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S.C.H.O.O.L. -33-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 1.5 of Awaking
It whizzed past me. Down the hall. Under trolleys and alongside filing cabinets. Defying gravity, although I knew this was just basic elementary physics. And only one other person could know this was basic physics. And only one other person could have designed such a machine to do just this. But where?
I heard footsteps from down the hall in front of me. Shuffles. Someone tripped. Another shushed them and someone cursed under their breath. Vain attempts of being sneaky. The toy car came to a stop a ways away, and from around the corner appeared two people I’ve only seen in the halls and had the acquaintance of.
Short Round held the remote controller in his hand and moved the joy stick around. Beside him, Admin held a pocket-sized computer for video footage.
“…or maybe the batteries just died, I mean there are a number of explanations why it could be acting up. The car probably has a short
S.C.H.O.O.L. -32-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 1 of Awaking
Abandoned hospital beds block my way. I’ve had to turn back several times in the past 10 minutes, eventually resorting to vaulting over the obstacles myself. Only to be blocked by a desk, or filing cabinet, or wide trolley that can wheel only a small ways.
My hockey stick is still missing, and after literally tearing the room apart (both wallpaper and flooring have officially become nonexistent in that room) I failed to discover any secret compartment it could have been hiding in. I settled for nothing. I pocketed the black scarabs and set on a goal to reach the area of boxes and spotlights beside my ‘room.’ However, due to all the detours, I failed that endeavor too.
So here I am.
Middle of an abandoned hospital hallway thing with no weapon and damn jewelry pieces. I could hear them rattling in my pocket. The only thing that could have put the icing on the cake would be the homeless man
S.C.H.O.O.L. -31-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day [I'm getting real tired of this shit.]
Waking up was like coming out of a pool. I saw lights and ceiling tiles swimming, quite literally, in front of my eyes, as though the surface of the water was coming closer and closer to my face. It became vivid, and solidified into bright white lights. My mind was flooded with whatever they had injected into me.
I saw people and shapes and colours of things that were not supposed to be that colour. Everyone around me seemed to be walking slowly, but blurred together. I could feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head and I felt my head collide with the pillow… or… my head was already on the pillow, and my mind just registered that I was, once again, in contact with the pillow.
It sounded like someone was trying to talk to me from under water, and I like to believe I saw a face looking intently at me, though whose it was I was unsure. They were yelling, bubbles coming from their
S.C.H.O.O.L. -29-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
I woke up; fell out of bed. A bed. Not my bed.
The floor felt cool on my palms; a blur of greens and blues. Plastic. Linoleum. Hard.
I put one foot under me and stood to my feet, nearly falling over because my head felt so heavy. Black spots danced in front of my already blurred vision and I sat down on the bed behind me. Glasses. Where are my glasses? I smacked the bedside table, hoping to find them somewhere familiar... Yes. Acquired.
The room around me came into focus and I realized I was in a hospital, though I deducted as much. Sunlight was streaming through the window and there was a bouquet of dead flowers on my bed side table. Daisies. There wasn’t any water in them. No sh*t they died...
I walked over to the window slowly, half for the curiosity of what outside would look like, and half to see whether or not I could still walk. I could, though it felt odd and unfamiliar, as though my muscles were not used to thi
S.C.H.O.O.L. -28-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Oh. Oh Hello. Hello. Hello there. Hi. I didn’t think of saying all these out-loud but somehow I accidentally did. I was saying hello to the long red tube protruding from my arm. Oh, hello. It wasn’t supposed to be red. I mean it probably was, but initially it was clear. That’s my blood.
I watched as it streamed up into a machine slowly, a bubble here and there whizzing past. Hello. The needle in my arm felt so weird. I followed the tube down to where the medicine tape was stuck on the inner side of my elbow. I had half a mind to pull it out, but I’ve heard awful stories of how the machine still goes but the tube isn’t hooked and so blood gets everywhere… I may as well just kill someone instead.
The clipboard beside my bed read ‘Franklin’. A series of boxes were checked off, indicating that I had ‘high levels of cholesterol’ and ‘normal blood pressure’ an
S.C.H.O.O.L. -27-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
My mind is on. I felt the wires running through my brain spark to life, sending electricity down my spine and igniting every circuit running through my arms. Arm. One arm was whirring, gears turning and lights blinking. That’s only what my mind told me, as if everything contained in my cranium was the fastest high speed computer in the world. As if I could see everything without my eyes.
My eyes flickered open, making noises in my head like camera lenses flexing. Everything was high definition; I could see the buildings and trees that were over 100 meters away. I felt myself zoom in even closer after that, and had to close my eyes because my stomach told me I was going to be sick. There were no spots behind my eyes. No red hues or anything that indicated ‘eye lids’. Rather, there was only darkness, with some green lines and lights that resonated with my head as ‘good’. Everything was of good stat
Open Letter (To My Sister)Open Letter (To My Sister)
Dear Little Big Sister,
First off, you’re freaking awesome and amazing and hilarious and an incredible giver of the nickname. Okay, now that that’s out of the way, onto the actual letter.
I debated back ‘n’ forth on prose, free verse, spoken word, and traditional poetry to use as a birthday gift for my little big sister (Yes, an oxymoron but we’re weird, trill, and epic like that. Deal with it.). And I thought to myself, “Man…I’m gonna go Kanye and just be like, ‘Forget that old ish, I’m on that new ish.’” And that new ish is open letters. Munira, my little big sister and Souljournalist, I love you. I love you for your creativity, I love you for your honesty, I love you for your heart, and I love you for your kindness.
You are an inspiration, a creator, and one hell of a thinker. You are an artist and you inspire me every day with all that you are and o
Being HumanDear You,
I believe that we were not destined to die,
nor born to. I believe that we were born to
be dropped into the cesspool that is life, and
destined to cause ripples. The ripples, of
course, will eventually fade, but it's what
you do when life is still rippling that makes a
small difference in this world. Because let's
face it: one can only be remembered for so
long. Eventually, we will perish, along with
the ones who tried to keep us alive.
It's not a pessimistic thought, per se. Think
of yourself leaving behind a chain of memories
which will be worn down and forgotten over
time, but kept in pristine condition. The bonds
you created with others will be strong, not
malleable, to the point of closure. I hope you
built your chains strong enough, because only
a few will be left to tend to them when you're
This letter is written from and signed to you
because I finally understand your message.
Cherish your eleven p.m. shots of night,
because some day soon you won't be able
Auditions!So, in the last entry I was talking about :icondon-hill-44: doing a Lets read of 'Gaming is Magic'
He needs two voice actors.
A deep male voice to play Mark - Link
A male British accent to play Aaron - Link
for his Let's Read
You have to be ok with MLP and Markimash lol
If you are interested, contact him!
GratitudeIt's hard to believe
that it's been 6 years
since I joined dA,
and began showing myself to the world,
making new friends,
and staying in touch with the old.
It's been 6 years
of learning and trying new things
while developing my skills
as both a writer and an artist
as well as learning how to better communicate ideas.
In these 6 years
I wasn't always there
when things got tough for others
but there was always someone there
to help pick me up when I was down
#welcomehomephilOkay guys we need you more than ever.
We (:iconlittlephilosaur: and i) want to get #welcomehomephil trending on twitter0 PHIL IS ON HIS PLANE. all you have to do is tweet using the hashtag 'welcomehomephil' AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. spreading the message to any of your followers would also be lovely!
If you do this, i'll be so grateful. I'll do a request, i'll do follow back or whatever, but PLEASE, get #welcomehomephil trending!
thanks guys xx
A Message to My Future SelfA message to my future self.
I write to you myself in the near future, to remind you of the mistakes you made in your life. Remember to avoid buying Half-Life 3, I know it will come out, people say it won't, but I know it will be! If you get a million dollars, buy out our politicians to make them do whatever you want for your benefit. Don't meet, and befriend assholes, remember that stupid girl Emma? God I was naive into being her friend, she was such a bitch. That's one mistake I wish to fix, you better not make another friend like her, or you'll regret it! Are you still doing that story with Robert? Remember to come up with a lot of ideas for whatever you two do. Oh, and you're still rping with Anna? I hope so.
Sincerely, your past self.
In realitySchool freaking sucks as well. The thing to remember is - I know, when you're there it feels like it's never going to end and you'll be there forever and all, but it's only there until you're... what... 20 at the most? and then you walk out of that area of your life and seriously, you'll never look back. The people you hang around with right now will be a blip in your memory. Yeah you'll remember some of your lessons - that's what education is for, but even your grades won't matter massively. This doesn't mean you should slack and skive off or anything, everything you do at school now shows future employees what you're like at working so the better you do, the better you prove you are a learner and the more you show up, the less likely you are to skive off work and that's important.
But these shitty friends won't mean a thing to you very soon, they'll be a part of your past life that is in the back of your mind. You're so close to the end, it's just this final push, these last few year
Cadenky en Problemas 2 Cap. 5~ Natasha lleva a Franky a una sala de conciertos cerca de por ahí ~
Franky: … Este lugar es…
Natasha: Ah… parece que lo recuerdas.
Franky: Cómo no olvidar el lugar donde Cadence se presentó por primera vez…
Natasha: ¿Crees que si traemos a Cadence aquí, tal vez recuerde algo?
Franky: Bueno, ella no sabe que tiene hermanas, asique será un poco difícil que la traigas diciéndole hermana…
Natasha: … ~Le da una cachetada~
Franky: … ¿Qué te pasa?
Natasha: No digas eso que se siente feo… Además lo dice el que se va a casar ¬3¬
Franky: … ¬.¬
~ Kasane Teto – Jitter Doll (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlWfGaOUzEg)~
(LETRA NO ENCONTRADA T.T)
- Lo que acaban de escuchar es el opening (?? No tiene nada que ver con la historia pero se oye chingon –
~ Al día siguiente ~
Petey K: ¿Y cómo piensan en que Cadence rec
-30days- Day 9
Day 9 How you hope your future will be like.
Well, lots of Doctor Who, lots of concerts, lots of cats, and lots of love.
Honestly I don't really like to look too ahead into the future. Because the one day I've been waiting weeks and weeks upon arrives, and I look back and think 'wow I really didn't do anything special while waiting'. So live each day like your last, don't look back unless you're prepared to bring up regrets and burden yourself, and don't look incredibly into the future unless you honestly have nothing to live for tomorrow :3
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