perfect shape to fit the curves of my hips. It was strapless, and I felt like I looked horrible. The simple black flats and the natural curl to my hair was bothering me more than usual too. It didn't help that I hadn't even wanted to go to this dance. This was the high schools way of creating more fun things to do, but the things is, I would rather sulk then go out dancing on Valentines day.
It wasn't that I had a bad date, okay, I did. I thought he was really sweet before he asked me, but then I was treated Like I was only there to please him. He only asked me so that he wouldn't be going without a date, and I only agreed because my mental estate can't handle another night of crying In my room by myself. Its still hard to enjoy your night when you think you look horrible.
We walked, a few inches seperating us to make it clear we weren't together, into the school. Everyone turned, evaluated the space between our arms and then went back to their own dates. I instantly scanned the room, if he was here. Instead, I was met with random colored dressess and decorations to hide the fact that we were in the school gym. I reluctantly plopped down into the chair, and Dan turned around with an ugly look on his face.
"Honestly Sara, can you at least get over yourself for a little while?" My sassy side kicked in, luckily, because that was all I had right now. I stood back up, not matching his height by at least a foot, but that didn't bother me.
"Sure, let me just get over myself. The same way you can get over the fact that you couldn't get anyone else to come with you to this dance." He glanced around making sure nobody heard me. "Next time, be a little more compassionate." I stomped off in the direction of the food. Hopefully there was either bread or chocolate, something to make me feel better.
By the time I ate two rolls, I felt something change in the room. I turned around, and I met his eyes across the room. Even though he was slightly blurry (hard to see when your glasses are suppose to be for long distance and you forget them) I could still tell it was him. I hadn't realized I was walking closer until I was stopped by Dan, and my gaze was ripped from Nick
"Should you be eating all those rolls?" He eyed me like I weighed three hundred pounds.
"Should you be so ugly?" I've had better comebacks, But I felt better. It was the way his eyes hardened that scared me more. He gripped the top of my arm, he stepped closer.
"Don't talk to me like that," he sounded like he was going to hit me, and I tried to back off, But he grabbed my arm tighter.
"Let go, you're hurting me." I tried again, and he pulled me back. "Stop!" I raised my voice slightly, not afraid who heard. There wasn't Much he could do in a crowded Room, but that didn't Stop me From panicking. Then a hand landed on Dan's shoulder. My panicked eyes followed up into the gold eyes that I had Memorized instantly.
"Let her go, before you make a scene." I couldn't move my eyes from Nick, but I felt Dan release my arm And step to the side.
"She can be your problem, her and her big mouth too." Dan went To walk away but Nick stepped in his way.
"By the way" he said, "if you ever try And pull something like that with any girl ever again, you won't get away as easily." then he moved back towards me, letting Dan go back to whoever he was trying to get. Nick placed his hands on either side of my head, his eyes turning more gold as they met mine. "Are you alright?" I couldn't form Words, so I just nodded my head. he seemed to realized what he was doing then and put some distance between us. "Good," he seemed uncomfortable now, like he Wasn't sure what to do.
"Thank you." I said, Tucking my hair Behind my ear. He looked me up and Down and then looked around.
"Neither of us want to be here. Let's go somewhere we are both more comfortable." He walked Towards the door, knowing I would follow him, even if I knew where we are going. He walked toward the auditorium and unlocked the doors, turning on the lights. I shivered With the initial Temperature change. It was at least ten degrees Colder in here, and I was Barely wearing a dress. I pulled myself Up onto the stage and hung my feet over the edge. Nick sat down Next to me, and handed me a roll. I smiled And watched him eat one of his own. "I heard what he said, there's no reason to be self-conscious. I think you look breathtaking. I always have." I glanced Down at my roll and ripped a piece Off to eat.
"I look alright, I didn't put much effort into it."
"It's not like you had to." He glanced over at me. "Why don't you feel pretty?" He was always asking these kinds of questions. Before we were even together, we were best friends, and he would constantly ask me these random questions.
"I don't know, I guess I just haven't felt like myself this last month. I was hoping he'd take the hint. He wasn't an idiot by a long shot, especially when it came to me.
"I can tell." He chuckled and I stuffed another piece of roll into my mouth. I took my time to chew it and swallow it, hoping that would stall any awkwardness that might come up. Not that anything between Nick and I was ever awkward. "So tell me, why come to a dance you didn't want to come to?"
"Because I needed to get out of the house. It was just something to occupy my mind, I suppose." I glanced up at him, knowing that he was looking at me. "Why did you come?" I knew Nick wouldn't come to a dance willingly, and not by himself either. "Did you leave your poor date to fend for herself?" He laughed like I was an idiot.
"I didn't come with a date." I knew you'd be here." The sentence startled me, And I'm sure he could tell through my eyes. Nick had been the one to say he wanted to just be friends. It was his decision, and I respected that. Whatever had made him happy, I would oblige t. Of course it's impossible to be just friends with someone you're madly in love with.
"Why would that affect your decision?"I asked, a slight attitude behind my voice. He leaned back on his hands and sighed.
"Turns out, my decision wasn't the best one, so I'd like to make another" I gave him a smirk and leaned forward, letting our knees touch and urging him on.
"So what decision is that?"he sat up, and we were sitting close enough for him to. Kiss me. I hoped to god he would, If I had to hear that he found some other girl after this, I'd probably cry right here and now, before I even finished the thought, he closed the space between us and connected out lips. I smiled slightly, and slid my hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer and making him smile too. We pulled away and met eyes, the rest of the world disappearing and leaving us in our own little spot.
"Happy Valentine's Day to us!"
***Author's Note:***
**I plan to publish it on February 14, because I can't think of a topic and because I'm already busy so now I'll publish .. I hope you enjoy reading 😊**
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1,000 words of love
Sitting in the train, I take my headphones out of my bag and put them on. After scrolling the playlist for a while, I choose a song and press 'play'. This song Time of our lives by Chawki. Our song. It wakes all the memories I've got with him. It's funny, actually, When you think?
First time we met I was just fifteen. He was sixteen and had just got his driving Licence. I was walking home from school and crossing the road, when he nearly killed me, not slowing down on time. Nothing happened,though. Except that I ripped my jeans, but I didn't mind. He got all bothered about me and after shutting down his car -over there, in the middle of the road- ran to me and insisted in taking me to a starbucks. Located next to us. At first, I kept telling him I was Okay, but once I saw he wasn't going to give up, I decided to go. When we entered the cafe, Time of our Lives was playing.
When it was time to go, he asked my number and I gave it to him.
He called me the next day.
Very fast, we became friends. Then best friends. He would come And drive me home from school everyday. I would go and watch his football team play every time they had games. then people at school started asking if we were officially dating. I would always just laugh and shake my head, but secretly, inside my head, I wanted to nod and say 'yes' every time somebody Asked that. However, I decided not to talk about it, so that I wouldn't ruin our great friendship.
He became the only One I trusted enough to tell all my secrets except that I had fallen in love with him. Hard.
Then, the second best day of my life came. I was seventeen. He had just turned eighteen. I smile at the memory. Everyone in the train watches me funnily when I do, but I don't care.
He called me in the morning and told me to wear something nice. He was coming to pick me up. That was something completely normal for him to do, so I dressed up and opened the door when he came without thinking anything special would happen.
"Where are we going?" I asked when we were sitting in the car.
"You'll see." He smiled, smiling a bit.... nervously? I rolled my eyes just like him to do something like this. We drove for half an hour, talking about Nothing apecial.
"Okay, we're here," he said all of a sudden and go out of the car. I got out as well and looked around. I was completely amazed by the place. We were on a shore, the sea went as far as you could see. There was no One else. He smiled at me And went to grab a backbag from the back seat. Then he walked To the grass and took a blanket out of the backbag. He put it on the ground and sat on it. Then he took out a bowl of strawberries and a mini speaker. He put on Time of our lives.
"Well.... Are you coming?"
At that moment, I realized I was still standing there, by the car. "Oh, yeah. What's this place, by the way?" I say, shaking my head, a bit dumbfounded.
"Like it? I found it one day while just driving around."
"I love it!."
"Cool! Take some strawberries!"
"You know," I said after a while. "This is... Kind of... Romantic."
I looked at him And he smiled.
"That's right," he laughed. "I... Actually... Wanted to ask you, if..."
I raised my eyebrows, trying not to let the hope inside me grow too big. He sighed.
"Just come here", he then said. I leaned closer. He put his hands in my brown hair. I was looking in his blue eyes. They were so beautiful. Our noses touched as he leaned closer and closer... And then he pressed his lips to mines. We kissed. For long and laughed. We never really talked about it, but after that, when anyone asked if we were together, I was finally able to nod, and laugh, because For so long, That had been the only thing I really wanted.
A few years later came the best day of my life so far. We were just having a sleepover at my house. My parents Weren't home. He had put On the music and I was dancing, looking like A complete idiot -but hey, I was having fun and didn't care about What I looked like. He laughed at times while trying to study.
The song changed. All of a sudden, he was on the floor, kneeling in front of me, having a little box In his hands.
"Don't you say or do anything! I want to actually say this since I never even really asked you to be my girlfriend!"
I laughed.
"Okay."
"Will you marry me?"
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"YES!!!" I screamed, hugging him and giving him kisses all over his face.
"Hey! Wow wow wow! Calm for a while so I can put the ring on your hand!"
I laughed, But tried to stay still whilst he slid the ring into my finger. Then I smiled, because I recognized the song.
Time of our lives.
"May I kiss you know?"
I opened my eyes. The train has almost reached my stop. I go grab my things and walk to the door. When the train slows down, I see him in the station, a smile on his face, waiting for me. After seeing him it's even more difficult for me to try stay calm before the doors open and let me out. Once they do open, I literally run out of the train where I've sat for five hours straight. Now he's noticed me as well. When I hug him, I can hear him whispering, even though I'm laughing from pure happiness of seeing him again.
"Gods, I missed you."
And we kissed.
***Author's Note:***
A short story about a girl meeting the love of her life.
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FriendZone
This is how it hurts when you are the friendzone of the person you love. This article was made by my boyfriend. Last Sunday, my boyfriend and I talked about love, who was his first love and that's when he talked about the woman he Crushed and he liked. .
Painful, Bitter, Grief but the important thing is I learned.
During my youth I was often with my friends, I was naughty and always smiling, I always played the guitar in front of our house with my friend until the day came when one of my friends introduced me to him, this is.his cousin so what I did was I immediately opened my facebook and then I immediately picked up his cousin. .I said "Hello, I'm Jerry, your cousin's friend"
Me: I suddenly laughed at my boyfriend because he said that he introduced himself while he was using the messenger haha so I said I introduced myself if there was a name on your messenger 🤣 until we just laughed hahaha Bobo ei
My boyfriend continued to tell his story, that's when he chatted with the woman whose name is Kim.
I often save my money just to go to them, because their house is far from here, I'm from Laguna, then he's from Manila, while I'm studying I save the money my parents give me to come on Saturday or Sunday. I'm at their house with Kim .his cousin.they are also difficult so he can't go to laguna because his dad has another family so his mom is the only one who supports them non then they still have many siblings. They are 9 siblings and almost all of them are still studying because of the hardships they are going through. .so every time I go to them I really bring a greeting and I cook them a delicious dish and then in the afternoon I buy bread after we eat I go home to the lagoon. That's what I always do .
Until the time came that while I was with kim I told her that I love her, she ignored it she suddenly left and called her cousin to wander around, I was just sitting on the side while feeling sad.
After 1 year and 7 months I continue to flirt with him even though I know in myself I have no chance for him to love me, I did everything just to somehow help his family that's what I thought in case the time comes that I gave up there are .I remember being left behind by his family.
Until the day came when I opened facebook, I looked at his profile and then I saw something in the man's post, he always had a comment. So I thought he really wanted something different, not me ..
So as kim's birthday got closer and closer, I didn't get to go to them much because I neglected my studies a bit. One day he suddenly chatted and greeted me after he said we would meet at the festival mall to talk. .I immediately took a shower and got dressed to meet him, so when I arrived at the festivall mall I was happy because I would see him again, We met at Mcdo so that I could serve him food so that while we were talking we could eat .. .kim said i went to her birthday because it was special. "I immediately said YES" after our conversation he went home immediately because he still had work to do in their house. .
The day of kim's birthday came, I couldn't go because I didn't have any money that day so I just chatted with her ...
After a month I found out that he was flirting with her, his Crush so I tried nine ichat to say that I have no hope? "Kim said she loves me just as a friend because our relationship will last longer when we are just friends ....
The End.......
***Author's Note:***
I know my Boyfriend's story is a bit confusing haha because he doesn't know how to tell me .. He flirted for almost 2 years and then later it was just Friendzone ..
So I hugged him and said hayaam mo atleast now you have a girlfriend then I still love you 😊
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In search for the lost elcrrystal
Long ago in Grand Elrios all the villagers lived peacefully. The lizard men from Bethma, nasods or "robots" of altera lived peacefully with the humans.
There was a sacred tree called the tree of El on nearby Ruben village. In the tree there was a crystal that kept balance over elrios and must never get to the wrong hands. The crystal was also the one that sealed the gate of darkness. If the crystal falls on the hands of evil the gate of darkness will open.
In the depths of the ground there was a beast called Berthe. Berthe was a strong beast that survived from the previous war that happened and for hundreds of years, Berthe had been plotting how to take the elcrystal and open the gate again for his allies. Berthe got the plan already but he was waiting for the right moment before he puts his plan into action. Berthe travelled through the tunnels he made to the tree of el. The only thing left was to steal the crystal. One night, Berthe managed to steal the crystal and went to the gate, but when the gate opened Berthe was surprised to see that There was great evil in the opening that had been storing all its energy. The dark energy affected the nasods and the lizard men. The lizard men would attack the nearest village Bethma and The nasods would take over the village Altera.
In the elf village, a wise elderly elf went to her student lire to tell her that she must take back the crystal. The young elf asked if she needed to recruit and have assistance from other elves but the elder told her it was a quest that only she could do. Little did the young Lire know That she wasn't the only one who was going to stop evil. There was an empress of the nasods who had been sleeping, but when she heard of what happened she wanted to restore the nasod race and stop evil. A ruby knight as also sent to take back The crystal. They all met when monster attacked them. They fought back and introduced each other after the fight. The elf said "My name is Lire and I am a student of a wise elder. I am here to take back the crystal."then the nasod said emotionless. "I am eve I was once the queen of nasods, I am here to restore the nasod race." Then the knight Said. "I am lowe I am supposed to be trained of being a knight but instead I end up studying fire magic. I am also here To take the cyrstal back."
They went on a long journey through other villages. While they were by the villages they helped get rid of the Monsters. On their way to Altera village they heard of a human with a left nasod arm, Edan attacking the village. They helped the villagers and try to convince him to join them on stopping the attack. Edan got hypnotized by darkness, but in the end they convinced him. "My name is Edan And I am really sorry About what happened. And if you ask about my left arm, I got it in an accident and The nasods saved me, got me a new arm and well They hypnotized me."
They continued On their journey until they got to the village Feita where the gate was. The chief came and introduced himself As Lento, A lizard man came by and said "hello buch, my name is Chacha Buch. I am a lizard man, but I am not controlled by evil. I am an alchemist. I give health potions in Bethma. I am only here to help the chief of Feita" They were shocked because he just answered All of their questions in their mind.
Lento told them where the beast was. They ran up to the top of the tower, but it wasn't Easy. There were enemies such as glitter archers, rage golems and wyverns. At last they got to the top where the beast Berthe was. They fought and fought and helped each Other out. Lire summoned a forest fairy to heal them while they continuous fought the battle. Lowe summoned runes that exploded, Edan swung his sword on the beast, and eve summoned her assistants Oberon and Ophelia and together they threw a huge spear At Berthe. They almost defeated Berthe, but it cheated by retreating for a while and made them fight monsters. they defeated the monters and as soon Berthe came back they all hit Berthe with all they had. Bearthe was defeated and the gate of darkness closed. The hypnotized lizard Men and nasods went back to normal.
They retrieved the elcrystal and returned to their villages. Edan wasn't actually from Altera, but he is still decided To stay there and help the villagers. Eve restored the nasod race and the nasods Gave Altera back to the humans. The humans asked it The nasods could stay in Altera and be friends. Eve agreed with Emotions for The first time considering that she was a nasod and stayed in Altera as well.
Lire and lowe returned the crystal back. Lowe's village, Ruben was near The tree. So it became his job to guard and protect the tree of el as well as the crystal. Lire returned to the elf village and accomplished her quest. She went by to Ruben village and offered to help Lowe guard the tree of el and the crystal. Since that day, the evil vanished and everything back to peaceful living.
***Author's Note:***
Please excuse my poor grammar in this short story. I wrote this when I was around 11 or 12 while I liked to make up fanfiction, but never really wrote a single one except for this. This story is based on the game Elsword.
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A tale of two knights and a princess
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away lived a princess due to be wed. However,all the princess her age had become kings long ago, and therefore the princess had no one to be bethrothed to.
Desperate to find the man of her dreams, she begged her father for a compassionate man, with a generous heart and good intentions. The king put the word out to the lands, for a strong and bold man to rule the kingdom by their side, and found two knights of royal blood which could take the princess's hand.
Both of them were charming. Their clean smooth skin and muscles wooed any woman which they passed. The first was known as Asmodeus, and the second was known as Agnes. However, only one could take the princess's hand, therefore the king proposed a trial for the knights.
The first task was to obtain the golden hatchet deep in the kingdom's forest. Asmodeus fought hard and cared for nothing in his way. Agnes fought hard to find the golden hatchet, but instead encountered a forest sprite along the way. She had unfortunately lost her child, and if the child was out at nightfall, the wolves would certainly close in and kill the offspring.
So instead of searching for The golden hatchet, Agnes concentrated on finding the forest sprites child. And before the sunset, the child was found, however when Agnes has found where the golden hatchet laid, Asmodeus had already claimed the price.
The king was proud of Asmodeus, and praised Agnes for his good efforts. But this one was not enough to please the king. Next, The king tasked the two to climb the highest mountain. The two knights Were given camping materials, and food To last the journey. Once both were set, they went off to conquer the challenge at hand.
Agnes tried Hard to climb the mountain, but on his way found a traveller which need his help. He had also tried to climb the mountain, but had run out of food and water hours ago. Agnes nursed the traveller back to good Health, but because of his he could not continue his climb.
Asmodeus thought of nothing but the glory which waited at the peak. He also bumped into travellers along the way, however he excused them, apologising that he was a prophet of the king which had to reach the top at all costs. And because he was so diligent, he eventually reached the top Of the mountain.
The king once again praised Asmodeus whilst again praising Agnes for his efforts. There remained one final challenge to be had. Instead of a glorified quest, the king gave them a task closer to home.
Two pubs had become notorious within the kingdom walls, and were going to be shut down. Neither had paid their taxes in a month, and so the king wished the two knights To attend to this matter.
Asmodeus was brutal. He demanded the first owner pay up, never minding the poor conditions and rural area the establishment had to endure. Offended, the first owner refused, and with that Asmodeus destroyed the place, shutting it down so the kingdom would know not to mess with the king.
Agnes on the other hand went to the second owner with open arms. From his own purse he gave what little he the man's taxes, and have a party for all ages. Within a few days, the pub Was able to fend for itself again. However, Agnes had not a coin to his name, and slept a starving night.
The two knights presented themselves The next day to the king. They knelt down and bowed their heads to their master's glory, and his daughter's beauty. The king looked to Asmodeus and to Agnes. He then looked to his daughter wondering if the decision he would make today would bring the heavens to earth, or earth to the pits of hell.
The king raised his finger, and pointed to Asmodeus. He was truly the man which was worthy to take the throne. Great ambition and determination were the only weapons man needed to bring their brethren forwarded when a new age dawned, and Asmodeus had displayed These skills admirably. For this, the king offered a place by his side.
Agnes looked disappointed. He had failed the king several times, and knew this was what he deserved. But the king had other plans, as the princess went to Agnes's side. Yes, the role of ruling a kingdom is for the hard working, but the gift of love Needs not a hard worker, but compassion. The king would arrange the two to wed immediately, and so all would live happily ever after.
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***Author's Note:***
Hellloooww Guys 😊
I can hardly really write an article every day, because I'm busy hehe but I can still read if I have time .. Thank you🥰. I hope you like this fiction story I made ..
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New year's resolution for writers
If you're in the habit of making resolutions, here are 13 changes to consider for the new year, especially if you're a writer.
WRITE WHAT YOU'RE CALLED TO WRITE. Your job is not to pander or entertain. It's to create, to share stuff from the soul as you are moved. If others are moved, well, then that is merely coincidental. Consider it "gravy" your job is to write. Leave the results To the readers.
TELL THE TRUTH. No matter what, regardless of what is at stake, we must write what is true. True to us and true to the world. That means not only to be honest but to be true to one's self. If something feels wrong, then don't do it. Your gut is the only thing that separates you from being a robot. Try to trust it and be wary of the quick and easy route that leads to success.
WRITE FROM THE HEART. Nothing stirs up the emotion of a reader quite like writing that comes straight from the heart. So don't hold back now. This is the year where you can explore.
DON'T TAKE YOURSELF SO SERIOUSLY. The truth is that some of the best writing in history has a sense of humor. It makes the reader laugh. If all you're writing is the facts without bits of fun thrown in, youre acting like a reporter, not a writer. Which is fine, unless you're called to create something that tests the boundaries of the status quo. In that case, you better start having fun.
TRY A NEW GENRE. Are you a business advice writer? Try. A novelist? Consider writing a journalism piece. Whatever you are comfortable with will ultimately cause your art to stagnate. So honor your calling as a creative and test the boundaries a little. Push yourself and see how you grow.
WRITE WHEN YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE IT. No excuses now. We're counting on you to do the work. Don't disappoint us or make excuses. : at your workstation, every day, Without fail. If you do this, you'll do what so few Are able to do: turn your passion into a discipline, and then, who knows? We might actually start listening.
DO YOUR RESEARCH. Read a frickin' book, for crying out loud. It won't kill you. And God knows we could use a few more writers in this world who aren't Merely pontificating. Tell us something that doesn't come straight from your idea closet. we all might actually learn something.
REWRITE UNTIL IT HURTS. let's face it! Nobody is brilliant on the first draft. And the second one after that kinds sucks too. This is okay. Its normal. Because this is a marathon, not a sprint. Don't consider yourself done until you've put in at least several hours and a few drafts. Remember; all good writing is rewriting.
SHUT UP. Take some time And listen: to what people are saying, to what you're reading, to what you're writing. It's all trying to teach you something. Pay attention, shut the big Mouth of yours, and open your ears. You might learn a thing or two from your surroundings, then use it all to make your writing better.
READ WIDELY. This isn't just research, its practice. Honing your craft. Studying the masters who came before. Puck a book or two that didn't just pop up on your amazon referrals list; read a classic or something that has absolutely nothing to do with your chosen. Field. We base our careers on words, so the best thing. You can do is absorb as many of them as possible from as many different sources as you can.
FOCUS ON THE WRITING. Get off twitter or instagram and spend a few hours a week writing. not your platform or your growing contingent of internet followers, but the thing that really matters: Is the writing. No one will thank You for this, which is pricisely why its inportant. You will feel better, and the Work will improve. (Promise)
BREAK A RULE. Maybe write in an unusual voice or depart from a norm You're used to. Do something that causes others and yourself to feel Uncomfortable. Because in the discomfort, we grow. So mess with the status quo, and see what happens. It could be good, really good.
QUIT STALLING AND GET WRITING ALREADY! Stop reading this post or rechecking Your email for the umpteenth Time. Turn the phone to silent and unplug from the world for an hour and just write. It's the simplest, hardest, scariest thing for a writer to do. Not think about Writing or talk about writing, but actually, write. Imagine that!
Of course, resolutions aren't what make a New year new. They're merely a formality. Writing down something rarely, if ever, accomplished anything. The real trick is having the resolve, the wherewithal, to do something About the dream.
And once you start moving in a direction, you don't really have a plan or a goal. You have a habit, which is way more powerful than something as pitiful as a resolution. Food for thought, if you can stomach it.
***Author's Note:***
Thank you so much for your continued monitoring of my written articles. Happy Reading to all 🥰❤️
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The galaxy's greatest criminal mastermind
A dark corner of despair. Here I wait to meet inevitable death. It's funny when you're an officer of the space squad you'd think all that sum in those filthy cells deserved their treatment. When they said they were wrongly accused, I wouldn't believe them in a million years. Now, I guess I'm just not the officer I used to be. Does that make me a criminal?
It's almost star fall on the planet this desolate space station is orbiting. I'd say around twenty hundred hours, but I've been travelling and haven't seen the time in almost a week. Not like sunlight makes a difference in a cell lined with UV protection. One of the most beautiful sights in space is seeing the rise and fall of star. Here it's just all black. The inside, the outside, even the mattress. Any wandering space traveller could look in these windows, and they would swear all they see is an empty endless void.
I'm sitting on a wooden chair; not something you'd expect to find here. Its uncomfortable especially with the leg injury I've sustained from the failed getaway chase. At least it makes a change from lying on a mattress all day. The back pains these inmates must have from these lousy mattresses. I guess its just common courtesy of these types of places. I hear two hallow knocks on the door. Unintterupted by me, the door opens and in comes my old partner, Bert.
"How's the prison food in here, scout?"
"Like the slop admin feeds those poor hounds. Inedible basically."
"You know I need to get a confession out of you."
"Someone has to eventually. But you have to believe me, Bert. I didn't commit these murders."
Bert breathed a sigh that could be heard, across dead space. The kind of sigh that showed me he believed my comment, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was a puppet on police strings. An officer doing his job, except he's doing it wrong. To be honest, I'm surprised that admin made an ex-partner go through with this. I had to admire the logical input through, seeing as no one else can account solely for my actions as well as him. He's a good time keeper.
"Fifteen years, including space travel by sub-zero. Serial killings on nine different planets. So far thirty five victims, but counts are not conclusive. Have you anything to say?"
"Sub-zero travel isn't an easy way to travel"
"I'll go through the evidence then. The ninth victim, George Gilbert Jones; thirty five years of age."
A vision shot in my head of him, like that of a laser pistol. Blonde, married with two kids, and human as far as I knew. Typical office worker at a local technical support branch for satellite monitoring. Connections like him had a thing for monitoring some passing cruisers for us back in the day, and I so happen to still use them.
One day George said he saw some odd activities coming from a licenced squad shuttle. From our database it was not stolen and only occured late when squad shifts were at a minimum. At this point none of us could suspect that it was anything to do with this case of murders, but when we got to him on his home planet of Calphite, he was already dead. I remembered it most; I was the one that told his wife.
"Did you know the person in question before the investigation was carried out?"
"Yes, he regularly used to send suspicious information to us."
"Perfect way to get evidence removed by killing him."
"Anyone in the force could've got rid of him for that purpose."
"But you were in the force too at the time, weren't you?"
"Yes, but if you think about it.. "
"The twenty fourth victim Reece Fletcher."
Another unfortunate family person, though this was a land based Cephalopod on the planet Cyanaid. He worked at a secured federal gun stop, but was known to cut deals every once in a while to armies, higher ups, and when low on cash strangers. He'd know not to sell to criminals though if he could help it, but then he had a family to feed.
One morning Reece noted that a lot of his stuff had been moved around. He was sure it wasn't any of the cleaners or maintenance because they had reported similar incidences. Unfortunately, this was considered a minor issue to admin. Few days later, a robbery was committed, and after that someone shot him with the same gun that was stolen.
"You use a type VI Calibre auto pistol?". "Correct"
"And yet a similar model was taken from the gun store of given victim; a type III. The type that cannot be monitored by the squad due to its primitiveness."
"And you think that means it was me who committed these murders? It's not the first time theres been a robbery at his store. I bet even kids could get away with it from a Cephalopod like him."
"What about number thirty two?"
"What about Zack Finnegan?"
The fiery air between us suddenly blew and froze like winter cold. Yes, I admit I suspected was at foul play. Almost from the very start even my old ways of justice prevented me from seeing that any official of the law could commit to treason, but an officers boy? He was a regular space traveller, going to at least five planets in question. He'd been done before for arson, robbery, and even violence. It was almost a perfect fit. The only space block. Was that it was Berts son.
"Don't make this personal, scout."
"But it all fits,! He's a kid who's hung around with the wrong crowd, and now he's looking for the next level of thrill! If you sentence me to death, then he'll just commit even more murder, and soon what's to stop him finding another sensation to satisfy his gory needs? Even you must find it suspicious that he's been recorded he's been to most of the planets already!"
Bert sat there, stone cold like a gargoyle. I wondered what he'd do. I'd known many family guys in my time, but none as protective as Bert. He was the type of person who'd kill to protect his family; it was why he joined the squad. I expected him to release some sort of fit of rage, but he remained firm and quiet. He instead reached into his pocket. I was not sure what he was doing, but suddenly a wicked truth came into my mind. Was he the killer all along? He had been to the same planets, and being an officer accounted for most motives. Yet still it did not add up. What reason did ha have to kill me for?
His hand stopped at an object within his trousers. I fidgeted nervously, expecting to be shot, but feeling sure he would not pull out a gun. Suddenly, there was a clicking noise. From within Bert's pocket. It had to be one of those old fashioned tape recorders the squad had in storage. My panic subsided. The interview was over.
"You look like you've seen ghost, Scout."
"No, I just had a moment's panic that entered my mind.it's nothing."
"Must be the prison food."
Must be my perspective that changed me.
"I've got to ask one more time. Between you and me, did you kill any of them?"
"Honestly, I don't think I know anymore. I've been to the same planets as the killers. All nine. Maybe I have done something I'm not aware I have done. Maybe I did kill them all. I need help Bert. Tell them to get me out of here. We can solve this case together. Retrace our steps."
Bert smiled at me, and got up from his chair. He went to open the door and exit the room.
"It's late Scout. You get some rest."
"Sure. You've been looking tired of yourself."
"I've been up late."
"Well, fifteen years.... Must be something like ten years if you travel sub-zero."
"Twelve to be precise."
"Always a good time keeper."
"Some things never change. In essence, I've been to nine planets in twelve years, and it's starting to show. Goodnight Scout."
The door slams shut, and I breathe my last sigh. Always a good officer Bert. If ever there was a secret that you could tell you could always tell it to Bert. From outside, I hear another noise; a click. I realise what has just happened, and know there is no escape. He needed a confession. But he never said why.
***Author's Note:***
Thank You to all readers. Hope you liked my story
Godbless 😊
New Covid Omicron
Today is January 7,2022.
As the number of positives for the new Variant increases, the government has declared alert level 3 for areas with high positives for the new Covid.
Many more will have difficulties and their businesses will be delayed. .but since people have vaccines, they just need to show the vaccination card to prove that they are fully vaccinated.
My boyfriend is one of those who was delayed again because of omicron, almost since the first pandemic he has not been able to work because he is taking care of his travel to korea, last year in december there were filipinos who were able to travel to korea because dropped cases of covid here in the philippines, so he immediately took care of the requirements just like the vaccine certificate. .it took us 1 month before his vaccine certificate was fixed because the VAXCERT system always logged. .
They hoped that they would be sent to korea one after another, but when this person entered, the number of covid cases here in the philippines suddenly increased again, so they suddenly stopped being sent to korea. .that's why he's thinking of working first while waiting but maybe suddenly taking care of it again will be wasted when he applies for a job.
Here in our city in laguna is alert level 3 to
Prevent the spread of covid. The basketball court has been closed again and people who have not been vaccinated are not allowed to go out or roam. .
They did well for the general public and there is nothing to infect and so that the number of cases in the philippines does not increase. But as the days go by the cases increase even more. I still read in the news that it will increase even more in mid -January. .I'm bored because they shouldn't be leading the rise in cases in the Philippines, they should just work out a way right away so that it doesn't rise further. But because many are in government the corruption
They think more of their own welfare ..
It was also reported that the pharmacies were running out of biogesic, so while the pharmacies here in our area were still in stock, my mama bought a lot. .
Over a long period of time, only now is running out of biogesic. So let's all be careful to avoid getting sick and take care of ourselves. .
When this year comes, many people have had the flu, cough, cold, so maybe the number of covid cases here in the philippines is suddenly high .. .
It's nice to think about the past that we only think about the common problems and can go to the places we want to go .. People can have fun without thinking. Now this adds to the problem of the people, many more will be poor, many more will be poor.
.many of the businesses collapsed because of the pandemic. Now you can hardly find a computer shop, there are only a few printing shops. .
It's a good thing my boyfriend and I were able to roam before alert level 3, somehow we were able to enjoy this month.
***Author's Note:***
What is really happening in the world is sad but we must not give up and always pray that one day the pandemic in this world will disappear. .
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First Date in 2022
Hello Everyone Happy Happy New Year to you I know we are all happy that there are those who are drunk and there are those who just enjoy the noise.
It's so much fun entering this year because it's just the first time we've dated my jowa in the distance using his motorcycle. .because he doesn't have a license so when we roam we will take a jeep and go to places that are close to us ..
**The first one we went to.**
The famous Church here in Batangas is my first time to go and get here so I really made the most of my time. .
*Padre Pio Shrine*
In 2002 Padre Pio became a saint.
So I was very surprised when I arrived at his church, it was almost too big and the breeze was so cold here that it was like you were in Baguio. .even though it's pretty close to us, I can't go because I don't know where I'm going hahaha it's a good thing I really had a boyfriend who is kind and loving. .
Many can also be seen here, especially those that Padre Pio has used blood clothe stains. The cold stains that can be seen are stains from his blood because when Padre Pio was alive he had a disease.
Because I was so amazed, I couldn't bear to take a selfie. .
To the extreme extent of the church in each of our destinations we picture it as remembrance of us. I am very happy because apart from the fact that I have been able to pray here.
We traveled from Sta. Rosa to Padre Pio Shrine almost 1hour also more ..
He's not far away, it's really hard to find, especially when you're just going for the first time ..
After we went to church we went straight to the ridge so we could eat there and spend time while observing the Taal volcano. .
You can see on the google map that our ride was only 53 mins but because the ridge is a mountain it almost took us 1hour and 30minutes haha
When we arrived at the ridge we went to Piccnic Groove to eat, I was surprised that there was an entrance fee before because my friend hadn't said anything yet.
It's very worth the money because the air is so cold and so strong and the views are so beautiful you can really see the ancient volcano. We didn't just take the sky ride because it was expensive because the fee was 300 pesos haha we ran out of money on food ..
When the afternoon came I decided to go home because I was so cold but because it was the first time I went, my boyfriend told me to take a selfie first for fun hahaha.
The views are really beautiful so you will definitely come back.
When we came home with so much fun we were even damaged haha in the mansion of Ferdinand Marcos here at the bottom of the ridge. It's a good thing he fixed me right away because we're going to spend the night on the road.
This is the Mansion of Former President Ferdinand Marcos located in Casile Canlubang Laguna.
***Author's Note:***
This is my first article this year, I hope I can always write an article, I hope I can reduce my busyness. Thank you to all readers, I hope you enjoy ..
Expectations
Expectation. If you look up the definition it means "A strong belief that something will happen or be the case". A simple word with so much more meaning. Today, the society is built up on expectations. They can be gender-wise, social status-wise and others. It looks rather easy to live up to the expectations, doesn't it? You might wonder, who am I? Well, I'm just a person who had some expectations to live up to. If your teacher asks you "what do you want to be,"and you answer either you don't know or a profession you want, they will most likely say "follow what interests you." It makes the word "expectation" more difficult. Coming from a poor family, I am speaking from experience. I lived in a small house in a small street. It wasn't built with great isolation and could also be easily flooded if there was a storm. I think I'll just skip to telling about my experience. This small intro is getting us nowhere.
If I recall correctly, it was when I was in tenth grade that my teacher asked me the same question. I sat alone in my teacher's office, discussing about future for college. Our class had gone to many gatherings about jobs that may interest us. Nowadays, people say "follow your dreams." Which encourages us to choose the profession of our choice. "I want to be an artist" was what told my teacher. It was my passion to draw and create art. I would often draw in my spare time and look for inspiration everywhere. My teacher encouraged me, I don't even think they can say no even if they didn't like my choice. Easy as that, right? I already knew what I wanted for my future.
When I got home that day, I brought up the subject about my future to my family. I told them about my plans, but their reaction was not what I expected. They disapproved of it. Their expressions were horrifying for me to look at. Disappointment was written all over their face. One would think that parents would support you all the way, but that isn't the case with everyone. They told me that it would be hard to find a stable job as an artist and that it would not pay much. My mom said that I should choose "better" professions such as a doctor, an engineer or a lawyer. I understood why they suggested the specific profession. The professions gave people a lot of income. My mom is a stay-at-home mom while my dad ran a small kiosk beside our house. They only wanted the best for me. "Don't even think about becoming an artist. You will do much better with a different profession" was what my dad said before he closed the subject.
I thought about what my parents had said, and it made me more confused about what I wanted. My teacher told me to do what I want, but my parents expect me to choose a profession which is considered "beneficial" there were only a few days left before we had to send in our applications for what university we wanted to go to. The same question ran through my head every single day, "should I or should I not do as what my parents expect of me?" I didn't want to disappoint my parents; I wanted to help them out so our lives could be better, but it would mean letting go of my dream as an artist.
The day when we sent the application, I felt as if a heavy burden was taken away from my shoulders. I felt at ease, but held guilt in my heart. My parents couldn't believe my choice and told me "study and work hard to achieve it." Once again, I felt a heavy burden on my shoulders. I had to make them proud. Every day I worked hard and studied hard. I aced my exams and got top grades, but not without the cost of my. Social life. Throughout my university years I spent my time living up to my parents' expectations that I never hung out with my friends and practically lived in my room and library.
Now, I am what my parents expected me to become, a doctor. Yes, I chose to follow my parents expectations. I wonder if I succeeded to go beyond their anticipation. Sure, I like being a doctor. All the people I meet are nice, both child and adult, but I don't feel satisfied with my gain. I wonder how my life would be today as an artist. Would I have a hard time looking for a job? Will I be able to support my family like I do now? I still do artistic things when I can, but with all the load of work, I have in the hospital, I rarely find time. I won't lie that I kind of regret choosing to become a doctor instead of choosing my artist dream. If I could turn back time I would like to become an artist, but I don't want to see my parents disappointed faces.
Expectations are hard to live up to. It's not always a "win-win situation" where you get everything you want. There is a price to every choice. For me, I had to drop my dreams of becoming an artist and most of my social life to become to succeed at school and become a doctor. Although there are some good things that happened. I can support my family better with what I gain as a doctor. They have a better life now and our house is also better than what we lived in.
***Author's Note:***
This is just a random theme I came up with. It's in the start of the year yet for some reason one of the topics from social science just popped into my mind... If its messy, I apologize because I just wrote what came to mind regarding to theme "expectations" I had a hard time trying to write what I'm supposed to tell.
I wanted to write in 1st person this time because I didn't bother coming up with a character name. Anyways enjoy this short story!.
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Destined to be
The city lights shone brightly around a lone figure of a boy who stood under the pouring rain. People passed by the figure, walking and talking calmly with their companions or running to seek shelter from the rain. In the figure's right hand, he held a bouquet of carnations, azaleas, and white chrysanthemums. In his left hand, he clutched his phone tightly and closed his eyes tightly. Memories of his beloved appeared in his mind.
Her sparkling eyes which he always saw everytime he saw her or closed his eyes. The feeling of holding her tightly in his arms. All of it done in a flash. They had met by chance, him saving her from an accident. Time seemed to stop when they first looked each other in the eyes. Since then, fate had made them meet in several occasions. It was as if it was destiny. Her parents never liked the boy. They had classed him as a low-life as he came from a poor family, but it did not stop them from meeting. Whenever they had the chance. The girl loved to say that their meeting was not a coincidence, that it was fate, destiny.
"You promised to stay with me" he muttered to himself. Slowly, tears began falling down his cheeks. Without a second thought, he ran through the crowd to see her. It was sudden when he got the text from her. The boy hailed a taxi and hurriedly got in "to the airport. Please hurry." Once he got to the airport, he ran like no tomorrow, looking around for his beloved.
A girl stood with her family, her baggage beside her. "It's for the best" her father said as he put a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "The boy is a hindrance to your dream." Her mother said. The girl clutched her baggage tightly in anger. She knew better than talk back to her parents. Taking a deep breathe, she wanted to express herself, "he is not a hindrance". Without a second to waste to hear what her parents would say next, she turned around and headed for the check-in hesitantly.
A voice called out her name. The said girl turned around and saw the boy she loved. He ran to her, hugging her in his arms. They stared at each other, their eyes gazing at each other lovingly. Slowly the gap between them became smaller as they shared a passionate kiss. Tears fell on the girl's cheeks as she closed her eyes to deepen the kiss. "Why so sudden?" He asked the girl as they pulled away from the kiss.
The girl's parents saw the scene before them. The father was outraged and separated the lovers. "What do you think you're doing boy?" He exclaimed loudly, gathering the attention of many people in the airport. "I love her!" The boy exclaimed. Rea automatically stood in front of her lover to protect him from her father's wrath. "What do you think you're doing with that peasant?!" Her mother demanded. "I love him, we love each other! Can't you just let me be with him?!" The girl answered back, not caring anymore if she got in trouble.
The boy stood behind his lover quietly, watching as the family quarrelled about the daughter's future. Breaking the quarrel, the boy called out to her gently. The said girl turned around to face her lovers, tears threatening to fall. "Go, go to England and follow your dream." He whispered, his gaze serious and loving with evident sadness. "Why?" His lovers asked desperately. It surprised her to hear such words coming out from his mouth. "I don't want you to fight with your parents, they're your family" he explained. The boy hugged her, whispering in her ear "I'll wait for you." The girl sobbed in to her lover's chest. In the end she left, much to her family's expectations. Before the boy could leave, Rea's father grabbed his arm and told him threateningly "you are still a poor excuse of a brat. A low-life like you should just forget about being together with my daughter."
Three years have passed since the day they departed from each other. The couple had kept in touch months after she left, but now it just drifted away in the wind. The girl had forgotten about her lover, and continued to look towards the future. She had given up hope in ever meeting him again, but her heart said otherwise. All she had wanted was to forget. Those great times they had together? They were nothing but a dream which she wants to wake up from. The boy waited patiently for his lover to come back. Many times, his hope wavered, but he wanted to hold on to the memories they had together. It hurt him to say what he said, to let her go, but for love he would wait for her.
As if it was destiny, the pair bumped into each other. Rea had recently returned. She looked up to see who she walked into. A pair of brown eyes stared at her familiarly. "I'm sorry." She apologized. As she started to walk away, a soft voice said her name. The single word which came out of the man's mouth surprised her. Before the woman could ask how he knew her name, the man had hugged her, tears falling. "You're back". The woman, realizing who it was, hugged the man back "I'm back. I'm sorry I gave up." Their hearts raced, long buried feelings resurfaced. The man who was once considered a poor, low-class boy Had become a successful man. Though her parents still disliked him, the girl had enough and did not want to let go of him again. She had given up on him, but meeting each other again made her realize her mistake. They were destined to be since they met.
***Author's Note:***
Thank you very much to all. I hope you liked my story. 🥰
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Christmas makes many people happy
Christmas is over but the fun of the people is not gone, christmas helped a lot because they forgot that even with a pandemic they really didn't lose and everyone enjoyed. .
It's fun to see that there is so much fun around everywhere you look there is no trace of sadness the people and the children are able to caroling and nakakapag pamasko na sa mga bahay ng mga ninong at ninang haha kapag sa malayo thru Gcash 🤣
There are also many really kind people who give Christmas presents for people who are poor and have nothing to eat. Money cannot buy it because money cannot buy human happiness. .not based on the fact that when you have a lot of money you are happy, sometimes you can really think that there is still something missing in your life ..
The story of my christmas
My family is celebrating even a little just to make our Christmas happy.
While I was thinking of an article just to have fun haha. .Unfortunately, I always have no money at Christmas, which is also the reason, I always lose my job and it's hard to find a job ..
Now I have a job but the salary is not high no overtime but the food is free that's all I didn't get a bonus because I'm new to the place I'm going to work .. So I don't have a gift for my siblings and parents. .
Christmas day came
I woke up early but I didn't get out of bed and I closed the door to my room ..Dahil nahihiya ako dahil wala ako pang bigay sa aking inaanak hahaha. While I was in the room I just looked at the people who posted about the gifts they received, I'm happy because somehow the people are happy, but I'm sad because I didn't celebrate it because I couldn't be happy because of my shame .
I didn't go with my Boyfriend because he was also busy with his family, so I didn't bother him to enjoy the Christmas.
I promise myself that I will be happy with all that christmas is coming. Everything I will do starting next year. All my laziness this year I will change. By January, I will be saving money. .
It's really nice to go back to your childhood when it's Christmas, because you enjoy making money haha habang nangangaroling sa gabi and then go around the whole city to raise a lot of money 😊 .
About the victims of typhoon Odette. It's sad but because when it's Christmas, they were also devastated by the typhoon. Many families have no food because the government has not helped them.
But in spite of all they have gone through they do not waver and hope that you will recover immediately.
***Author's Note:***
Thank you so much for the time and effort in reading my article. Right now, most people are waiting for the New year.
Godbless You all .
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No more
**WARNING**: Content might be slightly dark (at least in my opinion), contains self harm .
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me"
"No more" said a girl as she sat inside an isolated room. The room was white and many things were broken. Tears fell from the girl's eyes as she cried. She held a sharp piece of shard from a broken mirror inside the isolated room.
"Loser" a boy said and kicked her before he ran away.
Slash. The shard slid on her skin, cutting open a small wound. The pain on her wrist numbed the pain she felt in her heart. It was a hard choice, but if it helped against the wound in her heart, maybe it could make it disappear completely.
"Ew, look at her" said a girl to her friends. "What a nerd" said the other as they looked over their shoulders at a girl who sat alone.
Another slash was done on her wrist again. The pain doubled as more blood began to drip in the white floor. She winced as her tears fell on the cut she had made. Her hand gripped the glass shard harder, which wounded her hand.
Before she could cut herself again, a knock on the door was heard. "Honey, are you alright?" The girl's mother said through the door. The girl lost her grip on the shard as it fell down on the floor shattering. Her mother shaked the door knob as her daughter did not answer her question. Standing up, the girl walked to the door and leaned on it. "I'm alright, mom" she said in a hushed voice. It was clear to know that she had been crying. "Honey, let me in."her mother said in a soothing voice, but the girl did not move from her spot. "Are you sure you're alright? Let me in, please" the girl's mother asked again.
The girl thought for a while before she decided to unlock and open the door slightly. She looked down on her feet, afraid of facing her mother's face. "I'm alright" she said quietly. The mother looked behind the girl to see the room completely thrashed. Her eyes widened as she grabbed the door and forced it open. There stood her daughter with blood dripping down from her left wrist and right palm. She was horrified. "What did you do?!" The mother asked in worry. The girl remained quiet as the mother hurriedly went to get the first aid kit. She was sat down on the couch as her mother tended to her wounds.
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"Why would you cut yourself?" Her mother asked softly. The girl looked away and mumbled "I don't want to feel it anymore" her mother finished wrapping the bandage on her wrist and palm. "Don't do it again. It doesn't help to get rid of what you don't want to feel" her mother said sternly. The girl stood up from her seat, but before she could leave her mother asked her what she did not want to feel and why. She took her head and whispered a single word before she left "pain."
The next day, the girl's mother decided to make sure her daughter was alright. "Please tell me what's wrong. I am worried about you." The girl's mother said as they stood by their front door. "It's nothing" the girl said trying to assure her mother. Before her mother could ask anymore questions, the girl left running. Her mother was often worried about her daughter. The girl had become more quiet since fifth grade when her father died, and it gotten worse when she started at high school. She always locked herself in her room and often came home with bruises she tried to hide. Whenever her mother asked her about school, she would answer with an "ok" or stay quiet and avoid the question.
The girl arrived at school at her and her routine was the same as always. Attend class, be the loner she was, hear people trash talk and gossip behind her back, and get heavily beaten if her classmates needed to vent their feelings out. Her bullies always made sure that there was no one around when they beat her. No teachers has even known about her situation. If the girl had a friend, he or she would probably help her, but she had none as she was the outsider.
They teased her for being different, for being smarter. If not, they beat and bullied her for the fun of it. She did not scream anymore at the painful blows she would receive. She was used to it. Most had gotten bored beating her and sticked to calling her names, and basically trash talk her. The girl acted as if she did not care. She held a stoic facade and stayed quiet. She was used to it and saw no point in reacting.
The girl grabbed her bag as the last bell rang. She walked out of the school, only to be dragged by someone to the back of the school. There she was kicked down to the ground and punched down again as she tried to stand up again. The girl looked up to see who her bullies were. It was the group of friends who loved to taunt and beat her. The group who started it all.
"Pathetic" spat a boy in the group. "What a waste of space" said a girl. "Ugly nerd" another girl said. They kicked her down. The couple of the group, who were the leaders, grabbed her hair and pulled it up so that the poor, beaten girl could face them "why are you even alive?" The boy asked as he tugged her hair hard before he let it go and punched her face. "You're better off dead. Just jump off a cliff and die already!"the boy's girlfriend said and threw her down to the ground, still gripping the girl's hair tight.
The group left the beaten girl on the ground and laughed. "Hope you didn't hurt yourself much! We expect to see you tomorrow at school for another round" the boy leader said. The girl stood up from the ground and dragged herself home. Her mother opened the door to see her daughter all beaten up. "Oh, dear! What happened?" She said worriedly. Again, the girl's mother tended to her wounds and asked her what happened. The girl did not answer and remained quiet. Her mother noticed faint marks of old bruises and asked. "Is someone hitting you." The girl's eyes widened slightly and said "no, I am just clumsy at school.
The girl went up to her room and locked it. She thought back to the words she heard. The girl opened her drawer and pulled out a small box. Every single word repeated on her head. "No more. I can't Take it anymore." She said as she opened the box to reveal pills. Her mother had no idea about them as she had bought it in secret. The girl had never thought of using them, but she could not take the pain anymore. She stared at the pills in the box.
Ugly..... Nerd..... Pathetic... A waste of space.....
The words stung. It hurt more than the beatings. Even though they were only words, it affected her a lot. She tried to keep her stoic facade. "Did you hear? She keeps on getting praised by the teachers. I heard them from outside the teacher's lounge" "what's so special about that ugly nerd? She should just die in a hole." "Just jump off a cliff and die already!" The gossips behind her back were not quiet enough for her to be able to ignore. All the looks they gave her were full of hate and disgust. "If I disappear, would it be better for everyone? Would the pain go away permanently?" The girl thought to herself.
The girl's mother screamed and tears began to stream down her eyes. She had found her daughter lying unconscious on the floor with no pulse. The box of pills were found beside her. The police investigated and said that the faint bruises on her body was of np doubt from beatings. The mother had cried as she regretted not being able to be there for her daughter. She blamed herself for not being able to find out about the bullying, the pain her daughter went through.
A funeral was held days later. The mother was silently crying and a hand was placed on her shoulder. "Our condolence. It is our fault for not noticing your daughter's situation at school, we deeply apologize." Said the girl's homeroom teacher. The school had received a note about the girl's death. It was announced to the class and many regretted their actions. People left the graveyard after the funeral. All except the mother and the group of friends who had started it all. "We apologize. We know it won't bring her back, but we regret our actions" they said. The mother said nothing and left the group of friends stared at the grave and whispered their apologies, even if they knew that it was too late.
***Author's Note:***
I have been reading a lot of stories that has bullying and they have inspired me to write something that includes bullying. this was written right from my head and I haven't edited much, which means that it might have a messy structure and have grammar errors. I had a bit of a hard time writing this because I have never written anything like this and it was slightly hard for me to write the bullying stuff. it makes me cringe as I write , and feel really bad.
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Thee communist Effect
Covid 19 it should be said that many lives have been affected by this cancer. That seems really cliche to put on paper, but for me there's a key difference between this plague and, say, Ebola in africa, or the swine outbreak in 2010. They only ever informed us that such diseases were killing us. They never told us we had to do anything about it.
On June 15th it becomes a legal requirement to wear a face mask on transport if you're in the UK. When this law took effect I didn't think much of it because I never needed to travel anywhere. I didn't think about the consequences of people who DID have to travel to work, though the government ensures us that all is being done for people to work at home. And really it isn't all that bad. Johnson assures us that eventually things will turn back to normal, and McDonald's is opening up as long as people keep their distance. It really isn't all that bad.
Since I was previously a waiter before the pandemic I was required to go back to work. Thankfully, Mitchell and Butler assured work places that employees could wear face masks, though it was not a requirement. I was actually doing everything I could to avoid wearing such things. I don't know what it is. Maybe at the time it had something to do with Doctor Who's Empty Child, but I assure you that eventually the wearing of masks became a much more serious matter to me.
On the 24th july the Daily Mail posts an article on police refusing people entry into shops because they don't wear a mask. We are assured by Johnson that all is being done to "save lives", but britain being told what to do, and submitting so easily disturbed me. Where had all the defiance gone?
I went up Exeter High Street, stood outside the shop, and fumbled the mask in my right hand. Truth be told I had bought one earlier because I was expecting to visit my parents, but at the last minute we had to cancel. Outside the shop I fumbled my mask, and by law I had to put it on. I had to. And I saw those empty people wandering in the shops with their masks on. They were doing it as a public responsibility-they had to protect their loved ones. They had no choice in the matter.
No choice. We had no choice but to kill all the jews. We had no choice.
I couldn't do it. I wouldn't wear the mask. Thankfully, the security guard at the local Tesco asked me if I were okay as I seemed agitated. I said I wanted to go in, but I wasn't sure If I had to wear the mask. The guard said I had it in my hand, and that I may as well put it on, but I told him couldn't. He smiled at me, and said that I could still come in if I didn't want to wear a mask. When had to finished my shopping, I looked towards the security guard, slightly bowed, and bellowed my gratitude at him. Bellowed; strange adjective, but to the public I must've seemed very strange.
Everytime I go to the local Tesco's now I go in mask-less, but I also go in agitated, rushing around like a headless chicken. In another Tesco not too far away, a member of staff scolded me for not wearing a mask, and I dread to think that could happen again. It's so wrong to go in a shop without wearing, but I can't do it. I am british-everything I stand for resolves on having a choice to stand for something.
And yet, I dread to think if my mother or father or grandparents or my little sister caught Covid. My grandparents Wouldn't make it, but my family probably would. In any case, if one of them died, I couldn't go to their funeral because they're all the way in Bournemouth. I'm not able to see my family. Of course, it's physically possible for me to throw sulphuric acid in a child's face. It must be made law. We must molest our right to make a decision. I'd be more alive if I were autopsied in a morgue.
***Author's Note:***
Thank you to all my friend 😊 stay safe always and always pray. Merry Christmas po sa lahat.
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My Dream Christmas
Many of us dream of a beautiful Christmas that has not been experienced in their entire lives. I know if we just dream, of course we should have the big dream, but we will still do it ourselves.
.the others are really just a simple dream for Christmas to be with the whole family every Christmas. Almost all of us are the ones we always pray to our lord. There are really only other people that they can't experience because they don't have a family anymore so they just prepare for Christmas alone. .
***My christmas dream is simple and i will share it with you my friends.***
"Lets start"
My dream for christmas is that we will always be together as my family stays happy while celebrating christmas.
While in a cold place and a lot of snow falling at the top of the house.
Happy city entry foot of december prepares everyone for the coming Christmas. While the children were having fun and every night the christmas song was sung. .
City with lots of christmas light every time we look at it relax our minds and while looking we are amused and satisfied. No one is poor everyone is capable of life. It's nice to think that my Christmas dream even though it's impossible to come true. .
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I still want a lot like being able to travel to beautiful places while celebrating Christmas.
Eating delicious food while everyone enjoys ..
There is a Christmas party for the children, games to win prizes and even more for the children to enjoy Christmas.
Of course there is also a Christmas party with parents all over the city will attend for the Christmas party everyone is greeting and ruthless, everyone is happy and in love. .
So much fun if most people think, Christmas is fun while with our lord. It’s once a year so it should be tested and really cecelbrate.
Those are just some of my christmas dreams. .simply have no other request but to make all the people happy and enjoy our Christmas. ..
I know a lot of people who celebrate Christmas alone alone, people who are hard in life so they can't enjoy it. So hopefully the time will come when everyone is having fun on Christmas day.
Enjoy don't sleep hahaha.
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***Author's Note:***
That's just my dream christmas be happy everyone. Thank you to all my friends 😊
Btw. Hopefully that will help everyone devastated by typhoon odette. Godbless to everyone.
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Infinity
I remember growing up watching TV shows and movies that were set in the future with their futuristic technologies and medical advancements. I used to think how I would be alive to see the technology come out when the film's years arrived. I imagined myself as the one who would design the next ship, or be the test pilot on a successful flight. But I was sorely disappointment. Decade after decade rolled by. New advancements would come out for TV's cellphones, car features, even airplanes. But technology for space exploration seemed to lag far behind.
I was completely obsessed with seeing new advancements in space technology. So obsessed that in my mid 30's I signed up for this program testing out experimental drugs. This company, XSE, researching a formula to extend a person's life and I was one of their first volunteers. I was also one of the lucky ones that survived the first phase. It was considered too risky at the time to continue with them considering that out of 100 volunteers, only six of us survived. Four of the volunteers eventually died of old age. I believe they were between 190 to 200 years old when they finally passed.
As for Jo and I well, we're still kicking it strong. We didn't seem to age much over time. Hell, I don't think we aged at all ever since we volunteered for the program. Scientists were puzzled considering we only completed phase one out of four and would have us come in once a week so they could take some blood samples and run their tests. After about 10 years of this, they had told us to just check in if anything changed, and to schedule a regular checkup every year or so. Even though our cases were considered a fluke, I was ecstatic that my ageing process seemed to cease.
Jo and I became close as the decades went on. We had the same passions, and similar goals. We had such a thirst for knowledge. We learned as much as we could about space programs and technologies, trained to be astronauts, learning anything and everything that dealt with the universe, and we even studied theoretical ideas on space travel. NASA even hired us without so much as an interview. Our seemingly immortal lives being a great seller. After we had exhausted all the resources we could find to further our knowledge, we were able to focus even more on our projects.
I was about 327 years old when we finally made our first breakthrough on interstellar travel through the universe. We worked hard everyday, sometimes working in shifts with colleagues we brought on to help. I would be up all night, and Jo all day constantly pushing our research forward and building prototypes. We had more colleagues than we could ever possibly count that helped us over the centuries. It was heart wrenching for the both of us to watch those who we worked so close with to grow old and eventually die.
The world had seen many of our prototype ships become the living vessels that are still in use today, although they are considered antiques now. We designed better suits for space explorers, better technology for probes, weapons, armor and more. We weren't too keen on the development of weapons, but we understood the need for our men and women to be able to defend themselves if the need were to arise. And it eventually did thanks to a reckless captain. The damn fool nearly cost us all our lives, 'our' as in all of the human race, when he blundered the first contact with another species.
Even though we had made so many incredible breakthroughs, we still came up short on producing technology that would allow us to travel at the speed of light. Don't get me wrong though. We had developed technology that allowed us to travel at amazing speeds through space, but we just hadn't gotten down light speed travel. It wasn't until I was nearing my eight-hundred and third birthday that we had finally made that breakthrough. I think I squealed louder than Jo out of excitement!
It took some time to get various prototypes up and running after we were able to more or less perfect the technology. They were run remotely from another ship as we tested them out. In the beginning there were mistakes and failures, but we eventually started to get it right. Then the day came that a trial run with a human pilot was to be attempted. At that time I just knew I had to be the one to take that first leap forward. All the TV shows and all the movies I watched as kid came rushing back. I wanted to be just like the captain in those shows and steer my very own ship into light speed travel.
It took more persuation, and more tactics of, than I care to admit. I'm even a little ashamed at some of the stunts I pulled. My biggest regret was the wedge I drove between Jo and me during those times. A wedge that could never be removed.
So the day came, and I was as giddy as a school girl as I suited up and made my way to the ship. I'm a bit embarassed to say, but I got so excited once I sat in the cockpit that I even wet myself a little. If I wasn't for the sensors in my suit I would have never known I did. Nor would the whole world of known through the live broadcast.
The time had finally come. The countdown started. I remember seeing Jo's image on a personal channel before having to focus on my task at hand. She had a beautiful smile on her face, her eyes slightly shining. But it wasn't just the shine of happiness, but also of worry and fear. I kissed my fingers and placed them over the image of her mouth on the screen before sealing my helmet. As she returned the gesture, the tears she had been holding back had broke free, streaming down her cheeks. The viewer went black shortly after, having been cut off by someone at control. I guess they wanted me to have my full wits and focus about me. I had never confessed my feelings to her, but I swore to do so when I returned although I think she already knew.
The ship hummed as it came to life. My hands glided over the control panels as I flipped the proper switches in the right sequences. Even though this was my first time actually doing this, I knew this ship inside and out better than anyone. Except for Jo that is. We had designed it together, and it felt completely natural to be here getting the ship ready for travel. I slowly engaged the engines, watching the display for any rogue ships or satellites that may get in my path. I increased my speed steadily until I was at full speed without going to light speed. Once all the lights were green and the systems in place were good to go, it was just a simple flip of a switch, and push of a button, and off I went at light speed.
That was the last thing I remembered doing. I don't know what had happened after that. I just seemed to awake in perpetual motion flying through space. I was aware of everything around me like I could see every angle around me all at once. But I wasn't in my ship. I didn't even have a body. I had no voice to scream with. No limbs to flail with. Just this sensation as I moved through space. Moved at light speed through space. Somehow... Somehow I had become formless like light. I was full of fear as I traveled. I could see the planets around me., see the planets as I rushed towards them!!! But instead of crashing into the ground, I seemed to reflect off the planet before I got even close to its surface. I've been to nine planets in 12 years ans it's starting to show. Figuratively I'm having a hard time controlling my thoughts. My vision seems to be getting worse. I just want to lash out and scream and wake up from this nightmare!!
God!...
Please help me...
.... Please....
***Author's Note:***
One's own autobiography told in their own mind. Is light speed travel in space possible?.
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The god of nothing
Once upon a time when Gods ruled the land, there lived a humble farmer named Cedric. He was an average man, who had a loving wife, with a daughter and son, and worked hard to keep his family together under their hutch.
Cedric was a humble man, but he dreamed every once in a while of being a God, like the Oracle he worshipped at the temple. So wise, whose gifts mankind would cherish for an eternity.
Now do not take Cedric's desire to be a God as a lust for power. Because Cedric didn't believe in ruling up high, for he wouldn't know where to start ruling a kingdom. But throughout his life, he did want to do more for his fellow man than farm. He wanted to make sure children could grow up happier with what he left behind, and his neighbors could be proud of him for all his dedication.
So next time at the temple's, where Cedric's family prayed, Cedric made a small prayer from himself to the Oracle. He wished he could provide the same happiness and prosperity that the oracle offered mankind. Opening his eyes from his prayer, his wife called him afterwards so they could all go home together.
That night, Cedric dreamed of having an audience with the oracle. A mystical figure who was covered in a cloak of white, with a golden staff gleaming as powerful as the sun. She looked upon Cedric, and asked what he would give to change the world they had given him.
"Anything" Cedric assured them "anything at all"
The oracle smiled at the humble man, and bestowed upon Cedric the thread of kindness. The thread had a mystic ability, to which anyone who wrapped the thread around their wrist would have all of their worries disappear. Cedric eagerly thanked the oracle for her charity, but as soon as he did woke up from his sleep.
When Cedric did wake up next to his wife, he looked to his beside to find a single thread. Had his wish really come true? He looked at his palms to check he wasn't dreaming, and indeed the oracle had granted his wish.
Cedric eagerly wore the thread to experiment with, and instantly a rush of happiness ran through him. It was a similar feeling to drinking the right amount of mead before getting too tipsy. Overjoyed, Cedric woke his wife with excitement, and shared the thread of kindness with his wife. Though first she doubted her mad husband, the thread made all of this change when a flow of gladness entered her.
Soon the children came in the bedroom to see what all the raucous was about. Cedric invited them to try the thread as well, making the family more joyous than ever. But Cedric then remembered why he had prayed to the Gods in the first place. He cared for his family, but he wanted to share this gift with the world, and not keep the thread to himself.
So off Cedric went, sharing the gift at first with his startled neighbour, then the next person he saw, then the drunkards, the guards and even the emperor. The whole city was so overjoyed, carrying Cedric around the town and naming him the God of kindness and charity. Cedric was even gladder than he was to receive such a title, but after a hard days work of doing nothing but giving kindness, he found himself to be rather tired. So after giving everyone a chance with the thread, he took the string back and brought it home to sleep with him.
Overnight, the emperor Had contacted friends from outside the kingdom, who seemed interested in this thread. The next morning, Cedric had a whole second kingdom at his door, as well as his own people. He tried eagerly to pass the thread around, allowing both kingdoms to enjoy the thread's prosperity, but soon the crowds were out of control, and Cedric loss his gift to a wave of hands.
At first Cedric didn't mind this. He figured at least the people would remember the gift he gave to people, so his wish hadn't been entirely in vain. Unfortunately, everyone else didn't agree, as a thief had stolen the thread of kindness, and the kingdom wanted a new thread. Cedric did try to explain that the oracle had given him the thread, but not even the emperor would accept this excuse. Cedric was to make a new thread, or else he and his family would be executed tomorrow at mid day.
Cedric cried in fear before he slept, after trying to weave threads himself, hoping the string of kindness some somehow been left on his hands. However, it was not Cedric who had made the thread of kindness, but the oracle. After kissing his children goodnight, promising they wouldn't be executed, and cuddling his wife one last time, Cedric desperately prayed on his bed to see the oracle one more time.
Once again Cedric dreamed of seeing the oracle, who was not pleased with how Cedric had abused her gift to him. He hadn't realized one man could only make a difference to so many people. Cedric bent to his knees, begging for forgiveness, and after a while the oracle gave into his moans. However, Cedric would no longer be remembered for giving the thread to others, and would have to be satisfied with his previous life. Cedric agreed, and with a click of her fingers, the whole event was forgotten.
When Cedric reminisced of his old days, he wondered why he had bothered trying to make a difference. Had he wanted people to notice him more? Or did he want acceptance of his fellow man? Either way, though many generals and nobleman marched into war to make a name for themselves, Cedric knew he would never do such a thing ever again.
***Author's Note:***
A man who dreamed for a better life, but had to deal with strife...
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First full moon
"Why have you brought me here!?" Aaron demands of his captor, looking around the cabin that is bare of any furniture. There is only a single door in the wall, no windows
"You were bitten," the stocky man replies calmly." And tonight is a full moon."
"A rabid dog! A rabid dog bit me and I was treated!" Aaron shouts back.
The man laughs heartily. "That was no rabid dog, boy," he says after his laughter subsides. "That... that was a werewolf. And tonight will be your first transformation."
"You're crazy, man! Aaron shouts as he charges at the man, only to be caught by the arm and flung across the room.
Aaron crashes hard into the wall, the breath knocked out of his lungs, and crumples to the floor, gasping for air.
"It would be wise for you to not try that again, boy," states the man flatly. "Ah, where are my manners," he says lightheartedly, "my name is Chase. And it is my duty to see you through your transformation."
Still trying to catch his breath, Aaron unsteadily tries to get to his feet, his blood running hot.
"You feel it? Don't you?"
"You're crazy," Aaron mutters.
"We'll see about that," the man retorts laughing as he takes his shirt off. "Unless you have a spare set of clothes, you might want start stripping. It won't be long now."
"No! Let me out of here!" Aaron shouts. But the man pays no attention to him.
"All will be clear soon enough if you complete the transformation."
"You're crazy! There's no such thing as werewolves!" Aaron yells, his blood now on fire. "You're sick, man! Just let me go!"
The man laughs. His laugh becoming deeper, booming even.
Grabbing his chest, his heart starts racing out of control, his blood thumping in his ears, sweat starts beading on his skin.
His voice deep and booming, "there's no heart attack, boy" Chase chuckles.
Aaron can barely hear what the man is saying, the thumping in his ears overpowering the sounds of his voice. His abdomen spasms, his guts contorting painfully, his skin begins to darken. Aaron screams as a fire builds inside his body, burning his skin, fear and dread swelling up inside. Falling to the ground, his chest cracks and pops, expanding becoming more pronounced, his shirt ripping under the pressure of his growing chest. His vertebrae breaking apart becoming larger. The muscles in his torso becoming denser, larger. The hair on his arms and legs starts to thicken, starts to spread slowly over his body.
There is nothing else. No one else. Just pain. Just torment just the never ending fire burning through his bones, his muscles his skin. No other thought exists in his head. Only the pain.
The bones in his legs break apart stretching, thickening, his muscles becoming more powerful, his pants tearing apart at the seams. Every bone in his feet and hands fracturing, breaking unevenly, reforming into bigger ectremities, his shoes tear in half. A sudden violent blow sends his head snapping back as his jaw breaks apart, his teeth start to contort, twist, reshape into fangs.
"You're almost there, boy." Aaron hears Chase state, the blood no longer thumping as hard in his ears.
The bones in his arms start to crack, a ripple going through his arms as it becomes more muscular, longer, larger. First one arm, than the other deforming, then transforming into larger, muscular appendages. His senses start to return as the fire inside him settles down, the pain subsiding.
Jumping to his feet, Aaron's gaze locks onto a bipedal beast standing just feet away.
"Wait, boy!" The beast snarls.
A familiarity with its voice.... Chase.... That thing.. that's Chase
A growl escapes Aaron's mouth, deep and guttural as he stares at Chase.
"Slowly" he snarls. "Focus on your words." Chase states.
Aaron growls again, impatiently raising his arm to point at Chase, stopping to stare at it. He looks at what is now a dark skinned, clawed hand, and an arm covered in dark brown fur. But he is not frightened in the slightest. This all feels somehow.... right.
Examining his body, he pulls of his tattered shirt and torn pants which seem much to small for him, and tosses them aside. His entire body is covered in a thick, brown fur. His skin is darker as well. Feeling his fur covered face, his head feels larger than normal, his jaw more squared, his teeth fang like. His nose shorter and pointier, his ears elongated into soft points.
"How do you feel, boy?" Chase asks.
He felt good. Powerful free. Aaron clenches his fists, flexes his muscular arms, and then relaxes them. "Feels.... good," Aaron manages to huskily say.
"Come," Chase says as he walks over the door and shoves it open.
Stepping outside, Aaron takes in a long, deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air, and detecting numerous scents that he's never smelled before. Looking around he can see everything vividly despite it being night time. It is as if he is experiencing life for the first time. An urge to run, to feel the wind caress his skin.
And before he knew what he was doing he was off. His powerful legs deftly carrying him through the woods. Inhaling, exhaling, step after step, Aaron ran. A sense of freedom overcoming him. Pivoting on his powerful paws he smoothly cuts tight turns without missing a step, the trees just a blur to him.
He can sense Chase nearby although he can not see him. Sniffing, he detects Chase's scent, but it was an old scent. Not fresh. Jumping Aaron grabs onto a tree and with his powerful arms and legs, then jumps higher onto the tree. Looking around the woods stretch further than he can see in every direction, but Chase is no where to be seen.
"You will learn, boy" Chase states firmly, in a low guttural voice, perched a couple yards above Aaron.
Aaron, caught off guard by, bounces to another tree, then rebounds to the ground, Chase landing close to him.
Chase's body contorts, his bones cracking and snapping, his fur receding and falling off. Within seconds he is no longer a beast, but a man standing naked in front of him.
"You will learn, boy" Chase begins.
"Not boy," Aaron snarls. "Aaron."
Chuckling, "Aaron it is," Chase begins "it is much easier to speak in this form given our vocal chords, our wolf's vocal chords, aren't meant for communication in this fashion. In time you will learn to master your new senses, and transform at will. The full moon will trigger your transformations until then, and yes, it will become easier and less painful over time. This land." Chase indicates the surrounding area, "is our home. We will provide training for you while you adjust to your new life. Tonight is your's. Our borders are marked, you would be wise to stay within them."
With that, Chase transforms back into a dark fur colored, bipedal beast, and runs off, leaving Aaron alone. But not truly alone for there are new scents in the air. Similar scents to Chase but different. Perhaps other werewolf's? Have they come out of hiding now? Had Chase given them a signal that he missed? A chorus of howling ripples through the air from all around him, filling him with a sense of pride, power, belonging. He takes in a long deep breath, and howls.
***Author's Note :***
Life is about to change for Aaron. And not for the better. Bitten by what he thought was a rabid dog several weeks ago, he has come to learn that werewolves really do exist. And his first change......
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The Shrine
I'm not squeamish. I grew up on the internet. I've done my time on 4chan. When my girlfriend and I tried to watch The Human Centipede together on halloween, she ended up leaving the room and I finished the movie by myself while shoveling Tootsie rolls into my mouth. I've scrolled through absent mindedly through Encyclopedia Dramatica's "offended" page. I'm not even going to mention the things I've fapped to. It's not like I'm some greasy weirdo who obsesses over this stuff. Maybe I had an edgy phase in high school, but who didn't? I'm now a well-adjusted college student. I'm just curious, and not easily grossed out.
So, I'm not afraid to click on random shit. And I was a little curious when scrolling through tumblr (which has been shit for a long time, but my girlfriend still post there so I still go on it too) and one of the blogs I follow that used to post porn, posted a link instead. They had commented, "I cannot continue to post on tumblr. There is more content here." So I checked it out.
It was like a website from the 90's a plain red background. A blue, plain text link reading "Did deep to find your most intense desires!" The URL appeared to be a long string of random characters.
I clicked. It was a guro site. Of course, I was un bothered, so I just scrolled on. Anime girls with missing limbs, cam girls photoshopped to look mutilated. Further down the page were more sinister things. Real dead animals. Real dead people. Nothing I hadn't seen before. I scrolled on.
Then, among all those mutilated bodies, I saw my girlfriend. I mean, it couldn't have been, but it looked just like her. Then there were more photos of her. Dozens. The more I looked at, the more convinced I was: it was her, and she was dead.
I called her. She answered she was alive I was relieved but also, horrified. Someone had created these images of her without her consent! I thought about telling her, but it would scare her. I felt like I had to protect her innocence.
I copied and pasted the insanely long URL into a word document and examined it. Most of the characters in the URL seemed completely random. Then I saw the beginning. It began as shrineofjezallah. com then one backslash, and then my first and last name.
It felt as through my heart had been thrown into ice water. Who had done this? They knew who I was, they knew who my girlfriend was, and they tormented me with these pictures of here? Of course the first thing I did was call the police. They didn't seem like they cared though; the dispatcher just said the police would call me back. I couldn't wait; I had to find out who had done this! I started by messaging the person who had posted the link on tumblr.
The conversation went like this:
Me: who the hell are you?? How do you know my name?
Jezallahs_maiden: I don't.
Me: don't play dumb! That creepy website you posted had my first and last name.
Jezallahs_maiden: of course, it has many names. But I do not. I am but her servant. I don't know what she knows.
Me: WTF?
Jezallahs_maiden: don't be afraid. She does not harm. She only shows you what could be. The choice remains yours, to act on what you've seen.
Jezallahs_maiden: I advice against telling me or anyone else what you saw in the link. It is the most personal secret you could keep. The website is enchanted. It will show you what you lust after more than anything else in the world.
***Author's Note :***
YOU HAVE DISCOVERED WHAT APPEARS TO BE AN ORDINARY ROOM BUT AS SOON AS YOU ENTER THE ROOM, TIME STOPS FOR YOU ,WHEN YOU LEAVE THE ROOM,TIME RESUMES,PICKING UP RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT OFF. WHAT DO YOU USE THIS ROOM FOR?
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Hello December
My birthday month will hopefully be well and beautiful and I will receive many blessings today. I will work even harder so that I can help my parents even more, this is really a challenge for me but everyone can handle it because the lord knows that I can overcome it.
I was really busy when I went to school in October because I found a job, she was nice with free food so I could save money. . Because I'm busy I don't really notice the time so I can't read here in readcash, so I really need to get back at you and work hard to make my Christmas happy. .
When november came in, my work increased even more because my boyfriend was still taking care of abroad, so as a girlfriend, I helped him as much as I could when I had time to accompany him in getting the requirements. .
So sometimes I can't really publish because I don't have enough time so I can't even read. It's a waste of this opportunity, especially since this platform has helped me a lot, so I'm not really going to give up everything I do.
I'm sorry for the inconvenience I'm not active, especially in reading your articles.
Oh December I hope my christmas will be good I will do everything I can if I can ask my boyfriend for help to stay active in reading 😊 .
My Goal for december
Be even more diligent for the future.
Work while reading an article, work while writing fiction stories, I hope I can handle that. I always think positive.
.i hope i can make 100 $ until december 24 to enjoy our noche buena and be able to give a gift to my parents ..
It only happens once a year so I should celebrate and be happy 😊 even though the weather is different now ..
.When I was a child, when I entered November, most of the houses had Christmas lights and you could really feel the fun in yourself because Christmas was near, so when I entered December 1 in the morning, we would look for cans for let's make this drum haha done .we will practice Christmas songs ..
So on December 1, when night falls, the streets are very noisy while the young people are having fun🥰
So hopefully after the year 2021 the pandemic in the world will disappear and there will be good and orderly politics here in the philippines ..
***Author's Note:***
I hope that to be our President in the coming 2022, our country will be well managed so that the Philippines can be re -established out of poverty and the Philippines will rise again so that no Filipino will sacrifice to go abroad .. .
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Timeless
I gather my tools, hands shaking slightly. The cogs and gears that have always been so familiar to me look different today. Maybe it is because they gleam brighter, or maybe it is because of all the promise they hold.
Perfect pieces of the perfect clock.
Clocks you see are essential for life, and for death. Peoples souls are intricately tied to their individual clocks; so long as the hands tick, life goes on. A person's life (or lack therefore) is wholly Dependent on their clock, not disease or even age.
It's the reason why clockmakers, like me, are in equal parts revered and feared. We are in charge of making each person's clock, the device that anchors each soul to time. Without their clock, a person can exist in the past, the present, and the future, all at once Theoretically, these people, called the timeless are immortal. Theoretically. The strain of being in an infinite different places and times at once kills them almost immediately after they are brought into existence.
Nobody cheats time.
Except me perhaps. If my experiment works, I will have thwarted the oldest force known to humanity. The thought of this makes me shiver in anticipation, and fear; fear of disobeying the law of the universe. But it is too late to stop now. I must see whether it is possible.
The weight of my metal-filled satchel sits loosely against my hip, bouncing against my bones every time I move.
I make for the room, wending down dark, wood-panelled corridors. This building is so ordinary, a publisher's office in the middle of Manhattan, yet it contains and conceals such power-the likes of which have never been seen before.
The door finally appears, its brass door-knob shining in the moonlight that filters in from the window.
I place my hand on it, then turn it creaks open, and I step inside, my heart ceasing its beating for a millisecond as time stills and warps. And then it is there again, loud and reassuring, as the loop restarts.
That's how the room works: time has not stopped here. That would be impossible. It is looping, however. The room is one moment repeated again and again and again, on and forever. The time warp in the room detaches a human from their clock, but rather than letting the soul drift free to other places and times, it keeps it alive within one moment. So technically, I could stay in this indefinetely, never ageing.
I pull out my clock from my satchel and place it on the makeshift table, a cold sweat pouring down my face.
This is it.
Clockmakers are taught at a young age to value each second in their lives, because one never knows when their clock will stop.
I see the brass hands of my silver wristwatch now, stilled by the room, and the sight of its strikes such dread in me that I almost give up and leave.
Almost.
Slowly, with precision born out of years of practice, I disassemble my clock.
This is done usually after the death of a person.
I am not dead, however.
A clock built outside of the room, in normal conditions, ticks like you would imagine a regular clock to tick.
12-1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11
But what about a clock built in. Time warp? This question is the crux of my experiment.
I reassemble it, carefully, methodically. I am in that headspace now, when it just me and the parts in front of me. I see each of them with perfect clarity. I see where they fit, I see how they come together, I see what they form.
I silver wristwatch is reassembled in mere minutes. I turn it over my breath coming in short gasps. What if I did it? What if I changed the fundamentals of time itself?
The minute hand does not move. My disappointment is extreme. I swallow the knot of tears in my throat.
And then I see the seconds hand. It ticks barely between the 12 and the point immediately after it. 12 point after 12-12 again. Back and forth like a pendulum, between 12 and the next second. The clock is ticking but it is not ticking away time. It is ticking within a Moment that loops continously.
My soul is tied to this clock. As of now, I exist only within one moment that is endless. I am immortal.
**Author's Note :**
YOU HAVE DISCOVERED WHAT APPEARS TO BE AN ORDINARY ROOM BUT AS SOON AS YOU ENTER THE ROOM, TIME STOPS FOR YOU ,WHEN YOU LEAVE THE ROOM,TIME RESUMES,PICKING UP RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT OFF. WHAT DO YOU USE THIS ROOM FOR?
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The life of a valiant OFW
The life of a brave OFW is not easy, most of us here in the philippines think that when they go abroad they will be flushed that they didn't think they could go abroad to get better at life ..
Especially now here in the philippines life is very hard because of the corruption of politics so most of us are forced to go abroad even if they don't want to leave their families. .
My boyfriend is one of those who wants to go abroad so now he is arranging the requirements for korea, they will spend too much so my boyfriend's plan is to borrow once he is expelled from the country. .that is, in my boyfriend's situation, it is really difficult, apart from the high cost, it is also difficult to get the requirements, especially those seen in the province. .
It's really sad to think that they are willing to sacrifice to leave their family just to support themselves in poverty, because wages are low here in the Philippines so that's the only solution they thought of to get out of poverty .. .
I really don't want my boyfriend to go abroad because I know his job there won't be easy and besides, he doesn't have anyone to be with so it's really unavoidable to be homesick and sad but my boyfriend told me as long as he has a dream he's willing to endure everything .how difficult is it ..just always pray to the lord.
Emigrating is actually very difficult
I haven't experienced it yet but I see it in my aunts who are abroad and in what I watch on Television. .The OFW's are really lucky when they go abroad to America, just like in Canada, the salary is high and it is an open country. There are many Filipinos who live there with their families ...
It is good to live in abundance so you need to be diligent in yourself and be strategic for the future of the family. .
So I am very impressed with the people who are willing to leave the country for their family so that it can be sustained in poverty. .I even used to think about how it feels to be separated from my family because I haven't experienced it in my whole life because my parents don't want me and my siblings to be away ..
I also share the one with my company where the name of the company is NIDEC Philippines, the owner is a Japanese so when I joined as an operator in the company they admired me so they called me to the office to offer me to go to Japan in their main company to .there I would still hone my skills but my parents didn't agree because they didn't want to keep me away because they would be sad. .
***Author's Note:***
It's just based on how I feel and see OFWs. Long live and Beware you always brave OFW God bless you all ❤️
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Human
Her eyes reflected the millions of stars above us and her pale skin bathed in the moonlight. She looked up into the not too cloudy sky with a vacant and content stare while taking another drag on her joint. She was more quiet than usual;meaning, between the two of us, there were little words spoken.
Her hair fell in its natural way, in dark and messy waves. Her eyelashes were covered in no mascara and her face was free from foundation. Her lips weren't red and the underneaths of her hazel eyes had a slight purple tint as a reminder of the sleep she was inevitably missing. Her freckled shoulders held up the thin straps of her tank top and she wore her long shorts that cuffed at the knee. It was now-under the brightest full moon of the year, on the cold tiles of the roof of my house, free from fancy dresses and make up that I saw Jade's beauty.
She was soft spoken. No one really knew her because she had an impeccable ability to befriend many people without having to share more than she wants (which is not much). She was a sister among many other siblings much younger than her and, naturally, decided that she preffered her own company. She was kind and self-assured and she had great ideas about things no one would think or dare to question. Jade was like a dream, and I was the neighbour she tolerated. She was my neighbour who I always fascinated myself with.
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Wordlessly, she put the rolled up drag between my teeth. After giving her a stern look. Which was returned with another- I inhaled and let the drugs into me.
"Weed is like a remedy for me," she finally drawled, "it's what I turn to when the world falls to shit; when I turn to shit...."
I hummed in response and we sat in silence once again. Apart from the occasional car horn or sound of tires against road, the city was silent. Crickets or cicadas -I'm not sure, I didn't pay much attention in 2nd year biology-or maybe both, were the loudest noise heard from our perch on my roof a 2 am that night.
Jade looked at me after a long time. I noticed without acknowledging and saw as she studied the boy sat beside her. "Ask me something," she whispered.
I turned to her slightly and properly watched her eyes wander over my form. My stick thin arms, jean-covered legs and tatty sneakers, my ash-blonde hair and my average face. Although I felt a wave of self-consciousness as she looked me up and down, she seemed to find the lanky class-clown beside her the most interesting thing she had seen. For a second, her question slipped my mind. I hummed softly as if asking her telepathically to ask me once more.
"Ask me anything, I'm sick of not telling anyone anything."
I thought for a second while she finished her stick of remedy. "What is it like inside the mind of Jade Peters," I ask eventually.
To this, she did a little bit of an airy giggle, where it's more of a knowing huff. "What isn't inside of my mind?"
After a slight pause, she continued in a slow and quiet voice, "I guess I think about many things. I think about where I'll fit in the world, how everyone else does, about how I'm going to manage after graduation, whether or not there is a higher purpose for any of us, the fact that not one of us are special and, even if we are living our lives in first perspective, we aren't all different and we aren't all book characters like we all dream to be. I guess I think a lot about the reality that humanity tries to forget."
I sat in silence, holding onto every word that seemed to fade into the night otherwise. "What are you thinking about now?"
She cocked her head to the side, staring intently at the sky beyond the horizon. "You," she stated simply.
"I'm on all kinds of shit for all kinds of reasons. Mostly anti depressants. They're supposed to make me stop thinking, but I don't think they work. I'm not supposed to drink when I'm on them but I do but you know that obviously, you held my hair back that one time when I got too drunk.
"I wish I didn't need drugs to make me feel more human. Marijuana and alcohol and paroxetine... I depend so heavily on remedies and I'm not even sure when they end I start anymore..."
Her stare remained vacant but she turned to me with a slight smile "I'm thinking about you because you're a bit of a tether to reality for me at the moment. Because, in this last year, I've come to make a proper friend. If I don't know me, I'm sure you know me. Because I'm letting you know every corner of me, letting you be as close to a best friend as I'm ever going to get." She held her hand out and I placed mine in it. It was warm, but not clammy or sweaty in the slightest. In comparison with my cold hands, hers were perfect. She grinned softly once more. Everything about her tonight was soft and quiet and she seemed more comfortable than I've ever seen her. Her feet rubbed against each other absent mindedly and she had an aura of relief after a long absence of relief;she was beautiful and calm and happy.
I wanted more than anything to give her back that soft grin she had granted me with. I wanted more than anything to scoop her up into my arms and tell her that everything was okay. I had known Jade to be this strong willed person all my life, and slowly she was becoming this soft and calm person before my eyes. Strong all the same, but she had finally given into her loneliness and let herself be.
In spite of every though inside me telling me not to, I removed my hand from Jade's and instead pulled her into a kiss. Her lips where soft and unalarmed and she slowly wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her fingers played with my messy hair and my hands found their way to her hips. I refused to let the moment or this faithful night on my tiled roof go. After however long, we both pulled away from each other and Jade leaned across the slanted roof to place her head on my shoulder. I couldn't help but think about how nicely we fit together. How well we worked as a team.
Jade didn't look up at me, or even open her eyes but she whispered a thank you. She told me that, for once, she felt human. I told her the same. I told her that sometimes we need a reminder that we're all human. To this, she gave her huffy giggle.
After however long, Jade decided she had to climb back over into her own room. With a fleeting kiss, she effortlessly crawled across branches and sat on the windowsill of her two-story high window, for a second she turned around and offered me one final soft grin.
Thank you, Jade Peters. For reminding me that, in this night beneath a thousand stars, I am human.
***Author's Note:***
It is 3:15 am and I decided that instead of sleeping, I would write shitty story about two confused teenagers finding comfort in a late night on a rooftop. You will notice lines identical or alike to Dodie Clark's "HUMAN". That is, of course, intentional. She deserves all credit for those lines, the tittle and the idea of this story.
Thanks for reading if you made it this far.
Which came first, The Alien or the Egg?
Low rumbles reverberated through the steel chamber. Akemi sat primly at its centre, hands folded in her lap, eyes closed, not a single hair out of place. Doors as thick as she was tall shuddered apart, and summer-warmed air poured in. She waited a moment for the dizziness to fade, then opened her eyes. Four decades into the future, her lab was still pristine, and blessedly empty. She stepped neatly out of the bowels of her machine.
It must be a strange feeling to have caused an apocalypse that has happened yet. Can you describe it?
Disappointment. I never got the chance to better the experiment, and now I might never find out if it could've worked.
Is that all?
That's all there is.
The familiar whirring of centrifuges and motors was gone, replaced by silence so absolute it was oppresive. As a rule, Akemi did not like feeling things. It complicated matters, and it interfered with reason and logic. But as she pulled up the gleaming blinds and gazed out at the world beyond, she could not help but feel a prickle of fear. The city spread before her was empty. No vehicles stood shimmering in the heat, no people stood clustered around the cafes and boutiques, no airplanes roared overhead. Odd, tufty weeds pushed through the cracks in the roads and the pavements and the buildings. It was as if the city was a toy that had been stored away after after being outgrown, collecting dust and waiting for something that would never come.
It was fear that kept Akemi hovering at the threshold of the lab. The sensible thing was to go out and investigate; she knew there had to be a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. Perhaps air pollutants or harmful radiation from the sun had forced the city to move underground. Perhaps LA had become a ghost town. But fear was a powerful drug, and with her senses clouded so, Akemi could not bring herself to go out.
Had she been thinking clearly, she might have wondered why her lab had been so meticulously maintained, when the rest of the city was in disrepair.
What are the creatures like?
They are what they made themselves to be.
Could you elaborate on that?
That's like asking me to describe to you a colour that you have never seen before.
Try, please.
The... circumstances.. of their creation are unique. It would follow that their structure is unique too. From what little testing I could do before my arrest, I found that they were able to exert conscious control over themselves at a molecular level, shaping their bodies as they observed their surroundings . what?-yes, yes, write it down, and a fat lot of help it'll do you or anyone else.
Are they intelligent?
More so than any other creature on this Accursed planet.
A sprawling, almost liquid shadow fell across the city. Trembling slightly, Akemi looked up, and went deathly pale. Unbidden, a word came to her lips, one from conspiracy theories and research papers on UFOs and all the other things she didn't believe in Aliens.
The craft was wide, almost like a hovering deck. Silhouettes milled atop it, distorted by the shimmering air. With trembling hands, Akemi reached for the binoculars in the cabinet near the window, and trained them upon the vessel.
The creatures were reflections of life in trick mirrors. Their bodies were vaguely human; some had the rectangular pupils of a goat or the sharp golden irises of eagles, some had falcon wings growing from their backs, some had the barbed tails of crocodiles and fewer still had curving tusks of elephants. As Akemi watched, a condor flew by one of the creatures with antelope horns. It deftly picked the bird from the sky, shredding her wing and gazing intently at the way the muscles were arranged. Red lumps of similar muscle began to appear on its back.
Akemi put the binoculars down, bile rising. It was not hard to imagine what had happened to the people.
Where do they come from? Deep space?
They have no origin. They are self created entities, and they simply are.
Could you explain that?
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? It's the same thing for the creatures. They birth themselves and nest in paradoxes; there is no beginning or end to them, just a loop that allows no disturbance.
Something glimmered in the corner of Akemi's eyes. She whipped around, and found herelf facing rows of robin-blue eggs near the heater, stacked neatly within incubating containers. An idea seized her, quick as lightning. If she took them back home to 2021, she could hatch them in a lab and find potential weaknesses; she could stave off the alien invasion. Heart pounding, she began to load the containers into the chamber.
The hovercraft flew right by the window, and the creatures leaned in to watch. They didn't seem to have any interest in stopping her.
Akemi shrieked, and began to close the doors. Somewhere past the window, she could see a woman in a grey prison jumpsuit with matted hair stumbling toward the lab. The aliens continued watching, impassive.
"You'll cause this invasion if you hatch them! Stop!" The woman screamed. But the air pressure dropped within the time travel chamber, and the doors clicked shut just as the woman fell to her knees. Akemi blearily throught that the woman had looked an awful lot like her, then put it down to dizziness. She slumped down as the machine rumbled.
What happened to the eggs?
What do eggs do? I was arrested before I could fully secure them, and the hatchlings escaped. They used me as a template to shape their first bodies, but hidden from us, they will grow to the very same creatures I first saw destroying humanity four decades hence.
Thank you, Dr. Rothson.
***Author's Note :***
I used the concept of a Bootstrap Paradox for this story! I'm not sure how well i could get it across in this story, so do look it up, it's very interesting.!
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Home
They had landed.
"What's the matter?" She said.
"Blue, green..." He said.
"And.. What?"
The captain looked sick. His cheeks were hollow and his grey eyes were lifeless.
'It's looks just like home.'
"We.. are home..." She said defiantly.
The words seemed to bring him comfort. His eyes melted and he swallowed tightly.
'You're right,' he choked. 'After years of being lost in space.. We're finally home.'
She looked at him with soft, glimmering eyes. 'Stop looking looking at the radar captain, this is earth.'
She flung her helmet to the ground and ripped off her space gloves. She kneeled and picked a blade of grass between her fingers. Tears fluttered to the ground like like dew. He stood at the helm of the door and he cried too.
"Thank you." She said. "I have to leave now. I have to find my family again. We've been missing for years. My parents.. They are all I have left here now."
He nodded solemnly, turned to look back at the ship and took a deep breath.
"Before you go," he said.
She looked up at him.
"I was looking at the calculations. The ship was running out of energy. The electric... The water.. The weight allowance.. It wouldn't have been able to carry us both for much longer."
She nodded. We were very fortunate.
His face was still. The ashen black hair framed is pale skin.
The teal sky floated above. A long, grey road loomed ahead. Across the road was a cafe. The door chimed as she walked in.
"Hello," she breathed. "Can I have a cup of tea please?"
The taste of tea was magical on her tongue. The two brown sugars melted into a mug of milky brown liquid. Vapour floated into the nothingness. She sat at the table nearest to the window. She pressed her hand against the clean glass. After a few sips she retrieved a woman note from her pocket, riddled with lines and creases. A phone number.
"Do you have a phone I could use please?"she said.
The old barista pointed to a phone from behind the counter. She took a deep, empty breath and dialled the number of her parents. The line beeped and cut out. Of course, the number would have likely changed in all of those years. She tried an alternative. Nothing.
"Thank you," she smiled weakly.
She finished her tea and reached for the newspaper wrack. Her eyes darted over the fresh print. Something was wrong.
"The date.." She muttered. "There's no date."
"Excuse me."she said to the barista. The newspaper flopped onto the table. "Excuse me what is the date?"
The barista looked at her blankly.
She blink hard. "What about the day? Monday, Tuesday?"
The barista spoke her with a dry, crackled voice.
"What's a monday? What's a tuesday?"
She felt the room spin.
Where exactly am I? She uttered.
"You're in the place of Seltizer51," said the barista.
'That's not a country!'
"What's a country?"
The blood rushed away from her face. Her cheeks filled with a sharp prickle and the air became sharp. She staggered, fell onto the floor and then scrambled up again. The thoughts came rushing in. The puzzle piece summoned itself.
She could hear the captain's voice echoing in her memory now. "It looks just like earth. We were running out of resources. "
She screamed and rushed to the door. 'Not home, not home!' She cried out of herself.
"Captain!"
In the depths of greenery, the ship was still there in the distance. The captain was standing at the entrance, on the look out for her.
"You let me think this was home!" She screamed.
"Stay away, he echoed at her. The ship can't carry both of us. I want to go home."
She started running towards him.
"Don't leave me on this planet," she yelled.
"I'm warning you. Stay back."
She ran towards him. A sudden gunshot crashed through the air. A bullet whizzed past her and smouldered the soil. She stopped on the spot.
"I'm warning you!"she shouted. "Make another step and this time I won't miss."
"Please!" She begged. "Let me back on."
"There isn't room for the both of us."
"You don't get to decide.
"I'm afraid I do, I'm the captain."
She stepped forward. She heard a loud bang and then her knee cracked, a wave of pain swelled in her leg. Her hands and face fell into the grass.
"You shot my leg!"
"I warned you."
She looked on as tears rushed down her face. She saw through a watery vision the ship as it suddenly burst to life. The lights flared up, the ground beneath it vibrated.
"I want you to know," he shouted. "That this wasn't personal. The ship can't support both of us.. You thought this was Earth. It was your mistake.
She took her head and more tears fell onto the green grass. This time her tears did not seem like sweet, innocent drops of dew. They fell onto the grass like the last blinking lights of hope.
"Please don't do this.." She sobbed.
"Takw care of yourself," he shouted. "I'll never forget you."
A roar of thunder blew out of the machine's base and it started lifting into the air. The smoke and debris whipped at her face and engulfed her in a coal black cloud. With the bullet lodged in her knee, she could not even get up to watch the ship as it took off into the horizon.
She could only lay there. Her neck was craned upwards and she continued to watch, her eyes following the black dot as it slowly shrunk away into the sky, disappearing into the distance, and fading away along with her hopes of ever getting home again.
***Author's Note:***
A short story for a competition with the theme of landing.
Many thanks for reading my article. I'm sorry if I don't become active because I'm too busy but I can make up for it .
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Pinned up
I have always had a love for books. One of those kids who could read a book in a single sitting. But as I got older, other things became more important and should destroyed my love for reading. Forcing me to read specific books for class was not exactly encouraging me to pick up another book at home. But now I'm in college, things are changing and I am learning to rediscover myself. I am starting with trying to revive my love for books. In order to do that you've got to have a new book right? I heard that a new book store opened about 20 miles away and I have a free saturday so I am now sitting in the parking lot of the bookstore ready to rediscover my love for books. So I ate a good breakfast this morning and I am ready to lose myself for hours in this store. I walk into the store and I am amazed at the sight of all the books. I almost forgot what so many books looked like. I'm so excited that I can't decide which genre I want to start with. I've recently been loving true crime so I decided to start with the mystery books. I picked up the the Stand by Stephen King as I have been wanting to read one of his books when someone else comes to stop at the other end of the aisle. I am an extremely nosy person so of course, I turn to look at them for a brief second. But when I do so I nearly drop the book flat on the floor. I know that guy. Well not really because I have never actually held a conversation with him. But I've seen him before. Every summer camp counselor. He is so good with those kids and I can't help that he caught my eye. Well, this is just great. Now I've been staring at the bookshelf for 3 minutes like a creep and he's surely noticed me looking like a weirdo. You know what? I can't do this, I have already made a fool of myself in my own head. I'll just leave and rediscover my love for books another day.
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But I can't do that. Because he is standing at the edge of the aisle and I would have to walk past him to leave. But If I stay any longer I will most definitely do something weird and want to disintegrate into the floor. I can't handle this. He's the hottest guy I've ever seen in person and he's got a great personality. I've had a crush on him for 3 years and he doesn't even know I exist. Ok I can do this. Just walk past him. It's not a big deal. You don't even have to actually interact with him. He moves to put a book back on the shelf in front of him. This is my chance. I duck my head and speed walk past him and out the door to my car and drive away. Except that's not what happens. I don't think I've ever been this embarrassed in my entire life. Because as I am walking right behind him, he steps back from the shelf with another book in hand. But it doesn't stop there because he steps back so far that he accidentally pins me to the bookshelf behind me. I think I will drop dead right now. I pray to whatever God is listening that they just smite me where I stand. Right now. so I don't have to interact with this beautiful man.
He jumps forward once he feels me behind him. Oh my gosh, I could feel his back muscles flexing when he did that. No, no swooning. Just breathe, smile, and walk away.
"Oh my gosh. I am so sorry. Are you alright?" He runs his fingers through his perfect hair as he turns to face me with a look of worry on his face.
"OH yeah I'm totally fine, it's really no big deal." I just look at him with a tight-lipped smile. "Ok bye." I turn to leave silently hoping he doesn't say anything else.
"Wait!"of course. "You look really familiar. Do you work at Cedar Woods summer camp?"
"Yeah, I do. I think I recognize you too." I've got my hands clasped behind my back and I'm bouncing back and forth on my toes just wanting to run out of the store. How did I let this happen? Why am I so awkward.
"I am really sorry for running into you. You didn't hit your head, did you?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Let me buy you coffee to apologize"
"Oh I wish I could but I actually have to meet someone so I've got to go."
"Didn't you just get here like 5 minutes ago."
"How do you know when I got here?" I cross my arms over my chest and his eyes go wide at my question.
"Well, it's kind of hard not to notice a beautiful girl walking in here." He reaches up to scratch the back of his head and stops making eye contact with me. My mouth kind of drops open and I don't know what to say to that.
"I can't believe I just said that out loud," I think he said that more to himself than to me. He clears his throat, "anyway coffee?"
"Sure. I'd love some." I can't believe I just agreed to this. "But I need to know a guy's name before I let him buy me a coffee." Yes, girl! Master that smooth-talking.
"Right, I'm Blake." He extends his hand out to me.
"Shelby." I shake his hand. Wow, his hands are soft. Now let go you've probably been holding his hand for too long.
"Nice to meet you, Shelby." He smiles a gorgeous smile.
"It's nice to meet you too, Blake."
***Author's Note:***
Why do I always end up putting myself in the most awkward situations? All I wanted to do was leave the bookstore and go home. Why was that so hard for me to do?
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