My library would be magical. Not like real magic, but it would feel that way. First of all when you walked in the first thing you would notice would be the smell. Old books and flowers. Not rotting old books, but the nice old book smell. If you read, you probably know what I mean. There would be an entryway, with coat hangers and a cork board full of poster and flyers for art shows, lost pets, cooking classes and more. The door would be big and wooden with big handles. There would always be a nice old lady at the front desk, sipping tea and reading romance novels. The kids section would have bean bags, lots of picture book and special events. The teen section would have big squishy chairs and all the newest books. Plants would be everywhere and so would families. The adult section would be upstairs and not as nice as the kids. When you left, you would always have an armfull of books. You would always long to go back, and dive into the books once more.
My friend and I each maintain our own separate worlds, building and destroying daily. By far my favorite thing I've added to my world is a type of livestock called a suncrab. Oh, the suncrab. We love suncrabs. Suncrabs are little four-legged loveballs. Their shell is tall and shaped like a clove of garlic, with a third eye at the tip and then topped by a regal-looking spike. Their legs are the most valuable part of their body. They're incredibly muscular, and suncrabs can jump very high. Since they're top-heavy, they flip upside down when they jump, and the spike drives them into the ground, leaving their legs sticking up to the sky. Not only are their legs muscular, but they also have immense amounts of webbing on them. By twisting in a certain way, they can open all of the webbing facing the sun. A suncrab's underbelly is green, and they can photosynthesize. Their shell is filled with mostly just useless muscle.
Welcome to Memoria. My name is Venorium the Great Creator, and I’ll be your planetary guide today. I’ve got a meeting with Asmodeus soon, so I’ll try to keep this quick. Let’s start off with basic geography, shall we? Here’s a map.
If you look towards the center of the map, the first thing you notice are those two massive continents right next to each other. Those are Septaformis and Stelaformis. Septaformis is the southern one, and Stelaformis is the northern one. Right between the two are the Formissaen Islands. We’ll get into politics later, but for now, all you need to know is that Stelaformis is a whole bunch of city-states and Septaformis is a massive country divided into seven smaller ones. Stelaformis is pretty chaotic, and Septaformis is immensely corrupt. That’s all you need to know for now.
I stood at my bed, shoving my items into the tiny bag, laid out on the sheets. Calla stood at the doorway, tears silently falling down her face. She didn’t want me to know, but she was crying. “Can’t you stay?” Her voice wavered with every word. “You know they’ll take me away if I do,” I told her, closing the bag. “Maybe Papi can convince them to let you stay here -” “That won’t happen.”
Respect is something that must be earned. Something that you cant just have or deserve. When you want respect its not about authority, its about who you are as a person and what you do to earn it. Its about how you act. Its not if your popular, its not if your king or queen. You cant automatically have respect .
Emotion can be deadly. It will taint your blood, suffocate your lungs, infiltrate your eyes so all you can see is color. Emotion is so overwhelmingly there, you can’t help but notice it. It’s all you can think about. The vividness of it will creep in the corners of your eyes, forcing you to try to find the source of it all. What do you do with these feelings? Suppress them? No, because you know they won’t go away. They’ll just tease you, make you long for them to spill into the open where everyone can see and understand. Forcing them deep into the pits of your stomach will just weigh you down.
There is so much wrong. 18 year olds are going out, buying guns, and shooting up elementary schools. Elementary schools. That means 5,6,7,8,9,10 year olds dying. For no reason at all. Children who could've had a wonderful life, filled with joy and laughter. So many things to enjoy. Instead, they are dead. No chance at life, to experience the joys and sorrows, the things that other children will get to do. And what scares me the most is that the Supreme Court is not doing anything about this. That means that this could continue to happen. And that is scary. But what scares me the most is that if our government cant or won't do anything about this, then what about the other issues, like climate change? The children, including me, in this world are the ones who have to have a future in a warming climate, the girls have to fear for their rights, and now the violence is getting worse. So many shootings. So much death, so much hate.
I'm sorry, but what exactly do you get out of this again? More overpopulation? You’re pro life but have you done anything about The starving people in this world? Have you even considered, the children that commit suicide Every year because they don’t want to be in foster care Anymore? So tell me again, what is this to you? Because what do you think you’re going to get out of controlling The bodies that don’t belong to you? Why is it that you get to decide the fate of millions of people? Sorry if it seems like I’m attacking but I’m scared and upset right now And I really don’t understand How come guns have more rights than a person who can Create life? How come guns have more rights than me? How come the one that takes away Has more freedom than the one who gives? And what happens to the ones who are born Homeless, hungry, poor, unwanted
This is a low point of sorts. Here I am, sitting on the couch in a hoodie with a blanket draped over me. I got my vaccine booster yesterday, and I feel like crap. Movement takes too much effort. I can barely keep my eyes open. My head hurts, too. Last night I thought it hurt because I landed funny doing high jump at track practice. But nope, it's just the booster. I wanted to go practice at the track some more, but there's no way that'll be happening in my current state. I completed a walk/run but all I wanted to do was turn around. I forgot that I had my chest binder on, so I had trouble breathing after I ran. I ate a complete breakfast, but I'm still hungry. I don't think anyone is going to read a whole paragraph of a kid complaining, but thank you to the moderators for letting me write all this.
You gather your stuff, You cry in your heart, You seat yourself, Another tick on the chart,
A whirlpool of feelings, A tsunami of depression, A flood of anger, A tornado of confession,
The misery bottled up inside you, begging to bounce out, yet you refuse to convey your thronged emotions, but you subconsciously know that you are permitting your feelings to take the best of you. You don’t roister it, but you’re reluctant to let go and you wonder, why? The answer subtly approaches you as you turn to the mirror. You lack conviction, pondering in your head, ‘What if it’s true?’
Thank you, to the ones sacrificing their lives on the front lines. To the people working endless hours in hospitals during such wicked times. Thank you, mom and dad, for being my greatest supporters in all of my sport events. To my coaches that have taught me the importance and value of the sport that I love. Thank you to my sisters who always have my back: always in my corner when I need them. Thank you, Gram, for teaching me to take things slowly and appreciate what is in the moment. Thank you, teachers, for guiding me through school: teaching me about what happens in this great world. Thank you, mother nature, for providing clean air for me to breathe in, and endless beauty to admire. Thank you, friends, for always finding a way to make me laugh and reminding me to have fun.
If I could go anywhere in the world right now, I would choose the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. There seems something so calming about the dense shrubbery, along with deep lakes in the middle of gigantic mountains. Life can never actually stop, but I feel like it would slow down if I were able to be there hiking and spending time with nature. My ideal day would be spent hiking to a small cabin in the middle of the woods where there is no cell service and no electricity. I can imagine myself surrounded by all of my friends huddled around a fire while the sound of animals bustling around us and a slight drizzle of rain falls over our heads. I don’t need anything extravagant, just a simple week in the woods where the only worry is when I’ll get to stop and eat my granola bar, and when the next watering hole is. I find peace in the colors of nature and the sound of everything and simultaneously nothing while in the woods.
I'm sitting at this wobbly, white, fake-wood table in the library trying to finish my homework, but my mind just isn't in it. Not only is the wobbling getting on my nerves, but when I drank some water earlier, I spilled a few drops next to my computer. Don't freak out, the computer's fine, but for some reason watching the perimeter of the little puddle of water slowly shrink as it dries is way more interesting than finishing my science.
There's a piece of fuzz in the puddle that is so tiny, but somehow makes this dramatic tent pole effect. Also, since I started writing this, the puddle has shrunk like half the size.
I met him and we matched. We talked and it made sense. When we explored I felt at home. He was my home and I think I was his. We climbed trees, we sat on his roof, we wandered in his orchard, we talked about future plans. College, Baltimore, bakeries, sheep farms in Ireland. I told him what I’d never told anyone. I told him what I’d never told myself. He introduced me to ‘40s music. Fly me to the moon / Let me play among the stars / Let me see what spring is like on / A-Jupiter and Mars. Once upon a time, for a brief spring and summer, we would’ve gone to the moon together. It was us against the world. It would always be just us against the world. Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore. We were close and my heart sang. But then we were far, and my heart sunk. When he drifted. When he stopped responding, when he only called me when he was drunk, when he never wanted to see me in person. So, eventually the song had to end. We still match.
At this point, I don’t even know why I still care Why do I care when you don’t even the least bit? Why do I still care when you don’t care about me Was what we had nothing? I guess it was It wasn’t for me though I ask myself What does she have that I don’t? Maybe everything Maybe nothing It seems like she has everything And I’m just the pesky fly flying around your head that won’t go away Yup that’s me the buzzing fly You don’t even swat Instead, I just keep flying Hoping you’ll notice me but you too caught up in your own stuff that I’m nothing Like I wasn’t ever anything Nothing Was that all I was? Nothing? Was I just someone to swat at but not really care Because nobody cares about the fly Because you can’t catch it Can’t catch me Won’t catch me I guess that's all I was The tiny fly flying around your head
Sometimes, people can be jerks. As I mind my own buisness, there always has to be that one kid who walks up to me and insults me in hopes of getting my attention. Unfortunately for him, I don't really pay attention. But just because I dont respond, it aggrivates them, making them do it even more frequently. I have countless experiences with these kids, who just don't know when to stop. Bullying, using foul langauge, making fun of others, etc. These are all common traits in all these kids. But I also thank them for one reason. They taught me the power of stupid people, and the power of words. They taught me how to ignore, and how to stand up for myself. Its experiences like these that help you cope and adapt to the corrupt age of today. So If you even encounter idiots like I do, don't overreact, and don't freak out. Be calm, and let them dig their own grave.
Hey I just joined and I dont have a clue what to write. If you have any ideas could you tell me. If you have anything I could draw like idea's of things to draw or somthing. I hpoe people actually see this post if not I will have no idea what to write about. I hope nobody from my school or anybody I know see this I dont want any body to see this because I suck at writing.