Tag Archives: love

Thanksgiving, On A Friday

29 Nov

You

Listen, I’d ad some complicated/hilarious excuse as to why I didn’t write anything yesterday, but the fact is THIS is my gift to you.

(Guys, that means click “THIS” to be given a gift.)

Oh, also, new page open. Go check it out, or don’t.

~D.

Bird

22 Nov

We Like It

Fire, we like it.

No, this isn’t a metaphor piece on birds, I’m sorry. I just wanted to let you all know that Path to Nowhere is on Sci-Fi Bloggers right now and you should all check it out.

That is all.

~D.

FIRST LOOK: Path to Nowhere

11 Nov

Nowhere?

You’ll be able to read my weekly series, Path to Nowhere, on Sci-Fi Bloggers soon! Here’s a quick taste of what you’ll be reading:

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Fire, she likes it. It’s warm, filled with life, capable of death, known for both. It’s bright. She’s been up all night looking at it, and the stars, and the moon, and the glowing eyes of watchful beasts. They dare not draw near. They’ve seen her before. They’ve seen her fire.

She looks to where the horizon will be when the sun finally creeps over World’s End, calculating how far her next stop is. How long has it been since Krimwald? Three days: first day running, next two walking and hiding. At the rate she’s going, it should take another day to reach Reager. Hopefully they followed her false trail to Black Rider Canyon.

They’ve got to stop following me. They keep coming for more, ruining everything. There has to be an end to their search at some point, doesn’t there? No, there doesn’t. She’ll keep running, she’ll keep fighting, and she’ll keep searching for it. It is everything. It is all that matters. Everything else is either a barrier or a band-aid. It is the only way to fix it all. I need it.

That switch. It keeps happening. Her, me, her, me. Why can’t I just—ugh! It hurts to do it sometimes, most of the time really, just thinking it, I. She shivers, letting out a nervous sigh. Maybe she should just let it go, not try anymore. What’s the point, anyway? Why try at all? To heal? Everything else is either a barrier or a band-aid. It is the only way to fix it all. She needs it.

Her, me, her, me.

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Can’t wait for you to see the rest!

~D.

A New Chapter

1 Nov

It's down.

Okay, we’re here, the start of the next bit. A lot’s coming up, so I’ll keep you posted, you’ll keep me posted, and we’ll do great and all.

Firstly, I’ve been featured on Sci-Fi Bloggers twice! This is really exciting, and you should check out not only my articles, but those of the other writers (one, and another) as well. It’s great stuff!

Secondly, I recently saw Ender’s Game, and I’m here to tell you, as a reader of the book, the director did a great job with the film’s second half. While the first part was rushed, the games and the simulation section worked very well, creating an intense, dark atmosphere that I enjoyed immersing myself in. It wasn’t as good as the book, but that’s no surprise. Honestly, I think if had been an hour longer, maybe even three hours long, it would’ve been perfect, maybe even a T.V. series. I’ll have a full review up at some point.

Okay, that’s everything for now. Keep thing moving on your end, and remember, the enemy’s gate is down.

 

~D.

C

23 Oct

I am that I tiger.

Wow. It’s crazy how far we’ve come, isn’t it? I mean, take a look.

We started with that review of that one movie with the dolls. Then, I said something I’d like to take back, and got lazy, and didn’t post for some time. After that, I came back and told a story, turned into more of a weirdo than usual. Then there was this poorly edited version of something I wrote, followed by another poorly edited version of something I wrote that is now way different, even in terms of plot, time periods, character development, dialogue, etc. So much stuff!

Man, what else did we do? Ah, that’s right! We went on a journey together, and you heard my voice and it was awkward. I wrote a bad ending, and watched an adequate show so you didn’t have to. We followed a goat, examined terrorism, false advertised, discussed knowledge, stayed up late, talked about you, got pissed about abortion, started, got pissed about each other (or I guess it was just me being a bitch or whatever), got pissed about some superhero movie, analyzed characters. Hell, we even got you to want to follow me on Twitter less than you already did! Oh, and something about 9/11, and loving you.

I think the last thing we discussed was racism, and I’ve been away a while. Don’t worry, I’m not disappearing. I just wanted to make sure I did something special for our hundredth time together. I couldn’t come up with much, honestly. Just remembering the good times with the Legendary Heroes and whatnot.

Okay, I guess that’s everything. Here’s something to read before you go to bed, or when you wake up, or whenever. Oh, and here’s a list.

Goodnight/good morning/good evening/good space/you all need to play Beyond: Two Souls.

 

~D.

C

P.S. – I think I left out something, but I feel like I shouldn’t talk about it for some reason.

 

P.P.S. – Look at this tiger.

Four More Years

23 Sep

This is matter. This is art.

Where we start is where we end,

And at the end, we start again.

We do this because it is fun

To make a game and have it won.

And see, that’s what all this stuff is:

The cat, the dog, the wife, the kids,

The house, the car, the book you wrote,

The pictures, the meals, that winter coat

You wore to your son’s baseball game

So you could watch his rise to fame.

You did it for your daughter, too

When, live onstage, she played the blues.

All these things, the art, the music,

They’re there for us to simply use it

And succeed at this game we made,

The one which forever we’ve played

Because of how much fun it’s been,

And also ’cause—hell—we love to win!

It’s how we roll. You know it’s true.

It’s how we live, me and you

And us all under the same roof,

Bound by ties that need no proof

Of existence. We know they’re there.

They’re why we love and why we care

About each other so much, so purely.

You understand why I’m saying this, surely?

Well, if you don’t, I’ll let you know

Why I’ve been speaking to you so

Oddly, in a fashion I don’t normally pick:

It’s my Fourth Anniversary! Come on, you pricks!

How could you forget the twenty-third,

In which I penned the very first words

That started our little game

Within the Great Game? What a shame

You should forget this day, the start

Of me talking to you through art,

And us building this powerful bond,

The kind that lasts forever strong.

But I know that you didn’t forget,

You only needed me to let

You know it’s okay to celebrate

This (obvious rhyme) momentous date

When you and I first became friends.

It’ll start here, end here, and start again,

Just as it’s always been with us.

We’ll make more games and build more trust,

And every year I’ll write a poem,

Which you’ll read on your screen at home.

And maybe you’ll write back to me,

And tell me how good it feels to be

Alive and powerful, all of those things

That this Great Game we’ve made eternally brings.

All right, I guess that’s where this story ends,

And, where it stops, another begins.

I’ve had fun, really, living these last four years with you.

Here’s to next quartet, goo goo g’joob.

 

~D.

 

P.S. – To trace the origin of the image at the top, this is the place to look. Good luck.

Type It

11 Sep

Us.

I googled “twin towers” a few seconds ago. I was looking in the “Images” section. I expected smoke, fire, evil, all those things to come up first. I was surprised to find that all the starting pictures were of the Twin Towers prior to that day that changed our way of life forever. Here, look at this one. Isn’t it something? Look at how big they are compared to all the other buildings? They have this eternal look about them, this indestructible quality. I’m well aware that they no longer stand, but right there they just seem unbreakable.

I scrolled down. Immediately the scenery I expected came up: the smoke, the fire, the evil, the planes. Funny, there’s so much controversy over how it happened. Does it matter? I mean, of course it “matters,” but does it matter, really? No, no, no. How it happened, or even that it happened isn’t what really matters. It’s what we did about it that deserves remembrance, and, at the very least, praise. We buckled down, we didn’t give in, we remained united, we helped each other, saved each other even. We won. That was the real victory, and that’s the victory that should’ve been observed to begin with.

Yes, it’s true, justice should be exacted when crimes are committed, but it’s gone on so long that people are starting to forget the victory and think only of the crashes, the explosions, the screaming, the terror, and the need to completely eradicate “those people.” I’m not saying punishment wasn’t in order. I’m not saying it still isn’t. But the focus on it is far too great. What warrants our attention is what we gained, not what we lost. It’s unity, ya hear? That’s what matters.

I googled “unity” a few seconds ago. I was looking in the “Images” section. I expected love, people holding hands, peace signs, all those things to come up first. They did.

Type it.

~D.