Month: January 2015

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The Daily Post

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February’s Courses

Blogging U. courses are a great way to work toward your blogging goals, bolstered by our best advice and the support of other bloggers just like you. This February, we’re offering three courses:

I thought I knew something about blogging and that my blog is good enough. I thought I would cope alone. But this challenge showed me how much further can I go without even pushing that much, and how these fantastic people I’ve met are my everyday support.

– Anna at Tantoverde

Blogging 101: Zero to Hero (February 2 – 27)

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My Weekly Jukebox

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Playlist of the Week.”

Sunday: Wasted Days by Coud Nothings

Monday: Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars

Tuesday: Procrastination by Amy Winehouse

Wednesday: Am I Wrong by Nico And Vinz

Thursday: Busy Earnin’ by Jungle

Friday: Magic by Coldplay

Saturday: Breakeven by The Script

Entirely: Keep It Together by Lurch & Chief

Once On Inkd Poetry

Ink’d Poetry

I used to dream of a faraway land
And a palace so big and grand
That all come near
Trembled in fear
Of its great power
Once…

I used to imagine a beautiful princess
Wearing the most extravagant dress
We used to dance
And she would prance
About with my beautiful flower
Once…

My room was a dungeon
My glasses made me a surgeon
I played during night and day

The chandlier was a sun
Everything was fun
Until that faithful day

Now I sit down on my computer
Writing report after report
Wondering where everything went

Flowing through the motions
Song after song
Watching my time being spent

And I ask myself
Once, just once more
I wish I could see
Past this veil of ‘reality’
And be back to the good old me

I try and I try
But it never changed
That room still looks the same
I’m not a surgeon
Its not a dungeon
And the chandelier is out of place

I go back to sleep
And sometimes I see
Flashes of who I used to be
The good old me
With eyes full of glee
Oh, full of joy was he

Once
He was once full of joy
Once

Blurred on Inkd Poetry

The day
The night
So frightening on their own
So beautiful intertwined

The blurred line as the sun reaches the horizon
Coming down on its daily decent
And the moon climbs that vertical line
And forms a perfect crescent

No wonder men are driven mad by the moon
While others worship the day
These deities, these monsters
Are powerful anyway

Blurring the line between reality and not
Causing those who forgot
To weep to cry
For no reason, why?

I have no portion here
Just the humble scribe
Writing the words I hear
Recreating the vibe

And as these words don’t go untold
Let these words not be slurred
Let people know
Of the the day when light and light were blurred

Percy Jackson And Athena’s Son

This is Percy’s part, but it’s not completed yet;

Percy stood over the balcony, watching as the waves crashed unto the shore, spraying beautiful sprays of water that intertwined with the sun to make beautiful rainbows. Percy wasn’t really interested into art but even he couldn’t deny that this was beautiful. It had been the perfect day at the elegant beach house with all his friends. The six were staying at Piper’s dad’s house, Mr. McLean had even had enough room for Reyna and Leo but Reyna had been busy with recovering Camp Jupiter while no had seen Leo for a long time.

Update

Hey Guys,

Sorry for the lack of posting, I’ve had some good ideas recently but have been too lazy to write anything, sorry. I’ll be posting shortly so don’t worry.

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Mia Wallace meets the Mad Hatter

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pleased to Meet You.”

“”Mia had had a wonderful time with Vincent the night that it happened. Emotions were flying, and she realized that she may have been a little to friendly with him, however she knew that he would never say anything to Marsellus. Vincent was terrified of him, even though he worked for him. But who wouldn’t be? Even Mia was to a degree, and that was her husband.

Vincent came inside after taking Mia to a 50s style restaurant, and asked if he could use the restroom, Mia pointed him in the direction of the room and told him that she would make them drinks while she waited. Instead of going through with that though, she found a little bit of heroin in Vincent’s jacket pocket. Now Mia was a beautiful and classy woman, but she had a hard time…

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When Harry Potter Meets Twilight

The Writer-To-Be

Just assume that the world of Harry Potter meets the world of Twilight!

Harry: Cedric! You’re alive… How?
Edward: Carlisle here changed me.
Carlisle: We are vegetarian Vampires.
Hermione: Vegetarian, how can a vampire be vegetarian.
Emmet: We drink only animals’ blood.
Lavender: You sick filthy people.
Jacob: I’m a werewolf.
Lupin: How can you be so casual about it? Doesn’t transformation hurt? Every bone in your body breaking and repairing itself?
Jacob: Well, no, since I can transform anytime, I’ve gotten used to it!
Greyback: That’s impossible, no full moon?
Jacob: Um, no… Here I’ll show you

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Sirius: Your name is Jacob Black, and you turn into a dog. Very original.
Emmet: So you all are…
Dumbledore: Wizards…
Minerva: And Witches!
Aro: Oh! Have any extra powers? I can see people’s thoughts by touching…

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Wizards and Vampires.

They, You and Me

Write a post in which the protagonists of two different books or movies meet for the first time. How do they react to each other? Do they get along?

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/pleased-to-meet-you/

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”Hey Edward” called Harry.” Do you really love Bella?”

”Of course Harry!” said Edward. ”Why don’t you spell some magic on her, so she forgets Jacob once for all.”

”Sure would do anything to help you!.” exclaims Harry. ”After all when would my magic come to use.”

Edwards laughs and hugs Harry.

”This friendship between a wizard and a vampire will rewrite history!” said Harry.

Bella walks in and sees there are two Edwards standing in front of her.

One of them is Harry. Bella thinks he is the real Edward and hugs him.

”Damn, what was happening?” thought Harry. He felt a shiver run down his spine.

Was he falling in love with Bella?

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Rocket Raccoon meets Donkey

Am I A Geek?

Pleased to Meet You

Write a post in which the protagonists of two different books or movies meet for the first time. How do they react to each other? Do they get along?

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It was a meeting like none other.

Some may call it a coincidence that Groot had wandered off into the swamp distracted by a butterfly forcing Rocket to drag his furry body into a natural habitat. The trip to this planet had been one for a bounty poster he had happened to come across in a galaxy far far away for a monster of some sort going by the name of Shrek. Little did he know, this Shrek happened to be ‘The Shrek’ and little did he know, he would stumble across another talking animal.

For someone like Donkey, this was a dream come true. Having lived his life amongst unpleasant talking animals such as…

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Snow White and Her Several Injustices

LIVE WAVES

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pleased to Meet You.”

Write a post in which the protagonists of two different books or movies meet for the first time. How do they react to each other? Do they get along?

Whilst Snow White retreats in the woods from the wicked queen and step-mother, her skin as pale as snow, she cooks, cleans, and sings to the birds and animals while her seven little men run off to work. They queue to kiss her on the cheek on their way out, some enchanted by her beauty and love her, whilst others despise all the changes she’s swinging around. She’s quite happy in this little retreat, a cosy cabin in the woods, safe from harm and sure her true love will come to ‘rescue’ her once and for all for a real happy ending.

Elsa, however, is the ice queen. Literally. She…

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Percy Holmes And Sherlock Jackson

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pleased to Meet You.”

Blue, everything was blue. The investigator and his friend/colleague/assistant had never seen anything like it before. The place itself wasn’t that bad, the house was decorated in a modern contemporary fashion but one room, the room the doctor was looking for, was completely blue. The investigator’s friend came to the conclusion that the person they were looking for was obsessed with the color blue, probably a deranged individual. The good doctor was only partly right. “My dear Watson, as you can see my the tint and color of the blue, this isn’t any ordinary blue but sea blue and thus illustrates that the individual has a close connection to the sea.”

“Elementary, my dear Watson,” said the investigator who identified himself as Holmes, as he walked through the door. But what the investigator didn’t tell his assistant, that there was something else. Something about the total unorganization of the room, about the exact shade of blue, that told him that this wasn’t any ordinary person: he was a demi-god. “Two can play at that game, young chap,” said Holmes under his breath…

The Introductory Poem

f there truly was a god, he’ll come to our aid
Whether is light, darkness, warmth or snow
And save us from this ghoulish raid
And then I’ll know
That there is some sort of heavenly power
Stronger than mountains, gentler than a flower
Watching over us at each and every hour
Protecting us when things turn sour
But as the town turns to dust I’m forced to believe
That the illusion of an heavenly power is nothing more than a dream
And as my strength is being relieved
I believed we have all been deceived

Okay guys,

A posted this poem a while back:

If there truly was a god, he’ll come to our aid
Whether in light, darkness, warmth or snow
And save us from this ghoulish raid
And then I’ll know
That there is some sort of heavenly power
Stronger than mountains, gentler than a flower
Watching over us at each and every hour
Protecting us when things turn sour
But as the town turns to dust I’m forced to believe
That the illusion of an heavenly power is nothing more than a dream
And as my strength is being relieved
I believed we have all been deceived
And I’m going to use it in the book but I can’t come up with a name for it, so what do you guys think?

The Rain That Never Fell

Not sure if it is part of the book yet or not, but I felt inspired so;

It fell
From that high vantage point
Above the ground
That perfect teardrop

Falling
On its way down, pointing
Link the heaven and the earth, grounding
The link between the cliff and the drop

It wasn’t rain
It was a tear
It wasn’t joy
It was pain

It was fear for the unknown
It was fear for what has been lost
It was fear for what will be lost
It was fear for mistakes known

It was the rain that never fell

The Land That Never Was – Introductory Poem

A story too dangerous to tell
A tale about when those precious walls fell
And fire came out of hell
A story too dangerous to tell
That hellish fire
That burnt through one’s soul with the devil’s desire
That blazed on and on and never did tire
That hellish fire
And those souls
I pray that they find peace
And have a safe journey home
I pray that this war should cease
Cause it’s time like these that one loses his sanity
Its the kiss of death, not vanity
That makes one question the king’s sovereignty
And a god’s divinity
Why god?
Where is god?
Who is god?
What is god?
If there truly was a god, he’ll come to our aid
Whether in light, darkness, warmth or snow
And save us from this ghoulish raid
And then I’ll know
That there is some sort of heavenly power
Stronger than mountains, gentler than a flower
Watching over us at each and every hour
Protecting us when things turn sour
But as the town turns to dust I’m forced to believe
That the illusion of an heavenly power is nothing more than a dream
And as my strength is being relieved
I believed we have all been deceived
And as I lay down staring at my death
I see the giant fiery hole in my chest
Writing with my last breath
I’ve called upon the founders’ strength
Greekus Titanus