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'Scream
A new world was coming to life under his fingers. A snow-covered mountain of a landscape that he forged new valleys in with every pass over it he took. The sun beating down on his world with inescapable heat that he wanted to apologise for. The snow and glaciers on his mountain melting in waves that would cause avalanches if he wasn't careful, but he took his time and paid attention to it; removing the rivers of melted ice before they could become more than that.
Sometimes he took more than just the meltwater though, in his hunger and his greed. Sometimes he took it upon himself to cleanse the sinners from his world. Sometimes whole villages were removed with a mere flick of his powerful and mighty tongue. Sometimes--
Oops.
The little boy accidentally dropped his icecream and sat down hard on the pavement in dismay. Glaciers hit the hot tarmac desert and forged new rivers in front of him, the inhabitants of his world screaming with the change, but he was too busy crying to care.
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Literature
Demonomythology
"But it's so sparkly, how could it be evil?" Tina stretched her hand out to the dazzling creature and I had to snatch it back again right quick.
"It's a unicorn, Tina," I whispered fiercely in her ear, "We've been over this."
The unicorn in question was a young one--a yearling, I would hazard--and a good thing that was too, I reckon, as a full-grown one could'a skewered us on the spot. As it were this beast just stood there; red eyes glarin' at us and almost-diamond horn glist'nin' in the moonlight as it waited for us to try somethin' stupid like that again.
"But-" Tina started to protest and I had to physically drag her away, keeping eye contact with the young unicorn all the while and bowing all respectful-like to it. I couldn't move too fast neither, didn't want to spook the thing. All in all it was a relief and a half when I got the fool girl back into the trees and out of eyesight o' that thing.
"I keep tellin' you, Tina. These ain't like them fairytale unicorns from
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Gonzosaurus
I strolled on down to the watering hole that day like it was just any other old day. Nobody told me the world would be ending.
The place was packed to the frills just like it always was. Old man three-horn saw me coming and cleared a place for me next to him with one sweep of his tail, all the little underfoot folk scattering before it. I thanked him for his kindness and hunkered down next to him, lowering my massive neck down towards the water, but before I could take so much as a single gulp it happened. Or at least, it started to happen.
There was a bright flash in the sky in front of me. I paused midway to drinking, pondering what it was, and before I could lower my head again a great ripple came storming across the ground towards me. I ducked my head down, dug my massive feet in and roared at it. Old man three-horn saw what I was doing and joined in with me. The two of us arrayed with all our might against that mighty force bearing down upon us.
We threw everything w
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Literature
A Roaring Success
"What great food!" I said with a hearty bellow, licking my plate clean with much gusto.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," Mindy told the lot of us with a bare-toothed grin that marked a distinct change in atmosphere.
I paused, swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in my throat, and started to wish I hadn't swallowed any of the food she'd given me. That was quite the odd thing to say when being complimented on a meal.
Almost on cue, a number of our number started to choke, despite having already finished their food and not having anything to choke on anymore. Mindy watched them in gleeful anticipation, golden eyes lit up like she was watching a fireworks display.
I stared at my choking friends as well--with a much more horrified expression on my face--but soon found I had other problems to concern myself with. I may not have been choking, but there were two red hot balls of molten lead growing in my shoulderblades. My arms contracted backwards sharply with the pain, my
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On Acquiring Cake
The first party was on bonfire night. That was Sam's actual birthday, and he'd insisted on having his party then, so he could celebrate with the big bonfire and the fireworks in the park and pretend that they were all for him. His family packed up a wonderful picnic, invited all his friends, and brought along a big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel threw it into the bonfire.
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After Sam complained--with much screaming and tantrums--that his first birthday party had been utterly and irreparably ruined, the second party was scheduled at the pool for the very next week. His family booked the pool and the party room, ordered a bunch of party food, invited most of his friends along again, and bought another big fancy cake that said 'Happy Birthday Sam!' on it in blue icing.
His younger brother Daniel threw it into the pool.
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Of course, that utterly and irreparably ruined Sam's second party as well, so a third was scheduled a week
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Literature
Thank God and Arkhipov
Let us never forget what never happened. The roar of the bombs that never fell. The billions of lives that were never lost. The ecological damage that was never done. The wounded world that never came into being. All for the sake of retaliation against an imagined threat.
Thank God and Arkhipov that never happened.
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Literature
On Dungeons and Dwarves
It's the little things that get to me. Wading through mud that reaches past my chest, fighting against the legs of horses, never being able to see the enemy coming over the walls.
I try to get my party to accommodate me but I can see the problems coming up again when the GM sets up a battle in the middle of a field of tall grass. He must have it in for me because he never seems to remember that one very simple but very important fact:
Being a dwarf means you're short.
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That's No MacGuffin!
​It was closing in on closing time in The Black Dragon Inn, and the vast majority of the student mage patrons were studiously ignoring this fact in favour of nursing their favourite drinks for as long as possible and talking loudly enough at each other that they could barely hear the bartender's metal teeth grinding at them.
In one darkened corner of the common room that was conveniently shrouded in shadows, a trio of rather unsavoury-looking patrons were taking this opportunity to discuss rather unsavoury things in rather unsavoury and forbidden language.
"Listen," said the biggest of the three, who looked like she was made of muscles and spice and nothing at all nice, "I say we burn it along with the bastard we got it from and have done with it."
"No no no no no," the redheaded halfling countered, almost falling off her stool as she leaned forwards to squeak. "We have to make sure it's disposed of in a ecologically responsible manner."
"Ecologically responsible manner?" repeate
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Literature
Now That's True Love
I fumbled for my phone then called my boyfriend Josh in a panic. "Dude," I said as soon as he picked up the phone, "Dude. DUDE!"
"What?" he mumbled, clearly half-asleep. It was two in the morning, after all. I'd probably woken him up.
"Dude." I repeated. "You know how we made that pact, ages ago?"
"About not dating Alicia? What did you do, man?" Suddenly he was all alert. Good.
"No, nononono. Not that pact. The other pact." I tried to put a sense of urgency into my voice, so he would understand what I was talking about.
"Wait. You're not going to Disneyland without me are you?!" He sounded genuinely distressed this time.
"No," I said again, then dropped my voice to a whisper, "about hiding bodies"
"...Oh." He was quiet for a moment. "Are you fucking with me right now?"
"No! Listen, you remember that guy who moved in recently and kept complaining about Duke's barking?"
"Yeeeah..." said Josh, sounding rather apprehensive.
"Well, it got worse. He started
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Hero of the Soviet Union
Lyudmila Pavlichenko stared down the barrel of her sniper rifle. She'd had the German soldier in her sights for a good ten minutes while he sat lackadaisically at his post, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to pull the trigger. It just wasn't right, taking a human life. She couldn't make herself do it.
She was still trying to work out how to get away with not shooting--what on earth she would tell her superior officers--when something about the soldier's demeanour changed. He sat up straight, attention focused somewhere off to his right. Abruptly, he stood up--Lyudmila's sights still tracking him--raised his rifle, took aim, and fired.
Lyudmila gasped, and took her eye off the scope quickly. She was just in time to catch sight of a lone Russian soldier go down at the edge of the trees. Unsure of quite why she was doing it, she swung her rifle around and looked down the scope at him. She stared, appalled. She recognised the dead young man. She knew him. She'd talked to hi
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Literature
A Heady Night
It was just your average Thursday night, nothing special about it. The rain was falling, the streets were quiet, and Adam Knott was walking home from work at The Institute. He had his headphones in as he always did, music blaring, head nodding along to the rhythm. There was nothing about it even remotely out of the ordinary, right up until the moment the back of his head exploded with a violent starburst of agony and he lost consciousness.
"I've done this procedure a hundred and twenty-two times, there is nothing to worry about. We will start by removing your head..." was the first thing he heard upon waking. He opened his eyes to see two hands reaching towards him, so close they blocked out the sight of almost everything else. Adam, naturally, screamed, and passed out again.
The next time he awoke there was no voice to greet him. Everything was so quiet, in fact, that it took him quite a long while to even realise that he was awake. He lay there floating in a sensoryless void, still l
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A Bad Day
We decided on a hugging policy years ago. Three seconds - counted by rocking to the side - meant everything was fine. Any less, meant he was stressed but didn't want to talk about it; any longer, signalled the need for a good cry.
When he hugged me this morning I lost count at about fifty-five.
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Polly Desires a Soylent Cracker
Once upon a time there was a peculiar pirate ship in the mediterranean sea. This was no ordinary pirate ship of the kind you may have heard about before, you see - no, this pirate ship, although it looked just the same as all the others before it, was of a new cybernetic design, entirely controlled by a superintelligent AI named Polly. Now, Polly preferred to take the disguise of a hologramatic parrot most of the time, as she didn't really like talking to humans and desired to hide her superintelligence from the crew. This suited Captain Morgan Bytebeard just fine, as it meant that as far as his crew were concerned, he was the one who ran this ship. They all thought Polly was just a standard holoparrot. They thought Bytebeard was basically God-like in his supernatural knowledge and handling of The Jonny Deep--which had swiftly earned a reputation as the fastest and deadliest pirate ship in the mediterranean--and he wanted to keep it that way.
Unfortunately for Bytebeard,
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Literature
Little Rabbit Foo-Foo
It was late in the evening one Thursday night and Little Rabbit Foo-Foo was hopping drunkenly through the forest, doing what he always did whenever he was this drunk--namely, scooping up any fieldmice he could find and bopping them on the head. The fieldmice protested this treatment of course, but in his drunken state he found their high-pitched pleas amusing and they only served to spur him on further.
He was only halfway through the forest when the trees suddenly lit up around him, and all the fieldmice took advantage of the distraction to scamper away from him. As he stared in shock and confusion, a round and winged form appeared and waved its finger at him crossly before identifying itself as Merryweather, the Good Fairy. "Little Rabbit Foo-Foo, I don't like your attitude," she said, "scooping up the fieldmice and bopping them on the head. Now I'm gonna give you two more chances to reform, and then I'm gonna turn you in to a ghoul."
Then she waved her magic wand and he found himsel
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Princess Moxie and the Usurper
It was a typical day in the Kingdom of New Underbed. The lamp was shining and the roof was open to an angle that some might call obtuse (although they'd be wrong; it was still just about in the region of acute - in fact it only opened to ninety degrees). The princess herself was lounging back upon a bed of towels and scavenged clothing, keeping a close eye on her many subjects. Squeaky the pig stood guard by the entrance, his voicebox torn out as a warning to the world about traitors and what she would do to them. A noseless lion cub watched his back with one and a half eyes (all it had), while a tiger with half a tail and a chunk missing from its ear watched its back. Sammy Spider, the royal fly-catcher, cowered in one corner. He was understandably rather anxious about moving while under her gaze.
Princess Moxie liked to think of herself as a kind and just Queen (even though she was only a Princess), whom all her subjects loved and adored. Her subjects always backed her up on t
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Thinking we're significant
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I'm really not important
Even together we mean nothing
We don't even make a dent
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What if we're not the only ones?
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They're pretty worthless too
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Rip off the tape,
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til you know you have won.
Smell the rose in its glory,
that grows on the grave,
Walk down the path,
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Don’t fear the feelings,
that are burdening your soul.
Fear what can happen,
if you don’t take control.
Flip over the hour glass,
give yourself more time.
Throw out the letters,
rid yourself of the crime.
Don’t fear the thoughts,
running through your mind.
Embrace them don’t erase them,
don’t turn your eye blind.
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Nothing you see here is worth the wait-
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I suppose you will; after all-it is fate.
Showing up late to these gates of hell
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A nameless angel, representing your shell,
Asks you once, "your soul - will you sell?"
A demon with no knowing face to tell,
tells you your answer will ring a bell.
"Now," he says with a monotone voice, "that demon-did you fell?"
You sit there wond'ring which to take,
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While walking through a park today,
I tripped upon a rock of gray,
then struck my head upon that stone
where I blacked out there all alone.
A dream soon took me to a place,
a crisp clear vision of your face,
your blue eyes shined their loving glow,
your golden hair was let to flow
upon bare shoulders naturally,
as it cascaded down on me.
You placed a soft hand to my face,
which caused my heart to pound and race.
You brought your breath so close to mine,
then whispered only one small line.
You said... "I Love You... yes I do,
I'll always be here just for you".
That forced my dreaming eyes to tear,
for suddenly I had no fear.
No fear of ever losing you,
the one I've searched for my life through.
The one so lovely, warm, and kind,
the one I thought I'd never find.
I tried to force my lips to move,
to say the words so I could prove,
that all held feelings deep inside,
are feelings that I cannot hide.
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while deep within a dream you see,
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Urban Decay
Urban Decay
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Past broken dreams
And shattered windows.
Rusted remains
On littered ground,
Decrepit structures
Degraded and browned.
Corrupted, dilapidated,
Deteriorated places.
What would you say
If these buildings had faces?
Eroded, corroded
And weather-worn
These transient lives are
Too far gone to mourn.
Faded and jaded,
As fleeting as dust,
One day we’ll all
Be a part of this rust.
It’s all been torn down
And we’re left to grow.
Would we go and change it
With all that we know?
It’s too late,
We’ve lost our way.
Just another example of
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Thank you for the watch :) <3 Nice to see you around!
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Thank you for the watch!
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thank you for the watch :)
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Hey, thanks for the new watch!
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Happy birthday, honey. :heart:
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Happy birthday! Fella Birthday Dance 
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You're a darling.  :pumpkin:
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