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hmm

tumblr is a lot more fun when u actually have interests

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Do authors know that if they put something along the lines of “which he pronounced..” that someone (me) is going to read it out loud in the middle of a silent classroom?

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a dream i had

I had a dream there was a magpie (the bird) stuck in my room. It was stuck inside of my closet, it came out and then started speaking to me. It told me to let it out. And I did.

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A piece of text (i really like) I got from a writing tips blog! Dumb/arrogant people use larger words to assert themselves. Here is a piece of dialogue I wrote :)

“Wait, you’re not smart? So this is a big game to you?”

Angelo glances around quickly to see if anyone else heard. No. Just the same, sad sea of students.

“Well, no, not really. I can’t help using ‘larger’ words to get my point across. I’m a D-C+ student,” Micheal looks like he’s going to punch Angelo. But in the nick of time, the Teacher comes up.

Not again, thought Angelo, he had thought that once his grades actually became of a passing standard, the Teacher would be gone. Apparently not. He would rather get punched by the 1.8m giant muscle bag named Micheal than have the Teacher come by.

Context/Story:

Angelo is a grade 10 (about 15/16) Australian highschool student. A classic, ‘i don’t know what im going to do with my life’. His grades started to drop after their peak in grade 8 (age 13/12).

He was trying to summon a demon or guardian angle or something (this plot point isn’t really clear yet) and accidentally summoned a Teacher. The Teacher is basically like a ghost who follows him in times of acedemic strife. The Teacher can change at any point (appearing as a woman to help with, say, science, and a man as English, etc.).

I’m not sure what the relationship between Micheal and Angelo (their names were not planned), but maybe Micheal is dude with grades as bad as Angelo, looking for someone to finish his homework. Someone might’ve told him about Angelo’s poor grades.

In the story, the Teacher ends up helping Angelo solve a (murder) mystery. I would really enjoy that. :)

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In my version of events, I am going to keep it simple by having only a few gods who are quite basic, and mailable (they have different forms, eg, tera natural disasters is different to tera flora):

Meet them:

Tera (from the Latin word ‘terra’, meaning earth) - represents nature, though she has a seemingly good nature to the unwitting, she is dark inside, which creates our planets instabilities, and natural forces. She controls the fields people are sent to work in the after life.

Gihenna (another Latin translation from ‘hell’) - pain, suffering, the ‘root’ all evil, the 7 deadly sins, the underworld, you get the gist, not DEATH, however, she may cause it, she does not control or choose who goes to the Morning Veil (basically heaven)

Nubis (Latin for ‘clouds, morning veil) - the god of the sky (quick temper - causes storms), god of death (pictured usually in white silk or a veil) controls the morning veil, the afterlife of this world. Similar to the Egyptians afterlife, people are sent to work in fields for Tera. The crops they harvest (some type of seed) are the new births of humans and animals. After the apocalypse, their crops started to fail. They are also responsible for the stars, sun, the galaxy.

Our last god - Faunus (animal + deity ending + latin translate) - the god of humans and animals. The male twin of Tera (they got on well, in the old days, before their rest. They are maturing and realising that they are not fond of one another). When a mortal gets into trouble with gods Ferus behaves as a step-in ‘lawyer’, of sorts. If a human is an ‘Undetermined’ will also become a lawyer to argue their innocence. Ferus is a cheeky god, known for his mysterious games and instability. He is not a very good lawyer.

Some other things that were featured:

The afterlife - as mentioned before, our three gods each play a part in the way of afterlife (this can be automated during their rest). Gehenna isn’t directly related with it, although, her hotheaded actions are usually the ones that kill humans. Ferus does as will, however it is not frequent. Then, the next stage, Nubis comes in their veil and silk, and claims the person as dead. In their old age, they sometimes get this wrong, and the ordeal of sending someone back is tremendous and inconvenient. Tera owns the fields known as ‘Novale’ (Latin for field/enclosed land) which are the fields where the dead toil, reaping the crops of life. As mentioned, this can be automised, however it causes problems as it’s not accurate, and no one was there to return people back tot he overworld (living).

The apocalypse: yeah, I’m not sure how it was caused. (70 yrs before) I think after the deities fell asleep, the world crumbled, in a catalyst of destruction and loss.

No one will see this anyways

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Context: i rewrote a small paragraph in Adam Goode’s memoir ‘A Sporting Life’, an extract from ‘growing up aboriginal in australia’

Adam’s:

Mine:

When we had our chance with luck, we would take the hike down, the sound of cicadas loud in our ears, we would trek through our paddocks to the back of the property, where the river sat, snaking it’s way through a small valley. Residing above it, slowly swinging back in fourth in the summers breeze, sat our swing rope. I would hold on tight as the rope took me to the top of its arc, and the moment where I was weightless, frozen, I would take the leap of faith and let go. The air rushed between my ears, and would promptly be replaced with the soft swirling currents of our river. In the other part of our free time, my brothers and I would find a high-standing gumtree, and we would transport ourselves into the boots of an intrepid Australian explorer, climbing higher, and higher, until we were met with a satisfying breeze. When this got dull, we would travel down, back to the base, and we would build a cubby house.

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An improvised text

“The world will not treat you better, because you’re a good person”. Abby reads this. She reads it again. She’s about to read it a third time, but a movement out of her peripheral vision catches her attention. She turns, and pulls her eyes away from the text. Before she can get her voice out to scream, two large, red hands cover her mouth. Her first thought is to pull them away, but they don’t budge. Abby starts to panic now, the bubble rising in her throat, stuck with her abandoned yelp.

“Okay, I’m going to let you go, if you promise to not scream,” the voice seems like it should belong on a boy her age, not some mysterious, monstrous hands.

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something i wrote to help get rid of writers block (i named it ‘run’):

I feel the familiar burn of my muscles, as my feet pound against the red track. The sun beats down on me, the cool wind doing almost nothing to combat this.

I let the crowds cheers wash over me, and this only makes me more determined to come first. Almost there. I watch, as the ribbon becomes closer and closer. Then i feel it; small at first, but building and building with each step i take, the pain overwhelms me, my eyes prickle, my throat burns and the edges of my vision fades to black.

I feel the distant thump of my body hitting the ground, but my head feels as if it’s been replaced with a wet sponge. I stare at the track, unable to move. Slowly, I loose my grasp of the world.