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I shall pass through this world but once, any good thing therefore I can do, or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now, let me not defer it or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.

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The Sandman is being review bombed on rotten tomatoes by you guessed it, racists, transphobes and homophobes and of course nobody is doing anything to moderate it

You can tell they’ve never read the comics and know nothing about them by the way they keep crying forced diversity and too many gays

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Hopping on the Vine compilation bandwagon, part 1/?

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What does the arab in your carrd mean? Is it like afab and amab?

.. i’m palestinian

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when you’re trying to write and your last two functioning brain cells start yelling at each other

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This kind of revision definitely makes me think. It also makes me realize that I cannot tell what a cliché is. I may also have gone over things I did not highlight but that's because I’m forever changing stuff. It’s why some things take so long.

Trade or Dare

It’s like chess, but where you cheat. Since your opponent can’t see all your pieces moving. And the few they can see? Well, it’s all about misdirection.

You start the game with the pawns, the players that don’t realize they are expendable. The loud, idiotic, or rebellious. Give them the jobs that will get the most attention.

Then you move the pieces that watch everything, keep an eye on developments. It’s always good to have an on the ground NEWS team in your pocket here.

And we can’t forget about the ones that provide escape routes, the hackers on lights or the intentional “accidents” that close streets and cause traffic. Makes it harder for your opponent to move.

The more pieces that you move around, the more noise that is made, the less likely anyone will notice you as you move towards the true goal.

And in real life? There is no Batman to stop this Penguin.

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Where are we? no idea!

When are we? not a clue!

Who are they? Generalized “hero” and an “enemy”

How do things look? “empty” darkness that you can see in, no light coming from anywhere. no sounds, no smells

Period, time of year, day or night Can’t tell, all definable features have been swallowed by a void

What’s the weather? There is none

What’s happening? An offer was made to the “hero” by the “enemy” and they are determining how they should respond

Choice

It was a choice and yet it really should not have been. 

The shadows seems to move, eyes peering from the darkness. Only silence followed after the creature made its offer.

Do I take the creatures offer? Do I live another day? Betray those that came so far with me. or do I finish was I came here to do and rid the world of this twisted creature.

Everything seemed to hold its breath waiting on words, an action, some kind of answer. 

Nothing but emptiness here, there is no smell of life or death. No light, only darkness, yet everything is still visible. Can one kill something that is neither part of life or death?

The creature seemed to smile. It stood then, from where it was laying.

As if we were no threat at all. To be laying there like that. Making that kind of offer in such an amused voice.

A sword unsheathed. One look behind me, to their faces.

Move forward, or turn to face a different foe?

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https://www.rover.com/blog/dogs-home-alone/

I suppose before trying to create a piece centered around the perspective of a dog, I should have done research to see what dogs do when left to their own devices. Though from what I can tell it’s right on point. (To be fair I usually look up stuff before I write about something I am unfamiliar with anyway, its a habit)

Patience of Dogs

Hours and hours and hours.  Its been forever.

I lay, anxiously watching the door, listening intently.

At first, I was sleeping soundly in my bed before watching out the window, staring at the birds and squirrels for a while.

They looked like they were having such fun, chasing each other up and around the trees, I wish I could join.

But it’s getting darker outside and still they are not home.

I already ate all my food! And my water is getting low! 

Waiting, waiting, waiting

Did something happen? I knew I should have gone with them, what if they nev- wait…..

*door unlock*

“Hey boy, sorry I’m late, traffic was terrible today.”

Who cares!! You’re home home home!!

It’s all I think of as I run towards them, tail wagging, paws dancing, just trying to be as close as possible. The thoughts of being alone now long gone from my mind.

You’re home.

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There was no warning.

The day began, bright and sunny, the forest showed it would be so all day. So as any other person with free time on a nice day I headed over to the trails for a walk. “The sky is so blue.” Was my first thought on my hike. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Around my waist was a thin jacket, for the chance that this autumn day might become chilly. The sounds of the birds chirping and the breeze playing with the fallen leaves, was exactly what I was needing after so much time indoors. “Finally a moment to relax and clear my mind.”

It was going so well, such a perfect day.

           Then a chill entered me as the wind picked up. I shrugged into my jacket, shivering for a moment as my body tried to adjust to the sudden change. Another gust, harder this time, tangles my dress around my legs. I hug myself for warmth as I turn back towards the car. “I need to get out of here.” Was a panicked thought, as clouds appeared from nowhere, turning the sky dark. I ran now, towards relative safety as rumbling was heard in the distance. The breeze that once played with the leaves now tore at my clothes and ripped my hair from the lose braid I half-heartedly put it in that morning.

But then it wasn’t.

Crack! A loud, deafening sound, like the sky was breaking. White, a blinding light; such a contrast to the dark sky; was all I could see. Pain was all I felt now branching from the top of my head, then shooting through my feet. “Did I just get struck by lightning?” Was the last thought that went through my mind, before I stopped thinking altogether. Before all I saw was darkness.

I suppose it could have been worse.

           I go over that day often; the sounds, smells, and the sights. I never would have thought that autumn day would be the last I saw of anything.

Storm

Wind rushed past me, increasing from a calming breeze to a gail. My hair breaks free from its braid, swirling violently around my head as my sun hat flies away. Chills enter my body as the fierceness of the wind tears my dress in all directions. As I struggle to reach safety the sky darkens, clouds appearing as if by magic. Crack! The sound is deafening. All I see is white. All I feel is pain. Branching through my body, from as single spot on my head.

“Did I just get struck by lightning?”

It was my last thought, before darkness consumed me.

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Trade or Dare

It’s like chess, but where you cheat. Since your opponent can’t see all your pieces moving. And the few they can see? Well, it’s all about misdirection.

You start the game with the pawns, the players that don’t realize they are expendable. The loud, idiotic, or rebellious. Give them the jobs that will get the most attention.

Then you move the pieces that watch everything, keep an eye on developments. It’s always good to have an on the ground NEWS team in your pocket here.

And we can’t forget about the ones that provide escape routes, the hackers on lights or the intentional “accidents” that close streets and cause traffic. Makes it harder for your opponent to move.

The more pieces that you move around, the more noise that is made, the less likely anyone will notice you as you move towards the true goal.

And in real life? There is no Batman to stop this Penguin.

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13 Things You Think Are True, But Aren't | Adam Ruins Everything

Honestly I had no idea what to share for this, since beyond Facebook and now Trumbr I don’t really spend too much time online. But you said a youtube video would work and I personally am a great fan of College Humor. I went with Adam because they fact check and will post another video to either clarify or change something if they were wrong. Always refreshing. The biggest problem was fining something that was even kind of appropriate for “school”.

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Micro-Manifesto

Digital Literature: This one caught my attention for a few different reasons. First is that I actually found a few webtoons that play music on different chapters of the comic. And on another day I found a channel on youtube that took some fanfiction comics of the game Undertale and gave voice to them. The idea of music or other sounds giving more weight to the written (or drawn) word is fascinating.

Blogs and Social Media: This is a form of media that is definitely underrated but is starting to see some credible attention. Both as a form of entertainment and as a news source. I myself go a lot to reviews for games on youtube before I buy then. Especially these days with how many new games are bugged or incomplete, I don’t like wasting my money.

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Sentences

1) Whichever way the wind blows

2) Watching leaves change from green to red in fall

3) The sadness of seeing old buildings crumbling

4) The prospect of new growth

5) An overcloud of anxiety I cannot seem to shake

6) Days where the clouds hide the sun seem in abundance

7) Colors in the sky as the sun sets

8) I could watch that one moment forever

9) Driving on a highway, seeing nothing but rolling ills covered in trees

10) Nothing for miles but rock, sand, and salt

11) The thought of living through a moment of history never brought me such uncertainty

12) Unconditional love of animals fills the void that grows in my heart

13) To look back through history and see nothing but repeated cycles is both worrisome and somehow comforting

14) Sirens wake one up from a dreamless sleep

15) A rare moment when the mind decides to be silent

16) When a word looks wrong, yet somehow is not

17) The bell tolls for someone

18) I love chocolate, especially with mint

19) The pain of true hunger is something I do not wish to experience again

20) Empathy can be as much of a curse as a blessing

21) A mob mentality is a terrifying thing

22) To willfully shut ones eyes and say that something does not exist because you cannot see it, is true ignorance

23) Scented candles burning always helps calm me

24) Absolute silence is deafening

25) To many thoughts can makes ones brain short circuit, I swear

26) Tree leaves and flower petals, dancing in the breeze

27) Singing birds sleep with the sun

28) Stillness in a graveyard, A sad day when not a soul visits those that rest

29) Papers scattered on every surface, organized chaos in truth

30) Long hugs are a medicine for the soul

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Its short, it’s silly and I love it. The progression of events happens over a period of time, yet seems to go by so quickly. Also the under tone of “what the....” is kind of funny. Not to mention that there is so little worry, over a volcano. I imagine this is what its like to live on any island that has a volcano. 

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Choice

It was a choice and yet it really should not have been. 

The shadows seems to move, eyes peering from the darkness. Only silence followed after the creature made its offer.

Do I take the creatures offer? Do I live another day? Betray those that came so far with me. or do I finish was I came here to do and rid the world of this twisted creature.

Everything seemed to hold its breath waiting on words, an action, some kind of answer. 

Nothing but emptiness here, there is no smell of life or death. No light, only darkness, yet everything is still visible. Can one kill something that is neither part of life or death?

The creature seemed to smile. It stood then, from where it was laying.

As if we were no threat at all. To be laying there like that. Making that kind of offer in such an amused voice.

A sword unsheathed. One look behind me, to their faces.

Move forward, or turn to face a different foe?

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Me

Hearing nothing, seeing all

Hard to sometimes recall that

There is such a place in I

To have forgotten all the things I had

I look out and fall in

Striving to remember me