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Day 1-NANOWRIMO WIPEstkver Undal-
The bedtime stories of my childhood were of the Orbs; the three Orbs of Knowledge-Magic, Meaning, and Might, existing on the far edges of the Earth. The first, Might, was absorbed by Emh, a righteous ruler of one of the unknown species many years before our time. Magic was absorbed by Soevim the Mage, a man of infamy, neither friend nor foe to any living creature, and the third remains unfound.
The humans could only quell their thirst with knowing.
Nothing was enough. After some centuries of wild goose hunts some guy ‘wised up’ and decided it made sense that the Orb was at the center of the Earth; started sending people down to the core. One of them was me.
Hugh G. Anton-
We didn’t know what we were doing. Instead of stepping into a heatstroke, we were invading territory. Alien territory. Species not even existent in our myths.
They thought the land was theirs for the taking; theirs. We were here eo
What Makes A Hero?This is the truth; it isn't a fallacy robbed from an idea someone planted in my mind. I've grown many philosophies and personalities based on things like that, but today is the day where I promise to write in the utmost clarity. There are no lies here.
A year ago today, I took a test called the PLAN; a standardized test that schools send to colleges to determine eligibility. Back then my words in writing were jumbled, unoriginal hypotheses that never went anywhere notable. Much to my luck, the testing concluded with an essay prompt of which we were supposed to develop a well written essay.
The prompt asked us the question of who we found inspirational in our lives; in other words, it wanted to know who our hero was. Hero? Everyone I could think of in my family had no real heroic attributes to me; I had only a handful of people to pick out and most of them, well, I'd rather not go there. The product was some half-a***d bulls*** that I made up because I couldn't think of anyth
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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