I'll type up something about it to tell you about how cool it was.


The VratchTuromondo The sky faded to the pink and purple hues that came with sunsets those days as the lush greens of the klukloc trees faded to the dull grey-green that was associated with the dusk. Sweet dusk, where the world fell silent as if it stood on end for a few seconds in time and creatures either settled down for a good night sleep or rose to start a new day. Sweet, sweet dusk: a beginning and an end; it was the endless loop of time, an occurrence so cyclical, so clock-like, that any creature could depend on it as well as it might depend on itself. Dusk. As flitzroburst birds soared above with their sharp beaks and their white eyThe Vratch


RPMe story opener As I stood there, staring into the puddle in the floor, I ran several ideas through my head; most of the ideas that were flitting through my imagination were not rational, though they certainly were worth going into. Ideas included that the pipes in the ceiling were broken, though that idea was thrown out on account of the clouds in the building. I then thought that perhaps there was a fire and the sprinkler system was simply doing its job. And yet I could discern that sunshine was in fact peeking out from behind the clouds and that they were very obviously not made of smoke. As I stood in this slowlyRPMe story opener
Skull Beast
thank u so much for the comment
ur so sweet!
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When life gives you lemons, make apple juice.
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Today is a paper airplane, and I'll glide along on a gusty gust of wind just as far as I can. Come along with me, and together we might make it to the sun.
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When life gives you lemons, make apple juice.
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Today is a paper airplane, and I'll glide along on a gusty gust of wind just as far as I can. Come along with me, and together we might make it to the sun.
If you think a critique is necessary, go for it. If you just want to comment something, go for it.
I appreciate anything really, and I don't take constructive criticism in a terrible fashion. most of my stuff isn't writing, it's visual art, but there is a bit of writing too.
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Today is a paper airplane, and I'll glide along on a gusty gust of wind just as far as I can. Come along with me, and together we might make it to the sun.
you have a nice gallery. C: I was browsing through it yesterday.
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