#prologe

[spamton-g-spamton-cyberworld]

FUCK… I just got AN EVICTION NOTICE??? I’ll be living in a dumpster??? And those addisons aren’t even like helping me. I’m literally done, I don’t have enough money for this shit, that guy on the phone left me. I feel like shit, I can’t make any money without that idiot…

[elementsofmyreligion]

Ok, so I noticed something.

The garden at the palace looks very much like the garden at Versailles in France.

@thearcanagame

[brighter-side]

if you wanna know where this story beguns youll need to this page from my friend @analogically-prinxiety. read it as if it were the prologue.

actually is.... enjoy

[lifestooshorttobecool]

HEY GUYS I DID A LITTLE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST THING I WOULD BE DOWN IF YOU TOOK A LISTEN KAY BYE

[untrust-au-lior]

The Stones that crush my Lungs

They stood before the small cave and stared at its entrance.

They should go in.

It would be safer than sleeping outside.

He turned to look at his pony for guidance, but as usual Frido seems occupied with eating the gras growing at the caves gaping maw. His mind lost in thoughts about how the pony must be overjoyed to have fresh gras in abundance now, his legs move without their permission. Making their decision for them. It’s a good decision, a smart one and still everything inside them screams to run as far away as possible.

And suddenly it is dark. Lior hates the dark. Not every kind of dark. No, the dark of night can be quiet and full of peace and calm, the soft satin like dark of sleep was comfortable, if not peaceful as of late. But this was the darkness only found in stone, stone deep underneath the surface, stone that has never seen light save maybe that of a lantern. The lantern. He should have a lantern! They always bring a lantern when it’s going to be dark.

There lies the answer to a question they didn’t even begin to formulate. Where are they? Now they know. Under thick layers of stone on stone, they are in a stone dark tunnel, they are alone and moving isn’t an option when they well know their leg is wretched beneath a stone. It had been a hallucination. All of it. The gras, the mountains he and Frido wandered through. Of course, his last thoughts would be of that bent little thing, the only true friend he had in all those stone dark hours, that stubborn pony that had refused to die despite all the mines danger. Refused to die even though no one had…

Then suddenly he couldn’t breathe. Heavy old stone was pressing all air out of his lungs. This wasn’t the way he was supposed to die down here. They were supposed to die of starvation, having strayed too far from the busy main tunnels. Here in the abandoned old tunnels no one would find them. But that wasn’t at all what was happening. Something was crushing them from above. A tunnel collapsing. But these tunnels didn’t do that. They were old and strong, and the ceiling was reinforced and… They looked up. There was moss on the ceiling. Moss shouldn’t grow down here.

Lior blinks and when he opens his eyes, he finds themselves on their hands and knees. Their leg free from the stones, no debris burying him, the cool air filling his lungs again. He was in a cave entrance. A combination of night and stone dark surrounding them with the night dark outnumbering the stone dark by far. And there he was too, their little friend: Frido looking at him curiously, all fur and mane dark. His heart racing and still pounding they get up and find Fridos head and pet it to calm themselves.

He wasn’t in the mine, and he hadn’t been buried under the rocks after all. They were in a cave entrance surrounded by the darkness of night and fur and just a slither of the stone dark. He was far away from home now. Too far to turn back, too far to change his mind. Maybe that was lucky. That way he didn’t have to make a choice. They weren’t good at those anyway.

No, they weren’t dead… just withered.

Now beta read! I changed some suff around but mostly it's the second paragraph. I think I'm more happy with it now.

[mariesunflowerchild]

♥ 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 ♥

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"𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢"

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WELCOME TO HELL. 

was written in bold letters, she glanced softly to her left. demons were fighting, the usual. “meh,” she walked towards dorothy dvořák’s inn now hiring !, the inn looked like a mansion, it has a worn-down pink coat, and it looked quite cozy. daisy deadpanned and entered the inn, “hello, welcome to dorothy dvořák’s inn, how may i help-” the ravenette woman stopped in her tracks. she gasped “cut the bullshit dorothy.” daisy said  her gaze tilted; revealing her sky blue eyes which were tainted by a blood-red hue. “it's been a while. hasn't it..” dorothy trailed off. “i'll call the gang…” she offered, stammering as looked at daisy for approval. daisy sighs, “alright.”  

THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY WAS MY BOYFRIEND

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“long time no see.” the drunken demon said, barely awake, “daisy! it has been a while hasn't it!” the communist said reaching in for a hug. daisy moved herself back. “don't touch me.” she ordered tord looked at her. his fake smile dropping slightly, “oh don't be like that old friend!” he said smiling. “yeah. okay.” daisy deadpanned. “are you even daisy? you act nothing like her.” tom said drunkenly, “i think blowing up would change my outlook on life too.” edd said, “alright so, why were we all asked here? i have things to do-” he was interrupted. “yeah! and i have..bars to visit!” tom chimed in. “you disgust me.” tord said, cringing at the site of tom. “same goes for you...you damn commie!” tom insulted, “you wound me.” tord said dramatically, matt hugged daisy, she hugged back, “long time no see! woah, your eyes!” “yeah..i know” daisy sighed “i’m in the limbo between demon and angel, considering my actions killed and hurt hundreds but my actions also saved billions.” she glanced at tord and dorothy. dorothy sighed, “yeah. we know,” dorothy futily attempted to end this part of the conversation, daisy took notice of this and ended her statement, tom however, spoke up. “you’re not daisy!” he said, ya know..drunkenly. daisy looked at him boredly. “for the love of god thomas, i am daisy,” she groaned, “just..less stupid.” she added, a bit too soft for her liking. “well my daisy doesnt look like she just got out of hot topic!” “lol hypocrite.” tord chimed in, “lol yah.” door agrees with her h u s b a n d “whatever!”  tommie the drunkie drunkie said, “i’m leaving! i got places to see anyway!” he yelled, daisy looked at him, her head tilting slightly. “please do.” she waved him off  and turned her attention to tord,edd,dorothy, and matt. tom felt quite hurt by her statement so he reluctantly left, out of spite.

DOROTHY TRIES TO HELP TOM 

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“my god she hates you.” dorothy snorted, tom deadpanned and scowled. “shut up..” he mumbled, sinking into the couch looking for a bit of warmth or comfort. “you look so pathetic...uggghhhhhh.” dorothy complained, “i need to get you two together again.” she complained, once again. “how though?” he asked. For once putting down his remedy to sadness, alcohol.  “i dunno man..how’d ya get together the first time?” dorothy asked, wiping one of her inn’s bar glass cups. “i mean..i really don’t know..” he chuckled, smiling at the memory. “Well that’s corny..” dorothy snorted once again. tom snapped out of his fantasy. “shut up..” “i genuinely feel bad for you two..you guys made such a cute couple..” dorothy sighed, “you two need couple therapy. That’ll help-no, hell’s therapy is absolute shit- wait! i do have a couple associates in heaven i’ll ring them up.” dorothy offered, trying her best to not be a shitty friend “i appreciate your help dorothy..but it’s no use, she really hates me.” “don't say thaaaaattt, she just loathes your existance.” “well that makes it so much better.” he said sarcastically, “yeah yeah, hey she’s warming up to you..last time we meet..what was it? 30, 300..maybe 350 years ago? Yeah..that. she wouldn’t talk to you, sad, really. tord and i..fixed things, and things have been good, you two should try that.” she handed him diet smirnoff. “Thanks.” he took the cup, and immediately spat that shit out. “what the- is this diet!? dorothy! are you trying to poison me!?” “yes, i am. snap out of itttt! where’s that edgy asshole from 400 years ago at? Hell has softened you my guy.” “i’m..! i’m..still me! just..not as much of a prick.” “oh trust me, you’re still a prick.” “hey!” he defended. “i heard you’re having relationship problems, dear friend.” the communist demon spoke. “what do you want.” tom spat, tord wrapped his arm around dorothy’s waist. “oh. nothing, just wanted to see how my dear old friend was holding up.” “get out of here commie, you’re the last person i want to see.” tom cringed, tord put his hand on tom’s shoulder, squeezing it, “oh but..we’re friends now..aren’t we?” he asked, grinning devilishly, showing his shark like teeth. “like hell we are!” Tom shot up, forcefully removing Tord’s hands from his shoulder. “dorothy, i appreciate your attempt to help but this is something i need to do by myself. i’ll talk to you later.” Tom said, apologizing with his hands and then leaving. “did you really have to do that..” Dorothy told her husband, Tord however grinned. “but he was stealing time away from us!” he defended himself, “you do realize that we were talking for 30 minutes, right?” dorothy chuckled,  “blah blah, 30 minutos more like 30 years!” tord exclaimed, “yeah yeah.” dorothy replied, sinking into tord.

 TOM KNOWS WHAT HE NEEDS TO DO

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you know shit is bad when you consult your enemy’s closest friends, “lemme guess. trouble on cloud 9?” the man with the thicc eyebrows asked, also known as pau. “yeah..i guess you could say that.” Tom replied, taking a sip of his smirnoff, lol alcoholic loser. “i’m having some issues with daisy? i’m sure you’ve met her.” “ah yes, daisy. lovely girl, how is she holding up?” pat asked, “fine..i guess, we don’t talk much.” “so trouble on the cloud it is then.” pau sipped his tea, pat put his arm on pau’s shoulder. “tell us, what’s going on?” pat said, “alright so, ya know how..the commie pretty much doomed england and daisy died to save the damn country?” both pau and pat’s faces darkened. “yes we know, it was quite the tragedy. seeing her die so young,” “tell me about it. if it wasn’t for that stupid commie we’d still be alive..and together..” tom mumbled, “ah well, we’re both guilty too to an extent.” pau replied, sipping his tea, furrowing his eyebrows. “We, as you most likely know; followed tord around, serving along with Dorothy as his companions.” pat nodded. “Great so you two helped that piece of shit..”tom muttered sarcastically. “Yeah, we regret helping him and following him blindly. We have made amends, and can only move on.” pau said, “alright, so. How do i win back a girl?” “i’m homosexual, so i have no clue.” pau answered, pat spoke up: “flowers. Flowers work, from my experiences flowers are a good start, then you’ll have to go a bit deeper and be creative,what does she like?” pat asked, suddenly toms ‘eyes’ widened, a smile grew and plastered onto his pale face. “I know what i have to do!” he stood up, shook both pau and pat’s hands, slammed a 20 dollar bill on the table and started running out, “thank you!” he yelled as he drifted away.

[jaeminie-cricket]

Spin The Bottle Prologe.

Sometimes in life you need to take a few seconds to clear your head and breathe. Like when you are taking a test and it is more difficult than you expected. Or when you are arguing with someone you love and you let your anger get the best of you, so you keep yelling. Every person on Earth has had those moments. We all take a step back and breathe and do the thing that was overwhelming in the first place.

There are also times when taking a step back and breathing doesn't work. When the wild around you is so hectic and stressful that you aren't able to clear your mind. You find it hard to breathe. Like when you get into a car accident dke the first time. Your first day working the line at a restaurant and you keep messing up. But things do calm down and you can breathe. Things work out in the end.

But simetimmes, things go passed being stressful and hectic, and the terrifying, gut wrenching feeling thats inside your stomach won't go away. That feeling doesn't leave you. It can't. The world around you is crumbling and there is nothing there to hold together the pieces. No one to even help you pick up the pieces.

That feeling? That is the feeling you get when a man holds a fun to your head and forces you to pick which of your friends does next.

That is the feeling of pure terror.

A/N This is the Prologe to a story that I have been writing for a while. I wanted to get people's reaction and opinions on the Prologe before I spent even longer writing a story no one will want to read. Please let me know what you think and share it if you like it so other people can read it

[the-reformists-edition]

The Reformist Edition

Hello, there I am a Writer in the nation known as the United Kingdom this blog is going to be writing on issues affecting the modern world such as political thought, economic thought and much more, I shall try to the best of my ability write an article once every two weeks.

About myself 

My name is Alice Shelley Forbes I have attended many colleges in my life I also have studied art, film and games design I have also an interest in history and philosophy. if you must know I try to keep non-partisan but my voting record tends to be socialist and/or liberal.