I just wanted to let some of y’all (Texas slang for “you guys and gals”) that Kaytlin Philips has a pretty good monitored Forum type blog site at:
…if any of you want to try signing up there (yes, it’s free too).
They have writing games and contests, challenges, and writing topics too.
Spread the…[Read more]
Like so many people here, I’m pretty devastated about the recent announcement. That being said, I trust that the SE staff has good reasoning for this change, and I trust that God has His hand on the situation. I suppose ultimately this wonderful blessing might have only been meant to prepare us all to step into the callings that God has p…[Read more]
I am Inkhorn (as my username and tag both state xP), and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance though it is through the Internet.
I’m not sure how many people are still active since SE has been pretty dead lately, but since summer has started, it might kick up again.
I’ll tag some of the others from the…[Read more]
WHAT IS THIS SCALY THING THAT BROKE ME?!
Okay. It broke the prison too. And that’s a good thing but still.
What. Is. It?
Eventually, I stop rolling – Rolling. Through. Glass. Punk. It. Sucks. – and came to a stop.
Problems remaining: still don’t know wh…[Read more]
I can scream for help.
I can break the glass. (haha, yeah. Sure. Just magic up some super-strength like Drake. Right.)
Or … will the switch flip again?
Nope. It’s stuck. Perfect.
Anyway that alarm is off.
I’m just gonna … keep ignoring the glowing hearts on my arm. Why not?
I mean, ya’know punk. Why wouldn’t…[Read more]
[@this-is-not-an-alien – The entire character castle is going to regret your choice.]
[You do nothing, save crossing your arms and smirking at the blinking, glowing buttons. For you are stubborn.]
[Stubborn as the foundations of this castle.]
[Stubborn as a m…[Read more]
The world warped into gray-gold sensations.
Sticky like honey.
Chalky like ash.
Warm like both.
Round and frail.
I feel my blindfold – it’s replaced the bandages. Finally. And the infection is gone.
“Hey.” Grimme calls – her voice is close and how did I not know she was coming? “Does that feel better?”
I believe it should be noted that the situations in the mirror change from character to character. This trial in particular could center around the time a character betrayed someone or when they were betrayed (or a mix of both). If a character hasn’t really experienced any major betrayals in the past, they might see someone else’s memories or just…[Read more]
“I don’t have to call you Saeb Lyn. If they’re going to torment you, so.”
Even though they couldn’t see it, Hades closed his eyes with the satisfaction of someone not nicknaming him. “I would be most grateful.”
*Considering whether or not he should tell them his name. Might do it if someone asks*
“Come and sit in a circle. Everyone gets a pa…[Read more]
He called him ‘Angry-Punk’. The blind guy obviously remembered him. Best to establish a better reputation.
“Mere passing acquaintanceship,” Nathair assured, probing “He seemed to know an old friend of him, Alessio.”
Give a few minor hints, get Nathair to leak out some info. “I’ve seen a person named Alessio with the one who calls himself Arsene…[Read more]
“How could I have anticipated that would happen!?!” Nathair says from the ground.
I lunge at Burn, knocking us both to the ground. “Stop! Punching! People! Without! Warning!”
He’s still howling curses though. Well. At least he recognizes me. Otherwise, things would have gone from…[Read more]
(Leana stuck her tongue out at Hades, if only a moment, when he refused the nick-name… She’ll still use it.)
As she listened to Alessio… Leana’s heart warmed and bubbled like a brook. Father loved Alessio. He knew him. He named him.
He… always seemed to make people feel valuable. Be they a senator whose carriage lost a wheel. Or a begger…[Read more]
They’d need to get moving, Alessio thought. But he felt relieved, lighter than he had in so many years. He kind’ve just wanted to talk about Nithel, Leana would know more about him and that was something he’d like to hear more of. What was it like, a kind loving person as a father?
They didn’t have time to talk though, the sooner they made it…[Read more]
Leana scrutinized him quizzically a moment after he asked very abruptly, coiling her soft, red-brown hair into a bun as she considered.
“It means ‘Dear One’ Or ‘Valuable’, ‘Precious’. ‘Beloved’. Eazizun means those… and more. Wahid means ‘One’. ‘Singular’. ‘No other like it’.” She said, watching him with that kind, painfully compassionate loo…[Read more]
The world shifted into a hall of black and white tiles from the floor to the ceiling, dizzying sameness that caused an optical illusion of drowning in infinite squares. Blind Guy was grumbling under his breath.
“WE FELL THROUGH ANOTHER HOLE IN REALITY!” Burn shrieked, furiously. Actually angry enough Nathair didn’t feel like annoying hi – he was…[Read more]
What to use for a hair tie? *considers just knotting it into a bun, with nothing* But that could still fall out, and she wanted to take Alessio’s advice.
Alessio ducked onto the floor, like he was afraid to be hit, and ripped a strip from the hem of the tablecloth.
Leana’s brows lifted. Her eyes widened when he snapped off the leg of the table.…[Read more]
Why was Leana staring at him like that he’d done something horrible he’d done something bad and she was going to hate him for being so rude he shouldn’t have called him a Big Softie even if he wasss.
“Alright. Thank you.” She said and Alessio cringed under her look. He shouldn’t have told her what to do like that he shouldn’t have called him a…[Read more]
Who sprung a leak to the Endless Abyss?!
“We’re gonna die Search! We’re gonna die!”
Search just clucked my hand tighter. “Not yet we aren’t!”
“And I still haven’t figured out what a dragon is!”
“We’ll be fine!”
“I don’t want to die without knowing what a dragon is!”
“I don’t either!”
It’s so loud from the flood I d…[Read more]
(Oof, that’s awful…)
“Mm.” Leana acknowledged, bobbing her head up and down adorably. Alessio bit his lip, turning an even deeper shade of red. “What if I…somehow hurt him? I mean-“
“Yeah, what if she hurts Alessio?” Alessio asked innocently, fidgeting with even more awkward/nervous energy than usual.
“Thank you.” She added a bit uneas…[Read more]
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