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#art #horrible doodles

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The smoke from the industrial plants surrounded the city, casting a fog thick enough to slice. Smog made its way up my nose and in my eyes, burning them. If only I could feel the pain. Ever since I killed my first god when I was five, I’ve felt nothing but emptiness and sometimes the slightest twinge of regret, yet I am deadly at my job as God Hunter. The feeling of guilt fades after you kill a hundred or so Gods, and luckily the screams of the gods as the knives slice into their golden flesh has become white noise at this point. And yet, when killing my 1,000th god, I feel a strange feeling. As I stare into this God’s golden eyes, I feel he could be useful. “Get up,” I say, watching as the fear slowly fades from his eyes. “I have decided to spare you, just this once. But only if you prove useful.” He nods reluctantly, not yet knowing what I am asking of him. “I will get three wishes. Each, you must grant. Only then will I kill you. Be grateful for such a prolonged life that I am granting you,” I proclaim, still sensing a hint of fear. I almost laugh, despite myself. A God, afraid of me! In the ancient days, the 2000s, the neanderthal humans feared the Gods, worshiped them. And now, they are hunted for what they did to us. For what they made the world. 

“My first wish is my wife,” I say, stopping to stare him down. “I want her back.” I lost her in a automobile accident long ago, and I would kill all the Gods, kill myself, to have her back. As he nods, I cannot help but feel excitement creeping up, warming my bones. It feels good to have something to hope for again, and my heart seems to slowly thaw as I see her standing in front of me again, at long last. We embrace, and I feel like my heart is slightly filling up again, just like when I was a child. Getting Fiona back is making me realize just how much I missed emotions, how much I missed hope, and fear, and warmth. And happiness. Even though, as someone brought back from the dead is, she is cold and distant and not really here, I have missed her presence. And this God, this one with golden eyes and a distant expression, is starting to warm up to me. “Thank you,” I nod, as he flicks his fingers and I feel warmth seeping completely into my heart, into myself. I return home, bidding my farewell to this god, and only when I have completely settled into my little home do I realize I forgot to use my second and third wish. 

3 days later, I start to notice the differences in my Fiona. She is cold, distant, still dead. It physically pains her to be here, in the realm of the living again. Gods can do anything for humans, even bring back the dead, but they do not have very good judgment over what they do. Then again, humans do not have very good judgment either. After months of searching, I find that mysterious God again, and demand my third wish. He is glowing brighter, his expression less distant, and I demand him to take Fiona back. He looks taken back by this request, and stammers before seeing that this is the right thing to do. He looks impressed with me, with such a lowly mortal, as he takes her away. I know I had decided to kill him only after my 3 wishes, for his death would secure my 1,000th kill, but looking at him seems like looking at an old friend. “And for my third wish,” I start, watching as the dread seeps back into his eyes. I pause. “I would like you to stay with me till the end of my days.” He looks completely taken back, though affection for this strange mortal is entering his face, taking the place of the dread. This God’s survival means more to me than killing him, for a horrible, strange reason. Maybe, just maybe, I could let Fiona go and find someone to take her place. The God smiles, and for a moment, it seems like he is thinking the same thing. “So, which God even are you?”, I inquire, for this is a question that has been nagging at me since day one. He pauses, asking himself if he really should reveal this to a mortal he has not met for more than a week, but has already weaseled his way into his life. 

“I am the god of love,” He replies, and suddenly the dreary grays of the city turn a bit brighter and the smoke lifts, just a bit.

A fantasy world with an industrial revolution, where Gods are hunted like whales were.

#please don't hurt me I'm a horrible writer

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"Sir, I must inform you that you are in possession of an illegal and forbidden item. Please hand it over immediately." The Collectors were making their daily rounds around the kingdom, searching for forbidden items to report back to the emperor, but you never thought they would come for you. Even a quick, fleeting glance around your house would reveal horribly hidden forbidden items peeking out from their hiding places- A sword that never misses its mark hidden behind the flowerpot, the immortal dog hiding under the carpet, and of course the lance you retrieved from the aliens poking out from inside the toilet. (Using the bathroom is a pain. Literally.) Which illegal item could they possibly mean? Items were hidden in every room of the house, and the rest were crammed into the simple wooden storage room, equaling a total of approximately 3,000 items you shouldn't possess. The Collectors seemed to read your mind, answering "The most forbidden item you have." Oh. It is no longer a mystery to what they could possibly mean. Grumbling, you hand over your most illegal, forbidden item, earning a satisfied grunt from The Collectors, who soon leave the house.

Soon after, your partner in crime rushes into your house, frantically inquiring about what exactly The Collectors took. Was it the lance? The dog? Or even the Roomba with teeth? "What did they take?", your partner asks in a voice tinged with panic. Sighing heavily, you answer the question. "They took the most forbidden, cursed item of all." Your partner looks at you, confused.

"They took the furby."

“Sir I must inform you that you are in possession of an illegal and forbidden item. Please hand it over immediately.” You look around your storage room filled to the brim with illegal and forbidden items from all sorts of dimensions and realities.

#short story #furby #writeblr

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My 4th grade short story

England, 14th century

Sir Lancelot gingerly stepped on the creaky, moldy hardwood floors, his armor clanking in harmony with the wet dripping echoing from somewhere inside the dimly lit castle. His mind swam with possible ways his mission would end, none of them peaceful, his heart beating faster and faster with each growing step. Whatever resides inside this forbidden castle, nobody knew, and those who had the courage to try to find out never lived long enough to tell the tale. The king, fed up with this drain of his townspeople, but too obese and afraid to investigate himself, sent his most trusted knight, Sir Lancelot, against his will to find and kill the beast inside. 

What if the remains of all the witches now reside in this castle, seeking revenge on those who wronged them? What if a twisted, mutilated corpse was reanimated long ago with the power of witchcraft and its bloodlust is too great to be contained? Will I ever live through this to see my family and my great king again? Or will the threads of my mortal life be cut short by the gruesome hand of death like those before me? Thoughts ran rampant inside Sir Lancelot´s head, each making him sweat with fear more than the last. A peaceful ending now seemed farther and farther away from reach with each passing step into the castle, which, with each step he took, seemed more and more like the house of death.  He could almost feel the cold, clammy hands of fate around his neck like a noose waiting to taste the metallic blood of humans once again. 

Creak! Sir Lancelot swiveled, sweat pouring in torrents and splashing on the moist floors. Nobody there. Good. Relief passed through him, sending shivers down his back. Creak! He jolted awake from his trance of relief and bliss, his brain slowly rendering the noises coming from behind him. Walking faster now, he looked over his shoulder to see if he could identify another living being. He saw none. He sped through the long hallway, stopping only to gaze at the pictures pasted to the walls. On some, the frames were decayed, looking as if they would crumble to dust at any given moment like a vampire stepping out into the sun. In all, the gentlemen and gentlewomen portrayed on the fading papers had their heads blotted out by a wet, inky substance. 

Creak! The wet, creaking sound coming from the damp, unstable flooring was closer now, and more urgent. Whooshing winds carried the whispers of restless spirits directly to his ears. Sir Lancelot paused mid-footstep, his muscles refusing to move until the unknown threat was identified. More whispers followed the eerie stillness, the silence carrying more fear than words could. 

Faint sounds came from the end of the hallway, which was so long the first half was so far into the distance a lantern could be lit and the light would still not illuminate the inky blackness. Sir Lancelot strained his ears to hear the sounds, so soft they were almost nonexistent. His hand slowly moved for his sword before he knew what was happening. He turned, breaking out into a run, his feet moving as fast as they could, being clad in iron armor and all. More sounds, closer this time. He stopped sharply, ears perking up, armor clacking together, an expression of utter terror crossing his face.

A single word, uttered from right in front of him. A greeting. Hello.

He didn't even have time to scream.  

#short story #bad short story #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #writeblr

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Hey! I'm Anya!

I love books, music, and I'm in multiple fandoms- please feel free to always message me if you have music/book recommendations, want someone to talk to, or just want to say hi!

Somebody come talk to me about archaeology, greek myths, or aliens! Or just send me an ask and I'll give you a cool science fact!

If you're ablest, homophobic, racist, discriminatory, or just a jerk, I will personally haul your troglodytic, anemic ass off of this blog.

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Ancient Humans

I like looking at ancient skeletons of humans in the museums. The actual bones of our ancestors, 3 billion years ago. And it makes you think, the bones in that museum were part of somebody billions of years ago. They were somebody, they were part of a community. And they stood next to millions of others, just like them, and billions of years later future humans, evolved humans, will find one of our bones and remember us. Somebody is going to think the same thing as me about one of our skeletons. And I wonder, out of all of us, the entire human population, whose skeleton are they going to find? Yours? Mine? And they'll find our bones and put them all in a way they deem fit, mandibles jutting out of leg bones if imagined that way. I wish I could see a set of ancient human bones on display, but instead of some extinct species, it would be our bones.

#writeblr #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #anthropology

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they keep hurting me.

again

and again

and again

and somehow

my scars

my burden

my fault

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Questions

My family did this to me.

They broke me and then lied about it.

They hurt me and loved me and lied to me.

They abused me.

But is it still abuse if excuses follow?

Is it still abuse if they apologize and do it again?

Am I still allowed to be the way I am,

Have the feelings I have about them,

If they apologize and do it again and again and again.

Is it still abuse if you apologize while doing it?

Is it still abuse if you feel it's justified?

Is it still abuse if the abused is crippled and a disappointment?

Is it still murder if you apologize while doing it?

#spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled words #poets on tumblr #writeblr #poetry #writers on tumblr

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I love stargazing,

And watching the sky smile back.

I love the smell of post-rain earth,

And watching new life grow.

I love the smell of new books,

Just waiting to be read.

I love quiet, secluded afternoons,

And forgotten music in my ears.

I love open, foggy windows,

And feeling the mist reach my hair.

I love fresh baked bread,

And feeling warm inside.

I love the loneliness of the early morning,

And the quiet light of the darkness.

And most of all,

I love life,

And all of the quiet pleasures it brings me.

#stargazing #rain #life #books #read #afternoons #music #foggy #mist #bread #loneliness #light #poetry #verse #my life

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Look at those memories

Look at them splinter

Look at the blotches spread.

Soon they'll be unrecognizable

Easy to forget

Maybe I'll be better off without them.

Look at the petals

Falling one by one

Look at the flower losing a battle.

Look at my life,

Checkered black and white,

And look at the distortion around it.

And look at my story

Still being written,

With no ending at all.

#look #endings #distortion #poetry #verse #my life

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Free Forever

I'm a piece of trash. 

Constantly being thrown away, 

Constantly being forgotten, 

Constantly being left in the darkness. 

I wish I could cry,

I wish I could let out my pain, 

My emotions, 

Myself. 

I wish I could express myself, 

I wish I could speak up. 

I can't ask,

I can't answer, 

I can't be myself. 

I want to be able to show everyone who I truly am, 

To break free of the chains, 

To show my feelings out. 

To stop building everything up against myself,

To be free. 

Free. 

Free forever. 

#free #free forever #poetry #verse #sad #my life

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Chains

I'm helpless,

Unwanted,

So close to the darkness.

I try to run away,

To break the chains, 

To cry and scream,

But it comes out muffled,

My efforts muddled,

Stewing in thick black goo. 

Nobody can hear me,

Nobody cares. 

I have to break free. 

I might break free. 

I just want to be free. 

Is that really so much to ask for?

Is it really? 

#poetry #sad #my life #chains #verse

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Drowning

I struggle to break free

Of this cage of misery

I struggle to breath

In this ocean of pain

I struggle to change

But I want to be something

Something bigger

Something better

Something more worthwhile

Something I'm not

But instead I'm drowning

In a sea of pain

A sea of shame

A sea of hatred

A sea of regret

Drowning forever,

Drowning never, 

Drowning under the crushing weight of emotions

#drowning #poetry #bigger #pain #never #emotions

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#wolf #deer #winged #wolfdeer #art #my art #whee #bad art #trippy

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I don't want to hear small talk.

I don't want to talk about small talk.

I want to talk about atoms,

I want to talk about death,

I want to talk about magic,

And the meaning of life.

I want to hear about galaxies far away,

And the way green tea tastes in the cold.

I want to hear flaws,

I want to hear insecurities,,

I want to hear loves,

I want to hear life.

I want to talk to people with depth,

People who speak their emotions deep from their twisted mind.

I don't want to hear "What's up?" or "How are you doing?"

#small talk #atoms #death #aliens #magic #meaning of life #galaxies far away #galaxies #flaws #green tea #morning #insecurities #fears #loves #scents #life #depth