The Story of Tomorrow

What will your verse be?

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[anadelecn]

Extraño es que me extrañen Y más extraño que extrañe yo. Porque por qué he de extrañar, Si ustedes no son extraños, Y por qué ha de ser extraño Que no los vaya a extrañar. Extraño es el que no está. Extraño es lo que no sucede. Y ustedes siempre estarán Porque a mi me sucedieron.

De León, para unos amigos que nunca voy a olvidar.

[anadelecn]

Secrets, secrets One must hide Secrets, secrets From the eye Tell me, tell me What you see Tell me, tell me I'll believe

Ana De León

[anadelecn]

I wake up Thinking Of the seed I once knew And the flower It became

Micro-poem #1, Ana De León

[anadelecn]

Be quick, say goodbye Because now we are living Only with stolen time Every beat, every breath, every thought It’s one that we robbed From someone who didn’t or that could not So we laugh, and we cry And we hold our mothers tight It’s all that we can do with borrowed time We don’t know when we’ll go When it’ll be the last chance To look in the eyes of a crying child And tell them it’ll be over soon Because we’ll have to repay All the time that we took And then someone else Will do as we did And live with the time that we had to give

Stolen Time, Ana De León

[anadelecn]

Everything that could been written about the sky has already been said Every hymn, every verse, every prose Has been craved into paper with pen and pencil, with paint and brush Except perhaps there is something hidden in time A word lost and found in space Perhaps there are a million words Number so big as the sky itself And perhaps thats why We never stop wiriting about The sky

The Sky, De León

[ms-mazarin]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

Edit: People, I’m an English and creative writing double major in college; I understand that there’s nothing wrong with simply using “said.” This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz. 

[writing-prompt-s]

#very helpful

[writing-prompt-s]

Bruce Wayne is on his death bed and Gotham is crime-free. Just as he’s about to die in peace, hell breaks loose and the city is in chaos. He dies but swears to do something about it from the afterlife.

[anadelecn]

“Bruce, listen, you can’t just get up and put on the costume again. You are on your death bed.”

“Screw you, I’m staying. Nobody’s saving Gotham except me.”

“I am not letting you go, again.”

A 90 year-old Bruce Wayne stared at the eyes of Death, and proceeded to glower at him.

“And you better bring back Alfred.”

Death sighed, “Fine.”

[writing-prompt-s]

The witch is buying first-borns to rescue them from shitty parents who sell their children.

[anadelecn]

To Erin, the lady pacing slowly up and down the establishment looked like an angel more than anything. She wondered how it was posible for someone to look as beautiful as her. In a land filled with diseases and almost no access to water, one ought to at least be covered in dirt, but this woman was spotless. She could be a princess, if princesses wore black tunics, necklaces made of bones and strode barefooted. She knew all princesses wore pink dresses and had beautiful shoes and sparkling jewelery.

Little Erin stood by her father’s side, a scrawny man with a sly grin. He owned a tavern, but was also a well known supplier for witchcraf and other lesser types of magic. 

“Found what you need m’lady?” asked her father with a small bow.

The woman made a disgusted face upon being called m’lady.

“I was told you knew where I could acquaire first borns.” she said with an arch of her brow, staring straight at her.

The little girl adverted her eyes as his father followed the woman’s gaze on her.

Her father laughed mischieviously, “Well, you see m’lady, she is of use here. Her cost would be higher.”

Erin’s eyes widened as she clung to his father’s clothes. She looked up to him and pleaded with her eyes not to send her away. She’d been a good girl, did everything her father asked of her, stayed quiet when she’d needed be. 

The woman’s eyes narrowed as she saw the shaking girl being pushed away by her father, “State your price.”

“50 silver coins.”

“Is the little girl a virgin?”

Her father laughed at that, “She’s ten years old, of course not.”

“Then her price is half as much. 25 silver coins.”

Her father did not hesitate, “Deal.”

As the woman handed him the money, Erin clung harded to him, “No, papa! You can’t send me away, please papa.”

He sneered at her, “Stop crying and go with the lady. She’ll care for you now.”

The woman yanked her away from her father and scorted her to the stairs that descended from the attic,where they kept all the witchcraft materials. She kept holding her arm all the way to the small cart stationed outside, pushed by a single horse.

Erin had heard of these things happening before. First borns had very powerful blood, but they weren’t usually bought so old, most witches prefeered using newly borns. It was unusual for someone her age to be used in a ritual, but not unheard of.

Once they were deep in the forest the little girl dared to speak, “Am I going to die?”

The woman laughed from where she was handling the reing of the cart, light and rich to the ears. She looked over her shoulder and Erin could see her smile softened her features, making her look very different from the woman earlier, the one made from glass.

“I am not going to kill you child. Quite the contrary in fact.”

“Then what will you do?”

“I will care of you.”

The girl shrieked, “You will what?”

The woman aquired a more serious tone, “When I was a child I was too sold off to some wizard. I was kept in his lair for several days until one of those he left and never returned. I know not what happened to him, but he left behind all his spell books and fortunately I knew how to read. I grew up to be quite the witch, but I never did like parents selling off their children. I may practice magic but I do not practice black magic.”

“So what do you want me for?” Erin asked sheepishly.

The lady gave her a smug smile, “After a few years of being alone in my huge castle, filled with dancing halls and gardens and so many rooms, I figured I could use some company. So I search the land for first borns who are sold for witchcraft, and take them to my palace, so they never have to suffer the fate I almost did.”

The little girl bounced excitedly in her place in the cart, “You have a palace? Do little animals live in your garden? Do you own many dresses? Are you princess?”

“Oh no little one, I am no princess. I live in the house of a lord that lived many many years ago and that I found empty. But you must know it is not empty anymore, you are not the first child I bring with me, not the last.”

The woman turned so she could stare at her fully before she spoke again, “I am hoping, with time, you will think of us as family.”

Erin smiled, maybe she was an angel after all.

[anadelecn]

What will your verse be?

De León