This is my opinion. It is not meant to offend, or disrespect anyone.
I'm still in my twenties, yet I am tired. I am tired in the deepest marrow of my bones. As I type this, I find myself taking long pauses between sentences. It is like my mind and body knows my intent to use expressive vocabulary, will still fall short of the actual circumstances of which I write.
Many of us, at least on the outside, believe that racism is wrong. Many of us, at least in the face of others, shake our heads at it. I'm not talking about the racism that causes...
In link we live mainly the 1980's & early '90s. Other than the canon events we don't have a site wide plot but we're character driven and you can set threads to any year in any timeline order. Also outside the site timeline. Here are a few characters I am especially hoping to have a player for.
This is a 3-3-3 site which means no restrictions on content, though we dont focus on extreme violence, language or sex. But you must be at least 18 years old to join.
Personality: Friendly, open-minded, and love human psychology, children, animals, and doing research for my RPing/writing. I'm also a very passionate writer - I don't hurry from a situation to the next, I love to take it slow and dig into my characters' heads and the situation itself when I write about them. That is not to say I constantly write really in-depth - of course I don't, or that I'd never do a time-skip - of course I do...Just, i don't want to needlessly...
The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the moon. The faint wind brushed against the water's surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of...
What do you do when the gray waves roll over your head, and your body is too weak to swim ashore. Do you panic and scream and try anyway to break the surface of the water? Do you silently cry and pray and tell your loved ones you love them one more time. Or because you know it's futile to fight submit to the lulling cold darkness kissing at your eyelids? Do you let the salty seawater drain into your lungs and choke to death's waiting arms?
Or do you float to the surface and wait for the storm to pass and sunlight to pierce your shivering mass of a body?.. You choose wisely.. You...
This is my attempt that being deep. Enjoy and I hope you have your minds blown away. ;3
Say we’re up in space, and we remove all the stars or anything that is luminous. Light would be nonexistent. Next we’ll remove all the planets, minerals, materials, chemicals, particles, atoms, and anything in between. We remove thing, we remove matter, we remove time, we remove life. We remove substance. We remove dark matter. We remove reality. What’s left? Space and Darkness. There is no color. There is no thing. There is nothingness. There is darkness and...
As I gasp for breath while I drown the pain in morphine
While my heart beats in tune with the rolling static hills on the metal screen
I lay on my deathbed reflecting on my life
I can say I had a good one although it was filled to the brim with tidal waves of hurt
I laughed in delight while running through the golden fields embracing the open skies and wearing a halo of warm sunshine
I climbed trees and swam in the salty emerald sea
But Moma was always working hard at the diner filling out orders for sugary milkshakes and greasy fries
"Tino?" A hand was probing me awake and I jolted upright, looking around my room and stopping at Laura crouching next to me. She looked a mix of angry, concerned and amused. I wasn't sure which one I needed to worry about facing most. I sighed and sat up from where I fell asleep among all my books and the map.
"Sorry. " I said putting in bookmarks and snapping all of the leather books shut, stacking them on top of each other. I was about to grab the map when I realized that the arrows and papers weren't there. I frantically began to look around, searching under everything near...
"You never did tell me. " I said as Donovan sat with me in my bunk room off the side of the horse stalls. It was a small room, but big enough for me. Pushed up against the corner farthest from the door, I had a bunk bed with my mattress, blankets and pillow sat on the top where I was now. On the bottom, I kept an old worn desk with a small bookshelf for me to keep my many studies. Across the desk was a huge map I haven't had time to look at. Donovan was sitting on the long-ish chest across from my bed that I had draped a deer hide over. There was a bathroom in one corner with a built in closet...