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Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. (for ella or paul lol up 2 u!)
Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.
[Ari -> Paul 😤] You’ll never guess who’s killing it at karaoke tonight!!
[Ari -> Paul 😤] Did you guess Ida? It’s Ida.
[Ari -> Paul 😤] You’ll never guess who caught it on video 😊 and you’ll never guess who’s willing to share.
@rushingbrontide
backstreets
backstreets: what was your muse's first heartbreak?
Watching Raya watch Alex instead of her.
@oftowers
would you rather be able to talk to animals or be able to walk on water?
Well, I’ve already got Jesus to walk on water for me, so talking to animals.
@sleepy-struggles
independence day
what is/was your muse's relationship like with their parents? do they keep in touch now?
“Is this for real? Fucking hell...” He huffs, visibly annoyed by the question because he doesn’t want to remember the relationship with his father, nor his mother’s fate thanks to him. “Mom and I spent a lot of time together, she was my anchor. My father... well, he was just a fucking alcoholic, he didn’t like me, never cared about me.“
Meliorist Optimist
Rebuild, restart, turn back the clock before nature does it for us. Do what we can here, what we can there. Make small steps that have long lasting results.
Plant all that is green, giving back after all we have taken away. Recultivate the scorched Earth so that we both man and animal can harvest what we need from it. Redirect efforts to reuse all materials that can be broken down, melted, molded, shaped and repurposed so that to make any more waste will become a non factor in our everyday lives.
Restructure our minds as well as our hearts to look to what may be best for us all and not only a few. What will be best to keep us alive going into an unknown future, rather into watching us kill ourselves a little more every day.
Breathe that mountain air, take in the pollution into our lungs. Wonder why all that we've lived on and for after so many generations is causing our down fall. So afraid of change, not willing to see another way until being forced to.
We must face the facts, if we don't correct our current path, we will only become even more lost. Each step we take leaves a bigger print than we realize. Thus, as each print multiplies so to do our duties to each other as a species. Can we get better, I think we can if only we are all willing to put in the effort to save our own lives...
Image: google.com/ human effort can make the world better pics
Let me know what you think and pass the thought along.
@writerscreed prompt 142: meliorist
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The bearded barista gives me a large coffee instead of the medium I ordered.
“You look like you need it. Have some extra,” he says.
I put a dollar tip into the jar by the register.
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I am now wide awake.
On the highway, I let two cars cut in line at the toll booth.
“Is that enough karmic payback?” I ask Stacy.
She is busy in the passenger seat, watching herself in the selfie cam of her phone while putting on lipstick. Without looking up she says, “You can’t think of the cosmic balance of good deeds in that way.”
“So how should I think about it?”
She puckers her lips into a kiss and takes a picture of herself as we leave the toll booth. “Some way other than that.”
She shows me the picture, briefly distracting me from the road. “How do I look?”
“Cute. And dangerous.” I answer.
“Thank you. Now consider this. You just gave me a compliment. I now feel good about myself, and the universe is a little bit better.”
“That still doesn’t answer my question.”
“Let life answer your question, my friend.” She peers out the windshield and says, “Get over now, it’s this exit.”
I do as she says.
An Evening of Ponderings at the Theatre
Three figures sit in the room.
[ STOP ]
What do you see?
The room can be dark, or lit, to varying degrees by any sort of light source. How large is the room? What is its shape? Where is each figure in the room, and how do they sit?
[ CONTINUE ]
One figure is THE MELIORIST (as M), one is THE DETERIORIST (as D), and one is THE PROJECTIONIST (as P).
[ STOP ]
How do you know this?
[ CONTINUE ]
M smiles a knowing smile, while D repeatedly bangs his knee. Someone takes a picture.
[ STOP ]
W---
[ 《 S{ € +o??|°,
...just stop. Fade this whole scene right off and away.
A young boy, of about eleven, appears on the now-blank screen. He walks to the edge, and jumps down easy.
"I don't know what kind of adventure this is, but lots of people think that I'm maybe M? And I can be human sometimes, and I make all sorts of things better!
"I think you were watching something all weirdy, and it might have asked some good questions? But I don't know where it was going, or how it fit what you really wanted?
"Anyway, it was a short adventure I think now, and even though I interrupted it all rude-like, I hope you had lots of fun!"
With that, J ("Right! Yay!") bounds off to... to... somewhere else..., leaving a dark and empty theatre.
[ END ]
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with apologies to @fakesurprise
The meliorist strained
from head to toe, but problems
would not yield, try, try
as he might, it would take fight
and dedication for change.
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D W Eldred
