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the flow 10 (drive)
the flow 10 (drive)
* An escalation by Louis Cyphre *
From the east it's not too far to the west - at least if you're traveling by plane. Canada's a giant, and so we wanted to drive a giant's car. We chose a Jeep Grand Cherokee, and this Jeep became our favorite car ever, 'cause when we left Downtown Vancouver for the Sea to Sky Highway it felt so incredibly powerful that driving was like flying up the streets to Whistler and beyond.
the flow 8 (move)
the flow 8 (move)
* An escalation by Louis Cyphre *
Moving to Toronto is easy: I just close my eyes and I'm there. When I close my eyes I open them in a dream, and dreams always become reality if you believe. I do.
I do believe we're connected to places as much as to human beings and everything alive, and 'cause everything's alive our souls remember all the beats and beams we felt intense enough to create this inner map that lets us travel really fast everywhere we want to.
So I travel, and I do it now. I travel with the speed of light and get the feeling of being in a car driving fast along the shore area of Lake Ontario, my eyes now at the skyline of a place like no other. Here I start.
the flow 1 (play)
the flow 1 (play)
* Eine Eskalation von Louis Cyphre *
Alles von oben zu sehen, ist einzigartig. Ich hätte niemals damit gerechnet, es zu tun, denn zu lange hatte ich so schreckliche Angst davor, in ein Flugzeug zu steigen, dass ich überzeugt war, es nie zu tun. Aber dank Corazon führte London zu New York, und jetzt bin ich über den kanadischen Rocky Mountains, und ich bewege mich mit einer unglaublichen Geschwindigkeit. Ich weiß nicht, wie es funktioniert, dass sich dieses so irrsinnig schwere Flugzeug beinahe zehn Stunden lang in der Luft halten kann, und ich will nicht zu sehr darüber nachdenken, welche Technik dafür nötig ist und wieviele Schaltkreise perfekt aufeinander abgestimmt sein müssen, um dieses Wunder zu vollbringen. Ich will nur weiter nach unten schauen auf diese riesigen schneebedeckten Gipfel, während ich zu begreifen versuche, dass es jetzt in Deutschland schon tiefste Nacht ist.
363 (Daimon)363 (Daimon)
Zunächst mal Danke für deine tolle und sehr spannende Antwort zum Thema "Talent", und nochmal sorry, dass es mit meiner Antwort jetzt doch so lange gedauert hat. Tanja und ich hatten Besuch übers Pfingstwochenende, und Annette und Sabrina (unsere besten Freundinnen) sind sehr agil, was gemeinsame Unternehmungen angeht .
Nach allem, was du geschrieben hast: Ich werde dich nicht wiederholen. Lass uns das Wort Talent mal ganz vergessen, denn wie alles, was aus Buchstaben aufgebaut ist, ist es nur das: Ein Wort, nichts weiter.
Was ich eigentlich meine, ist das, was Gustav Meyrink mal als den daimon beschrieben hat, dieses Unbegreifliche in dir, das dich antreibt und dich Dinge tun lässt, Dinge anstreben und verwirklichen lässt, die niemand auf die gleiche Weise tun kann wie du.
Arbeit, ja. Arbeit ist das, was wir aufwenden müssen, um den Rohdiamanten zu schleifen. Aber der Rohdiamant ist da, und ich behaupte, dass der Rohdiamant darauf drän
Some Girls Lie They're Never LostSome Girls Lie They're Never Lost
* A poem by Beau Cyphre *
Snow White is a beautiful girl
Did her best to turn my world
Made my clan a fabulous place
Took her horses to the race
Rode this stallion face to face
Snow White is a nasty girl
She's living in a nasty world
Made my heart beat face to face
Let my thoughts spin in a race
Whispering words I never gave
My angel's secret kingdom's tower
Rain is falling like a thunder shower
Snow White found her prince in Oz
Some girls lie they're never lost
Hearts beat fast they're made to last
362 (Fury)362 (Fury)
"In meiner Fantasie bin ich der kühlste Mensch auf Erden, in meinen Geschichten spiele ich immer die Rolle der Außenseiterin. Beobachten gefällt mir, aber eigentlich bin immer ich die, die beobachtet und bewertet wird. Naja, verwegene Elfen mit riesiger Macht wird es einfach nie geben, nicht ? Ach ja, die Geschichte die du mir geschickt hast, ist genial. Wenn die Magie nicht da ist, stellen wir sie uns vor- wir denken an sie, wir fassen sie in Worte. du meinst, man soll nicht von Träumen träumen, uns mehr Gedanken darüber machen, dass sie in der Realtität auch zu finden sind. Weil mein iPad fast leer ist muss ich hier ein Ende setzen, aber eine Geschichte müssen wir trotzdem zusammen schreiben!"
"Hey, ich finde Pluto richtig cool! Ich würde gerne etwas mit dir schreiben, von mir aus könnten wir sofort anfangen!"
Hey, freut mich, dass dir die Story gefällt! Pluto ist eines meiner Lieblingsprojekte,
Pokerus Outbreak -Group Pokemon TF/TG (Request)Now was a time of terror. There was an infection spreading, luckily it only effected Pokemon. Unluckily, it only effects Pokemon. You see, when a human is objected to it, they become a Pokemon, are sick for a week, and are healthy again, but forever stuck as a Pokemon. This disease was very common in many Pokemon, known as Pokerus, and it has just become airborne. Many took shelter, with them keeping Pokemon in their pokeballs until they were healthy again. However, many people don't release that when kept in Pokeballs, Pokemon don't get better, and have to stay outside of their ball resting. It started with a few normal cases, which were not a problem. However, nurses began to vanish and Pokemon seemed to just appear in Pokemon Centers with no trainers. However, after a nurse and a Pokerus Pokemon were put in a quarantine and examined from a safe distance. This is when it was discover the infection transform a human into a Pokemon if they became infected. After running tests on a tran
All AlongSlowly Mikey knocked on the door to Donnie's lab. The egghead turtle hadn't left his own personal sanctum sanctorum for almost 3 days, without offering any explanation as to why he suddenly wanted to be alone. In fact in the last 3 days he hadn't spoken to anyone; even splinter.
When he got no response from his knocks Mikey spoke.
he felt a faint twinge of relief when Donnie responded to him.
Sighing Mikey spoke again.
"Donnie.....it's been 3 days......you need to eat something."
Donnie's response was exactly what Mikey had expected it to be.
Mikey grinned and he pulled the lid off the bowl of soup he'd made.
"Are you sure........i made your favorite soup......"
after a moment of silence Donnie spoke again.
Mikey grinned. His plan was working. He could practically hear Donnie's stomach grumbling in need.
"Yes. It’s got lots of peas, carrots, potatoes."
His grin widened as this time he really did hear Donnie
Words Without PitySlowly Donnie worked, typing away at his computer. It was night time; the rest of his family was asleep. Behind him Mikey slowly mumbled as he slept. Finishing up his work Donnie saved the file he'd been working on and began to shut down his computer. Despite being done with his work he wasn’t going to leave the lab. He’d made a mental promise to himself and Mikey. If Mikey wasn’t well enough to leave then neither would he.
Donnie's head snapped towards his brother as Mikey spoke his name. He could tell just from Mikey's tone that he was still asleep. Getting out of the chair he’d been sitting in for hours, Donnie silently moved to his brother’s side. Mikey's eyes were clamped shut tightly, his face twisted into a pained expression.
"I’m sorry......please.......want to stay.......don’t........love you........want......."
he watched as Mikey's hands moved in his sleep. Clawing at the blankets, grabbing fistfuls of the m
Goodbye .:EnglandxReader:. (Part 5)
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”
― André Gide, Autumn Leaves
I took in a deep breath, completely nervous for what is about to happen. I know that I was early, I wanted to prove to Alfred and Mattie that I am healthy enough to do things on my own. I got dressed, ate breakfast and left for the meeting an hour before it started, of course leaving them a note so they don’t freak and think I faded away.
We had flown in yesterday; the meeting was in Beijing, China. I actually wished I could stay longer and marvel at the beauty around me but my doctor refused to let me out on a trip like this for more than three days. At least I could see Arthur again and meet all the other countries I have yet to meet, or at least the one’s that will be at the meeting today.
Pulling out my small compact mirror, I checked to see that my make-up was alright, it didn’t even look like I was sick, thankfully.
Wanting to touch you
High above him they twinkled, each one looking like a diamond floating in a sea of darkness; shining so brightly that they made the night seem less dark. Blobboid looked up at the stars a feeling of odd childlike wonder filled his mind. He could not help but wonder, were the stars in Michelangelo's dimension as beautiful as the ones here in this one?
He’d always felt a kind of connection to the stars. No matter how bad things got, the stars never changed they always shown down with such beauty and grace. When they been younger, still children, before they'd begin developing their powers and before sliver had gone evil......he'd begun to teach his son's about the stars. Not just what they were, but the constellations and their histories. While his other brothers had somewhat disinterested Blobboid had clung to his father's every word. Something about the twinkling diamond lights above his head fascinated him; they held a kind of power over him that made him want to look up at them
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 7
Chapter: 7 Uninvited
7:00 am Arendelle
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, MICHAEL GOLDENHEART.
In the name of every star in the galaxy, I hate Guardian premonitions. They never fail to give me the creeps. I stood on a barren plain, shrouded in mist. Multiple whispers began to jeer at me, "Michael.......Michael....." I looked around as the voices grew louder. In fact, they appeared to originate in my head. "Michael.....Mmmmmmmmurderer. Murderer!" The voices began to accuse. "Murderer! Traitor! Murderer!" Suddenly, the ground below me collapsed as I tumbled into a fissure and onto a mass of bodies. An entire army of Specters were grabbing and dragging me down, each chanting, "MURDERER." I could see the dreaded Phantom flying above me. He laughed through his skull mask and took aim with his pistol.
"SWEET MOTHER'S OF THRANDUIL'S MAKEUP ARTIST!", I screamed myse
Random Junk Shop tg Chapter 4“You don’t feel well?” Jack asked Kim. “Do you need to lie down?”
“Uh, yeah, I think,” Kim responded. “I was feeling fine a second ago, but then it just hit me like . . . Ugh, where’s the bathroom?”
“Right, this way.” Jack ushered Kim back to his room, calling out, “Patrick, watch the shop. Your sister isn’t feeling too well.”
“Do you want me to watch over her?” Patrick yelled back from the front counter.
“No, I think she caught what I’ve had the last few days. I don’t want you to catch it too.” That wasn’t exactly a lie as Jack wondered about the rings.
After Kim walked into the bathroom, Jack thought quickly. The yellow ring had deactivated, and Kim was having the same symptoms Jack had when he transformed. What did he do to trigger it? Did that mean Kim was about to transform? And if so, into what? Would she change genders like Jack? Or would it be some
Five Nights at Freddy's P.I.E. - 1It was a normal Sunday morning. A newspaper arrived at the Toasted Ghost's doorstep.
Toast went outside, glancing down and picking up the paper.
"You notice we haven't had a job in days?" Ghost says from the kitchen.
"Yeah, we're running low on food." He sighs, walking into the kitchen and looking at the paper.
"Hey, I've got an idea. How about a second job?" He suggests, flipping the paper over to the jobs section.
"Hm....alright. I've got some spare time. I could take up an extra job." He says.
"How about this one?" Ghost says, pointing to a section with an animatronic bear.
Toast picks up the paper, reading it over. "Hm...it's a late night shift. I think I can handle it."
"Good, looks easy too."
"Yeah. You can handle things here, right?"
Toast smiles a bit, nodding. "Alright, I'll go there to apply then."
"Alright, have fun."
Toast nods a bit, walking out the door.
The place was only a few miles from the Toasted Ghost.
He simply walked there, going inside.
When he walke
In Oz: Peacock
In Oz: Peacock
* An escalation by BeautifulExperience *
He noticed her presence before he heard the sound of her whisper, and when he turned around he couldn't believe his eyes: She was beautiful, but her eyes looked dangerous. This wasn't the kind of girl to play with, but he couldn't resist to fall in love with her in an instant, absolutely knowing there was no love in her for any human being.
Inspired by Anni Suvi's image Peacock
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