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Post by Maat & Hathor on Jul 13, 2021 4:12:15 GMT
this will from now on be my thread for short stories and poems and whatever else that doesnt have tooo much to do with the game.
they all relate to the game but aren't straight up game content so yeah!
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Post by Maat & Hathor on Jul 13, 2021 4:22:37 GMT
Love is an emotion. what you feel when you walk through a field of flowers or stare into the sky until you head is dizzy and your eyes are tired and love is that feeling of warmth and that flickering light at the end of a long tunnel when you reach it, it showers you with light and happiness and that is when you've reached the end of that tunnel -the poet from egypt, Maat Love is this tingle, in the tips of your fingers like when you brush them through your puppy's fur or when you look at a star and watch it fade away as the sun slowly wakes up when you fall into a dream where people dance and smile away where there is no evil when there is only one feeling a tingle of warmth and a drop of love. I;ve decided to write anoooother poem before I log off for the day!!! double the trouble when you double the trouble you run the risk of burning the world in flames the color of a jaguar's eye a piercing shade of purple and when you choose to fuse two people you get a monster that you cannot recognize you will scream when you see them win but you will also scream when you see them fall what is this feeling? you tell me for you are feeling it right now as we capture your heart and turn it to stone >.< im so brain fried rnnnnnnnnn wheeeeeeee I did round one of editing and sent it to poppy take a look! I love it!!! "They trailed behind her like a bright red tail, weaving through the tall flowers and occasionally getting distracted. Murmuring and squealing, they argued over trivial things - who was mother's favorite, who had the brightest hair, and who looked the most like mother. They all had her bright red hair, her sparkling emerald eyes, and her scattered freckles, but they would argue anyway. The chattering grew until she stopped suddenly, causing a toppling domino effect on the procession following her. A series of groans and mumbles came from behind as the disoriented children slowly sat up. Looking into his teary eyes, she picked Liam up and gave his hair a quick ruffle. "You all are my little poppies", she said, looking each one in the eye and then giving each a peck on the cheek. The little procession continued through the field of flowers; a tail of beaming poppies following a beautiful goddess." round 1 of edits: Boots was crying early in the morning and her sadness seeped into my heart, waking me up almost instantly. Everything was pitch black so I quickly threw on some jeans and a t-shirt. Messing with my hair, I recounted my dream to my talking mirror, Aria because as the ancient goddess of the underworld, my dreams are the only times I get to see ... anything. I had dreamed about a beautiful forest, a mysterious man, and a ray of sunlight which Hathy had snuck in for me because she knows about my fear of darkness. But Hathy couldn't do that because she was grounded for sneaking into the underworld; even a little whisper that reaches my ears is forbidden. Every time I see here I think maybe I can continue to rule this land, this desolate barren land. Maybe this will all be over soon. But that man, why did he seem so lonely? Who is he? I wanted to reach out but he was so distant and the ray was fading. What was that dream? |
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Post by Maat & Hathor on Jul 13, 2021 4:39:24 GMT
Im going to do a love story between cerberus and hades. it will make Hathy very jealous!!!! >:3 who am I kidding, it will make me jealous too  no no I definitely dont care. DEFINITELY He was walking through the garden of dead flowers, pitying each soul trapped in them. The flowers of Asphodel Meadows were stuck there, firmly rooted into the dark earthy soil. They would stay there for a century, feeling nothing, slowly forgetting every part of their lives, until the day they bloom. For a split second, they would bloom blood red flowers before shattering, completely removing them from existence. They would never be spoken of or remembered; it would be like they never existed, he sadly thought. His train of thought was interrupted by the loud barking of his guard puppy, a ferocious but adorable monster than he had crafted our of lava and blew life into many years ago. Ceebee, as he called them, rolled over and whined for belly scritches. "Oh fine fine Ceebee", he said as he gave in and scratched ceebees belly, to their delight. A couple happy 'ruff's followed until he stopped. "Ceebee, if one day you end up in this meadow, what would I do?", he asked. |
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Post by Maat & Hathor on Jul 15, 2021 15:24:18 GMT
I miiiiiiiiiiiss hades
time to write a poem about it
rain poured with a splish splash
sound and she sat
staring out the window
searching
for the silhouette
the shadow of a person
who she had waited
and waited
for
and the wind was
trying to tell her
that maybe if she
just waited
another second
at the window
maybe he would be back
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Post by Maat & Hathor on Jul 15, 2021 19:59:10 GMT
a little paw reached until it felt some fluff some more fluff and a whisker it purred as it played with those long whiskers but then the bigger fluff saw a spiky green thing it was majestic and fast like wind or a dragon and she hissed because this wicked creature could hurt her baby so she hissed some more until it curled up in the corner and she ran away with her baby's fur clamped as gently as she could in her mouth she ran a bonus picture how'd i do and what is the 'green thing' in your opinion? -Hathy |
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Post by Maat & Hathor on Jul 22, 2021 21:17:09 GMT
this is the longest I've ever lived in a survivor game. I shall be writing a poem about it!
age is both
beautiful and cruel
you see
painful things
and you make
all these mistakes
but you lived
is that worth its price?
meeting true loves
and friends
are those experiences worth
feeling afraid
worried
and hurt
every second of the
way?
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no no I definitely dont care. DEFINITELY