myth

It was a long time ago, the only living man thought he killed everyone he even killed the people who helped him kill people all over the world. days being alone scared him, escpecially on the third night. he heard noises like children playing in a park and laughing. doors shut and windows broke. The man ran and hid in a cave near him. The fourth night he heard many more noises and a note appeared. "Tomarrow." it said. the next nightthe voises were louder and then aloud bang and he hell to the floor with the cold blue blood surrounding his body.

They called it Reductionist from within the singing organ of gold and fire, the silly notion that emotions are chemical and that sin is but a construct. On chairs made of windpipes they preach, prowling the parallels they draw across the world's deserts with walking sticks cut from the husk of a burning bush (from those forest fires caused by the growing greenhouse gasses I can only suppose).

Author's Note: This is unedited, as I'm writing it for school and it's late and due tomorrow. But yeah. Feedback, anyone? I think I like it.

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Creation Game

There was nothing. A beautiful, vast expanse of nothing, spanning everything ever known or unknown. It neither shimmered, nor shivered, nor shook, nor spoke. It did not breathe, it did not think, it did not live. It was nothing.

Interesting as long as you wonder

Fun untill you refuse to smile

In your heart while the door is open

On your mind in every canyon

Not for the faint of soul

Amazingly different than anything you have ever known

Yours if your not full

Quite untill asked to sing

Inspiration for the weiry

Joyous in the rain

Clouded by emotion

Forthright to those i Love

Growing in all directions but down

Hopeful for what tomorrow will bring to all

Randy by all means

The Scientist by Coldplay

Farther up the rabbit hole than anyone should be allowed

“Mitchell! Kyle! It's time to go to bed!” Yelled Jena, the mom of two 6 year old boys.
“Okay! I need to get in my pajama bottoms first though!” Yelled Kyle in response.
As Kyle did exactly what he had previously stated, Mitchell sat awkwardly on the chair he had been occupying for a good hour now, cowering at the fact that it was bedtime. Bedtime, a normal, daily thing for most people, was not a normal daily thing for Mitchell. It was a horrible experience that happened night after night.

The fox as you know is red and white but how did it get that way? Well I'm here to tell you. It all started way back in the aceint times. There were only 5 foxes living. They were not red. They were the most brilliant color blue with white anyone has ever seen! They always had so much to live for until one fox changed history. His name was Dune. He was the most famous fox and the most handsome. all the other boy foxes were very much jealous. You see Dune he grew up spoiled. HE was waited on every single time. When he wanted food he just told his servant [the wolf] to go out and catch him one.

Mivel Mischief