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Written by chainedinshadow in portal Fantasy

Ying-Yang

Azari and Zane were as different as night and day-- she had blonde hair and sky blue eyes that went well with her paler complexion, while he had black hair, olive skin, and eyes so dark you couldn't see the pupils. 

Azari and Zane's parents were both Mindcasters, so of course, they were expected to have powers, too. 

Azari was afraid that if Zane had powers, then she wouldn't, because they were polar opposites. 

However, the Elder Mindcaster assured her that they both had equally strong powers flowing through their veins.

Now, there comes a day when every Mindcaster or anyone else who shows a manifestation of power must come before the Elder Mindcaster. 

Even though Azari and Zane's powers were not the power of the mindcasting and they had not manifested anything, everyone still knew the power was in them; so they came.

The Elder Mindcaster kindly and carefully instructed them on how to concentrate on manifesting their powers for the first time.

Since Zane, was oldest he went first; his powers were so overwhelming that the Elder Mindcaster drew back in utter fear and reverence.

Only Zane didn't stop there, and Azari knew he would destroy all the Mindcasters if she didn't do something--which meant using her abilities against her own brother.

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Ying-Yang
Azari and Zane were as different as night and day-- she had blonde hair and sky blue eyes that went well with her paler complexion, while he had black hair, olive skin, and eyes so dark you couldn't see the pupils. 
Azari and Zane's parents were both Mindcasters, so of course, they were expected to have powers, too. 
Azari was afraid that if Zane had powers, then she wouldn't, because they were polar opposites. 
However, the Elder Mindcaster assured her that they both had equally strong powers flowing through their veins.
Now, there comes a day when every Mindcaster or anyone else who shows a manifestation of power must come before the Elder Mindcaster. 
Even though Azari and Zane's powers were not the power of the mindcasting and they had not manifested anything, everyone still knew the power was in them; so they came.
The Elder Mindcaster kindly and carefully instructed them on how to concentrate on manifesting their powers for the first time.
Since Zane, was oldest he went first; his powers were so overwhelming that the Elder Mindcaster drew back in utter fear and reverence.
Only Zane didn't stop there, and Azari knew he would destroy all the Mindcasters if she didn't do something--which meant using her abilities against her own brother.
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Welcome to the World, my Child

Welcome to the world, my child!

It's a strange and wonderful place,

Full of emotion and expression;

Beauty hides in unexpected places,

Like the designs of cobwebs

Or the ripples in a lake caused by rain...

Welcome to the world, my child!

It's a great place to explore.

Don't hold back, charge on forward,

But don't throw caution to the wind.

Be kind and be courteous, no matter what,

No matter how others treat you.

Welcome to the world, my child!

Not all is as it seems, sometimes darkness lurks.

For all is not perfect, and our hearts are often dark.

Keep your heart pure, my child, keep it pure,

Follow your Creator who formed you in the womb,

Listen to His voice, and keep your heart pure.

Welcome to the world, my child!

Sometimes it'll feel like you're lost in it,

But only once you are lost can you truly find yourself.

Sometimes it'll feel like you're alone,

But always know that I'll be with you.

Welcome to the world, my child--

Welcome to the world!

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Welcome to the World, my Child

Welcome to the world, my child!
It's a strange and wonderful place,
Full of emotion and expression;
Beauty hides in unexpected places,
Like the designs of cobwebs
Or the ripples in a lake caused by rain...

Welcome to the world, my child!
It's a great place to explore.
Don't hold back, charge on forward,
But don't throw caution to the wind.
Be kind and be courteous, no matter what,
No matter how others treat you.

Welcome to the world, my child!
Not all is as it seems, sometimes darkness lurks.
For all is not perfect, and our hearts are often dark.
Keep your heart pure, my child, keep it pure,
Follow your Creator who formed you in the womb,
Listen to His voice, and keep your heart pure.

Welcome to the world, my child!
Sometimes it'll feel like you're lost in it,
But only once you are lost can you truly find yourself.
Sometimes it'll feel like you're alone,
But always know that I'll be with you.
Welcome to the world, my child--
Welcome to the world!
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Written by chainedinshadow in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Diary from a Broken Home

Year One

Here I am, a baby, not even a day old,

And yet, since my conception nine months ago,

I was unwanted, an "accident", a product 

Of partying and carelessness.

To my mother I am a consequence

And my father...well, he doesn't care.

My mother and my father weren't married anyway,

And so, even before I was born, I didn't have a father.

Year Two

I don't really have a mother, either,

As I live with my grandparents

So that she can finish high-school without worrying

About me, of course, the cause of all this stress.

I'm loved, and to a toddler, that's all that matters.

Year Five

My first day of preschool is when I discover

That something is missing from my life,

That for a baby to be born there must be a mommy...

And a daddy, and I don't have one.

When I ask my mommy where he's gone,

She becomes angry with me and tells me

To go away, and leave her alone, 

And I don't understand.

Year Seven

To my teachers, I appear happy and "well-adjusted";

I know this because it says so on my report card,

But my insides are a stormy sea, boiling with confusion

And anger and resentment. Is it all my fault?

Am I really such a bother to my mother?

Did she want me? I know my father didn't.

Year Nine

The school activity is a family picnic.

My mother cannot come, she's working

(Is it to get away from me?)

I come with my grandparents, and while

I know one of the girls and three of the boys

Have come with their only parent,

I still feel a stab of pain as I look at the perfect sets

Of child and mother and father,

And feel alone.

Year Thirteen

The battle for acceptance has begun,

Those who can play sports the best are popular,

Which is why I'm not popular.

Grandfather died from heart issues and

Grandmother has arthritis, and Mother's always working,

So no one played baseball with me 

On long summer evenings

Or kicked a soccer ball around with me.

Year Fifteen

There's more of us this year, who live with

Grandparents or have single parents.

Some of us are "well-adjusted" but the majority

Of us are "troubled" students and we don't do

Our homework because some of us are shuttled from

Father's house to mother's house...

Or in my case my days are spent caring for 

An almost blind grandmother, as my mother

Works eighty hours a week to pay medical bills.

She never re-married, never trusting man again.

No one else sees this. All they see is a kid with worn clothes, 

That are years behind in fashion, and sneakers with holes 

In the toes. They don't see the inner turmoil or

The tear stained pillow.

Year Twenty-One

I'm going to be a...a Father.

How do I be one? What do I do? 

I never had one.

I just hope I will be a better father than my own.

 

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Written by chainedinshadow in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Diary from a Broken Home

Year One

Here I am, a baby, not even a day old,
And yet, since my conception nine months ago,
I was unwanted, an "accident", a product 
Of partying and carelessness.
To my mother I am a consequence
And my father...well, he doesn't care.
My mother and my father weren't married anyway,
And so, even before I was born, I didn't have a father.

Year Two

I don't really have a mother, either,
As I live with my grandparents
So that she can finish high-school without worrying
About me, of course, the cause of all this stress.
I'm loved, and to a toddler, that's all that matters.

Year Five

My first day of preschool is when I discover
That something is missing from my life,
That for a baby to be born there must be a mommy...
And a daddy, and I don't have one.
When I ask my mommy where he's gone,
She becomes angry with me and tells me
To go away, and leave her alone, 
And I don't understand.

Year Seven

To my teachers, I appear happy and "well-adjusted";
I know this because it says so on my report card,
But my insides are a stormy sea, boiling with confusion
And anger and resentment. Is it all my fault?
Am I really such a bother to my mother?
Did she want me? I know my father didn't.

Year Nine

The school activity is a family picnic.
My mother cannot come, she's working
(Is it to get away from me?)
I come with my grandparents, and while
I know one of the girls and three of the boys
Have come with their only parent,
I still feel a stab of pain as I look at the perfect sets
Of child and mother and father,
And feel alone.

Year Thirteen

The battle for acceptance has begun,
Those who can play sports the best are popular,
Which is why I'm not popular.
Grandfather died from heart issues and
Grandmother has arthritis, and Mother's always working,
So no one played baseball with me 
On long summer evenings
Or kicked a soccer ball around with me.

Year Fifteen

There's more of us this year, who live with
Grandparents or have single parents.
Some of us are "well-adjusted" but the majority
Of us are "troubled" students and we don't do
Our homework because some of us are shuttled from
Father's house to mother's house...
Or in my case my days are spent caring for 
An almost blind grandmother, as my mother
Works eighty hours a week to pay medical bills.
She never re-married, never trusting man again.
No one else sees this. All they see is a kid with worn clothes, 
That are years behind in fashion, and sneakers with holes 
In the toes. They don't see the inner turmoil or
The tear stained pillow.

Year Twenty-One

I'm going to be a...a Father.
How do I be one? What do I do? 
I never had one.
I just hope I will be a better father than my own.
 
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With War for the Planet of the Apes coming soon, write about what animal species do you think would become super intelligent and take over the planet.
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Killer Rabbits--Believe Me, it's a Thing

Rabbits.

They reproduce so fast that if we aren't careful, they'll completely take us over. Yes, I get that they look cute...but I've seen them grow some pretty mean fangs. And those strong hind legs with those nasty claws.

So, if you're looking for a pet, please, please do not get a rabbit--you're just hastening our end.

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Killer Rabbits--Believe Me, it's a Thing

Rabbits.

They reproduce so fast that if we aren't careful, they'll completely take us over. Yes, I get that they look cute...but I've seen them grow some pretty mean fangs. And those strong hind legs with those nasty claws.

So, if you're looking for a pet, please, please do not get a rabbit--you're just hastening our end.
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Someone has kidnapped someone you love and they've called your cellphone for a ransom. Little did the kidnappers know that you are the ultimate badass. So in 15-30 words, what is the ultimate threat you give to these kidnappers before you hunt them down and turn them into ground-bitch meat? Unleash your inner Liam Neeson.
Written by chainedinshadow in portal Horror & Thriller

Bravery...or Stupidity?

I admire your bravery. Well, either it's bravery...or it's stupidity. It doesn't matter which because you'll be dead in twenty-four hours. So...any prayers? Not like they'd do you any good.

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Someone has kidnapped someone you love and they've called your cellphone for a ransom. Little did the kidnappers know that you are the ultimate badass. So in 15-30 words, what is the ultimate threat you give to these kidnappers before you hunt them down and turn them into ground-bitch meat? Unleash your inner Liam Neeson.
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Bravery...or Stupidity?
I admire your bravery. Well, either it's bravery...or it's stupidity. It doesn't matter which because you'll be dead in twenty-four hours. So...any prayers? Not like they'd do you any good.
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Define Poetry using Prose Essay Format Only. No Fiction. 75 - 150 words. Mass tagged posts will call for automatic disqualification.
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True Poetry

Poetry is so much more than ink on a page or pixels forming words on a computer screen. It comes in so many forms--sometimes a hastily scribbled thought on a napkin, or sunlight on the snow, even the smell of blacktop after the rain.

Poetry is an outpouring of many emotions--happiness, sorrow, anger, loneliness... Each poem is different and unique.

It is a deeper language, going far past the simple words used to create its being. It has the language of emotion, the language that all understand and speak.

And sometimes poetry isn't even words. Poetry is everything we see, everything we breathe, and everything we believe.

Poetry is what keeps us alive, makes us keep loving, makes us keep believing and hoping in impossible things. We only die emotionally when we stop seeing or caring about the poetry that weaves its comforting tapestry about us.

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Define Poetry using Prose Essay Format Only. No Fiction. 75 - 150 words. Mass tagged posts will call for automatic disqualification.
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True Poetry

Poetry is so much more than ink on a page or pixels forming words on a computer screen. It comes in so many forms--sometimes a hastily scribbled thought on a napkin, or sunlight on the snow, even the smell of blacktop after the rain.
Poetry is an outpouring of many emotions--happiness, sorrow, anger, loneliness... Each poem is different and unique.
It is a deeper language, going far past the simple words used to create its being. It has the language of emotion, the language that all understand and speak.
And sometimes poetry isn't even words. Poetry is everything we see, everything we breathe, and everything we believe.
Poetry is what keeps us alive, makes us keep loving, makes us keep believing and hoping in impossible things. We only die emotionally when we stop seeing or caring about the poetry that weaves its comforting tapestry about us.
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Living with Technology
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Balance

Technology has saved many, many lives in the medical realm. Ultrasounds, X-rays, vaccinations...

Technology has improved traveling. Unlike the pioneers, we don't have to travel for months to get from one side of the US to the other, and half of us don't die on the way, either... :)

We don't have to wait for months, or even years to hear our loved ones' voices or to send them a letter because technology has made phones, Skype, chats, and a reliable mail system possible.

But now, we rate people by their Facebook following, or how we looked by what we see on Pinterest or Instagram.

We don't go outside and talk face to face anymore, and our only friends are laptop screens and phones.

There's got to be a balance to technology; technology is not bad by any stretch of the imagination. But how we use technology can be harmful to us, and others as well.

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Balance
Technology has saved many, many lives in the medical realm. Ultrasounds, X-rays, vaccinations...
Technology has improved traveling. Unlike the pioneers, we don't have to travel for months to get from one side of the US to the other, and half of us don't die on the way, either... :)
We don't have to wait for months, or even years to hear our loved ones' voices or to send them a letter because technology has made phones, Skype, chats, and a reliable mail system possible.

But now, we rate people by their Facebook following, or how we looked by what we see on Pinterest or Instagram.
We don't go outside and talk face to face anymore, and our only friends are laptop screens and phones.

There's got to be a balance to technology; technology is not bad by any stretch of the imagination. But how we use technology can be harmful to us, and others as well.
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Best Hook: It should dazzle the soul's curiosity with an earnest yearning for resolution.
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Generations: Eve Neverdream (Excerpt)

The steady whoosh whoosh of the pursuing dragon almost deafened Eve as she frantically zig-zagged through the dense woods. How the dragon knew exactly where she was through this impenetrable layer of leaves, vines, and branches, she didn't know.

Each breath hurt, and her legs burned. She could feel blood trickling down her left temple and some more on her right side from Anvil's blade staff.

I hate that man, she growled mentally. If only she had a weapon, she would kill that dragon with such pleasure.

The thought surprised herself, actually, but she didn't have time to even think longer on it.

She screamed and ducked as the dragon swooped down with blinding speed through a break in the foliage. She fell, headlong, as she tripped over a rock. She could its rough edges cutting open her ankles, and her face was shoved into the ground. The dragon flew a mere inches over her head, talons extended.

Eve was frozen there, even though her mind was screaming for her to get up and run, as the dragon was doing a sharp turn and coming back for her again.

Right as it got ready to swoop, her mind finally jolted into action, and she half-ran, half-tumbled over a log, scraping her palms and knees. 

Please, please, don't let it get me! she prayed silently.

The dragon's talons scrabbled at the log, digging deep gouges into it. Eve cringed, imagining those talons ripping into her flesh...

I can't let Anvil get this staff from me, she thought frantically, her thoughts scattering like the chaff on the wind. If only I knew how to use this, I could kill this stupid dragon, maybe even Anvil himself...

"Stupid Elders," she growled to herself. "Thinking they have to keep all the secrets of the Staffs to themselves...Ahh!"

She took off running, her sides burning, the staff still strapped to her back so it wouldn't fall off.

"Eve, you can't outrun my dragon," Anvil called out from his comfortable position astride the dragon.

She gritted her teeth. He sounded so calm, so confident, so in control...and she hated him even more. "Don't be so sure!"

Anvil laughed, then growled, "Give me the Staff!"

"Not a chance," she snapped back, and decided not to talk anymore--it was wasting her breath, and she needed every precious one.

"Alrighty, but remember, you brought this upon yourself!" he warned calmly, a smirk playing across his handsome features.

Eve's brain completely froze up. her body kept running out of instinct, but she was so frozen mentally with fear.

Anvil was right--this was completely over. He was going to...

Everything went black.

©Copyright 2017 Abigail Burchwell

All Rights Reserved.

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Best Hook: It should dazzle the soul's curiosity with an earnest yearning for resolution.
Written by chainedinshadow
Generations: Eve Neverdream (Excerpt)

The steady whoosh whoosh of the pursuing dragon almost deafened Eve as she frantically zig-zagged through the dense woods. How the dragon knew exactly where she was through this impenetrable layer of leaves, vines, and branches, she didn't know.

Each breath hurt, and her legs burned. She could feel blood trickling down her left temple and some more on her right side from Anvil's blade staff.

I hate that man, she growled mentally. If only she had a weapon, she would kill that dragon with such pleasure.

The thought surprised herself, actually, but she didn't have time to even think longer on it.

She screamed and ducked as the dragon swooped down with blinding speed through a break in the foliage. She fell, headlong, as she tripped over a rock. She could its rough edges cutting open her ankles, and her face was shoved into the ground. The dragon flew a mere inches over her head, talons extended.

Eve was frozen there, even though her mind was screaming for her to get up and run, as the dragon was doing a sharp turn and coming back for her again.

Right as it got ready to swoop, her mind finally jolted into action, and she half-ran, half-tumbled over a log, scraping her palms and knees. 

Please, please, don't let it get me! she prayed silently.

The dragon's talons scrabbled at the log, digging deep gouges into it. Eve cringed, imagining those talons ripping into her flesh...

I can't let Anvil get this staff from me, she thought frantically, her thoughts scattering like the chaff on the wind. If only I knew how to use this, I could kill this stupid dragon, maybe even Anvil himself...

"Stupid Elders," she growled to herself. "Thinking they have to keep all the secrets of the Staffs to themselves...Ahh!"

She took off running, her sides burning, the staff still strapped to her back so it wouldn't fall off.

"Eve, you can't outrun my dragon," Anvil called out from his comfortable position astride the dragon.

She gritted her teeth. He sounded so calm, so confident, so in control...and she hated him even more. "Don't be so sure!"

Anvil laughed, then growled, "Give me the Staff!"

"Not a chance," she snapped back, and decided not to talk anymore--it was wasting her breath, and she needed every precious one.

"Alrighty, but remember, you brought this upon yourself!" he warned calmly, a smirk playing across his handsome features.

Eve's brain completely froze up. her body kept running out of instinct, but she was so frozen mentally with fear.

Anvil was right--this was completely over. He was going to...

Everything went black.

©Copyright 2017 Abigail Burchwell
All Rights Reserved.
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How has the standard of friendship fallen since social media has dominated society?
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"When I was a kid..."

(Cue: the eye roll)

"...I actually spoke to my friends face to face," my mother tells me.

Once again, I roll my eyes and turn back to my computer screen.

"You don't have any friends, Jazz."

"I have tons of friends!" I argue. "See that? It says '4k'. That's plenty of friends."

"Friends?! You've never talked or seen or even heard of nearly nine-tenths of these people!" she snaps. "I've had known how this would change you, your father and I would never have let you get Instagram or Facebook. Now all you do is sit with your face stuck in that laptop screen."

"That's where my friends are," I point out.

"That's what I mean," she responds, turning away with a sigh.

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How has the standard of friendship fallen since social media has dominated society?
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"When I was a kid..."
(Cue: the eye roll)
"...I actually spoke to my friends face to face," my mother tells me.
Once again, I roll my eyes and turn back to my computer screen.
"You don't have any friends, Jazz."
"I have tons of friends!" I argue. "See that? It says '4k'. That's plenty of friends."
"Friends?! You've never talked or seen or even heard of nearly nine-tenths of these people!" she snaps. "I've had known how this would change you, your father and I would never have let you get Instagram or Facebook. Now all you do is sit with your face stuck in that laptop screen."
"That's where my friends are," I point out.
"That's what I mean," she responds, turning away with a sigh.


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Famous First Words: Write a great opening line to a novel.
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Deep Blood (Beginning Line)

Legends say she was created from stardust and moonlight; in reality, she was created from lost souls and stolen blood.

©Copyright 2017 Abigail Burchwell

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Famous First Words: Write a great opening line to a novel.
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Deep Blood (Beginning Line)
Legends say she was created from stardust and moonlight; in reality, she was created from lost souls and stolen blood.

©Copyright 2017 Abigail Burchwell

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