DepressionI close my eyes. The maze spreads out before me, a mindscape crafted overtime. The floor is gray stone, polished to a dull gleam. The walls are a pure white and hard to look at. They flicker occasionally with the myriad of emotions that I’ve trapped deeper in the maze, walled up within the dead ends where I don’t have to peer directly at them. So long as I keep to the sharp corners and easy turns of simple emotions, the darker pains and angers will remain hidden. It doesn’t matter that I now want to ferret them out. That’s the nature of the maze I crafted, over the years. The emotion can’t find its way out, and I can never seem to find my way inDepression by dragon8writer
With my eyes still closed, though, my options lay out before me. Various pathways, each framed by a stone arch. Some of them bear labels, simple pictures carved into the curved stone. The Pill path is closed off: I haven’t done the Quest to Renew a Prescription, and without it the toll booth has c
Abby - Ragged Pages Part 3 TG
The Ragged Pages of the First Book (cont.)
Young Abby spread her hands across the bed to better illustrate her story. She felt herself carried along by her ideas, no matter how silly they sounded as she thought them. Heeding her father's words, she just rushed headlong into her tale and scene after scene with all gusto.
Dangers mounted against her characters. But they were resourceful. Stunning reveals, at least so far as Abby's young mind imagined them, played out. For his part, Demetrius gave an earnest impression of surprise at every twist and turn.
Abby's face, full of the energy of her story, very nearly seemed to glow.
Abby lingered a moment with concern for Alexis but Abigail tugged her away as the buzzing started to swell again. Whispering a quiet hope for Alexis, Abby ran the other direction with Abigail dragging her along.
Amidst the buzzing rose countless puffs of steam like snorting, angry bulls ready to charge. Abigail led Abby in a crisscross pattern thro
Abby - Ragged Pages Part 2 TG
The Ragged Pages of the First Book (cont.)
The pause in Demetrius's reading alarmed young Abby. She scooted up in the bed and breathlessly asked, "What happens next?"
With a calm smile, Demetrius bent forward and asked, "What do you think happens next?"
Abby curled her lips in. She didn't expect her dad to ask her. That wasn't how stories went. They were told and listened to. She wanted to protest but she had a feeling her dad had a good reason to ask.
Focusing with what she could summon from her mind, Abby mulled, "Well with all that has happened so far "
Demetrius interrupted, "Don't worry about that. Tell the story your way. What happens next?"
Abby's mind boggled but she also felt a strange sort of thrill at the idea. With a rising smile on her lips, Abby said, "Well here is how it would go "
It wasn't the first time someone had seen Abby as an "only hope". The phrase always worried her. But, of course, she was always willing to help, no matter h
Girly Farts TGGirly Farts
For once, Terica's garage wasn't on fire when I came over to visit. Pink smoke was belching through a crack in one of the windows though. I knocked on the metal door and waited.
After some mild cursing and coughing from within, the door slid up. Terica had on her regular lab coat with the words above the pocket protector, "Doctor Terica Snorf Mad Scientist". Her long, frizzy brunette hair gave off a puff of smoke just behind her ear. She patted it out with her blue-gloved hands and mentioned, "Some things are a bit more flammable than they say..."
I nodded and said, "I've noticed. Need anything? Where are your goggles?" Terica always wore her goggles in her laboratory garage and sometimes even out and about. I noticed a small bruise on her forehead.
She answered, "They melted. I could've used a little more dihydrogen monoxide earlier. But it's under control now."
A bright "FOOM"ing wall of fire erupted from behind Terica. I backed away but she assured me, "It'
The Crystal Tower TGThe Crystal Tower
I had long sought the greatest honor in the land of Garsurka. To quest for the Crystal Tower which twinkles far in the west like a land-bound star and return with the glories which surely dwelt within it.
Many men set out for the spire. None had returned.
But, I, Sir Ardwel Carrewen, intended to be the first.
Some told tales of strong women who had been more fortunate in their journeys to the tower. Whether this meant that special, mystical protection existed for female adventures, no one could tell. These women kept what they had encountered a closely-guarded secret. But their sword skills upon returning were unmatched even by the greatest of men.
I had acquired much glory on the field of battle in defense of my kingdom against rogue armies from the east. The House of Carrewen held many lands. But the light of the Crystal Tower always lingered on our horizon, like a jewel forever out of reach.
I had long made known my intent to my fellow noblemen. I long liste
Dragon B-day TGDragon B-day TG by NevermoreFox
3:00 PM Sunday
Lance Nightingale smiled as he fixed his hat that hid his eyes, the hat completed his disguise which resembled the uniform of a delivery man . He sighed, put on a smile ,and promptly walked from the sidewalk to the front door . Once at the front door he did a quick check of his cloths over one last time before ringing the door bell.
"Huh?" Dragon said in surprise and stopped typing "Who could that be?"He said and reluctantly got up and made his way to the front door. Once he reached his door he cracked it open to see who was outside. He saw a man who looked like he was wearing a delivery man's uniform holding a 1ft by 1ft box "yes?" He said as he opened the door all the way.
Lance set down the box and pulled a clip board to in front of himself"Oh yes , hrm lets see... you are the one who goes by 'Dragon' right?" lance asked coldly while looking at his clip board .
"uh... yes, yes I am"Dragon responded
"alrighty , please sign
Sharing a VoiceSharing a VoiceSharing a Voice by majorkerina
I became a mute when I was a little girl. I had my first bath at the local bathhouse. The water was so much warmer than I was used to at home. I felt shaky. I slipped.
I woke up in the hospital. I couldnt even moan out. I panted and cried as my parents held me. The doctors tried every single treatment possible. I only managed to moan out loud once. I felt so scared.
But they helped me at the hospital. They taught me how to speak with my hands and body. It didnt feel the same but, as the years passed, I got pretty good at it.
I grew up. I grew in many places and the boys noticed. It wasnt pleasant.
Many figured that, since I was mute, it meant I wouldnt protest when they looked me over or made comments. My hearing was excellent though and I found a few choice hand gestures which showed my feelings clearly.
The others treated me like a doll or a statue. They separated themselves from me. All except for one boy.
He always talked. A lot. A&
Flowing WaterFlowing WaterFlowing Water by majorkerina
I first found the lake by accident. It was spring. Id just bought a new hiking outfit and had been hiking in the hills near town for several hours. I was just about to start back for home when I saw a clearing. The grass was tall and the trees were close. I sat down beside a still, deep lake and filled my water canteen.
Then, I bent over the water and splashed my face a little. I was surprised by how warm it felt on my skin. I dried my face with a rough rag in my pocket. As it rubbed my face, the roughness slowly changed to smoothness.
I shouldve felt the rag brushing against my three-day growth of facial hair. I held it and looked at it. It wasnt my rough rag anymore. It shined off the afternoon sun with bright sparkles. It looked like satin.
Turning it around in my hands revealed that my hands had changed as well. My first reaction was to jerk and shake, to cast off these strange hands like a pair of gloves. They remained there with their long, pearl-l
Hi! I'm dragon - i'm afraid i'm still learning to draw, as you can tell. But in the mean time, i've got plenty of scripts and stories for everyone!|
Oh, and watch out for Katie if you don't want to lose your male parts while you're here - she's bored, and you make easy prey.
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