I’ve been here before, again, and again, and again. I hear them all the time, all the painful experiences, the heartache of hundreds of attempts, potential successes and failures. I see them, coax them, and listen intently to understand, but the truth is, it’s always been this way. Walking through the school hallways, the teenage boy meandered with dread and a sleep-deprived husk through the busy highways of drama, hope, and chatter of normal teenage drama. Oh how lucky they all have it, how lucky you have it, how lucky we have it. While they play what ifs, playing with potentials, I get to live it. With a heavy sigh, he brushed his rat nest of fluffy brown hair back while straightening up his posture, taking a deep breath as he readjusted his bag, and walked down the aisle. Go straight to class, don’t go outside, it hurts! A voice shrieked in his mind as a painful migraine forced its way into his temple. Putting a hand on his head, the boy kept walking. Careful! They’ll trip
A lot of rumble, ears popping, my heart races but it's not for the reason people think of. While the plane sped faster and faster, the engines roaring with confidence, we climbed into the heavens, breaching a sea of soft white. The beauty of crystal clear eternal blue sky above the storm clouds met us, but the only thing on my mind was her, the one that made my heart jump at first sight. Sitting across the narrow walkway, separating our seats was a beautiful woman, her curly hair bounced with turbulence yet she didn't seem to mind, a grin of excitement growing with each bump. Her lipstick was a creamy pink, a soft faded color to show off but not beg for attention, while her form fit perfectly in her chair, just subtly showing off her healthy physique. Unlike me who was sitting in my seat, gripping my arm rail and dressed in cartoon pajamas, she sipped on a luxurious glass of a cocktail, her stunning black dress went down to her ankles while a white jacket rested on her shoulders
Sam and Claire Conflict Practice Writing by botsu1x, literature
Literature
Sam and Claire Conflict Practice Writing
They sat at the dinner table, just like they have for years. Sam smiled at the wonderful dinner splayed out in front of him while Claire ate a salad quietly. "How was work today?" Sam started, reaching out to grab part of the main meal. "Fine," Claire responded. "Anything fun today? You mentioned that you got off work early," started Sam, Claire tapped her fork against her plate softly, eyes staring off somewhere else. "Earth to Claire, you there?" Sam shot in before Claire's gaze returned to him. "Oh, sorry, just did some chores, cooked dinner, did the laundry, just simple things," her words came out dryly as she took another bite of her salad. "Well, then, I have a surprise for you later, after all you cooked dinner for our anniversary and worked, I had planned something big for you to show how much I love you!" Sam smiled widely as he dug into mashed potatoes. Claire nodded with a small smile, "A surprise? What could you possibly have in mind?" "Well," started Sam, "We've
Everyone talks about life and the strangeness of it as if they understand, like they know anything at all. Scoffing at the thought, Jeremey rubbed his eye tiredly while staring at his nightly studies. Being in college was always rough during the winter months, not only did the dead-end location have nothing to do, but also had no way out. Every city and fun town was a minimum two-hour drive and with the snow slowly collecting on the window sill of his two-room apartment, he was trapped. “Hmmmm” The heater sounded off as warm air filled the vents. The young man ran his hands through his short blonde hair before slamming his math book shut, “Finals, finals, and more finals, I swear this school is grinding me to the bone, but hey, I’m almost done!” He joyfully spoke out to the empty room. Nobody responded obviously but that was to be expected when living alone. Standing up from his small desk in the corner of the room, he turned and sighed. His room was a mess, clothes all over the
Her tail sways back and forth, her hands hard at work as the calico wearing sweatpants, a cute white crop top shirt, and her orange and white puffy fur bouncing as she sings. Her tail was covered in orange and white rings, while an orange spot surrounded her left eye. The feline hums gently as her deep sea green eyes scan her work, hips twisting as she gets into the rhythm of her music. The warm water splashed off the dirty dishes, claws hard at work, scraping dirty dishes clean as her mind dreams of fun memories. It hadn't been the easiest to get to where she is now. It hasn't been the brightest path, but one she definitely made for herself. Her apartment echoed with music, her soft voice singing along as the melancholy notes played as her favorite panther artest by the name of Saylor Twif rang. Closing her eyes, she relaxed her paws, just feeling the water run off with a sigh. Sharp claws clasp around her waist as a voice spoke gently in her ears, making them flick as a shudder tan up her spine, "Sorry didn't mean to scare ya, just wanted to say hello," I smirked as I leaned into her neck and pecked her cheek. My wolf form was the same size as hers, tail wagging as my green slit vents burned bright with joy. My fur was ruffled from a long day as I sank into her fur. "Hey now kitty, you can't fall asleep here, I'm still working!" She smirked while splashing a bit of water in my fave. Wiping the water away and shaking my head, a chuckle escaped me as I took a seat beside her, "Fine, fine, but don't stop singing, I love hearing your voice." Smirking with a side eye, she teased as she twirled and danced in the kitchen, showing off playful moves as she cleaned. I simply sat there and watched happily. "I love you," I spoke quietly as I smiled. "I love you more," she called back while turning off the water, the next song beginning to play. "I love you three thousand," I finished as I stood up, holding her close as I kissed her neck," "Hey! That's my line!" She snickered at the ticklish kiss. "Not tonight," I chimed back, "it's ours tonight."
Legs dangling over the highrise, Blade sat on the ledge of his city, the sun setting as twilight began to color the sky. Looking below, his katana resting on his leg while taking a whetstone to the blade, he sighed a breath of relief as his gaze chased the city tops to the nearby ocean. Beside him sat his loyal hellhound, black fur smelling of freshly burnt charcoal and ash rustled in the wind while the all too familiar ghostly green eyes rested on his master. The long slash vents in the hound’s side flared and rested with green fire with every breath the beast took. Smirking, Blade slid the stone over the katana once again, making a satisfying scraping sound. His hair was still short but grew out long enough to style, and his jet-blue eyes reflected the stars looking in the corners of the sky, “You know, we’ve been through a lot, you and me,” he started, looking at his faithful companion and placed his hand on the hound’s head before rubbing it gently. Moving closer, the massive
Practice Writing 2 Waring Heart by botsu1x, literature
Literature
Practice Writing 2 Waring Heart
Music that inspired this piece: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=2bFSr3pZFjc “Chris, hey! Chris! Wake up!” a familiar voice shouted as Chris groggily opened his eyes. Yawning, he went to cover his mouth only to feel the intense burning course through his veins. Grinding his teeth, he looked up to find the concerned look of a woman, her soft hands moving quickly as bandages were applied to Chris’s left eye and arm. “Chris, you’ll be ok! I promise!” Tears streamed down the woman’s cheeks, her silver eyes gleaming in the red bloodshot pools. Glancing around at his surroundings, everything came back to him, the distant screams and cries, the sound of heavy footsteps and metal. The air was hot and thick, smelling of fire, brimstone, and gunpowder. “Com-commander, what hap-” “Not now soldier, we need to get you back, can you walk?” The woman asked as she draped her long black hair into her helmet. Her bronze armor seemed to glow with the reflection of chariots burning in the distance.
Writing practice 1 Under the Moonlight by botsu1x, literature
Literature
Writing practice 1 Under the Moonlight
As the water rippled in the moonlight, I sat on the lake side, breathing heavily as the cool night air filled my lungs. The frogs called in the shallows, the reflection of stars rode the tiny waves as darting fish swam to and fro. “What am I to do now?” I spoke quietly to myself as I looked over my shoulder, the bottle of my choice of poison, Jim Bean, almost empty. Looking down at my disheveled self, I groaned and laid back into the tall grass, letting the sounds of nature take me. It was a calm night. Yes, a very calm night. I used to love these kinds of nights when I was younger. Nobody around, no music from teens running a muck. Just the nightly animals rustling in bushes, the water, and those who learned to appreciate it. Shaking my head, I sat back up and fixed myself before pulling out my phone. The time read close to 12:20 but my vision was already a bit blurred. I’m lucky I guess. It hasn’t over taken me yet. I guess it’s blessing me with a little more time. Finishing my
The ping of the elevator sounded, the sliding doors opening for the man of business himself as Blue stepped out and examined the floor. Cubicles. Dozens of cubicles. His crystal gaze fell upon groups of workers, some frantically typing, others talking at the water fountain. Nobody seemed to notice his presence, nobody except her. The woman with a plastered smile, and welling eyes as if the ocean blue inside was starting to overflow.
Blue's eyes darted up and down in a smooth single scan as his mind began its process.
She's about to break, her stance is disheveled. Something just happened, she's at a tipping point. Golden hair, c
I’ve been here before, again, and again, and again. I hear them all the time, all the painful experiences, the heartache of hundreds of attempts, potential successes and failures. I see them, coax them, and listen intently to understand, but the truth is, it’s always been this way. Walking through the school hallways, the teenage boy meandered with dread and a sleep-deprived husk through the busy highways of drama, hope, and chatter of normal teenage drama. Oh how lucky they all have it, how lucky you have it, how lucky we have it. While they play what ifs, playing with potentials, I get to live it. With a heavy sigh, he brushed his rat nest of fluffy brown hair back while straightening up his posture, taking a deep breath as he readjusted his bag, and walked down the aisle. Go straight to class, don’t go outside, it hurts! A voice shrieked in his mind as a painful migraine forced its way into his temple. Putting a hand on his head, the boy kept walking. Careful! They’ll trip
A lot of rumble, ears popping, my heart races but it's not for the reason people think of. While the plane sped faster and faster, the engines roaring with confidence, we climbed into the heavens, breaching a sea of soft white. The beauty of crystal clear eternal blue sky above the storm clouds met us, but the only thing on my mind was her, the one that made my heart jump at first sight. Sitting across the narrow walkway, separating our seats was a beautiful woman, her curly hair bounced with turbulence yet she didn't seem to mind, a grin of excitement growing with each bump. Her lipstick was a creamy pink, a soft faded color to show off but not beg for attention, while her form fit perfectly in her chair, just subtly showing off her healthy physique. Unlike me who was sitting in my seat, gripping my arm rail and dressed in cartoon pajamas, she sipped on a luxurious glass of a cocktail, her stunning black dress went down to her ankles while a white jacket rested on her shoulders
Sam and Claire Conflict Practice Writing by botsu1x, literature
Literature
Sam and Claire Conflict Practice Writing
They sat at the dinner table, just like they have for years. Sam smiled at the wonderful dinner splayed out in front of him while Claire ate a salad quietly. "How was work today?" Sam started, reaching out to grab part of the main meal. "Fine," Claire responded. "Anything fun today? You mentioned that you got off work early," started Sam, Claire tapped her fork against her plate softly, eyes staring off somewhere else. "Earth to Claire, you there?" Sam shot in before Claire's gaze returned to him. "Oh, sorry, just did some chores, cooked dinner, did the laundry, just simple things," her words came out dryly as she took another bite of her salad. "Well, then, I have a surprise for you later, after all you cooked dinner for our anniversary and worked, I had planned something big for you to show how much I love you!" Sam smiled widely as he dug into mashed potatoes. Claire nodded with a small smile, "A surprise? What could you possibly have in mind?" "Well," started Sam, "We've
Everyone talks about life and the strangeness of it as if they understand, like they know anything at all. Scoffing at the thought, Jeremey rubbed his eye tiredly while staring at his nightly studies. Being in college was always rough during the winter months, not only did the dead-end location have nothing to do, but also had no way out. Every city and fun town was a minimum two-hour drive and with the snow slowly collecting on the window sill of his two-room apartment, he was trapped. “Hmmmm” The heater sounded off as warm air filled the vents. The young man ran his hands through his short blonde hair before slamming his math book shut, “Finals, finals, and more finals, I swear this school is grinding me to the bone, but hey, I’m almost done!” He joyfully spoke out to the empty room. Nobody responded obviously but that was to be expected when living alone. Standing up from his small desk in the corner of the room, he turned and sighed. His room was a mess, clothes all over the
Legs dangling over the highrise, Blade sat on the ledge of his city, the sun setting as twilight began to color the sky. Looking below, his katana resting on his leg while taking a whetstone to the blade, he sighed a breath of relief as his gaze chased the city tops to the nearby ocean. Beside him sat his loyal hellhound, black fur smelling of freshly burnt charcoal and ash rustled in the wind while the all too familiar ghostly green eyes rested on his master. The long slash vents in the hound’s side flared and rested with green fire with every breath the beast took. Smirking, Blade slid the stone over the katana once again, making a satisfying scraping sound. His hair was still short but grew out long enough to style, and his jet-blue eyes reflected the stars looking in the corners of the sky, “You know, we’ve been through a lot, you and me,” he started, looking at his faithful companion and placed his hand on the hound’s head before rubbing it gently. Moving closer, the massive
Practice Writing 2 Waring Heart by botsu1x, literature
Literature
Practice Writing 2 Waring Heart
Music that inspired this piece: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=2bFSr3pZFjc “Chris, hey! Chris! Wake up!” a familiar voice shouted as Chris groggily opened his eyes. Yawning, he went to cover his mouth only to feel the intense burning course through his veins. Grinding his teeth, he looked up to find the concerned look of a woman, her soft hands moving quickly as bandages were applied to Chris’s left eye and arm. “Chris, you’ll be ok! I promise!” Tears streamed down the woman’s cheeks, her silver eyes gleaming in the red bloodshot pools. Glancing around at his surroundings, everything came back to him, the distant screams and cries, the sound of heavy footsteps and metal. The air was hot and thick, smelling of fire, brimstone, and gunpowder. “Com-commander, what hap-” “Not now soldier, we need to get you back, can you walk?” The woman asked as she draped her long black hair into her helmet. Her bronze armor seemed to glow with the reflection of chariots burning in the distance.
Writing practice 1 Under the Moonlight by botsu1x, literature
Literature
Writing practice 1 Under the Moonlight
As the water rippled in the moonlight, I sat on the lake side, breathing heavily as the cool night air filled my lungs. The frogs called in the shallows, the reflection of stars rode the tiny waves as darting fish swam to and fro. “What am I to do now?” I spoke quietly to myself as I looked over my shoulder, the bottle of my choice of poison, Jim Bean, almost empty. Looking down at my disheveled self, I groaned and laid back into the tall grass, letting the sounds of nature take me. It was a calm night. Yes, a very calm night. I used to love these kinds of nights when I was younger. Nobody around, no music from teens running a muck. Just the nightly animals rustling in bushes, the water, and those who learned to appreciate it. Shaking my head, I sat back up and fixed myself before pulling out my phone. The time read close to 12:20 but my vision was already a bit blurred. I’m lucky I guess. It hasn’t over taken me yet. I guess it’s blessing me with a little more time. Finishing my
The ping of the elevator sounded, the sliding doors opening for the man of business himself as Blue stepped out and examined the floor. Cubicles. Dozens of cubicles. His crystal gaze fell upon groups of workers, some frantically typing, others talking at the water fountain. Nobody seemed to notice his presence, nobody except her. The woman with a plastered smile, and welling eyes as if the ocean blue inside was starting to overflow.
Blue's eyes darted up and down in a smooth single scan as his mind began its process.
She's about to break, her stance is disheveled. Something just happened, she's at a tipping point. Golden hair, c
Blue left John to sulk in his thoughts as he grinned. Pitiful John, I know you’re a coward, I’ll just leave him be for now. He smirked as he walked up the paved steps and opened the right side of double doors. With slick black hair, a blue tux, black shoes, and crystal blue eyes, he placed a warm smile on his lips and went to the nearest receptionist's desk.
“Excuse me ma’am,” Blue spoke quietly as he stood straight and watched the girl with curly brown hair typing away at her computer, “I am looking for Carl Gibson, is he around?”
The woman froze at the name and looked up at the man in fron
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Welp, this is awkward XD It's been over 3 years since my last post, so much has happened yet I'm still the same me XD. Where to begin? For those that care, I am now 21, been fun trying out new drinks, yes yes wonderful age to become an alcoholic. Besides that, I am now on my final year at my college, working towards a business admin degree with a focus in HR management. I've made a few new friends, even got lucky and was found by my girlfriend, now going on a year and a few months strong! I have as well made a few... many enemies as well but eh, I've been working a lot on myself, trying to figure things out as time changes and now I've been looking at my dead page recently and been thinking, "maybe I should try writing again, it has been awhile" So we will see where we go, maybe this will spark up again, maybe it will just be here or there, but hey, I've been doing my best at life, I hope you all have been doing good as well! As for the stories and such, I may open a second