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Perspective - No, not yours. Mine. by Gossamer on October 21st, 2009, 4:59 pm
I feel the urge to blog today rather than do mod posts because my mood has been so unpredictable lately and I think that regulates how I think a post is going to go or how I react to characters reacting to things that are written for them to help guide them in a certain direction. I don't want to be unpredictable. I find it interesting that some people blog about over-arching concepts, or about things that they feel will improve the game, or helpful writing tricks or tips. Folks often blog about fun facts like favorite numbers, songs, even pcs they no longer play - but rarely (unless you read between the lines) blog about themselves. However, like every rule there are exceptions. There are several people here that do blog about themselves... and I have a confession to make. Those are my favorite kinds. I love reading the rants, the raves, and everything in between. I love it when someone just has to get something off their chest and does so in the form of a blog. I don't care if its the kids someone has to deal with at work, or a gripe about parents, or even a rant about a teacher or employer. I like to feel the humaness of a person in the grip of a problem, a joy, a moment that will never again be that same way again. I think that is probably why, back in my heavy blogging days, I used to mainly blog about myself. I really don't have any witty advice or helpful hints for anyone. In fact, I'm probably the last person that should be dispensing such things, so I go with what I know best - me. I've been in a funk lately. And my funk has just gotten worse and worse, truth be told... but something happened today that made me come to a realization, and I actually feel better about myself than I have for about two weeks. Everyone chalks a funk in a female up to PMS or something like 'extreme work stress' or some other form of crisis in their world, but the truth is usually so far from that it's not even funny. Sometimes, people are even so rude... [ Continued ]
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My Innocence.. by Diane on September 30th, 2010, 6:20 pm
It's all about stepping forward.
I think the little things makes everything so Ok,I still found myself into this state where no matter what I do or how I do things,it's always a step forward.No matter how tough/harsh is life with you,she will always push you back,make you fall,hit walls,making you to crawl over..you got the remember how the small things and moments can bring you Up again,bring you back to Life.
The innocence is more like brilliance,sometimes makes you smile,thinking that those very moments are perfect and you wouldn't change them for anything.At other times brings tears to your eyes,it's the happiness from inside that makes us wanna cry and don't wanna let it go and pass away.. At some times,I feel like drowning,falling into this pitch dark whole with no way out,I search desperately for a way out..I want to find a safe place,where the "warm comfort isn't a dream" and no tears need to be shared.
I need you now,I want to hold on onto you..please don't pass away from me,please bring me back to life,give me back all those happy moments and give me some more in the future.The innocence inside me is screaming out loud,but slowly the voice is fading away.I have to struggle,to fight this to get to those feelings from back then: calm self,happy smiles and let myself to be stronger.
It's all about stepping forward..Do you need me To?
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[Irriari] Grandiose plans for the Spring and beyond by Irriari on May 13th, 2011, 12:15 am
This is mainly for me, but I welcome input and other comments from others. I just want a reference to keep myself on track. If this does happen to fit into anyone's plans do tell me, and maybe we can thread. Especially if you're a tasty huma---. *Ehem* Well, here I go: *note: Goals underlined are longer term Irriari: Goals, Plans, Schemes and Impossible Dreams - Become competent in Poisons, Hand to hand combat and (possibly) Intimidation
- Get a gnosis. Preferably from Vayt, but who am I to be picky?
- Interact with/eat/scare more people. (No seriously)
- Write a flashback thread on poison reagent gathering and get out of Sahova alive! (This one is VERY important!)
- Get the prerequisite skills to join Ebonstryfe
- Join Ebonstryfe. Yes, I'm serious. I want to do this. As a Zith. It's my main overarching goal. Along with staying alive.
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New by Aura Slanton on December 25th, 2013, 5:15 pm
I've roleplayed before and stuff online. But never fantasy-like roleplaying. So this is completely new. Actually, I have no idea what I'm supposed to start with eh, it's okay. I'll figure it out like I normally do. Anyways! It's Christmas and I wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas
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Kai-mosa (A novel I started) by Koyi Da'kai on January 14th, 2014, 4:58 am
(I started this novel awhile back, then got stuck on chapter 1. Lol life eh?) Chapter 1 It feels like a bad dream. Cari lay on the ground with her eyes closed; she felt the soft thick blades of grass outline her small frame. Not wanting to open her eyes she just laid there the wind blowing, her name being carried along it like a whisper calling her. Sitting up slowly, opening her eyes she reached out and grasped the quarter-staff that lay in the grass next to her; the old dark brown wood staff felt rough from the overuse it had seen in the last few years the ends splintered. Cari’s eyes scanned the forest she could have swore someone had said her name. She jumped up the butt of the quarter-staff digging into the damp ground; as she turned around to walk out of the forest. A strange figure caught the corner of her eye for but only a brief moment; out of nowhere she saw what appeared to be a huge gust of wind blowing straight for her. Bending the tree’s as it passed by, Cari watched as a feeling of horror and slight amazement washed over her. Her integrated personal protective system (PPS) began flashing warning signs, her right arm flashing the word warning; it appeared to be a living tattoo, but was actually an implant underneath the skin, that ran on owners’ soul energy. The system within milliseconds kicked the warning level up to stage two; the system sounded an alarm that began to play inside her head and the word warning flashed in her left eye; the permanent digital contact lenses and hearing system were all linked and ran off her soul energy. Cari seemed lost as she watched. The gust of wind barreled toward her, she snapped out of it as the system entered stage two, but by then it was too late; the gust of wind slammed into her on the moment of impact the wind screeched her name so loud that if it wasn’t for her hearing system her eardrums would have burst. Cari flew back several feet slamming into a tree; the impact sent her PPS into a wild frenzy of warn... [ Continued ]
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