"[H]ere’s the hard truth that we all need to hear: there’s nothing special about your demons. . . . And while this might hurt my ego a little bit . . . that realization that I’m not as special as I thought is damn liberating. If everyone faces demons at some point, then it means we don’t have to be ashamed of them. It just means we’re human."

Preach it, Mark Manson.

markmanson.net/how-to-overcome

All our travels now are ended,
Snaps we posted truly have been splendid.
Their beaches were pristine and glorious,
To cubicles we return now, shifting as fair Morepheus.
Never will we forget the times we had there,
Lest we doubt our joy in life's share.

He made a purposeful effort take on a look of seriousness and sat on his haunches before Rusty. Then he folded his hands on his lap and looked straight at him, "Yes my boy, go ahead. What is your Question?"

"Well, what I want to know is, where did The Great Highway COME from? WE didn't build it did we?"


They stood and caught their breath at the big intersection at Eight Temples, the closest thing to a downtown in this part of The Great Highway in the Sky. They looked out over the vast city and its building and smoke and all manner of creatures rushing from place to place. They felt at once like gods, invisible observers and fearless adventurers.

"Granpuh, I have...A Question", Rusty declared.

Granpuh Grey cocked his head.


I almost replied to a society and politics post. Pause. Breath. No. For me, this instance is about writing, not about the world around us being on fire. Muting people who talk politics here. But everyone can be their own thing. Be well.

...
Of course, I could have run, none of them knew me. But I was in the right position behind him after another attack and I brought home my blade into his heart. I watched the light in his eyes go out as he realized I had enchanted him earlier.

I do not regret it, yet I see that face in my dreams now. I haunts me. But I'm glad since I finally have found a clue on the Cressik, with luck, I will soon return to you.

With love, SJ.

Dearest Jessica,
I killed a man yesterday. Not that I haven't done it before, but this man had not wronged me or attacked me, at least not yet. He was the former associate of the band of adventurers I ran into after (ruin town) and it was helpful to attack him to gain their trust. Once the battle started a Green Dragon had demanded we all kill this man to feed him or else become a meal ourselves.
...

'Gawd this traffic is awful, it's just stop and go all the time.', she thought to herself, 'but these amateur drivers with their tail-gaiting and weaving as if they'll get their faster. They should take away their licenses.'

"Can't you go faster? At least follow closer!", her passenger demanded during a brief break from yelling into his phone.

"Sure thing", she said, as she completed a fresh backup and then crashed into the SUV ahead.

"Stupid humans."

Airports are places of such emotion. Joy downstairs, sadness upstairs, anxiety and exhaustion everywhere.

I sit here feeding off of it, this wave of human endorphins, hormones and LIFE. It sustains me as I drink it I gulping breathes..

No one stares, I don't exist to them. I'm just another stranger in the shining faux-marble background. All they see are the targets if their emotions, their joy, their lost love.

I don't know how I survived on just blood for so long.

I'll be getting home soon, Eric thought to himself.

Home.

It had been a good trip...hadn't it? On the surface it had been; he'd met everyone he needed to meet; he'd made a good impression. The future was bright.

On the surface.

What had changed? Something deep had changed in these few weeks. He had a new understanding of himself and his place in the world. How could that happen in just two weeks?

Would Emily recognize him? Would she even notice? Of course she would.

Scrayden walked away from the party of adventurers worn and glad to be on the move again. But he also felt a pang of sadness. They were wild, a bit mad really, but it had all worked out in the end. He'd even been able to level up with the help of that mad Druid who helped them.
He was disappointed the orb he'd found was not the one from his village, but now he had a lead at least, and a destination.

The great city of Winterfell and the noble Threshmeeds clan.

They came out of the rain and collapsed their umbrellas, shaking them towards the ground.

"It's great to have a bit of rain! I hope it really washes the hear out of the air.", Carolen said smiling as she tussled her hair to get the drops out.

Harry watched her as he stood there dripping onto the pavement, "You can always see the bright side of things, I wish I had that."

"You do silly", she said as she moved beside him and gently gripped his free hand, "I'm your bright side."

"I win!", Rusty yelled as he skidded to a halt, looking back.

"Only by a whisk, maybe I let you win...", said Granpuh Grey coming to a sharp stop, cocking a toothy smile, "have you considered that?"

Rusty wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes, "You WISH! I'm the fastest kid on the WHOLE Great Highway!", he said as he widened his arms to take in the whole expanse of his world.

"Maybe, but there is more to the world than this little one, much more.", said Grey.

"Dark energy comprises the majority of energy in the universe, and dark matter the majority of matter."
"What's your point?"
"So it shouldn't be a surprise to find dark thoughts, too."
"A majority of thoughts are dark?"
"No, that's not-"
"But have almost no effect."
"... yes "
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