Liberty

@koshka

Rory

Rory was silent as the two moved down the hall. Leo’s words had a strange draw to them, and he felt as though they were pulling at his very being. For some reason, freedom made him think of the building… church… and the picture in the glass. Peace and freedom. Two things he had never experienced––

Until now.

He hadn’t tas…[Read more]

*blink*

That was weird.

Flipping through the pages of this RP feeling rather like a spy as I try to hunt down my errant water sprite.

Not sure where he is rn.

Flipping through the pages of this RP feeling rather like a spy as I try to hunt down my errant water sprite. As if I don’t have an essay to write, ect.

Not sure where he is rn. Not sure where I left him.

K I’m gonna dump some quotes in here…

“Have you ever wondered what would happen if I vacuumed your hair?” -my brother

“I have sunshine in my soul today.” -a coworker

“We should see that the more we set ourselves to control another person, the less intimate we can be with them, for intimacy is found in vulnerability and surrender, not in…[Read more]

@loopylin

Aww Chase, you’re the best disney princess ever.

I have that meme you made a while back saved on the family computer.

Chase

Blue sprang into Chase’s eyes. “F-fawns fr-friends. I-I puh-tect lit-tle o-ones.”

@ellette-giselle

Leo

Hmm. True freedom.

Leo waited for Rory to catch up, mind whirring. He took a breath to answer, then paused, looking for the right words. Slowly, carefully, he tried to explain.

“There are different kinds of Freedom. The political kind usually means liberty to pursue your own dreams and live your life, even make your own…[Read more]

@koshka

Yes, he would.

Rory

Rory stared at Leo for a long moment, letting the older boy’s words play over in his mind. Leo turned to start down the hall, and Rory forced himself to keep up. “Leo…” he hesitated. “Leo, what is free? I know what my government says free is, but I think free means something different to everyone. At least, that’s…[Read more]

@ellette-giselle

Poor kid. He’d probably think sidewalk chalk was a crime

Leo

“Agents?” Leo looked up from the tile. Rory was watching him with large, confused eyes.

“Eh, no. Not what you call Agents. There were–are–plenty of special ops soldiers in the army, but they weren’t murderers and kidnappers like your Agents. They were just…[Read more]

@loopylin

Ok. I sympathize.

I do not have a stutter, but I get seriously caught on words and/or forget the word I was about to say right as it’s ready to leave my mouth. Then I’m awkwardly staring at the person I was talking to while doing mental gymnastics. Or I just repeat scrambled phrases until the right one comes out. It’s gotten worse the…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

Awesome sauce. Please do tell me how it works for you. I’ll take any info about these questions at this point. 🙂

(Completely understand. I’m ok with tech, but one moment of brilliant logic will be balanced with blankly staring at the screen wondering how a string of 1’s and 0’s could make something so confusing.)

@linus-smallprint

okay, that sounds good.

@koshka

Rory

Rory didn’t say anything. It was too confusing. It didn’t make sense to him… but perhaps Leo’s world was different? If that was possible.

Rory let out a slow breath. “Leo, do you have Agents where you’re from?”

@ellette-giselle

*Leo nods in concern*

*Silvia appears and gives you a hug* “Welcome to the team! You’re… Salamander.”

*Leo rolls his eyes*

Leo

“Desecrated government property? My neighborhood wasn’t a… high class place. I don’t even know how we got sidewalks. Probably one of those ‘city improvement’ plans where they make nonsense jobs…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

that’s disturbing.
do you think you’ll find out what happened?

@theducktator

I’m gonna be the parent whose kids can’t date until they graduate high school. At that point they’re 18 and free to roam the world anyway, but I think there’s something special about being able to focus the teenage years on building relationships with God, friends, and family, and being able to grow as a person and begin…[Read more]

The first story I remember writing…

Well, a long time ago… I mostly just started a bunch of random stories with phrases like “There once was a little girl who was very, very, ugly” or “Charlotte was a cat who didn’t like mice” (I liked the name Charlotte for no explainable reason) and then left them at a few sentences long and forgot about…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

WHAT HAPPENED?

You can’t say that and just leave!!!

My first written stories were about the tales I used to tell my little brother about a land called Nutmag (not Nutmeg, NutMAG huge difference, I know). It had talking animals and no humans. I even had a theme song for it that I’d sing before telling Ezra a story. I wrote at least three short stories only about two to three pages long. I still have…[Read more]

@theducktator

If I remember correctly, John Adams fell down George’s chimney and landed in a boiling pot of oatmeal.

Oh my word, I was laughing out loud when I read this! And this:

but one of them had started a rebellion which had to be put down, and he was sentenced to have his hair dyed with glitter and wash all the palace dishes “except the kni…

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