- This topic has 8,799 replies, 64 voices, and was last updated 14 hours, 48 minutes ago by
.
-
Posts
-
- Rank: Eccentric Mentor
- Total Posts: 1223
Oh, I am sorry I didn’t see this sooner! (Tags aren’t working for me ?♂️)
And yes, she did say that! LOL! Ik she is a villainous monster, but it is pretty wise. I was reading the graphic novel when I saw it, so I made it my signature! The context of the matter is Coraline tried running away and the other mother was yelling at her and threw her behind the mirror. But when she let her go she said that she “forgave her” and said “We love the sinner but hate the sin.”
- Rank: Eccentric Mentor
- Total Posts: 1223
wait why?
- Rank: Eccentric Mentor
- Total Posts: 1223
I was doing a pre-read activity… and then they quoted this… What do you guys think of this (@anyone):
“I began to see what people were capable of doing. Anyone who moved through those years without understanding that man produces evil as a bee produces honey, must have been blind or wrong in the head.”
…
@hybridlore thanks!
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
- Rank: Eccentric Mentor
- Total Posts: 1223
WWAIT! SINCE WHEN WAS IT UR B-DAY! you like 90 years old now, right?! (kidding)
Idc if this is late, ALLES GUTE ZUM GEBURTSTAG!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope it was filled with wondrous magic and creatures from another world! (And I DO care)
(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
here is a b-day gift!
▬▬ι═══════ﺤ
A sword!
@the_lost-journal lol nope just 18
thanks for the sword!
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
- Rank: Eccentric Mentor
- Total Posts: 1223
Oh, K!
also you are very welcome! And if you give it to a charrie, be carful whom you pick!
@the_lost-journal I shall pick someone whom I trust lol
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
- Rank: Eccentric Mentor
- Total Posts: 1223
ugh, I am so bored.
@the_lost-journal
ugh, I am so bored.
Same. I should probably do Latin, but then I’ll be more bored.
?For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale!?
@godlyfantasy12 @koshka @elishavet-pidyon @grcr @ellette-giselle @savannah_grace2009 @keilah-h @trailblazer @hybridlore @rae @anyone-else-idk-lol
Possible (probable) scene for Book #2 of my fantasy series idea?
let me know what y’all think?
The Mercenary camp seemed naught much fond of having guests.
Couldn’t they at the very least be welcoming?
And Muerynh was not even regarded as the land with the most unwelcoming of individuals.
They shared too many glances, exchanged too many whispers, and stared at him and the others far too long and far too often.
His stomach twisted just at the thought of what could await.
Muerynh had a reputation many feared, a desert filled with nomads, violent tribes, mercenaries, and vicious slave traders bent on obtaining only that which they desired.
“Here, please accept this bit of sustenance.”
Michael glanced at the slightly dark-skinned woman that offered him a clay bowl, her curly dark hair falling loose from the tied turban about her head.
But how could he trust that the food she offered was not poison?
Jaelryn took the bowl offered with a nod. “I gratefully accept…?”
The woman smiled faintly, resting a hand on her—suddenly Michael noticed—rounded stomach. “Shira.”
“Thank you, Shira.”
As the woman turned away, Michael winced at the feel of Jaelryn’s elbow shoving against his ribcage. “If they wished to kill us, they would have done so by now. It is not poisoned.”
“How can you know that for certain?”
“You only do not wish to eat it because it is not luxury. Is the spoiled prince still not yet accustomed to the kind of sustenance we must eat whilst on a long journey?”
His cheeks flamed.
He was NOT spoiled.
“You shouldn’t speak—”
“Hush. Who is that?”
“You expect me to know?” Michael retorted, but he followed Jaelryn’s gaze.
An older, white-haired woman with wrinkles on her face and slightly crooked hands stepped out of one of the simple tents, instantly gaining the attention of the others around.
But the man they had first met seemed to be in charge.
Was the old woman the true leader?
The woman, Shira, rushed up to the woman, planting a kiss on her cheek. “Mama.”
The woman smiled faintly, rested a hand on Shira’s arm, and glanced Michael’s way.
She slowly lifted one of her tan hands.
“Stand up.” Amado ordered, standing in place just behind Rayne and Zayne.
Jaelryn stood, and Michael followed suit, glancing around to ensure Jared, Rayne, Zayne, and Acheron had done the same.
The woman walked around slowly, looking at them, peering into maybe even their own souls, before motioning for them to sit back down.
But she paused before Acheron, the last she went up to, and frowned.
“You look familiar, my child.” She mused, her wrinkled face peering curiously at him.
“I-I have never seen you a day in my life until now.”
“Mama,” Shira whispered, resting a hand on the older woman’s arm.
Amado raised his dark brows. “What is it, Mama Juanitta? Have you seen this man before?”
“He is a Lord in Rígsteal. She is bound to have heard of him—”
“No, no,” Mama Juanitta frowned, tugging away from Shira’s grip and seemingly ignoring Shira’s words, “I have seen one that looks like you before. Another young man, I think. My dear,” she rested her hands on Acheron’s arm, gripping his dark sleeve, “I have seen you in this life once before.”
“I have never seen you before now!” Acheron retorted, yanking himself away from her grip, turning around. His boots scrambled beneath him, and he toppled, landing face-first onto the unforgiving sand.
A laugh rumbled out of Jaelryn’s lips, and Michael felt his own lips twist into a small smirk.
Jared cracked a small smile, and Rayne and Zayne merely stared after Acheron, but Zayne’s puckered lips spoke of the fact that he was holding back the laugh or else smile he wished to show.
Acheron slowly stood back up, mumbled a low curse beneath his breath, and turned around only to find the many gazes that were cast upon him.
His tan cheeks flushed.
Jaelryn drew her knees close to her chest, tsked, and grinned up at him. “Quite the performance there, Lord Graceless.”
Acheron scowled, arms stiff at his side, hair, face, and dark clothing flecked with sand.
Footsteps sounded, and Michael turned his head.
The man in charge—Alden—stepped out of his tent, Diarmuid at his heels.
All gazes upon him, Alden’s blue eyes scanned the large group around him.
What had the man done?
What did he have planned?
Would he bring death to them?
Would their journey have been all for vain?
“…I will accompany them on their journey.”
"…but we are safe, truly and wonderfully safe, when we keep walking with Him.”
OOO!!! I like it!!
I’m very interested!!!
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
@freed_and_redeemed oooh! I like it so far! If you write any more please post it.
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
- Rank: Eccentric Mentor
- Total Posts: 1223
Funny enough esteemed feathered one, but the reason why I made potato news was cause I was bored XD
- You must be logged in to reply to this topic.