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Once the horse was out of the way, Random looked around for something to eat. Since he didn’t get to eat anything under the tree and all he could think about now was food, he went searching for something that would hit the spot.
Random looked all over the store but didn’t see anything that looked really good to him. He then thought way too much about all the options and felt like he was making a once in a lifetime decision when it was a millionth in a lifetime decision and he wouldn’t even remember what he decided a day from now.
Random finally gave up overthinking what he wanted to eat and picked the next thing he saw. He opened the package and started to eat. As he was eating, he didn’t feel like he made the right decision and instantly regretted what he had picked.
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Random yelped from the pain. He quickly rubbed his skin where the bubble had touched it. That felt a little better but before Random could do anything else another bubble popped on his other arm and then another bubble popped on top of his head. Random started to scream more from the frustration of getting hit by burning bubbles than the pain they inflicted. Random didn’t enjoy this activity at all so he ran under some trees for cover.
Once Random saw he was safe from the burning bubbles, he looked around at his new surroundings. He found there was a gorgeous spread of food elegantly displayed. Random wondered who the food was for. He looked around and didn’t see anyone, so he decided to make himself a plate and eat some food.
The second Random touched the first piece of food he was transported to the middle of a grocery store. There he saw a cartoon bear eating honey out of a large jar and some bats playing chess. Before Random could react, a horse nudged him in the back and told him to get out of the way. Random stepped aside to allow the horse to move past him.
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Once outside Random was pleased to find it had stopped raining. There also wasn’t any indication there would be lightning strikes anywhere nearby. Random breathed a sigh of relief but was startled to see bubbles floating down from the sky. It appeared the sky was raining bubbles now. They didn’t look scary or harmful in anyway, but the sight of seeing them was so different, they gave Random a start. After watching them for a few seconds Random felt calmer. Then one of the bubbles touched Random’s skin and slightly burned him when it popped on his exposed flesh.
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ariel-seagull-wings · 4 days ago
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Random was a little freaked out that he almost got electrocuted so he went inside to get away from all the lightning. Once inside Random cursed himself because he forgot his facemask in the car. He didn’t want to go back outside in the rain and lightning to get it, so he pulled his shirt up over his nose. This worked for a hot second until a salamander dropped on his head. Random let go of his shirt to swat the salamander away and when he did that a bucket of water was thrown in his face.
Random whisked the water from his eyes to see a group of treefrogs glaring at him. Random didn’t know what to make of the situation and he didn’t like how everyone was looking at him, so he went back outside to brave the elements.
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desroundtree · 5 days ago
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I thought it was funny that people use this as a stream of consciousnesses platform. I never thought to utilize this space that way, but maybe that’s exactly what I need.
No titles. No direction. Just writing what I feel to write when I feel to write it. Maybe that will heal some of what I’m feeling, maybe that will bring me to a place of some kind of understanding. Right now, there isn’t much.
I’m not understanding and I’m not being understood and that’s a dangerous combination in my opinion. Tripled with the idea that no one really cares anyway makes it feel extremely destructive in my mind and in my heart.
Unfortunately what comes of that is a physical reaction, so it’s not only emotional and mental for someone with chronic illness but more of a life spent avoiding triggers. I know I haven’t figured out all of my triggers yet but I do know that stress and anger don’t help me at all. But what I feel lately is balled up in just those things.
I am stressed so I get angry that someone or something stressed me out so I’m stressed and angry about being stressed and angry that someone or something did that.
Lately I get mad at myself because I feel like I have allowed that to happen. I feel like my loss of control is something that reflects poorly on me, not on the person doing it to me. It feels like I should know better. I shouldn’t care and I shouldn’t let it effect me. So when it does it feels like a failure on my part.
So I’ve tried to stop the outside triggers, tried to shut out what I believe is harmful but it turns out those harmful things and people are closer to me than I thought.
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Random didn’t want to be bothered anymore by trying to figure out if he could influence events in his life by his thoughts. It seemed like a lot of experimenting was needed and the results could possibly never be truly verified, so Random decided to move on and do something else with his time.
Random saw the ant crawling on the sidewalk and he thought it would be a good idea to get some food, so Random walked over to the fountain and threw a few pennies in. He made a wish and knew it would never come true so wondered why he just threw money away like that. Since it was only a few cents he didn’t really care all that much. Random saw the leaves blowing in the wind. It was strange because the leaves were attached to the hat of the man writing the e-mail to his friends.
This was all fine and dandy but Random really wanted to do something exciting. He looked all around and didn’t see anything of interest, so he decided to fly a kite. That was okay and sort of fun until it got struck by lightning. Luckily Random let go of the string before he could get electrocuted.
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labella420 · 6 days ago
I have an idea for a fic, but I'm not sure how to go about it. I don't have any confidence in my writing since I haven't written anything in over a decade. Any advice?
Hi Anon! My advice to you is... just write! Write what you want to read, write how you want the story to unfold! The more you write, the more confidence you will have. But just write, we all had to start somewhere! I hope I get to read some of your fics in the future!
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Random wanted to test out his theory so he thought about good positive things. He really concentrated on positive feelings and tried to feel as much of the positive energy flow through him as possible.
He then went about his day expecting miracles to manifest countless times in front of him. The first thing he saw was a giant hippo eating ice cream. Random didn’t know what to make of that so he didn’t count that as anything and moved on.
The next things Random saw was a college student writing a paper on a laptop. Random didn’t know what to make of that either so he moved on again.
Then Random saw a beautiful landscape in the best possible weather. He knew this was a good thing from his positive thoughts. Then it suddenly started to rain. Random got soaked within seconds. He didn’t think this was a result of his positive thoughts but since he was only thinking positive thoughts why would the weather change so drastically and quickly like that? Did having positive or negative thoughts have any influence over anything other than your own mood?
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April Prompts 2021
#imperialapril
Fools and false gold
Dream-cicle
Ultralight beams
Plants and plans both dying
Slip
Spring's raspy voice
Opening day
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Random felt pretty good with everything that was going on. He hoped things would continue to go well and he would feel happy. He knew that life wasn’t like that and it was inevitable that things would go downhill at some point. Random wondered how much he influenced things going bad from him having expectations that they would. If he didn’t ever expect anything to go wrong, when things did go wrong would they be less severe than if he was expecting something to go wrong? Did he have the power to make things worse by focusing on negative things? At the same time did he have the power to make things better by focusing on positive things?
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As Random picked himself up off the ground and rubbed his face where it slammed into the ground, he wondered if karma was actually a thing and it just let him know of its existence. Random didn’t think so but at the same time he didn’t want to completely ignore it in case it was real. He decided he would try to give more of a fuck about other peoples’ feelings, but he would also be sure to make sure he didn’t get walked all over in the process.
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Random didn’t know what to say. He slowly started to remember who he was talking to but wasn’t certain. He just wanted to hang up but couldn’t bring himself to it. He wondered why he couldn’t just hang up without saying a word. It wasn’t like he was going to see this person or talk to them ever again. For some reason he felt like he couldn’t, and he didn’t like how powerless he felt. The person on the other end of the phone started to go off on Random and that snapped him out of his paralysis. He suddenly didn’t get a fuck about this person or what they were saying to him. He hung up the call and felt great to be done with it.
Random strode off feeling good for overcoming his fear of how someone he would never talk to again, felt about him. Then he tripped over a stone and fell face first into the hard ground.
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With the lion knocked out and no other immediate dangers present Random slowed his sprint down to a light jog. It felt pretty good to jog off all the adrenaline that was surging through his body. Now Random didn’t know what to do with himself, so he picked up his phone and started to scroll through his contacts. He found someone he had no recollection as to who they are so he figured it would be fun to give them a call. He dialed the number and within a few seconds a disgruntled voice answered. Random said hi and the voice asked what he wanted. Random didn’t know what to say, so he said he was just calling to say hi. The voice didn’t understand since he ghosted her after their second date three months ago, so why was he calling her now? Was he drunk and alone scrolling through his phone looking to hookup with anyone who would respond?
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Just as the lion was a few seconds away from coming in contact with Random, Random suddenly didn’t want to get eaten. He wanted very much to live a long and happy life. With this sudden desire not to be eaten, Random turned on his heels and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Of course, his speed was no match for that of a full-grown lion, but the lion wasn’t prepared for Random to suddenly move at the last second and it didn’t have enough time to adjust its speed, so it ran right past him. As it did the lion turned its head and twisted its body to turn around for another go. Unfortunately, for the lion when it turned its head, it didn’t see the tree it was headed straight for. Before the lion could initiate the full turn, it slammed into the tree knocking itself out cold.
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Random was paralyzed. He just stood there watching this enormous cat charge at him. He very much wanted to get out of the way, but he just couldn’t move a muscle. He then felt a kind of peace. He knew he was going to die, and he was okay with that since he also knew he was going to evolve to the next realm, and he was getting more and more excited about that as the lion got closer and closer.
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PSA to authors of fiction, especially fantasy:
It’s okay to be wrong.
Unless you’re explicitly writing historical fiction or nonfiction, you can include something historical that isn’t accurate.
You might want to warn readers about how little or much research you did, & if you know something is inaccurate or can’t say for sure it isn’t—
But it’s okay to be wrong.
You want to write a character who was born in BCE, in Ancient Rome?
Go for it!
You don’t have to spend 100+ hours researching Ancient Rome & all the things that happened inbetween
If it’s fantasy or altered reality, who cares?
If it’s at least somewhat believeable, & it’s enjoyable, your readers will not care.
I’ve read books set in the past that used a tool that wasn’t invented yet.
And I loved it.
You don’t have to be accurate; you do need to be consistent & enjoyable.
& it’s okay to take a hundred drafts to get that story out of your head,
& a hundred more to make it consistent & enjoyable!
Embrace the process.
Have fun. Your readers will come along for the ride.
You can’t please everyone anyway,
so why not cater to the fun & imaginative instead of worrying about the history nerds who know you got something wrong? (/lighthearted)
No story is perfect.
Make the story your story, & make it fun & consistent.
You will find readers who appreciate you & your stories. That comes later.
You can’t publish that fun story with the 300 year old guy if you spend too many hours researching history they experienced & learning every single language they speak.
So write.
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pencintasenidoang-blog · 23 days ago
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My love, we both know, and understand. In our love journey, many have gotten in the way and are full of sharp thorns. Then after all, if we live hard and happy together, stay together. But of course with the permission of the Almighty.
- Epay Yankovic™
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Random felt around in the dark until he found a light switch and flipped it on. When the lights came on, he saw he was in the middle of a grass field. The grass was about waist high and moved back and forth like it was being blown by the wind, but there wasn’t any wind. Random picked up a flat rock and skipped it across the surface of the grass. He was pleased to see it skip about a dozen times before dropping down into the grass. Random knew almost the second he threw the rock that it probably wasn’t a very good idea to throw a rock into waist high grass that could be hiding just about anything or nothing at all.
Of course, in this particular instance the rock did come in contact with a snoozing lion, who wasn’t happy about getting a rock thrown at its head. It promptly stood up and fixed its eyes on Random. Random stood very still thinking that if he moved, it would attract the attention of the lion who was looking at him like it wanted to kill him. The standing still thing didn’t do any good. The lion charged at Random.
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