There was once a girl
As glowing as the Sun
As white as Snow
She had a beautiful smile
And she was not
Hesitant to show it
She infected others with her happines
And stole many hearts with her beauty
And I was one of them
Her rosy cheeks and
Her beautiful face made me
Dream about her all night
But I could only imagine
If only she was mine...
The three triumphant Tom-cats
The three trimumphant tom-cats: Timothy, Theodore and Travis. Trickle through the taxi, telling them this and that. Travis is a taunting, tricky teen with a tail that trembles . Theodore was the tender teen that thought of theology throughly though no one seemed intereste. Timothy thought throughly of tremendous thoughtlessness with no tern or trek of the future. Together they were the tremendous trouble trio that terminally test the tenacious testomony the textbook thrash. Truely, the tantalizing Tom-cats try thrilling thunderous tasks.
Hello, our Proserville team. The Schedule is a bit confusing now since I posted my chapter a bit early. No worries, this is a friendly reminder and clarification on how it all still works. Aora1 will be doing the next chapter and will be posting it this Sunday. That is in three days, my time. Let’s keep this book running.
Chapter One: Eloise’s Perspective
Chapter One: Eloise’s Perspective
It was the first time in years. It had been years since Harley, no, Eloise was my name, had had that dream.
I had started to refer to myself as Eloise after my parents had taken me to see Dr. Vains. He had told me to refer to myself as my birth name. I knew I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. I assumed it was better if I listened to him so people would stop trying to fix me. Even if they assumed I was already ‘fixed’ at least I could be who I really was.
I started to feed into it though. It started to get easier to introduce myself as Eloise or even to think as if I were her. I was forced to put the others away and live as only her. I thought I could pretend it was all fake in front of everyone else but it didn’t work. It was hard for me to see them being pushed away. Not just because I was told I was crazy that they even existed but because they knew me better than anyone. They weren’t what Dr. Vains called them. Not different personalities of Eloise, no, we were all different people yet we shared a body.
Eloise, not ‘I’, was the closest to Harley. Harley was her best friend and was the last to be pushed away. She always stuck up for Eloise. She made sure she was never hurt. She held all her pain. Eloise was giggly, always. Her worries belonged to Harley and it left Eloise giggly and happy yet almost empty.
Jess knew Harley in a different way. He was funny and intellectual. They had that part in common. But to explain all five of us would put me where I started. People would call me the same thing they always did.
I wasn’t crazy though. It was really. It all was. They were real. I say they, referring to my dreams, not the five of us. I knew it, Eloise knew it, and we all knew it. They were real.
I am not Eloise. That is simply who I am presumed to be. Eloise was chosen to be the person in the body. I am known as Eloise. I guess I am her. That is only because the others were pushed away.
The dreams were the only place I could see them. We knew each other so well. My parents called it night terror only because I would wake up screaming. We didn’t want to come back together. We wanted to be separate. We loved each other at the same time as we hated each other.
I assumed I would be called a freak and people would rush off when I was near. Perhaps they would point fingers like in all the films played in front of me. I wasn’t a part of a movie though but I was a part of a story. It may not have been my story, and I may not even play an important part. My story may have never been told but I was a part of one. We all were and we all knew it to be true.
But when I identified myself as my birth name, I started to forget. I stopped having the dreams and I stopped seeing them. I started to be Eloise and only Eloise, while the others were kept inside me.
Last night, that all changed. Eloise is twenty-nine and for years, she was identifying herself as only a fifth of who her body contained. Last night, for the first time in years, I had the dream. I saw them standing in front of me and I smiled.
When I closed my eyes, I was free. I am Eloise. I am Eloise and only Eloise, and I was free.
“I haven't seen you, in forever,” I said with mere tears in my eyes as I stared at Harley.
“I know, but you're here now,” Harly smiled with sweet simplicity.
“I love the chat and all, but if you haven't realized, there’s only three of us,” Jess, and his lashing green eyes, had my attention.
"Well, where are the others?" I laughed with nervousness.
"We don't know," Harley put her hand on my shoulder, "But we need to figure out where we are first."
"Huh, figure out where we are before we go rushing off with know idea where we are going," I didn't find Jess' sarcasm funny, "What a genius you are Harley."
"Jess, please," Harley snapped with rage.
I was first shocked on how fast she went from understanding to angry but then I remembered that she was always like that with Jess. They never seemed to like each other even though they knew eachother the best. They were constantly working together. When I was about five years old, I was at a preschool and this one kid came to me and told me I was crazy. Harley smiled with a condescending sort of respect.
"I am not crazy," Harley said. Then before she said anything else, Jess took over, "If I am crazy then you must be stupid because I know what I am talking about and you know simply nothing. If that makes me crazy then you are the-"
"Stupidest person I know," Harly cut in.
Even though they didn't like eachother, they agreed on all the same things and were both constantly trying to get a word in.
"So, where are we?" I looked around.
There were tall trees with purple leaves. The trunk was a redish color and was thick with texture. The sky was it's normal blue and it held the shining yellow sun like it always did. It was cool, though, a soft breese. The air smelled like rain and taisted like salt. I looked at the ground and found my bare feet. I felt the wet, greenish, stringy, grass. I smiled and look at Jess and Harley.
"I know where we are."
Napoleon’s Incomplete Dictionary!
A part of BrainTalks (Beta).
Impossible is a word to be found only in the dictionary of fools.
I must say, that’s a far-fetched generalisation. I just cross-checked, and every issue of Oxford got published with the term ‘impossible’, so did Collins and Merriam-Webster! These are dictionaries individuals, all across the globe, find reliable. And yes, I have one of them too. So, are we all-- fools?
Trying to take it in, in a much more spiritual sense of things, might be correct. No one in the world seems to attain all the wisdom. But he appeared to take it pretty literally, or at least, in a more philosophical sense of things. And yes, philosophy also consistently states that we are all unwise. But, it might be just me. However, fools seem a bit rude!
Let’s examine what’s specifically the enigma behind the word Impossible. Impossible means not able to occur, exist or be done. Or at least, Google says so. And Google is an honourable organisation! Now, what’s something that’s not able to occur, exist or be done? Let’s analyse!
One thing I am pretty sure about, we can’t travel at the speed of light!
Brain: But that’s if we are to relate it with present times. In the future, we might succeed in travelling at the speed of light.
Oh, alright! I will find something else. There are a lot of things that are impossible for us. Ha! We can’t travel back in time!
Brain: Seriously! The theoretical concepts of time travel are already promising enough. But with the current technological advances, time travel might be a pipedream for us. Yet, it’s certainly not impossible.
Yeah, you got that point. Maybe not time travel. How about telepathy? We all know that’s something for the movies.
Brain: You sure, though?
How about finding the edge of the universe?
Brain: Who knows? We might even find another universe at the far end! Haven’t you heard about the Multiverse theories?
How about travelling forward in time?
Brain: That might be easier than going backwards.
Maybe! How about surviving a plane-jump without a parachute?
Brain: Actually, yes! There are even records of people who have done that.
Holy, what the __!
Alright, alright, how about licking your elbow?
Brain: Should I send the link to the video?
No, please don’t. You are a bit rude, you know?
*After five long minutes*
You know what? I think I found something.
Brain: Yeah, yeah, I know you did.
How about telling someone that I love her?
Brain: Oh, please, that’s the easiest thing to do in the entire world! Just say what you, freaking, feel! Well, I do doubt the success in your case. Let’s be honest. You are horrible!
Oh! Thanks for that! That’s encouraging!
*After another five long minutes*
You know, this might be the most long-drawn conversation that we ever had after a long time.
How about hurting someone’s feelings and trying to take them back?
Brain: Well, the logical thing to do is talk to them. Now, if you mean that more literally, we have time travel behind the wraps. But I don’t think you have the capability to discover something that hard. The maximum amount of brain capacity that you have used yet is pathetic. I can see a decimal point and an infinite number of zeroes in that percentage. Should I find how many zeroes are in there?
Brain: Five, six, seven, eight.
I think I said no.
Brain: Fifteen, sixteen.
*A few moments later*
Brain: Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, a hundred thousand.
Are you done?
Brain: No, I don’t think I have finished the first page.
*Many moments later*
Brain: I never thought I would say this, but this is tiring.
Oh, thank you. I am glad that you, at least, decided to stop.
Brain: No! I haven’t. Unlike you, I am not lazy.
I think I found something.
Brain: Number of zeroes?
No. Something impossible.
How about unlocking the whole of your capabilities?
Brain: Oh, that might be impossible. For you, of course. I mean, even if we were to consider you, accidents can happen. You are a living example.
Are you stating that I am useless?
Brain: I thought that was only a fact.
I am going to die!
Brain: I don’t know why, but some part of mine says that’s possible.
#nonfiction Yeah, it was...
Well, first of all, sorry for tagging you thrice in the same post in the same week. It was not accessible every single time! Sorry! I hope it works this time around!
After a long, long time, here we go, a brand new chapter of BrainTalks ^-^ It had been so long since I added a new chapter into this book! And some of you might have noticed that I have changed the title of this book. Um, it’s a plan that I have in mind. Too many plans, I know XD But I have changed the synopsis, as well. It’s just, I found a better idea for this project, somewhere better this idea could develop into, so, I am just giving it a go :) Not anytime soon, though. I have some other things on the table first. Got two McKenzie chapters, two chapters of Something Wrong (Yeah, I know, it still exists...) and a novel to work on! So, it might take a bit longer before I get back into this. Anyway, as always, it’s your love that keeps me going, everyone. It’s what ignited the writing interests in me in the first place itself! So, lots of love, CS ^-^
*purely for comedic purposes*
And there is a piece of happy news. I think I just finished 18 revolutions around the Sun ^-^
No need to try to be that perfect girl
this ain't only your world
cause im already perfect the way I am
I don't need no dumb boy
All I can say is enjoy
you don't have to be a fan
Im perfect the way I am
I really don't care what you do
I am not your pearl
No need to be that girl
Cause Im already perfect the way am.
Prepare for the Elections!!! ^-^
Isn’t it crazy, this whole thing we are doing? It’s so crazy and exciting. We have a lot to do so I am going to make this as clear as possible.
We need to pick a basic plot so we all have the same goal. After the plot, we each have all the freedom on how to get there. We need a basis.
I know I have been asking you all to give your idea for the plot and have done so, many times but I am going to need you to do it again. This will be the last time. In one sentence give your idea then give the link to your plot entry- if you have one- and then tag everyone.
You all have a two-day deadline. Because of the time differences, I won’t give a day just an amount of time. You might want to put a timer for forty-eight hours- you don’t actually have to.
I’m going to say it again as clear as possible.
- You have two days to comment your idea for the plot. Don’t forget to give the link and tag our team.
Please no other comments other than the instructions so we can keep this clean and easy to read. If you have a question then you can PM me or Chacko_Stephen.
After two days we will move on to the election.
wooden stairs, weeds nestled in the slats. green and feathery, glorious things that flourish and wither away.
wind that weaves on the edge of a precipice, loose tangled threads that cause rocks to crumble and tumble onto shelves of stone.
a curved path, ambling and colliding with thin spears of grass, revealing a brilliant flash of orange.
a single poppy, bending in the breeze.
I just wanted to ask if anyone who sees this will pray for my puppy. She is a one year old labrador retriever and is currently very sick... She won't eat and will hardly drink... and what she did have in her stomach, she puked out. We aren’t sure if she will make it through the night... Thank you everyone.