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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,
The Replacement-TG Caption
Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
Words In The Rain
Donnie watched Mikey silently pulled on his rain boots and coat; while Donnie did the same. Everyone else had long since fallen asleep but not him and Mikey. They’d both lain awake in their bed, occasionally poking the other to make sure they were still awake. Only when the gentle sounds of their father’s snores reached their ears did they know they were safe to move. Slowly they’d gotten out of bed before silently pulling on their boots and coats while doing their best not to wake their brother’s or father. In front of him Donnie watched as Mikey struggled to do up the buttons in his coat. Giggling slightly Donnie pushed his little brother’s fingers out of the way and did the buttons for him; snapping them into place before buttoning up his own jackets before grinning at Mikey.
Mikey grinned back at him and nodded “yeah!”
A second later the 6 year old turtle clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes going wide in fear tha
Roana Hood: An alerntive Robin Hood Chapter 1It started with a stormy night. The rain lashed relentlessly against the windows while lightning shock the ground and thunder filled the air. In a little house on the outskirts of the village, close to the forest, were 2 young children huddled in the corner near the fireplace to hide from the frightening monsters that haunted the air and threatened to steal them from their kind old grandmother, who was sitting in her rocking chair, smiling at her grandchildren's fear of the natural weather.
"Come on children, the thunder and lightning will not harm you. It is merely God moving his furniture around." the grandmother told her children, trying to take their minds off of the frequent storms that had hit their homeland for the past few weeks. "Well he's been changing his mind a lot them hasn't he?" said the older one, a boy called Simon, retorted. His younger sister, called Emily, giggled at his joke while their grandmother laughed along. She smiled at him and laughed again when his frown w
[NOTES] Zero x Reader (Part 1)
As you entered the classroom filled with Day Class students, you didn't expect the events that would take place over the course of the next couple days. Sweet, sweet unsuspecting you.
As usual, you headed to your seat beside Yuki Cross, greeting both her, Yori, then Zero who sat behind the three of you. You knew nothing about vampires, but had become close with Zero anyhow.
Nothing was out of the ordinary. It was just your typical morning... that is, until you opened up your black spiral notebook.
There, on a fresh sheet of unused paper was a small envelope with a red, heart seal. Though its appearance surprised you, you didn't think too much of it and began to open up the small thing, seeing no need to hide it from or reveal it to anyone.
However, once you read the contents inside of it, you quickly closed your notebook, cheeks as red as a tomato. The sudden motion also caused Yori and Yuki to look at you with startled, confused expressions which you imme
Raising a Beast (RP)On your journey's, you all of sudden come across a small fragile looking creature. It appeared to be alone, no mother, no father, just sitting in it's nest/den staring dead at you with eyes of curiosity and wonder. It would begin to crawl out of it's nest/den towards you. When you tried to shoo it away, it would just continue to pursue after you like duckling chasing after it's mother. You eventually gave in, guessing that the beast had been abandoned.
A. Merchant - You go from one city to the next, selling you wares to the local towns people to make money for food, clothing, and a warm bed at an inn.
B. Solider - You serve in your allegiance military being moved from one stronghold or camp to the next, often going off to battle to then return wounded or with a few scratches.
C. Bandit - You robe and mug people for a living, your group in constantly moving to keep up with cravens or royalty to robe or kidnap.
D. Alchemist - You wondered the world to study the races, plants, mag
Life in a Lugia (Lugia vore) - CommissionWARNING: This story contains soft, safe, non-fatal vore. If you don't like vore, DON'T read this story.
It was a lovely Sunday, and Luke woke up at 8:00 AM, gently pushed down of the bed by the sunlight that entered from the the window. He yawned and went out of his room, still a little sleepy. He went down of the stairs and a dish with 4 waffles was literally waiting for him on the table. "Waffles! Thanks, mom!" these were the first words of his day, "I know you like waffles, and I have another surprise for you" his mother said, and he looked at her with begging eyes. "Let's play a little treasure hunt. Make 10 steps on left, 5 on right, and then other 10 on south" she explained, and he immediately started counting his steps. "One, two, three..." He said, looking at his feet the whole time, "And.... ten steps on south!" he said, and looked around, but he didn't see anything, "Ehm, where's the surprise...?" he asked confusely. His mother giggled, "It's right behind you!" she said, and
Words In A Drawing
Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”
He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7)HEY FOLKS, YOU SHOULD MAKE YOURSELVES REALLY COMFY FOR THIS CHAPTER; IT’S THE LONGEST CHAPTER IN THE WHOLE STORY.(8,215 words)
HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY IT.
Breakfast was an odd affair. All around them patrons of the diner eat and chatting; seemingly without a care in the world. In front of him Mikey watched as Leo stirred his oatmeal absentmindedly. He’d been doing that for several minutes now, pushing the slushy grains around without actually eating any of them. Mikey himself had practically inhaled the waffle, eggs, and hashbrowns that he had ordered. Now he sat watching as Leo continued to stir his food, a look of reserved fear flickering across his face. “Leo…..” Mikey kept his voice soft so as not to startle Leo; but also so as not to let anyone else here him. Leo looked up at him, his eyes that of someone who was scared and confused. “I’m……..I’m not hungry.” Leo pushed the bowl away
CursedWhen I was five I told my teacher that my mother magically appeared whenever I was doing something wrong.
Miss Jones laughed. “All mothers do that, Jill.”
So it wasn’t until I was about thirteen that I realised that my mother was unusual in this respect. Picking my nose, yelling at a friend, trying to copy someone else’s homework—no matter how far apart we were, if I did something bad my mother would abruptly appear at my side glaring at me.
And she still does.
Mum doesn’t talk that much about my curse. I only know that it came from my father. Well, he was Mum’s husband—he wasn’t actually my father. Hence the curse, I suppose. I’ve never met him but he’s some kind of natural magician. Very rare.
The situation felt bearable as a child. I didn’t know any different and I was reassured by it, to be honest. But as a teenager going through a rebellious phase… Smoking, bit of graffiti, kissing boys. And more. My mot
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
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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