Moonlighthours

[writing-prompt-s]

A knight finds a tower in the middle of the woods. In residence is a dragon and a princess. He assumes that the dragon kidnapped the princess and is holding her hostage - but the opposite turns out to be true: the princess kidnapped the dragon. 

[b00kwoerm]

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING???" The high pitched scream stopped the knight in his tracks. But only for a second for there is still this gigantic fire breathing dragon in front of him. Not a second too late he jumped to the side to dodge the next attack.

"I asked you, what you think you're doing!" The voice now more quiet, but closer rang up again. He could see the person belonging too it, now. A princess, of course, small, with short brown hair, dressed in pink trousers and a sweatshirt with a cuddly teddy bear on it was staring at him from besides the beast.

"My Lady! Take cover! I will kill this beast and save you!"

"You will what exactly? You will... Oh come on Xentra, sit, down. You will kill her?" At her command the dragon stopped his (her?) attacks, lay down, put his head on his front paws and only stared at him with an dangerous gaze in her eyes.

"Why would you do that?" - "Because.. because.." suddenly at a loss of words he stared at this pair in front of him, not knowing if they are playing a trick on him. "Because it's a DRAGON?!!" "I know, obviously?" The princess didn't seem to understand his confusion, which deepend at the fact that now she was petting the beasts head, which was responded with a deep growling coming from its chest.

"But that's no reason to kill her. I don't go around killing your pets, do I? This is Xentra, my dragon. And if you would be nice, you would put away your sword and introduce yourself. She doesn't really like people going around with sticks, childhood traumata I think. But she is quite nice, if you let her."

He just stood there. The hand with the sword in it just dangling at his side, his gaze flickering between this 7m beast who could easily stamp him into the ground and this 1,60m girl, who in no ways is any dangerous except for the fact that she calls a dragon her pet, and he surrenders. Without another look he turns around, puts away his sword, gets up on his horse and leaves behind this place in which reality seems to be altered.

"Oh well." the girl turned to Xentra, shrugged, gave her a final clasp on her nose and walked back into her castle. "Seems that modernism still hasn't reached the fairy tales. Hopefully one day their will come a prince who is able to differentiate between the monster he sees and the real monster in this castle."

As she walks back, you can see a dark glimmer in her eyes that tells you, that the dragon isn't here to rptext her. It's here to protect everyone else. And if one day, some idiot kills it, you couldn't withstand the storm that it would cause. For there are few things more frightening than a kind girl who was pushed over the edge.

[writing-prompt-s]

The angel pulled the halo off of their head and snapped it in half. “It takes too much effort to be good,” they said. “What’s next?”

[b00kwoerm]

"The truth is: The good never wins. There will always be someone, willing to do everything in his power to full fill his own world view. But you see, my child, never ever stop being good. Because the other truth is: The evil never wins. There will always be someone who does good. Someone who cares. That's life. It's good. And it's bad. And everything in between. So when you stand before a choice, choose good. Always choose good. Because evil may never loose, but it will never win. Being on the side of evil brings darkness in your brightest hour. Being on the side of good brings light in your darkest times. Always choose light.

If you need to break your halo, carve horns from the halves and take someone on with them to be able to see it again, so be it. Just never forget to choose light."

"That's a weird advice from a demon. Aren't you the ones seeking darkness?"

"Honey..." a smile as dark as his reputation lit up Astriizes face. "we never seeked darkness. We just came here, because in darkness the faintest light is shining bright as the sun. So imagine how bright we're shining."

[writing-prompt-s]

You’re a HUGE musical theatre fan. You love tons of musicals, and you are absolutely obsessed with one musical in particular. One day you wake up and immediately notice something is different: you’re not in your room anymore. There’s a note on the end table that starts with the words to whoever is reading this now. According to the note, you are in your favorite musical. You have to keep a low profile and just pretend to be a background character, unless you were unlucky enough to become a main character, which appears to be the case for you. You cannot insert yourself into or mess up the storyline, and you have to play your character’s role properly. That sounds easy enough, until you see the bottom of the list of rules. At the bottom, the word SURVIVE is scrawled out in huge, messy letters. Write about how you survive this world, where more danger lurks at every corner than is shown onstage or even exists in the real world.

[b00kwoerm]

This shouldn't be so hard!! Really! How the hell does anyone survive here long enough to even sing one song, if not the dozen that are in this musical? This is not ducking Phantom of the Opera or Lion King or Hamilton where there are scumbags around every corner, trying to kill you. This is ducking Cats! Just a bunch of cats strolling around and singing songs about their professions. Why is it so hard to survive?

You can't even keep up with everything that is trying to kill you off stage. First the car, then the falling flowerpot, the dogs, the train, the two cats who - who knows why - hate you from deep within their soul, the man who had this net in his hands, from which you smelled nothing but death, and ran after you for like 2 hours (what is even going on, you should just lay low somewhere and enjoy the view, not run around and try to smart out all these serial killers!) and that was just the first act. Every time when you had to appear on stage (with is not quite as often as you now hoped for) miracously all these terrors disappeared and you could just peacefully sing your song.

But you still could feel them. In every corner not visible for viewers you saw their eyes. Felt their breath in your neck. Telling you to keep up your guard. Whispering that they will get you. There's the whole second act to kill you off. As they did with all the others. You saw their graves as you hid. You get a break right now, as everyone in the auditorium gets. But be assured. Everything that a cat has to fear will come to you. And you just started to realise, that it's so much more than you could've ever imagined. You start to realise:

Nothing compares to the terror humankind brings over the ones who can't protect themselves. If let off their leash, there's not monster worse out there. Just humanity and its ability to completely give up on themselves if they don't feel watched.

[writing-prompt-s]

The year is 2025. Humanity has destroyed most of the forests in the world, and Gaia, enraged, chooses one animal to bring justice to earth and murder the humans that are unworthy of nature. However, to do so, the animal needs to have great stocks of energy in their body to sustain the great power they’d carry. Gaia scratches her head, thinking if possums or raccoons would be a good idea, until it comes to her.

Sloths.

[b00kwoerm]

At first mankind laughed. "Sloths?" Their mouths formed wells of contempt. "How could they ever kill us." But they failed to realize that it were never sloths they were up against, it was Gaia herself. And She knew, what she did when she decided on sloths. They were not fast, but neither were humans, when they hunted other animals down. You don't need to be fast. You just need to be patient. And sloths have perfected patience.

They came mostly nights. It's just easier, when the prey is sleeping. You couldn't hear them. Being slow has its advantages. But when they arrived, not one of their victims left the scene alive. Not a single one of them. Pierced by claws, as long as a man's hand, bitten down by teeth which were meant to wear down leaves gnawed through their flesh down to the bones.

Mankind began to tremble. They fought back, they killed sloths where ever they saw them. But Gaia had back up troups. Sloths were brought away by wolves, they lay low in fox holes, they were flown by eagles. Nothing could stop them for you cannot stop nature. Mankind had forgotten, but Gaia showed them why their is still the word about cruelty of nature going around.

But Gaia didn't stop there. She brought back THEM. The first sloths. Megatherium. Mankind never stood a chance. Six meter long, six tons heavy, they hunted down all humans who thought to kill their little brethern. And that was when humanity finally understood. They weren't here because they were the peak of creation. They were here because Gaia allowed them to. They were here because she doesn't like killing fruits of here creation. They were here because they were part of nature. But now Gaia decided that she doesn't want them anymore. She decided that at some point you must cut of one ill branch before it spreads to the whole tree. And so she did.

And mankind fell. Like a cut off branch. It fell without anyone to listen. For no one cared for them. No one wanted to listen. For too long mankind tried to shut them down. Now they had no one to speak up for them.

In the end Gaia won. Gaia always wins. Maybe one day she will create something like humanity again. But by then the sound of the branch that fell in the forrest with no one around will long be forgotten.

[writing-prompt-s]

65 million years ago, dinosaurs ruled the earth…everything we’ve ever known about them is wrong. Paleontologists are baffled… then horrified when someone finally asks the question, what the hell really killed them?

[b00kwoerm]

What killed them?

They did.

They?

Yes. They themselves did.

But... How?

The same way we will one day. Because they were too sure about themselves. They thought, they could rule the world without acknowledging all the other creatures living here, without thinking about the nature all around them. They thought they would rule forever. But forever is just a other word for every tomorrow and we don't live there. We live in today. And there they were killed. Because nature endures a lot. It really does. You can take so much from her, and she still has to give. But they always forget...

Forget what?

That nature is about balance. Moon and sun. Water and fire. Wind and earth. Nothing overtakes, for what's left if it does, is death. So it has to keep a balance. But the dinosaurs forgot that. As every rising nation since then at some point did. As we do today. We forget, that there is a balance. And if we tip the scale off to much, it will swing back. And with such force, that it will eliminate most of the reason why it had to counterbalance. So they took and took and took and one day the scale swung back.

Yeah, but what killed them?

A lot of the killing was themselves. One against the other, brother against sister, mother against son, father against daughter, family against family. If you lived too long out of greed, it will consume you whole. And the rest was done by the next empire. The next race who got their chance to rise to the top and make it better. Because if you suppress, there is always someone who takes the chance to rise to the top, of the suppression lessens. It hasn't changed a bit over the centuries. Isn't that sad? We have learned nothing. We are still killing ourselves. Today with climate change and war and lies. But it's the same as dinosaurs. One day we will be vanished, gone from this earth and the next race gets its chance. I surely hope, they will do better. They will appreciate the life, they were given, they care for other creatures as much as for themselves, they don't fall for the trap that greed is. But I doubt it. In the end all that survives is nature. Because nature doesn't die, just because one spezies does. It doesn't die if a billion spezies die. It just changes. One day, a spezies will come that changes with nature. Then there will be peace. But until then, empires will fall. As the dinosaurs. As the Romans. As the Maya. As the British. As the American. As the Mongolian. As the Chinese. Empires will fall. Just watch them crumble. They will kill themself.

[writing-prompt-s]

One day, a gigantic, ethereal being descends onto Earth and confronts all of mankind. It asks the People of Earth to summarise the entirety of humanity with one simple story, and if the story doesn’t satisfy It, the entire planet will be obliterated. A young writer embarks on a journey around the world, studying humans in all their forms. What will their tale be?

[b00kwoerm]

"Come closer, my dears." The once young girl now was old. With a croaky voice and trembling hands. She looked like a willow tree bend down by time. But when you looked into her eyes, as everyone around her, including IT, did, you could see sparks, brighter than the sun and suddenly her age melted away.

"Come closer and listen to my story. I traveled around the world, to satisfy you." Her eyes layed on the ethereal being in their middle without any fear or anger. "I've seen far more than most people, have met more people than I could ever count and here is the story, the summary, you asked of me." She folded her hands in her lap, as she looked at her audience. Young and old, big and small, healthy and ill, all of them have come, to see this moment, when the end of the world will be decided. Everyone of them not daring to breath too loud, yet alone say a word which could disturb her story. All of these lives in front of her and all of them depending on her story. Every other person would say they looked at her fearful. But every other person has not seen what she did. They have not seen the darkness inside each of them. The ability of human kind to completely forget humanity and kill other humans, torture them, place them in jail, destroy them with pure words, spoken in anger or cold hate. They have not seen the destruction they bring, the coldness of money as it seems to destroy every slight chance of feeling sorry for their victims.

But they also haven't seen all the light. The healers, the ones which love every creature with such a force that they fight for every one of them as if they were family. The ones which love each other so fiercely, that they have the power to stand up against all the hate from around. The ones helping each other even if they have nothing themself. The ones who hold the hands of anyone dying, if there is no one else and who give as much consolation as they can. The children who ask so many questions and look at this world with eyes full of wonder. The old ones, who have seen so much and still laugh and love and deny to give up on this world. In every war you should watch for the helpers. There are always helpers.

All these thoughts went through her brain, as she watched them and could only see one thing: Hope.

"Let me tell you a story," she began "its as old as this world and as new as if it was never told before. It's the story of a boy and his love. There's always a boy and there's always love, you should know. The world spins around it, even so it may seem otherwise. And so does this story. So there's a boy and there's his love. And then there's hope. And that's where it all became complicated... "

[writing-prompt-s]

It’s doomsday and the world is about to explode. When it does, you’re the only survivor. You float in darkness for a while then you snapped your fingers on instinct and the big bang kinda happened. 

[b00kwoerm]

They say, the world was created in seven days. Well that isn't the whole truth. There are no days where I'm living. No time, no way to count how much of it has flown by. Just me and this sandbox of molecules in front of me, ready to be everything I want. Of course there were some fails. My bad. Who would know that such small changes could swift the whole fate of the earth. Actually you should have seen my other planet. Earth is holding on quite nicely compared to them. Good, I have to tell that a lot of my experiments weren't well thought out. I mean dinosaurs? Or this poor animals that joined mankind and now has to live in cages or shelters... I should have probably made them stronger than that, but I'm still learning. I mean the sixth day hasn't past yet.

You wouldn't think that I am already finished with mankind, would you? 'On the sixth day he created Adam and Eve' Do you really think I'm finished yet? I'm still testing. You can just hope I don't decide that you're a fail just as the dinosaurs. I had at least six dynasties in different parts of earth, but they all failed due to one basic human failure: greed. I couldn't get it out of them. If this generation fails too, I will start from scratch. There's just so many times you rebuild your Lego house before breaking it down to nothing and start again.

[writing-prompt-s]

Gods has officially irked humanity to the point of them inventing a new product…“God Spray,” clearing pesky divine presences from your home 100% of the time!

[b00kwoerm]

It started of as a joke. Someone finally had enough and wanted to get rid of all this "God-stuff" in his home. Including the omnipotent lookout belonging to the Christian God. So he made this spray. It was a hit on Kickstarter. Nobody really believed it would work, even so the one inventing it spent a lot of time prepping the ingredients. But it was fun to think, that God would be banned out of your house just by a spray.

The thing now is: It works. No divine presence in your home whatsoever. And though that is exactly what the inventor hoped for it to be, it turned out to be the biggest nightmare humanity has faced uot o this point.

It clears all divine presences. Not just christian. All of them. And humanity learned just how many gods watched over them. The older the house the bigger the influence. The old wardrobe who just needed a bit of could talk to open up all his drawers suddenly doesn't open at all. Turns out the God spray turned away the god of things nearly broken, who just wanted a few nice words as reward for him keeping the wardrobe in the balance between working and broken.

The old bowl in which Mom always made her soup because she swore, it just tastes best when it's made in this one, suddenly cracks. The fairy living in it, loving cooking and baking and living from just a few drops of each meal made in it, left the house.

The stairs which always creaked but where silent when the little boy needle to get to the kitchen to get a late night cookie, don't make differences between people anymore, creaking all the time now. The ghost in them, who loves children and finds joy in hearing their laughter, had to leave this house he was living in for the last centuries.

All of them and a lot more, had to leave. And human felt the loss. Some didn't feel much until that one day, when they just can't fall asleep, because the lullaby from the trees no longer appears. No fairy let the sound through the windows. Some felt it from the first second. Especially the children. They asked a lot of questions. 'Why did my friends have to leave? When will they come back? Why were they crying? The house is so empty!' But adults never listen to their children. So they learned the hard way.

There where only few spaces left, where you could sence God. Divinity at all. Churches (of all religions). Graveyards. Some old houses which owners didn't care for divine presence. But in the big cities? It leaked outside to. And humanity learned that a world with God isn't always fair and sunny and peaceful. But a world without God? Believe me, you don't wanna know.

Yes "God Spray" worked. But when I look around me now, all I see are burned down cities. There are only few people left, after the third world War. Their was no house miraculously saved, no bomb, that didn't go of, no atom bomb not being thrown because at the last minute someone had a change of heart. No, there was no godly intervention at all and mankind found out, that without it, they really are the ones destroying this earth.

"God Spray" worked and a time without gods has come. But the thing is, after seeing what happens without them, we want them back. So now the people left try to find out, how to reverse the effect. They go to churches and pray, hoping to get an answer. The only thing now is: The gods don't want too anymore. They didn't ask for much, but even that was too much for us, and when we banished them, they decided to leave us. I hope that one day someone will touch their heart again, so that we can talk again. We don't need gods to be good, we really don't. But we need gods for all the small miracles keeping our life's together so that we can choose good. Because if everything is falling apart, choosing bad is so much easier. And human kind almost always goes with the easy way. So if you read this: Don't banish gods. They are helping you in a lot of small and sometimes even in big ways you may not yet see, but will surely appreciate, when you don't get them anymore. Believe me. I did.

[writing-prompt-s]

“There have been rumors that the pond over there can show you your greatest fear. It’s false. I can assure you, I’ve visited it myself. The only thing there was my own reflection.”

[b00kwoerm]

You looked at this man, no, this boy, because even so he may be 18, the eyes that looked at you were the ones of a small child, begging you to make the world okay again.

"I'm so sorry." you say as you lay your arms around him and hug him as hard as you could. "I'm so sorry for what they did to you." He seems surprise. You couldn't see his face, but you feel his body tighten up as if he expected something different, as if being touched meant being hurt, as if noone ever showed him, that being touched may mean being loved. And the thing that absolutely broke your soul was : That's probably the truth. Nobody ever showed him love or compassion. You knew it the second he came in. You could read it in his pose, his whole body, even so he just came in, ready to leave as soon as there may be a threat. You could feel it in his handshake that, even so he offered it first, felt as if he would prefer not to shake your hand after all. And of course you could see it in his eyes, that held up such a great wall behind them you were surprised this man even could walk with it in his mind and wasn't crushed by its weight.

From the very beginning you knew: This one is just an inch away from breaking. And when he does, the whole world will mourn his hurt.

"... the pond over there can show you your greatest fear. It's false. I cna assure you, I've visited it myself. The only thing there was my own reflection."

You look at this 18 year old boy, with eyes that begged you to explain this world to him, for he doesn't understand it anymore, and you feel your soul crack.

"It works." you tell him. "I'm so sorry, my dear, but it works. But you know what? It's okay to be afraid. It may show you your greatest fear and maybe this greatest fear may be yourself, but noone ever said that this fear will break you, swallow you, kill you. It may. But now you have the advantage. You know it. And everything is less scary, the more you learn about it. So learn about yourself. Go out with yourself. Have fun trips, learn your other fears, learn what makes you happy, learn what makes you sad. Watch a sad movie and treat yourself with ice cream after. Take a long hot bath, just because you deserve it. Learn to love yourself. And I know, this will take so much courage, because no one wants to face their fear. But believe me, it's worth it."

The young man shook his head. "I can't." he said. "I don't know how to..." his voice fading away the words not leaving his mouth, dying in his throat. Love. He wanted to say. But how could he.

You knew from the moment he came in, that he barely ever received love. How should he show it. But the amazing thing about human kind was: Love isn't something you need to learn. You have it in you. Always. It may be buried under fear and hate and anger, but it is still there. And that you will show to this young brave man. Because he is brave. He is here, with you after all. If he weren't, you couldn't help him. But he made the first step, coming to the witch in town, who knows all the secrets in the world, as the people like to whisper, so you can help him on the long way he now has to go.

"It's okay." you smile, as you hold him close in your arms. "You're not alone anymore."

[writing-prompt-s]

You’re literally unable make promises you can’t keep.

[theevilcactus]

Forget promises you can keep, I’d use this to prove facts about the universe.  “I promise that string theory is true.”  Imagine the power you’d have, to know that if you said it it must be true.

[b00kwoerm]

But it doesn't say "all your promises come true" it says that you "can't make promises you can't keep". So you'd be unable to say "I promise that string theory is true" it wouldn't come out of your mouth.

[writing-prompt-s]

A king sends his best knight to save his daughter from a savage tribe of barbarians. Problem is: She doesn’t want to go back.

As the knight arrives, he expects a delicate, frightened, young woman, but finds instead a tough, stubborn, warpaint-covered huntress, that was accepted into the tribe soon after her kidnapping. Much to the knight’s confusion and dismay.

[b00kwoerm]

"But... you were kidnapped!" You gasped, trying to get the words out as you're hanging upside down from the tree where the trap has gotten you.

"Do I look kidnapped?" the amused voice came from 10 feet away, somewhere in the bushes. Then the girl which belongs to the voice stepped out of them. Well, girl is maybe the wrong word for her. Warrior is more fitting. The statue lean, her outfit camouflaging her in the forest. All leather and dark colors. Nothing that would make her standing out in the dark. In her hands was a bow and when you could see it correctly, there's a twohander sticking out behind her back. But what you cannot look away from is her eyes. Filled with part amusement, part cautiousness, she looks at you, no, examines you.

Suddenly you're very aware, what you must look like. A man, dressed in light armor, wearing dark blue colors, dangling from a tree, bound around his ankles with a tight rope. A horse standing nearby, calmly eating grass (traitor!).

"Do I look like I've been kidnapped?" She asks again. Of course you recognized her voice when she asked you, what you want in their territory. But you never would've imagined her like this. "No." You're finally able to say. "Actually not really. But your father wants you back home! He thinks you're kidnapped. Wouldn't it be nice to live in a big castle again? Not worrying about survival? Having enough to eat and a roof over your head?" As you're talking she's surrounding you. Near enough for you to see her, far enough away that every try to reach for her must fail. As she reaches your horse, she pets him, gently babbling words in his ear you aren't able to identify but are sure are things such as 'honey, good boy, you're a good one.' "Well." She turns her attention back to you. "Then inform father, that I am save and happy and that he doesn't need to worry. Maybe I'll visit him someday."

"But..." As you start trying to get free from the rope, seven figures appear around you, everyone holding a bow with an arrow on it, pointing to the ground, but you have no doubt, that if you make one wrong lovey the will stick in your flesh. So you stop your tries, they wouldn't have helped you anyway.

"No buts." Her voice was now firm, and you could sense an growing anger in it. "I am as free as I've never been. I don't want to go back. I am happy. I am save. I live a life I could only dream about in the castle, and yes it's hard and sometimes I wish for a nice bed, or a tub filled with warm water, but I like it here. They" she points at the figures around you "protect me and I protect them. Everything is good."

"But." You don't really know where you want to go with this sentence. After all you can kinda understand her. "But you're a princess!"

"Yes I am. And as such I should be able to live the life I want, not the life I got." With this words she turned around. "Cut him down and lead him back. Make sure, he doesn't come after me. I hope father gets the message this time."

The seven figures nodded.

"Yes, Snow White."

[b00kwoerm]

I was just wondering about the purebloods, not knowing a thing bout modern technology and stuff. How the hell do they hide in our society. And then I thought about this other group of people, who life all over the world, not knowing stuff about modern society and forbidding their own to learn it.

Not saying that all Amish people are wizards, but....

[writing-prompt-s]

In classic kid fashion, a large chunk of the holidays’ letters are delivered to the underworld instead of the north pole. While Satan may not enjoy being one letter swap away from the holliest, jolliest gift-giver around, this year he decides to answer the letters. When Santa goes out on his yearly rounds, he discovers he’s not the only one delivering gifts to children across the globe anymore, and that may not necessarily be a bad thing.

[b00kwoerm]

[writing-prompt-s]

you have the ability to see a phrase above people’s heads that give you insight to their personality. usually thinks like “gentle giant” and “hopeless romantic” appear, but one day you find someone with no phrase at all

[b00kwoerm]

"A definition shuts down the possibility to change." They tell you when you ask. You never heard that. But when you think about it it's true.

[writing-prompt-s]

You’ve been transported into the world of your favorite story. It is, without a doubt, the worst thing that has ever happened to you

[b00kwoerm]

It's a dream come true. It really is. The thing everybody forgets:

Nightmares are dreams too.

There's only so much information about a world you can put in a story. Even if it's stretched over a not to small number of books. There's still so much left out for the sake of the dramaturgy.

Let's be honest: In mostly all books we follow the hero. And he may fail and he may stumble but in the end, he gets through and ends in glory and love and victory and whatever good you can think of. And that's fine, it really is. But when you think about it: You only get to see the big plot. Never the day to day live. No one goes to the toilet to take a piss. No one eats, only when they have a conversation over diner. And that's every two weeks maybe. When a journey of two weeks just takes the hero from one point to another without itself being interesting, it takes two sentences for the time gone by. Well to bad, I can't do that. This world is terrible. It's brutal out there when you're not the main plot.

Because either you somehow cease to exist when the hero is not nearby (I can tell you, it's impossible to talk to people when they only answer when the protagonist of the story is standing around the corner. One time he went somewhere in the middle of the sentence. My conversation partner was completely gone. And I mean he vanished. And appeared two weeks later when the main character decided to show up again in that corner.) or they are by some subplot bound to the hero and have just him in mind. Not even necessarily friendly, some are his enemies, some his friends, some his family. But they all have one thing in common: They keep existing, when he is away, but they only have him as their theme. And somehow that's even more annoying. I liked the story. I mean, it's my favourite series. But somehow living it? Never do that. It ruins everything.

Authors can cut all the stuff out that's unimportant for the reader. They let go of so much. Which is great for the reader. But in a world where you want to live in? It doesn't work. Because even so it's annoying and stressful and time consuming, we need all the small acts. The 10 minute routine in the morning, before we get out of bed. The detailed trip description, mostly meaning: we walked, than we saw a bush, we walked further, a red tree, we got horses, we rode.. you get the idea. It's boring and no one would wanna read about it. But for our living this is important. Because we learn to exist in these moments. We learn to live with our own silence. We learn to carry the weight of boredom on our shoulders. We develop patience for times when nothing happens. And that is so necessary for us humans. So yes.

A dream came true, when I was able to live in my favourite story. But let me tell you:

Sometimes a wish not granted is the best thing that can happen to you.

[b00kwoerm]

Never let somebody die because you loved them to little.

words I didn't say no. 7

[writing-prompt-s]

For thousands of years, people thought God was the good guy and Satan was the evil lord. But, something happens that changes everyone’s views, now they must go and seek for Lucifer’s help.

[b00kwoerm]

There is just one God

You heard it before

But never realised

The sign at his door

It doesn't spell God

The way you thought it would

But completely different

not in a way it should

For centuries you praised him

Whose name you thought to know

Whose will you thought to recognize

In the sky above and Earth below

But looking at it

From perspective after the fall

You realize

You don't know him at all.

You praised the wrong God

And damned the right

And now you have to beg his mercy

After years of damaging his side.

I hope you learned to worship

For now you need it most.

When God is the one who destroyed you

It's Lucifer who has to save your soul.