Writing

kittens in a basket

my calico kitten-a calico kitten-sleeps with her siblings on the pastel pink soft blanket-bedding of a basket. the night is silent, except for the whur of a portable air conditioner. it sits under a low worn coffee table, which holds a cheap plastic cup of water. the faucet drips into a flat porcelain dish resting on the floor's flood-drain."grr" she coughs slightly, adjusting herself so she leans slightly towards her older brother. one can see him trembling, his hairs lax yet upright. i want to go to sleep, so i can stop thinking about the kittens, pastel colors, and hair, but it doesn't do any good to go to sleep. i just have to stop thinking abt it.
Technosphere's picture

10,000 years

How the World Followed the Deer

Peeking out of the realm of forest, blue sky, and the sound of water the deer noticed on the edge of the forest to the netherlands others had begun to leave space for roaming in between entities. Social distancing has always been part of the forest where one lies in the butterflies and contemplates the deepest thoughts so as to have it flow from mouth and fingers as they make sounds or draw. Many do not understand the gifts of communing with out words and how observations sharpen. When a relationship does form it begins as intense play set among lush greenery whot much laughter. No corona exists in the forest does it... A place where everyone can play if they wish. So now the world does the same wandering around then suddenly in small groups gathering a favorite spot cuddling. Hmmmm a global forest ....

Something on the outside of the forest while you wait

A deer told me to share

It is not art based but at times projects come along where you can look art and gorgeous photographs

IN case you have need while you wait

it is a gig, a project, a job Aussies $10.00 an hour

enough to eat at a cafe and buy art supplies
Online remote pay by Payoneer, global could use some artists

Smiling

https://connect.appen.com/qrp/public/jobs?uref=cd6cd8e13fbc422837ffc553e...
Aivilo's picture

Writing Exercise/Ask the Character

So I'm going to have a lot of spare time on my hands next week since I won't be at work, and I thought I might try a writing exercise to give myself something to do and work on those creative muscles.

I really like to explore character relationships, but I never write much about them because... well, because. I still don't intend to post most/all of these to my bios, BUT I think it would be fun to write out and explore some of my characters' relationships, and I'll share them with the requester and post them here or on a bio if I like it enough.
I'll also accept general "ask me anything" questions for the characters, either IC or OOC.

SO, if you've ever wondered how one of my characters feels about one of yours, 100% no-holds-barred, brutal honesty, all the details, ask away! Just promise you won't be offended if my characters are dramatic or don't live up to your expectations v.v
In the case of a couple of lesser known characters (if you know who they are then you know who you are), PM me on Discord.

D - Okay, so this one's not actually a character, it's my OOC account. BUT if you'd like, I'll give you an honest compliment Smiling
Rohit (Bio)
Phaios (Adult)/(Fawn) and/or Endriaga (Bio) (specify one or both)
Laurel (Bio)
Sedirea (Bio)

Lightfall's picture

the making of the unvierse

on the first day the prince said

nothing

nothing was first when pain was born
and when pain came to be
nothing was something and thus no more
something was another and this other was not pain
it was comfort

or maybe she said

there is no such things as one when two have to exist to perceive each other
and they are not two but three
now the one is different from the two
but since one cannot exist without the other, there were four

thus there was nothing and something and pain and comfort
without one or the other neither exist
something is pain and nothing is comfort
nothing may very well exist on its own but without something
nothing is never named

perhaps the prince even said

nothing became something when it had a name

__ was born when she birthed something
and __ ceased to exist when something named it nothing



and on the second day she said


on the second day came a horrible thing called time and passing
it was the funeral of static that she would attend


on the second day the four of two had found the body of static
the former queen nameless and mother of nothing

she might have also said

called they for a funeral when a terrible woman came
she said
i am time and passing, the new queen of this realm
all laws abide by my rules now
they may seem harsh for they ruin the old world of static
yet you must listen

the four shook in terror
and time and passing spoke once more
something will rot into nothing and pain will rot into comfort
comfort will die into pain and nothing will erase into something
there is no such things as stagnancy in my realm
you will die and die a thousand times and see your loved twin move on too
this is unavoidable
your time under me is limited
and you cannot barter for a different fate

while static lived forever in a singular universe of I
eternal, unchanging but also without ability to see herself as how she truly is
forever static
eternal and unchanging
Vessan's picture

How much interest is there for forum roleplay

What the title says.
How much interest would it be for some openish semi openish roleplays on the community.
Lucian's picture

Tabefaction

What if oranges had flesh? It would rot amongst days of undesired eating, the flesh turning into purple bruised pulp. Sliding and soft along the edges of the now bitter inside.
Eating before the expiration date would give you the tasty vitamins your body craves. Peeling away the squishy skin while orange juice splatters everywhere reveals the core. The center and the best part. A healthy snack with sweet and citrusy taste paired along with the refreshing juice. Just as if you took a part the very nature of a human.


--- Author's Note
It's been only a few years but I am happily able to say that I have progressed more than I thought. Writing never struck me until recently. It is my hidden talent. Thanks for anyone who has stuck around since the beginning. Drop critiques in the comments!
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i dont know i wrote this during bio

Cold is quite hard to overcome. The fastest way to warm up, and the most commonly seen in survival guides is skin to skin contact. Touches may seem harmless, however without touch for centuries, the feeling is crippling; prune from the ages of pure frost. The physicalities convert into mental stimulation and suffering, within seconds of the unconcious associations. Such quick-thinking may be a blessing but the fact is its also juxtaposed. The faint uredo of a hug never leaves my skin. A gentle handshake burns my nerves beyond frostbite. The pain of touching someone- someone you cant trust. I long for touch. A comfortable soft touch, of someone that has only that of geniune interest and safety. La douleur exquise stops that. Never before have I more desired to simply hold that hand and purr as I rub, smile on his shoulder, laying my weary head to rest. Oh how I would love to find comfort for once however my serenity is a taboo amongst the impossible.
Lucian's picture

Temptation

he stares at me in school with geniune sparkling eyes. i wonder, is this look filled with love? he smiles oh so softly and converses with me about the littlest of things yet his kindness overwhelms me. so big, so tall, so kind. i want to feel the warm embrace of his hugs and sweet words as they assure me im a special one of his. but this is all a lie. only if he could actually love me instead of tease me with his great gentleness. he treats everyone this way. im not special. i was a fool to think i ever was or ever am. i know the truth yet i still walk at a dignified pace into my path of heartbreak. my temptation.
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