Writing Prompt

The fresh faced students stare blankly at the thickly bound copies that I pass back to each row.

“If you damage the Codex, you will owe me a new copy. I have a typewriter in my office, and you can type all 600 pages, print them, and bind them. Alright?”

The thing about being a professor is you are the only one in the room that gets old. Every year they stay the same. Rarely do squires come back...

(This is a repost because writers block is a bitch. Idk the original name tho lol)

We are a stigma

We are

Judged and discriminated

For our behavior

But could we care less?

Hell no!

Singularity

We act totally different

That's why we are a duo

We our ourselves, together.

Apart we don't act the same

Not at all

Euphoria

A wonderful feeling

They light up when im there

And vice versa when she enters...

(This is a repost to save my streak lol)

It is a stigma

What we are

Judged and discriminated

For our behavior

But could we care less?

Hell no!

Singularity

We act totally different

That's why we are a duo

We our ourselves, together.

Apart we don't act the same

Not at all

Euphoria

A wonderful feeling

They light up when I'm there

And vice versa when she enters

...

The sun shower

Windshield wipers pulsating

Glistening drops

Harmonizing, heady days

My words killed it

The singularity of mercy sunken

Sticking molasses

A nauseating , gnawing stigma...

In the year 2147, beneath the cloud-streaked skies of Europa, a lone diver descended into the ocean of a moon not born of Earth.

They called her Kael, the last of the Neural Divers—a dying breed of human minds wired for the Singularity Engine, an artificial consciousness blooming like coral in the deep. Her task was simple: connect, speak, return. But the Dive had always been more than that. It w...

When you are capable of so much at your best

That you can't live with yourself during the rest

You will need to find a more sustainable harmony

That leads to a practical compounding progress

To eventually master your ability in a euphoric flow state

Fighting Intellect and Will against internal forces you have grown atuned to.

This is the new reality, beginning anew with a consequential meaning....

We are a stigma, imperfect and stupid, unstereostypical and fucking insane.

Singularity, a word to describe us, only one duo like us.

Euphoria is what I feel when I'm with them, a subtle bliss, platonic little butterflies in my tummy when I'm around them.

People glance at us and our behavior, but who could give a shit?

Not me, not them most definitely.

"You two are weird."

You are a damn negative...

“At last!” Jenifer triumphantly held the finished sigil aloft. “With this we can break through the Veil and pull the Melder into our world!”

She paused, eyeing Grace, then chided “Sis, you’re making that face again. Talk to me.”

“Oh. Ah, sorry.” Grace shook herself. “I’m just… being a worrywart. Again.”

“You think this won’t be enough to wake up the Melder?”

“Nooo. That’s… not what’s bothering...

Carrying on from yesterday’s tale….

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“And, for the ‘hard of thinking’, what that means,” said the Arch-chancellor during lunch the next day, “is: No Messing With Stamps!”

Horace, naturally, read the new directive. He read it twice. Then he tried reading it backwards, on the off chance that some hidden clause had slipped in, permitting exactly what he wanted to do. It did not.

The wording w...

Here are more details about the missing persons case in Tranquillity Grove,Viewer discretion is advised.

So tell me Layla, what is your side of the story “Well,it was always peaceful in our small town until suddenly,several missing persons were reported to the police my cousin and her friend were some of the victims and police searched and searched but sadly nothing was found”a voice on the TV s...