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.Funny Ways."I'd rather have my father hit me, or someone, rather than none at all. The pain tells me that I'm still alive and noticeable." -Nike (Ninth Hero)
.Stars."And for the rest of our lives, we will lay into a span of tall, leaning grass and wait 'till the pale robust round of rock would appear into our eyes. The moon so underrated by the stars. But we will look at the globes of glowing gas and light and decide which one we will try to snatch and pull down or follow. I promised we could get all of them." -Ninth Hero
.Candelights Plot.There are eight gods, the only three, listed, have a need to be saved. Abenaki, Landric and Ethenal. All trapped and dosed with a drug herb that makes them rot inside and be ill to their brains; weakened.
They are hidden in an ancient sanctum that is located below an unused tunnel system.
The Tribes are trying to race to see who will get their god first in the sanctum, but they find they will need help from the other five unlisted gods to open the sanctum door. The Tribes are sent to find the five unlisted gods, knowing they roam around lands that the Tribes have never pondered, or explored about.
But once the sanctum is opened, it is only for a few...the sanctum having difficult perplexing tunnels and a labyrinth.
Will they get out with their languish, scathe gods or stay and rot with them, forever trapped?
.One Day."One day I thought all of us will be sitting at the front porch of Clapton's, screaming at the top of our lungs our favorites songs; Poppy in my lap and Oakley holding Kherington with even Sebastian on the side of the twins. The screeching melody with not only just disturb the neighbors but it will mollify, cherish and give remedy to our weakling hearts and decaying bones and corrupted grey minds; having the time of our life, doing something we would love to do. But the boy who never got to do things with merry blessings has been buried down under a layer of melancholy tears, thick as tar and impossible to live through...slowly drowning by the sounds of laughter and blithe." -Lloyd Grimmett
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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