《Threads》the oxford dictionary of the english language
Advertisement
“Sometimes, the writing just flows from my fingers, and the words come to mind faster than my fingers can move, and I can barely keep up with myself. That’s when I feel happiest. I feel like music is flowing through my bones, and the beat is governing my mind, ordering the words out to fight.”
She would often go on long rambles, such as this one, well-thought out (although they were all spur of the moment) and very much her. She had this air of sophistication around her, and her white blonde hair was always like a cloud around her face. She was like another Luna: removed. Removed only one step back, however. She was very much aware of what was around her, no matter the topic. Well versed in all languages and slang used in our school, she was an artist.
But though her language and miniature speeches were planned, every part in its place, and words used eloquently, her thoughts were another story. Very much like the much loved characters of The Fault in Our Stars, her thoughts were stars that she could not fathom into constellations. I could tell that much from her expression. It was always the same one; a sort of utter confusion and disbelief, like she couldn’t understand what she was saying. Or that there was something missing that words seemed to do no justice.
Like any artist, her thoughts were laid bare on paper, be it a drawing, a story, or a painting. Almost every thought could be seen, but, sometimes, like she said, her fingers couldn’t keep up and the train of thought she had been experiencing was lost on the reader. She was brilliant, but misunderstood, at least in the way that she wanted.
“Do you ever think that one can run out of words? I think so. I mean, how do you describe your sorrow when everyone has already used every word available to describe their sorrow? So what are you supposed to do? Make up your own words? Well, if that’s the case, then I shall call my sorrow platurement and my joy will be called suressical and my anger will be called calistreo.”
Advertisement
She was undeniably British; what American could speak like that with no effort? What person, at our school, could think up those things? In other words, she was very much an outsider as she was involved in the news.
People saw her genius, but didn’t understand. I’m the broken record, constantly repeating her misunstandment by our peers. But that’s what it’s all about. They heard her words, but couldn’t listen or pay attention well enough to comprehend them.
“The end? Oh, I’m horrible at endings. The ones I write are absolutely dreadful. They always end with a character dead. I don’t know why. I guess death is the only way I’ve ever imagined an ending.”
Well, now they’re listening, and her words are coming across loud and clear.
Advertisement
High Skies Piracy
On Solam, pirates raid the skies armed with deadly magic. Stephan has lived a quiet, sheltered life of hard work and academic pursuits. He married for business, not for love. Truth be told, he's a pansy. Now he's on a pirate ship held aloft with arcane energies. Trapped in a steel box with criminals of the worst sort. How does a reasonable man survive in a place such as this? Will he return home, or will he be seduced by the wild vices of freedom and open air? Cover illustrated by Rude Rubicante: https://twitter.com/RRubicante
8 162Phantasmal Party
In the two weeks since he first entered the Labyrinth, Eduard Fergusson has gained the patronage of one of the Five Families, three powerful companions and lovers and a unique and powerful Shard. Unfortunately, he also managed to gain a powerful and perssistant enemy in the form of his former party member, Kevin, and in Kevin's mysterious new master. The first ten floors of the Labyrinth are behind him now, but the road to the fiftieth floor, and the mystery of his sister's disappearance is long and arduous, and there is no telling where the Questshard called "The Luck of Sindbad" will take him next. Book 1 of Phantasmal Party Cover art by Erez Regev
8 90Blue Screen Blues
When Ryan Glasser, (an emo kid by heart) kills himself after having a good day at school turn horribly bad, he is forced to stand before his maker for final judgment of his soul. With Ryan Thinking life was just a game he could just end and throw away without any consequences, he is offered a deal to live his next life in a real-life RPG world full of swords, magic, misery, memes, and Mondays with nothing to help him along the way but a magical cellphone full of his music to get by in his afterlife. A real-life RPG you say? That sounds like perfect place to spend eternity! What’s the catch? Well first of all, this “Server” is in a nightmarish beta stage that has two trapped goddesses engaged in an everlasting brutal holy war between each other that has recently turned into a stalemate. Ryan is supposed to kill one of these goddesses somehow. (Technically there is a third goddess, but no one really cares about her) Secondly Ryan can’t die in this world without completing his mission here. If he does, straight to hell he goes. Thirdly, right from the start of spawning into this world, he has an annoying clingy emo/scene cat-dog rogue girl fall in love with him. This would be great in all If Ryan didn’t hate furries. Ryan will realize no matter how hard he tries he just can’t lose this clingy disaster. Forth: Living in an RPG world is great and exhilarating but when the class you choose to roll seems to be just as emo as you are, interesting things are going to happen. You better hold on tight; destiny holds in store for Ryan a Twisted Romance, tons of betrayal, a life full of dark twists and turns, and an adventure that will make or break him in this strange new world. Welcome to Lectioterra Adventurer! (Please DO NOT buff the Raid boss) (Please note i am quite aware that book one was written with quite a few thousand errors. I took a break from writing for ten years and had to relearn a lot of things. I learned quite a lot from writing 100+ chapters so far. I will go back and edit book one’s chapters after I get book two finished. If you all want to point out the errors in the earlier chapters I will gladly edit those things ASAP)
8 119The Ties That Bind
Suddenly awakened In the hot sticky wastes of the Arizona desert walks a being born of impossiblity given form. Beyond explanation or reason, A grandeoise being of primordial and everlasting existance, the vessel of the original state of balance that serparated into Light and Darkness. meet Tikan. A fun loving and sarcastic creature of unimaginable origin, trying to find two halves of themself that are hidden in everything. it's like finding a godly needle in an infantismal haystack. But there's a universal countdown. And lingering in the backround the fabric of reality is begining to fade at the hands of a self proclaimed "Neo Godhead", and the creeping hands of the end poison the air. all things seem to be leading to a peak, and all that ever was in this world is soon to rend itself apart. Something is coming. And the one and only person that can fix a collapse bigger than the beginning itself, can't even seem to decide what they want for breakfast off a fileberto's menu. "Here I stand,that which bound and existed.the background of the way before All, and Nothing.im am that which traverses things unexplained before words were born" These are the Ties That Bind.
8 188Aftermath || Robert Baratheon
they married for duty.they ruled for the realm.they fought for justice.but they healed for each other.A story in which two broken souls, brought together by chance, find solace with one another in the aftermath of a war.▪︎•▪︎•▪︎•Pre and Post Robert's Rebellion (Based on the plot and characters of Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin)
8 113Blood Magic and Other Drinking Games
"Regulus felt a pull on the tethers of his soul. He was being pulled from the relentless nothingness of this space in between life and death. There was only one way to bring someone back from this place. Who would invoke a soul bond with him?" AU. Fem!Harry x Regulus.
8 170