YW! Yes, writing from experience is a great technique in some cases! I’m sorry to hear about your great grandmother... It did! It worked great!
GOOD!
Which is strange that it works because I tend to defy all "rules" of writing. XD Yeah, even though she was pretty bad off in the end, I was relieved that she went quickly. I know she's a lot happier where she is now then suffering for a long time down here. :3
THERE WAS!! XD
Eh, who doesn’t? XD It’s why we get new material... That’s good to hear (the happier part, not the bad part) NOT ENOUGH, MOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRR!!!
They danced to the tune of our questions faster than you can say Mozambique Waterway Channel. They squealed like a stuck lemon before we had barely just started. No, it's not. Its almond milk. Idk!! Some insane person with no taste buds I guess. Umm, a gallon…..
That’s what I get for gettin accomplices from the fish market... But...it’s milk... I might know a few people who don’t like chocolate milk actually... So like your standard milk gallon?
Yes, I immediately thought something smelled mousy about them. (I just wrecked so many saying that I ALMOST feel guilty. ) It not dairy milk. There are different kinds of ligit milk. Goat is probably the next most well known. But there's also camel, sheep, horse, even dolphin. I'll be it, most you can't get in stores. But they are legitimate milks. You should look up almond and cashew milk. They are obviously just not doing it right. Yesss….. If you've even been in a walmart or kroger, go to the bottled water section and they usually have gallon jugs for sale.
Which is strange that it works because I tend to defy all "rules" of writing. XD Yeah, even though she was pretty bad off in the end, I was relieved that she went quickly. I know she's a lot happier where she is now then suffering for a long time down here. :3
THERE WAS!! XD
Eh, who doesn’t? XD It’s why we get new material... That’s good to hear (the happier part, not the bad part) NOT ENOUGH, MOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRR!!!
Um, most people surprisingly. XD Tru dat! I agree. (I thought as much. XD) I'm typing I'm typing!!!!
Thanks! Glad to hear that, I was hoping the made up slicer lingo wasn't too lame. XD Coming up!!
YW! Well, I’m not a slicer so I wouldn’t know...
WHEN?! O.O
Regardless of whether you are or not you can still have an opinon on whether it's lame or not. I'm not asking you to authenticate it, just judge it. XD
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Post by Essa Kryze on Jun 24, 2018 1:14:06 GMT
Chapter Twenty-Five Transcendence (part 1)
Jay was cross legged, eyes closed, swaying gently with her music as she sat on the sculpted stone bench. The flute soared up and around, harmonizing with the small waterfall running into a little pond that was filled with thousands of colorful darting fish. It melded it’s melody with the wind sighing and crashing through the trees and whistling in the grasses. Her ringlets of blonde hair danced gently on the wind, bouncing around her shoulders. Her slender fingers pranced up and down the one of a kind instrument, cherished in her family, coming down from mother to mother for close to four hundred years until it came to her. Along with the family estate. Inherited amidst pain and wonder. She poured her past into her music, blended in her present, wove in the hopes of the future, then tapered off as she slowly became aware of the vibrations in her stone seat. It took a moment to pull herself out of the musical world she had been one-hundred percent absorbed in, she laid the flute on across her lap and flexed her fingers. Her phone was vibrating with the income mail notification. Jay reached over and navigated to the text, reading quickly. ‘All Eagle Agents: Report to HQ, mission briefing on arrival to location. Bring your R.E.A.D.Y. accoutrements. Your ETA will be thirty minutes from now.’ Jumping up she ran into the house and grabbed her stuff, not bothering to change from her casual capris, and sunny yellow t-shirt. She jerked her Walther P from its resting place and hastily donned the shoulder holster for it so be shoved into. Throwing her stuff into the car she pulled out of the driveway and set off at the max speed she thought she could be safe at.
Landon was busily attempting to construct two lego models at a time, one with each hand. He muttered under his breath and his head whipped from side to side as his mind computed the steps from two separate instruction booklets. A couple of years ago when he had discovered that it was difficult to multitask, to combat that news he had come up with a game to challenge and push himself. And what better type of game then one that included lego, one of his passions. He had one challenge per week, each one had to be harder to some degree than the last one. This one was providing three-fold difficulties. Not only were the models, and therefore, the instructions completely brand new to him, but he was not inherently ambidextrous. On top of that he was playing particularly annoying music in the background to make it harder to switch from one thing to the other fluidly. It was quite a good test he had to admit. However the ringing noise in underlay of the tuba section was really starting to grate his nerves. Glancing over to his phone to see how long he had been working at the architectural assembly he realized that the ringing was actually a text from Danny King. After giving it a quick read he sighed longingly, his challenge would have to wait. At least it was delayed for a very worthy cause.
Chapter Twenty-Five Not all That is Gold Glitters (part 3)
Katie was half absorbed in her writing, it was hard to not get totally engrossed when the conditions were just so perfect! A beautiful park filled with reds, greens and yellows of different types of trees. Sprawling lawns dotted with benches and fountains. Birds chirping and fluttering from branch to branch, singing their happy tunes. A spectacular breeze was moving her chin length hair and she half closed her large lavender eyes in ecstasy. Unfortunately the steady droning “lesson” of her lady in waiting was supposed to be the focus of the moment. Felicia was going on and on and on in her usual rant about…..well everything. Felicia, who was a pruny lady in her late forties, dressed in black from chin to toe, was beating to death her favorite subject. Picking apart her charge, Katie. Some days it was her “Horrid shaved” hair, or her “depressed and generally depressing” quite, shy nature. Or sometimes it was how she dressed in clothes that weren’t a “demure, humble” black. Or the strangeness of her lavender eyes, a inconsistency in a gene that only occurred in one in a billion people. The list went on in on not even stopping at her precious writing, that too was criticized. She was pretty sure that not only did her “lady in waiting”, as her au pair always insisted on being called, hate her but the prune was convinced that she was some kind of witch or strange alien. Thank goodness Felicia had never found out about Katie’s powers, when Kaitie had discovered them at thirteen she had only told Bunny.
Chapter Twenty-Five Not all That is Gold Glitters (part 4)
She wanted to tell her parents to fire Lady Prune and get someone who was actually tolerable, but her parents were off somewhere around the world doing something no doubt vastly important. On top of that she felt guilty asking them to try again, since it was only a year ago that her old nanny, whom they all called Bunny a girl only in her early twenties, had tragically and unexpectedly died. Bunny had been best friends with them all, but especially the quiet youngest born girl with strange eyes. Her death had hit Katie hard, she was a sensitive soul about some things. A shrill voice cut her thoughts, “Are you listening Katrina Sisk! My word, what a horrid child you are.” Lady Prune always called her child, even though Katie was sixteen. “I can’t imagine why your parents would be foolish enough to actually encourage your scribbling! They should be sending you to a Swiss finishing school, perhaps then you would learn some graces and become tolerable! I lay it all squarely at the feet of that incompetent teenager you all called Bunny. Ridiculous as she was her name was even worse! I despise nicknames, especially idiotic ones. She spoiled the lot of you, and frankly I think she RUINED any chances you have at life! Horrible teen, that annoying fake cheeriness, that wild red hair! And the things she encouraged you to take part in! Dancing in fields barefoot, wild games and horrid clue hunts! Barbaric! She almost deserved what what she got, she probably was being wild and that why she,” Katie couldn’t take it anymore, it was one thing to have Lady Prune and her venom all to herself, but bad talking about Bunny put her over the edge. She shot up to her feet and slammed her notebook shut, startling her au pair, “How dare you! You have no right! You don’t even deserve my spending time and breath to defend Bunny’s memory!” Leaving the old horror stunned she ran to their car and slid in, locking the doors. She tossed her notebook into the passenger seat, at least Felicia had been naive enough to hid the keys in the easy spot of the side of the door.
My wallet! 
It did! It worked great! 
