Healing
**Taste of Blasphemy [3]**
Dazed and groggy from the bed,
Memories still haunt with dread.
Cleansed from dirty water of the nation,
Reversed baptism, “Is this salvation?”
The clean clothes he used to wear,
Now filled with filth and grime.
Eventually seeing himself as a seer,
He announced, "Liberty is a crime."
The shelves that he once studied,
Was an algorithm for slavery.
A conclusion that his holiness sullied.
The burden of the truth he must carry.
A start of inception,
A believer's inquisition,
Free from molestation,
A spark waiting for initiation.
**-Marcmire**
Silence
It's already late at night, and I'm laying here alone in my full bed, accompanied by the raging thunder and heavy rainfall outside. I did not have the chance to peacefully sleep, pondering over what would be the outcome of tomorrow.
As my thoughts went deep, not realizing that I've already fallen into a deep slumber. I noticed that it's already morning. I can say it's already going to be a beautiful day, as my girlfriend greets me with a cheerful smile and a lovely kiss to my morning dried lips. "Good morning." She said, smiling as if seeing her lifetime happiness in front of her. I replied with a simple good morning and hugged her tight.
As usual, we ate breakfast, and chatted about silly things, had showered together, and after dressing up, we went to our respective jobs. She gave me a goodbye kiss before going out and gave her one as well.
It was a typical day at work, and papers weren't that much a lot to handle this day.
Coworkers seem to enjoy the atmosphere in the office, there I remembered, it was the company president's birthday, and they are going to have a party later here after work.
Eventually, everyone's jobs done and it was already nearing night, so they already set up the music and went on with the alcoholic drinks, and moments later the party started. As time passes by, the majority of us began to get drunk. It was a wild one, to be honest, some went home already, but some stayed to enjoy, and I am one of them.
One of my coworkers started to flirt with me and asked for a one night stand. I reluctantly agreed as I'm already drunk; I know this will pass by. I deserve to enjoy it. Besides, another one night won't hurt.
So we exited the building, and for a split second I saw the silhouette of the girl across the street that has a resemblance that of my girlfriend, my coworker asked me, "What's the hold-up?" "Nothing," I replied, then we entered the car and slowly drove to a nearby motel and got intimate.
I was quite exhausted after, she gave me a smile of satisfaction, and so did I. Luckily, I still have the energy to go home despite being drunk, As I entered my apartment, I noticed the time was already 2 am or 3 am. My girlfriend was laying on the couch with a tissue roll beside her, and dried ones on the floor. I assume she had a rough day and would ask her tomorrow since my head is too heavy to interact.
I immediately headed to the bedroom and slept peacefully, it was a day well spent, but I reckon there was something special about this day, but I didn't bother to think anymore since I'm already super tired.
I woke up late with a hangover, and it was strange that I didn't receive a "good morning." from my girlfriend nor a wakeup call. I was bothered, so I went to the living room and saw a letter. In the letter, it read that my girlfriend had enough of me, my infidelity was killing her, no matter how much she tries to revive our love, it's still no sound. She's cutting all her contacts with me and that, I would never see her again. Before her name and signature the last lines, we're "Happy anniversary."
I then remembered that it was our anniversary yesterday, I feel terrible, and my heart ached, I didn't know she'd feel that way. I do love her, but, I guess we're done. I'm a free man now, but I reckon she'd come back. I thought boastfully.
As usual, I ate, bathe, and got dressed for work like nothing happened. Well, nothing's better than being a free man. I got to make it count.
Work's done, and I already got home. The greetings of silence were new to me; I grew accustomed to her going home before me and would welcome me home. There's just something missing, and I can't just shrug it off. I just ate dinner and went to bed.
The deafening silence engulfs the room, and it sinks in that she's never going back. I tried pleading for her to come back, but it's no good. It's been years now, and I'm still a mess. Every time I'd see the other side of the bed, I see myself being torn and incomplete without her, and the silence is the one to let me realize that. She was my yin to my yang, the perfect girl to even the scales. Sometimes, you get too blinded and make it uneven, and there you summon chaos and disaster.
I still think about that night, on how I let a little time of pleasure trade over a lifetime of happiness.
The silence was like the calm before the storm.
Now the storm arrived, and destroyed everything in its path; it took everything. A flurry of my summoning, I should have protected my girl from the start. I never realized til' then that there are things that'll stay gone forever, no matter how much you beg for fate and karma. Some things won't go back to the way they were before. I'm regretting that I should have loved her more, but now she's gone.
The silence is so loud to echo the mistakes of my past.
The silence is a friend nor a foe, as it makes me imagine that you were still here without a hindrance.
The silence is you.
-Marcmire
Secrets
Taste of Blasphemy [2]
The believer closed his eyes,
Comfort is where he resides,
Draining his soul slowly,
Taken away from reality,
Woken up in a field,
Hearing cries that doesn't seem to end.
The child fighting the urge to yield,
He asked, "What happened?"
"Open your eyes," The child sobbed.
"Heal yourself from the cataract of lies.
Collect your soul and come forth to me
As I am your sweet remedy."
The believer opened his eyes,
Only to see an image of him dies.
Blinded by faith, he was finally free.
The secrets of the truth; now, he can see.
We often see our subconscious in the form of a child, appearing in our dreams to remind us which path are we taking and reassuring us if this is our desired road.
It depicts the transition from our youth to the harsh realities of life.
Will it be worth the change?
- Marcmire
Confession
**Taste of Blasphemy [1]**
**Confession;**
"Holy Spirit, enlighten us" They say.
Going to such heights if one loses his/her way.
In the journey of finding themselves,
They scrutinize books in ancient shelves.
Midway into the path of salvation,
Praising the church; No degradation,
Secrets are to be ignored,
As it is the will of the lord.
"Oh, father, I confess thy sins." They plead.
In a cage where hypocrisies bleed,
An appointed holy one heeds your sin,
In exchange for pennies earned by your kin.
You look high up to God,
An unfathomable ode given to humanity,
"Are you there?" The believer asked.
Realizing, silence is an answer.
**- Marcmire**
Call me.
Call me when it's half past midnight,
It's our time; let me hold you tight.
Late-night walks,
Late-night affection,
Late-night talks,
Time slowed to perfection,
Oh, I wish it would never disappear.
For me to feel and hear;
The silence of the cold atmosphere,
I treasure every moment that we'll spend,
Wishing that it will never end,
Before the rising sun is here to remind us,
"To treasure every memory in darkness without sight
So you can remember when it vanishes into the light."
Kiss me when it's half past 4,
It's time to say goodbye to our secret hiding floor,
Just like we did before,
When we walked past by the shore
Only the two of us, watching the sunrise,
As I come to my senses that it's just me alone at 5.
**-Marcmire**
Seasons of love
It was still summer when our hearts were still burning hot from the intimacy we felt for each other. Everything was fine; everything was surreal. Each time I held your hand in under the scorching heat of the season, I can feel the warmness of your love, the radiance of your beauty illuminated by the sun’s rays. Oh, I was so deep in love with you, Jane.
*Continuously, it all bloomed. But I knew there was something wrong.*
When spring came, Jane, I was left dumbfounded when I couldn’t feel the same thing you gave me. Where was that burning desire that you had for me? The way you utter, “I love you.” Don’t show any affection anymore. I was distressed, and it signaled me to revive the fire.
*Just like the season, our love dried up like leaves and fell to the ground.*
Now autumn came, Jane, You came at me like a falling leaf that just drifted away from our tree. I tried to make your stay. I tried to hold your hand tight, so you won’t let go of me. I was walking through the park of the season where leaves continuously fall. I saw you right through my eyes. Not alone, but now with someone else. I fall right into despair like a leaf that’s been dried up and disappearing for eternity.
*Your heart was cold like winter; I never thought the heart could have frostbite.*
Winter deduces the coldness that I can feel right now. Inside and out, I long for the fire that once you gave me. The snow fell from the sky; I see them as ashes of our love who’s once the brightness of our hearts. Winter is cold, but I never thought without you is coldest.
When our paths crossed one last time, our eyes met. You’re so happy with, smiling more than we were together. I just gave you a simple smile, letting you know that I accepted what has become of us. I lied to my heart because I thought you felt it. Till the next season, Jane, Cause, for now, you’re just a Jane Doe who made my heart bittersweet and questioned its very existence. Till the next season that I will eventually progress for the better. I love you, and the seasons we shared. I love you.
**-Marcmire**
This is an old work of mine.
Ecstasis
The skies were covered with velvet as if it was bathed in fine wine, below was an area with absolute desolation; ashes and rubble flowing through the wind covering the sun from above. I wander and stood, not knowing how I ended up in this place; all I know is that I need to find my way out.
On my way to find an exit, I saw a silhouette resembling a man, sitting alone on a cranky old wooden chair between two demolished buildings in the vicinity. Judging from his appearance, I can say he's an enemy, not a friend. Wearing a scarf to hide his face, and rough coat with We all have a depiction of what a bad guy or a good guy is, subjective comparison of what is and what is not.
I still have yet to confirm if my hunches are right; either way, I need a companion in this god-forsaken place.
**"One step closer and I'll hack you to pieces."** The figure said as I was heading towards him.
**"Come on; I was just-"** I was interrupted as he swung he sword into my direction with killing intent in his eyes.
"This place is already shattered from the core, turn away, and don't disturb its peace." He said, I was surprised that I was one distance away from death, and my escape is just behind him as I caught a glimpse of light.
**That must be a good sign.**
**I must defeat this guy.**
I smirked, **"I got to this place for a reason, aye."** Much to my surprise, a sword lays down flat on the ground beside me. "This place amazes me," I murmured.
After consecutive provocations, we made the area a battleground with every dance of our swords, making him a much more formidable foe. I admit inside myself that I'm in the verge of defeat, with his aura so dark that it slowly creeps inside my soul to devour me.
**"WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?"** I asked frantically but to no response, only me, barely parrying his every swing with my blade.
I can't seem to see an opening so that I can deal with the killing blow, he's like a mirror of me, reflecting and always knowing what move I'll make.
I know to myself I'm screwed, as my blade shattered with his powerful strike, leaving me fallen on the ground, barehanded.
Is this death itself? Is it over? Nevertheless, it doesn't matter anymore. I'm contented to make this place my final resting place. I closed my eyes, expecting for the final plunge of his blade right through my heart.
I waited for a couple of seconds to meet my ancestors in the afterlife, but, nothing happened. I was confused so I opened my eyes and there I saw him removing his scarf, showing his dreadful smile, and his cold eyes.
"It's not time yet, boy." He said, "What lies beyond is beyond your comprehension. When the time comes, I shall be the one who'll escort you."
I understood when I saw his face, the sense of clarity that I found in this mysterious place was worth the price of my existence. I smiled in relief, and I can feel the rays of sunshine fall before my face.
And so, I woke up to reality with a gun pointed in my head saying, **"I guess, not today."**
-Marcmire.
Underdog
**"As though I have nothing material-like; I have wisdom from hardships that makes me go through troubled times."** Argued by the stoic.
**"Not all are born with a silver spoon, but that doesn't mean you'd have to be an asshole if you are the one who's blessed."** Argued by the pacifist.
Fully grasping the concept of a changing and progressing world, we tend to look back on the authors of our society's evolution from the dark ages and up to now in the modern world.
We must appreciate the lingering ideas that tend to go inside our minds. The innovative people and creative ideas that launched humanity into space. The images that elongate the lifespan of a human person, and the ideas that preserve the culture of specific human societies.
But, as you're reading this, you're probably wondering if: will you ever be an author of humanity's progress? Or you're just going to be another element of another author's story.
The answer to that is how you envision the world, the passion that you want to change something. Neither path is terrible; it matters how it leaves an impact on the planet. **The author can't make an idea a reality if there are no certain elements provided, neither the details won't exist if there would be no author dictating.**
We look upon our young selves as underdogs that are slowly hiking up every mountain top with the hopes of reaching the peak, fulfilled with the outcome of what we've become.
We slowly grow into something of relevance, that we eventually leave an impact on the world.
There are certain drawbacks in the way of an underdog such as:
**Crab-Mentality people.**
You'll meet a lot of people in the way who has a mentality such as these. The idea of success is always enticing that even people will compete with you to the top. The major drawback of this is that when you surround yourself with these people, there are almost zero chances that you'll get to reach the peak. Just like crabs, when clustered inside a bucket, neither of them is getting to the top. **"If I can't have it, neither can you."**
**Bad blood**
Although **blood will always be thicker than water**, it will also be a significant drawback when you have **bad blood**. Rivalries in the family are toxic, mostly fueled by hate and insecurities. It will be bad for your mentality, and it would waste a lot of time trying to appease their unfound resentment.
**Writer's block**
The lack of motivation and inspiration is always one of the biggest hurdles that an author may face. The lack of elements that gives stagnation to one's thoughts can often be annoying. You can overcome it by a long relaxation and a time of peace of mind. After all, all work, no play, makes Jack a dull boy.
So as an underdog, what will you shape yourself? An author or an element?
Nonetheless, the pyramids of Giza wasn't built in a day.
**-Marcmire**
Hi! I guess it's time for me to be back on writing. I missed this platform.
#Untitled 2
Us, playing our plastic instruments.
Like a blissful orchestra of sentiments,
The feelings groove to its timeless melody,
She dances to tame the hearts of many.
The night owl begs,
for these thoughts to be free.
My lifeless soul sings,
to words can't be said in day.
So I shall sleep in the heap of snow,
where I ought to find warmth in cold,
To be embraced by the frost,
Kissed, to be frozen in time.
Always wanted to be queen (Orig Ver)
It was spring and was the time for the different kind of festivities, today was the start of the main festival and also is my brother’s death anniversary, so I’m not really that excited to go out and party. Part of me wants to mourn, even on my birthday tomorrow. I feel guilty for having that fight. Where I wanted a princess gown for the spring festival but he declined because we had no money to buy and we’re going for broke. I was too immature back then, and it made me want to hit myself. Hit myself, because it was the last time that I’ll see him.
My friends called me and wanted to try the app which prompts a random location on a map based on your intentions. It was pretty stupid at first and sounds promising, I need a distraction. We put our first intentions as “Cute” since one friend of ours can’t stop with the vanity. since, I could never happy at this time of the year because it reminds me the disappearance of my brother right at this very day, even if it’s my birthday the next day.
So, we went inside my car, and the app told us to go to a place in town, when we got there, all we saw were cute furry creatures walking through the pavement across the houses. “I never thought cat and dogs would get along,” My friend announced. I just smiled for a bit, somehow it calms my soul seeing a wholesome sight right before my eyes filled with despair. We went for a couple of intentions, traveling to certain sites that gave me a feeling of hope. It was almost evening when we finished and called it a day. “You’re gonna need the energy for tomorrow’s festival,” my friend advised, winking. I smiled and nodded and I delivered them to their homes.
I was about to pull up to my house, when suddenly the app notifies, “What are your intentions?” My eyes, plastered to the text in my phone, made me excited to what treasures I could find before my birthday I typed in, “Happiness” and the app directed me to a place out of town.
I grinned, excited about the things to unfold. Will I find my brother? Will I finally be free of this guilt? Will I finally know the truth? I drove for hours to reach the destination, but it seems it’s been covered by trees and is directed inside the woods. Something tells me that this is a bad idea, but I can’t lose my chance, not anymore. I pulled up to the side and fetched my flashlight in the compartment and went on to trail the spot.
As soon as I’ve reached the spot, I found nothing but a jacket with the insignia of my brother’s biker’s club lying around in dry leaves. “I don’t understand,” I murmured. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my leg. Upon expecting, it was a dart. My vision starts to blur as I slowly lost my consciousness.
I woke up to the sound of drums outside. I was confused waking up to a cabin, with weird symbols engraved in the walls. They seem really familiar, I feel like I’ve seen those before right when I was a kid, but my memory is hazy.
“Are you okay?” I got startled when a kid with blonde braided hair with flowers. I nodded, and she went away. It was a weird feeling. I got up on my feet and went my way outside, the sun was already shining into the big open field with what seems to be houses encircling a large platform. I’m completely terrified and confused feeling unknown to where I’m at.
“I’m glad you’re already awake your highness.”
It sent shivers to my spine, when an old lady, latched her hands on my shoulders. She then directed me to the table across the platform where other elders are eating. “The ceremony is about to start,” she said sitting beside me as they turned their chairs to the left where drummers stood still and people that seem to be like warriors with their tattooed faces ready crouching on the sides.
The drummers start to pound on their drums as dancers appear in columns, it seems like it’s their traditional dance and the warriors bowed their heads down seeing them upfront. It was really lively, making me almost forget that I’m in a foreign place.
It wasn’t until when engines motorbikes start to echo in wide area, they soon make their entrance with riders slightly disfigured. I was in shock, the riders wore the uniforms from my brother’s club, and wearing their mutilated faces.
“Long live the Queen.” The warriors chanted as they threw their spears to the riders, they were dead men, plastered to the bikes. It was a gruesome sight, as they tore them flesh by flesh. I couldn’t move, my tears won’t stop falling. The loud drums echoes to the depths of mind, trying not to fall into insanity.
“We’ve waited for years, death to the men who kidnapped you from us.”
I looked to the eyes of the old woman, trying to make out what’s really going on, is this a dream?
She handed me a drink, as I looked really pale. As soon as I drank it, it made me realize what matters more, it made me realize the reason why I’m alive. I already chose my fate.
The vivid memories, I can remember now that I stumbled upon this village when I got lost while having a road trip with my brother when I was young. It all makes sense now. This people took care of me then made me drank the fluid.
And then I just woke up, on the side of the highway.
I was lost for words.
The elder lady offered her hand, as kids dressed me a cloak made of animal fur and a crown coated with flowers. I took her hand as we walked towards the big platform with loud drums, dancers chanting and warriors cheering. I glanced at the corpses that was left behind, ravaged by their dogs. I just looked at it with no remorse now.
I stood in front of them, being crowned as a ruler.
I got my birthday wish.
I got my happiness.
“Hail to our Queen!”
**I always wanted to be a queen.**
-Marcmire
A/N: Had a lot of power outages in our area and our ISP is one big d*ckhead.
Of darkness.
I never really believed supernatural and superstitious things, not until that incident last week ago. I’m sure you’re familiar of the sleep paralysis that naturally occurs during sleep, which you would tend to wake up in the middle of your slumber, unable to move.
They say, the factors that leads to this kind of tendency are, Stress, fatigue, and likely depression.
I didn’t really mind it at first because, I thought it was just a piece of cake getting back conscious.
Until it happened to me.
I was unable to move in the middle of the silent night and it was so cold, my hands and legs were stiff. I can’t move.
But I stood calm, trying to focus my breathing. As I glanced at my legs, I saw the hands of a figure, large disfigured hands, with claws. Clinging to the side of the bed just beside my thigh. I turned my head slowly, to see a black figure with no face, only showing its reddish eyes large enough to creep me out.
I started to panic at it slowly crawled its way on top of me, with its hands gripping my arm and my throat. Only then I could see that he has a mouth, with its sharp enormous teeth. I tried struggling my way out of this dream state but to no avail. I can only watch the horror of him reaching out his long tongue to my mouth, as if dragging out my soul from my body.
After then,
I woke up.
Since then I’ve felt strange with that experience. I tried conversing with my religious family, and it somehow made me decide something to believe in.
I’ve changed for the better, I have something to look after now.
I’ve suddenly got the urge to kill them, today.
**-Marcmire**
Always wanted to be queen.
It was spring and was the time for the different kind of festivities, I wanted to try the app which prompts a random location on a map based on your intentions. I put in my intentions as “Happiness” since, I could never happy at this time of the year because it reminds me the disappearance of my brother right at this very day, even if it’s my birthday the next day.
So, I got to my car, and the app told me to go to a place outside of town, when I got there, all I saw was a thick forest that had a small entrance, my car can’t fit through so I continued on foot. I was slowly losing signal as I went in deeper, the vibe was strange because it was really dead **silent** and **cold**. Suddenly, I noticed a dart stuck around my arm and I gradually lost consciousness.
I was awoken to a small village which had a lot of trees surrounding the area. I’m mesmerized of the scenery since they’re all singing and dancing and it made me lose my sense of confusion. An old lady approached me to eat with them because their ceremony is about to start, I noticed I was wearing a different dress, a dress made out animal fur and coated with flowers.
We feasted on a special meat they prepared because it tasted really good, and asked how long was I asleep. I was shocked when I knew I was asleep for a whole day. Suddenly, I heard an engine of motorbikes coming toward our place with riders, having a weird face. I tried to analyze it as they came closer, to my shock, it was a ripped face of human they were wearing and the deemed leader of the bikers was my brother’s. I can’t stop my tears falling as their warriors killed every each of them as part of their ceremony. There was sounds of drums and the people cheering and dancing, feeding to their **twisted** corpses.
I was then directed to a huge platform where I was crowned by the elder who helped me get up earlier. Deeply saddened by the events that unfolded, knowing the truth of my brother’s disappearance. I was weirdly happy.
**I always wanted to be a queen.**
-Marcmire.
Prompts : Twisted, Cold, Silent
Time : 1:00PM - 1:10PM
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Did I?
It was already night time when I finished my school works at school, I immediately went home since I’m really tired to work my ass out more and my phone is dead. As soon as I reached back home, I sighed to see the door is still lock. “I guess my roommate is going to be really late,” I said. I put my bag in the living room and proceeded to our bedroom where we share a double decked bed.
To my surprise, he was there at his spot in the upper deck, watching me as I soon entered the room. It creeped me out because he smiled as if he was expecting me. I got really mad, since he didn’t text me earlier before my phone died that he’d be back soon, given that I’m tired, he even locked the goddamn door. I didn’t have the time and energy to argue and he went back to lay down and scroll on his phone like he usually does.
I lay down on my bed in the lower deck for an hour playing a game to calm my nerves and relax on how annoyed I am but suddenly, a voice sent shivers to my spine.
**“Hey! Open up! I texted you that I’d be late right? Why’d you lock the door?”**
There was dead **silence** in the room, and the atmosphere went **cold** as I heard my friend’s voice.
**“Hey open up! Jesus Christ don’t make me repeat myself!”**
My heartbeat was racing fast and I was really **terrified** to speak in reply.
The last words that I ever heard before a dreadful, **twisted** bloody face sprung out from above before I fell unconscious was,
**“I did a good job copying your friend did I?”**
-Marcmire
Prompt : Twisted, Terrified, Silence, Cold.
Timer : 1:20am - 1:30am
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Scouting Revelry.
Hello there, I'm sure you're familiar with the **scouts** and, and how they actively participate in the community by thoroughly lending a helping hand and being active in scouting events.
Today, I'm going to share what are my experiences, and how I perceive scouting as one of the most essential and fun stuff to encounter during the coming of adolescence.
So what is scouting?
Founded by Lieutenant General Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden-Powell, or simpl**y Lord Baden Powell**. Scouting puts its purpose in developing physical, mental, social and spiritual aspects of the youth. The activities implemented by scouting events mainly focus on these for the sole reason that they would be productive members of the society.
The impact to the young people really puts a proud face on the parents and guardians. Scouting can turn a frail boy who doesn't even know how to cook to a person who knows to fend off for himself and knows the way of basic survival fundamentals.
'I don’t normally let Thomas carry dinner plates through – he can be clumsy…but when he cooked me a meal from scratch, I was so proud' https://members.scouts.org.uk/supportresources/search?cat=427,450#:~:text=Parents%20tell%20us%20Scouting%20gives,been%20otherwise%20unavailable%20to%20them.
The rewards of confidence and self sufficiency can really have a big impact in the growth of young scouts, being able to lead their peers and be able to distinguish right or wrong in a disciplined and respectable manner.
**What are the activities of scouts?**
There are a lot! But, I'm just going to put what I usually experienced in my days as a scout.
We usually went on camping (inside borders of the school having to cook our own food), went on hiking to a nearby mountain and especially the ghost stories during at night before we go to sleep.
It really promotes camaraderie since we have a lot of stuff to talk about and all activities solely relies on teamwork and team effort.
These are usually conducted during a camporal and Jamboree. Camporal is at school (mostly in the Philippines, and Jamboree can be provincial, nationwide or international.
But the **contests** are a factor of the fun!
**Scout Law Relay contest.**
These are usually carried out by patrols with 12 members in it, making sure they memorize the 12 laws in order to have a smooth run.
Trustworthy
Loyal
Helpful
Friendly
Courteous
Kind
Obedient
Cheerful
Friendly
Brave
Clean
Reverent.
Patrols battle it out to whoever finishes writing first (alternatively) at the paper below the flag across them, meters away.
The winner gets the points and bragging rights.
**Compass relay contest.**
This one is actually a bit hard, since you need to know the true north (where the sun rises and sets) directions on the compass are plastered on wooden square blocks.
The first patrol to ever assemble it in this manner wins the contest.
**Knot tying contest.**
The contest is simple but hard (At least for me). You need to tie the knots that with the corresponding name of what type of knot it is.
Across your patrol, there are ropes with a paper beside them and a medium piece of wood that is used to where you'd tie the knots.
It is actually a challenge because you'd be pressured by the time, thinking you'd let your team fall behind the others. Accuracy is the focal point of this contest.
**Flags, Hand, and Lantern Signals**
Luckily, I still have a copy of these. These might really come in handy if I went out scouting again soon.
I would never forget the adventures that I had. It can never be expressed just by words because the experience is just too good.
The petty fights, banters, the supposed rap battle with other provinces' representatives, being scolded as a patrol by going to a swimming pool without notice, The contests that we won with constant practice and etc.
I want to cover more of this topic, so I decided to join more activities in scouting as a rover scout soon after this pandemic is lifted.
I'm excited to dive in to emergency rescue protocols and learn bandaging.
Might as well be productive in my 20's, since we're not getting any younger soon and we need to establish stronger connections with people.
**The nostalgia just kicked in, and it was really fun writing this article. It just brings so much memories.**
Til then,
I'll tell you more about scouting soon enough!
Have a great day ahead.
**-Marcmire.**
Sonnet I Death's Express.
**Sonnet I: Death's express.**
A table for a meal for two old men.
Catching up stories for what they have lived.
The word of friend to those words of a pen.
Dire moments of the past they have outlived.
Wisdom is speckled in the mind of old.
Digressing from youth preserving moral.
Coming closer to death is never cold,
When you're in contact with your life long pal.
With every delicious food they bite in,
They had stepped in a world they created;
"Oh' the memories, friend where have you been?"
He's delighted for this day awaited.
We're now here on the road, on **death's express.**
Eat this meal and drink this wine, free from stress.
-Marcmire
***Metre : Iambic Pentameter***
***Language : Modern English***
***Rhyming Pattern : ABABCDCDEFEFGG***
3 weeks into BCH.
Hello guys, I've been really new to the scene of the world of this cryptocurrency and it intrigued me how vast the community despite being a young altcoin.
Today, I'm going to share my presumptive knowledge about the cryptocurrency in light with the challenge/contest that @Arnavaria has held.
Link : https://read.cash/@Arnavaria/writing-contest-about-bch-7bf5f1ea
**Bitcoin Cash (BCH)**
It was spearheaded mostly by bitcoin miners and developers coming with a scaling solution called **"Segwit2x"** to increase the block size limits. Many of the bitcoin community weren't happy with this and thought that an increase in block size was the only way to scale.
So likely,
The code was forked and BCH emerged with an 8MB block limit. (which was later increased in 32MB in a hard fork)
I'm not quite familiar to segregated witness as means of second layer solutions such as the lightning network but I haven't dove deep into that but I know it plays a significant role in **crpytocurrency.**
It was argued by the proponents of **BCH** that **BTC** can't be realistically used as a medium of exchange and is far from the roots of **P2P** electronic cash that was envisioned by **Satoshi Nakamoto.** (Hard evidenced by the long transaction time and higher fees) Bloated network = Higher fees.
But as the block size gets bigger in the network, its effect is directly proportional to the block chain, which means average community members makes it harder for them to run their own nodes and thus large mining farms and companies can run their node, paving the way for centralization which is a no-no in the community.
*(Example : The meme wars)*
Bitcoin Cash, has a low transaction fee, and has faster transaction speed making it more amenable for centralization. However, Bitcoin still racks up the popularity even with the higher fees and low speed. Bitcoin beats BCH on adoption fronts.
*Bitcoin cash does get coverage and able to get its message out but not as intently watched or followed as bitcoin.*
Overall, **bitcoin cash** is an **altcoin** that is loved and hate by the community because of the constant debates. **BCH** is proven useful as a medium of exchange, but it loses its light in the adoption potential because of the shadow of bitcoin. In the end, whether **BCH** can forge a path forward for itself really depends if bitcoin fails to scale.
After all, **BCH's** mortal enemy is gonna be **lightning network** right?
I hope it doesn't come to that.
A/N Is node a device or script for mining? Please let me know. I'm still a newbie in this area.
#BCH
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The Watchman.
**“And the sea of people and their own philosophies, norms, moralities and sense of introspection, gave to the birth of death, each carved by his/her own demons.”**
It was a Sunday morning when I was on my way to serve my shift in watching over the town: where people embrace the gloom over this near-desolated city we are residing. I adjusted my mask, and with it, hits the aroma that quenches my sanity.
Seeing these lifeless people drives me further to my limit.
I watch them slowly clinging on the precipice of dear life, watching their sunken eyes fall beneath the zenith of their minds.
Arriving my dusty spot, having an overview of the city, I look upon the townsfolk struggling to get their needs in everyday life, where they have to fight their own race for survival. I observed them closely that in the brink of death, one is never ready to accept, but has the choice to fight to see another sun to set.
**“I may have thought of things that bring malice and malign to the town, but never have I ever resorted to such nonsense.”**
*I laugh at my own hypocrisy.*
**“Hypocrisy that dwells in the blood of every human, saying things that are fitting to himself in the current situation, not realizing that he disregarded every philosophy he ever adhered and followed to.”**
But maybe I’m just seeing things in a different light. Wearing this mask that protects me from the plague that poisons this land must be the one that’s inducing me hallucinations of a bitter world.
If maybe I just take off my mask and let be exposed to the truth.
*Will it ever change my subjective perspective?*
*Will these people truly see the light of day that keeps our mind alive every single day?*
I threw my mask away, trying to see the other side of the world.
As I expected, everything is so clear now, survival is pretty much essential to our daily lives.
No matter how much we turn the world, the strong will always take from the weak.
It makes a lot of sense now, as that old man cries in the streets where men and women progress in the brink of death. The tears of happiness splattered to the concrete ground, that no matter how much spilled, the world will continue forever.
I looked to the other side, where the playground is at. There are children playing which seems to be, **Ring around the rosy**, those cheerful smiles that once embodied my childhood made my soul freer at last.
But one thing caught my eye,
It was the reaper, tapping the shoulders of everyone he passes by, collapsing to the very ground where they take a step. As he comes closer and closer to where I am.
I wryly smile at the face of death realizing that I finally see the truth, reminding myself while running low on breath, that I’m just a watchman.
***Watching death cradle the souls of men.***
-Marcmire
BCH Day Meme
This is the representation of what I experienced in Read.Cash. It's community is so active.
This'll be my entry on this contest. https://read.cash/@ladyhanabi/5-giveaway-on-bchday-719ce752
Andromeda
I wouldn't fret at the sight of the stars that twinkles upon the darkness of the world, or rather flee from the natural art that the gods gifted the immortal souls of those who already left this unbeknownst realm.
For I know you're there, shining upon the skies with them. I know you don't shine the brightest, but you're enough for me. Enough to make my whole dim lighted heart, spark and activate its cogs to function.
Thank you for being there. I will see you soon, dear Andromeda.
-Marcmire
State of Emergency ACT I
State of Emergency.
**(Act I)**
Do you hear that?
The call of nature,
As she arrives to see everything’s a failure,
Crumbling debris in the distance like a fracture.
Inevitable destruction is all she must do,
To pay for our sins of neglection.
In our living world.
We were given the chance,
To dictate and alter anything to our fold,
By any means to survive,
Like our human instincts thrive.
Even if it hurts her deep.
Now it’s her turn, to make the adjustments.
With the same intensity and magnitude of destruction.
-Marcmire
"We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems."
- Ode I Arthur O'Shaughnessy
Untitled #1
“Heal my soul, to your epiphany.
Never have wanted to see the day,
When I have to think of many,
To countless worlds I have traveled,
Found wisdom; forbidden late,
What’s little of my faith I held.
Alone wandering in concrete jungle
as it seems exploring to endless trouble
As unknown they may be.
I never wanted to make a plea,
But I hope one day,
One day,
It’d set me free.”
-Marcmire
Clouds - Flash-Fiction Challenge
It was the last day of summer vacation, I went to the cliff where I usually scan for clouds during the day. I was really fond with the place since my grandparent’s home were away from the city, peacefully residing in the countryside. It was the perfect place to let my thoughts run free and have fun making out the clouds on what things they would seem to appear until today,
Since childhood, they seem to depict what would happen in the future, foreshadowing things that is connected to the events in my life. Every time I grew older, it became nearly difficult to decipher as they seem to be more disturbing than the last one.
Today, I saw a skull, formed by the clouds. I was instantly freaked out, and immediately went back to my old folks’ home, trying not to think about the disturbing intuition I’m having. The shivers of anxiety didn’t leave me alone even after we went home, my parents were terribly worried as I was really pale in my current state. Seeing the symbol of death, is never healthy for the mind.
“Mom, Dad, please don’t go to work tomorrow.” I tried to warn them but they just shrugged it with, “You’re just tired, son. Get some rest.” I only pray that we would still be alive when the year ends. They would never believe me anyways. They’re one hell of a skeptic type of people.
I texted my girlfriend when I got to bed. The signal was too messy back there to ever get a decent conversation, it would have been really helpful if I had talked to her then. She comforted me and telling it was just childhood shenanigans, and it was really funny to see clouds predict the future. I just went on with her playful banter, teasing me to cheer me up.
“Love, tell me, If I die in my sleep what would you do?”
“Don’t say things like that please, I’d mourn obviously. Even Roger would shed a tear for you. HAHAHA.”
I just laughed when she mentioned Roger, he was our classmate that really seemed to show no emotions and often made fun of, I hope the guy found his peace of mind over the course of summer.
“If you’re not that feeling well, you should just skip school tomorrow.” And that, I decided I won’t.
Oh, how I wish I could hug her right now like it’s the last, she truly understands me.
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I woke up to the loud bang on my bedroom door late in the afternoon, with my parents crying and hugging me. “We’re so glad you’re safe.” They said.
I was perplexed and asked what happened, and my mom replied, “There was a shooting in your school, killing everyone in your class and everyone he’s confronted, before the shooter-“ She paused, sobbing, “your classmate killed himself.”
Tears start to fall in my very eyes, and asked what was his name.
His name was “Roger.”
**-Marcmire**
Thanks for inviting me to the challenge, @Feebie. That prompt gave me the luxury to compose about a new idea to write with.
I seriously don't know if this is still a flash fiction or nah, but either way, thanks for the prompt. :D Hope you have a good day ahead.
Application
Hello there, my name's Marc a.k.a. @marcmire I've been in read.cash for two weeks and been writing poems, short stories, a bit of cryptocurrency and anything that speaks of literature. This community piqued my interest when you can earn by making quality content and articles and I thought I might contribute, hence why I am here.
These are my articles that I'm fond of.
- https://read.cash/@marcmire/perpetual-1a80bba4
-https://read.cash/@marcmire/truly-kafkaesque-b4631c32
-https://read.cash/@marcmire/the-fall-e1405f59
Why thought to be sponsored?
Well, I think it's amazing to be supported by a group of generous people. It's also a relief knowing that my content speaks quality and can be delivered precisely to the thoughts of my audience. The thought of earning is amazing, but I cherish truly the connection of writers in this platform. Anyhow, thanks for the generous offer, hope you'll continue keeping the community alive! @Its_deepu @aminul
Queen of the seas.
Another age has come,
To the one who'll conquer the seas.
To many battles she has fought,
She never fails to please.
Her crew sings of their voyage and tales,
Celebrating with fine wine and good ale.
The crew she loves; she treats like family,
Side by side they'll achieve their destiny.
They fire their cannons,
In deafening staccattos.
Another course for adventure,
They say experience is the best teacher.
She dances with her sharp blade,
Never yielding to malicious enemies.
Pointing her flintlock,
To the barrier of her journeys.
As the night embraces the stars,
Before the light comes of day,
She's determined to reign,
In her 20th birthday.
Setting course to the enigmatic ocean,
Taming the winds and raging currents,
In time she'll see,
The calm of the bluest sea.
-**Marcmire**
A/N: This was for my friend's 20th birthday today, might as well post it here.
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Ether scam.
Today, I'm going to introduce to you, **Ether-flow.io**
I stumbled upon this free earning Ethereum site, which generates 0.000012 satoshis every 8 minutes. It's been a couple of days since I claimed Eth in their website, because the promising amount they mine in a day, especially if you invest in their services.
I began my 1st campaign to prove the site's legitimacy by making claims every 8mins and I eventually earned 0.001 satoshis but that's nowhere their 0.05 threshold. I was determined to reach the minimum so I can invest much in Etherium but unfortunately this scammers had their reboot and the reason was very promising too.
Despite this, I moved on and continued with my 2nd campaign to earn, with hopes that this is legit because they very well knew the procedures in the Ethereum network. I accumulated near enough the threshold again but, voila. They shut their website down and made it redirect to a hoax website of the news platform **MEDIUM.**
Much to my dismay today, this is still very alarming. The site looks pretty much legit. If you open **ether-flow.io**, you'd be redirected to https://bonus-tesla.org/
This is similar to the incident on twitter where high profile accounts were hacked and asked to invest a sum of their cryptocurrency, to be returned double. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2020_Twitter_bitcoin_scam)
I hope you'd be ever vigilant to these type of scams, and **never invest** unless it's a legit paying faucet/miner.
Til next time.
**-Marcmire.**
This is my sentiment regarding to the article: "Why the Beatles hate the Philippines"
- https://read.cash/@Jdine/the-beatles-hate-the-philippines-e000757c
The Beatles are considered to be GOAT (Greatest of all time) in the music industry, their legacy has left the hearts of millions swooned by their music. The inevitable success of the band prompt them to travel to different countries of the world to share their golden music.
Until they got to the Philippines,
This article clearly narrated why they'd hate my country so much to the point that they'd want to bomb the whole place.
I don't blame them, some Filipinos tend to be really selfish, and at the time it was dominated by the military, as President Marcos declared martial law nationwide. The hospitable trait that has been the core of every Filipino, died in the hearts of the Beatles. The poor misconduct, selfish intentions, and poor management made the Philippines the worst host in the eyes of the band.
Either way, the past was meant to be learned and no country is perfect.
Let's appreciate the legacy of the Beatles for they're one of the bands that truly shown that music can establish connections and bonds.
All blue.
*“We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.”*
*―* ***William James***
The thought of the vastness of the ocean and how its enigmatic depths capture the weary soul, beguiles me. We could never deny how rejuvenating the waves and sea breeze are. Looking at the horizon at night feeling as if you're temporarily tethered to the sea.
Peace in solitary.
Imagine being alone at the seaside late at night where your friends are already drunk and you want to isolate yourself for a moment, feeling sober and wanting to connect with the calmness of the sea.
**It's therapeutic, sitting alone and just thinking about life.**
In times of hard, we crawl back to nature's wonders. Trying to accumulate the peace in silence, as our thoughts in our head slowly organize. Our suppressed feelings bursting out, and trying to set a new course in our life.
The sea is sometimes like a stranger that we know we can trust well, where we could vault our deepest sentiments without being judged.
As my perspective, the sea is not just a body water, it's a body of emotions and feelings by different kind of people whose suffering from pain that's been brought down upon this world.
Someday, we can feel the better days, our feelings as blue as the ocean's color–vanquished, shone by the sun as our brilliance will reflect upon the planet.
***To the people whose suffering, I hope you'll find the sea as a channel for refuge, for surely you'd be reborn as strong as its currents.***
`Here's my own shot of the sea hence, the inspiration for the title:`
**Dies solis.**
Marcmire
`Resources :`
`https://cdn.suwalls.com/wallpapers/beaches/sun-shining-over-the-ocean-50990-2560x1600.jpg`
@marcmire
