Aty's Dollhouse

It wasn't born in the shack, but...SO HAPPY FOR SPENCER!

OUR VERY OWN ANOMIC84 PROVIDES THE TUNES FOR THIS HEARTBREAKING TRAILER!





GO YEE GO YEE! <3! So stoked for you!

greenskin

letter from auntieb

An open letter to my RoarShack friends

I have many things to be thankful for this holiday season, and for all of those things I am grateful.

Often, however, I struggle with loss and grief that overwhelm me with the consequences of decisions that I’ve made, and the actions of others that have caused me pain.  Sometimes the daily battle is too much and I have to fight depression that threatens to drown me.

Because I’ve chosen to care for my elderly, demented mother in my home, and now my dearest Ricco as well, I have a very limited social life, and  often feel lonely and abandoned.

I don’t share these things usually, but I would like to have you all know how important you are to me.  You have taken me in and embraced me as a friend.  You don’t discourage me from being myself.  Day or night, someone is there to talk to, to share the day or a laugh with.  You make me feel normal.  You make me feel accepted in a community populated by smart, funny, kind, and caring people.

I know some are discouraged right now by the negativity and bad behavior of a few.  I am so sorry for that.  But I would like to encourage everyone to hang on to how wonderful things can be and let the ugliness go.  Mere chance brought us all to this place, but only will and determination can hold us together.

So, with a grateful heart, I wish each of you an abundance of blessings.

Love,
Auntieb

MelloYelloHelloFellow

The story written in the shack main chat, two hours of half-dreaming, featuring characters inspired by you lovely friends... full story after the jump!

PROMPT - What The Shack Means to Me

1. to be honest, the Roarshack to me is 2 different things, its a safe place and my home. a place you dont have to worry about things and being judged.like i suck at spelling as you can see... so i kinda just give up sometimes on trying to be punctual. i love the shack and all of you so much, but at the same time. i feel like we are just a small stepping stone from the real us. from like what is to come, i know we can be so much more, and we will be, things take time and hard work. So i will wait, i also am very thankful to All of you that help keep the shack walls up. i dont really know what to say, i have so many feelings for the shack, its one of the hardest things i ever thought about trying to exspress... to end it i guess i will just say again how glad i am for it, and its Creation.<3, i wishi had more of a prompt rather then just my thoughts. i like everyone elses prompts much better lol then my own.

- Pasquale

1. 1. what is the roarshack to you.
   2.  
   3. The Roar Shack
   4. The place where I can come and know someone. With all the different places I travel in the TinyChat kingdom, this is the room where I know first names. I recognize faces, and I share interest. Finding a room isn't hard, but finding a place were you feel 100% accepted tends to be a task. When I look around, there are people. Not faces. People who I have come to know, that live in different places, and hold a place within me. I'll find myself speaking with others, and referring to TinyChat names as if they were my next door neighbor. "..Just the other day I was talking to ATY, and...."
   5.  
   6. What a strange and yet wonderful concept. To sit and watch others live, and to interact. To share ideas, think, love, and weep. With everything going on in our daily lives, we miss the fact that no matter how hard it gets, no matter what obstacles we encounter, in this room, we are fundamentally similar. Share stories and tales. Relating to our own lives, the events that happen with our friends.
   7.  
   8. You RoarShack are my friend. If you are here, you know me. And I you.
   9.  
   10. Thank you RoarShack for keeping me close, and for being there for me when the day was rough.
   11. 
       
   12. - The_Hypnotist

What The Shack Means To Me - Aty

Sunday, November 23, 2014

9:59 PM

Comes quite quickly end denies

     No longer able fantasize

What a fool prioritize

     To feed myself such wicked lies

Overwhelms in tortured cries

     The only love ive known still dies

What a fool, you, I despise

     Feebly I demonize

Oh god agree fuck compromise

     Take me instead this fucked surprise

So fucking wrong, internalize

     To walk your shoes arent my size

Someday dunno when realiez

     The good, the bad, and always dies

We all born will live to die

     Be so torn, we'll give our lies

Free to mourn all damned goodbyes

     Agree adorned with compromise

I'm still here

Do they hear?

By all means what I held dear

Forest falling, no one near

I donno quite how I appear

All I know is we're

Alive

I'm still here

Revive

        good cheer

To thrive

       my dear

The drive

       to steer

Alive we hear

Alive we're here

To, TRS. Love, MAGE!

The Roar Shack

What is The Roar Shack? Well technically it is a video chat room on tinychat. To me though it is more....much more. To me it is a person. Infact im going to stop calling it a “it” and instead a “her”. She seems like a girl to me. The Roar Shack has her own personality. Her own attitude. Sometimes she is sad and sometimes angry. Most of the time though she is happy. The Roar Shack is an amazing person. One of the most amazing people I have ever met. What makes her so amazing? All the many other amazing people that make her who she is. There are so many nice great wonderful and amazing people in The Roar Shack. All of them are ready and willing to help you, listen to you, talk to you, just be a friend when and if you need it. I have never experienced anything quite like this before. I love it.
The Roar Shack....I Love You!! I AM THE ROAR SHACK...HEAR ME ROAR!!

- Mage

Hypno

https://soundcloud.com/baird-atypnoc/hypnosisbyheathhaskins

Break - 7tfyve

BREAK - Mage

1. BREAK
3. Do you break on the outside or on the inside? When you break which is more painful? Does either bring you pleasure? For me I break in many different ways. I break on the outside when my inner breaking gets the best of me. It is at this point that I start to break things and things break me. This is also the breaking point at which I try to break myself for good. My inner breaking? I honestly think that I may be permanently broken on the inside. It is as if I no longer have a spirit or soul. My heart was given a break that it cannot repair. Many times over it seems that....well I dont know if god wants to break me or if its just man. But someone likes to see me break. I wish that for once I could take a break. I want to be GIVEN a break. I want someone to walk up to me and say “hey steven its ya lucky day!!! Take a break from all breaks” . So what kindof break is more painful? For me I think its inner breaks. I heal from the outter breaks but the inner ones are forever, permanent, never going away. They dont heal. They dont just go away. I cant give them away. I have had some breaks that give me some sort of satisfaction, pleasure. Such as when I break something and that sudden pain goes streaking threw my body. Or when as a teen when I got upset I would partake in self mutilation. Nothing was more pleasureable at the time then feeling the cold steel of that knife break threw my skin. I know this is dark but it is how I think, how I feel.
4. CAN I HAVE MY BREAK FROM ALL BREAKS NOW? PLEASE?

- Mage

Sacrelige - greenskin

Sacrelige - Anomic84

A Christian Finds Jesus (Unfinished)

 I don’t know when it happened. I don’t even know how. One day it was just there. In the shop’s window, with His arms held open. Humble, just as the stories had described, yet not quite the same. I had to ask someone, I had to know.

 “Yeah, that’s Him alright,” snorted a man who I had queried. He was a strange man, strange to me at least. I guess he blended in with everyone else.

 My brain was just reeling from the fact that right before me was undoubtedly a statue of the Lord and Savior Himself. Though, I was not in front of a church, or an antique shop owned by elderly devout Christians. I was standing in front of a candy store on California Avenue. And He was not made of smooth porcelain, but rather pure, milk chocolate.

 Now, I’m not offended. I couldn’t give two flying fucks. Yet I was still set aside. Thinking about how offensive this could be. Maybe I would see it later on Facebook. Oh, how I would love to read the comments. I just love reading people’s opinions that they state like facts.

 As I realized I had been staring at this artifact for what must have been fifteen minutes now, so I walked away. I headed past Easy Street Records and to my favorite bar, Shadowland. I always get Rainier’s because I’m poor as piss and a five-dollar beer just seems outrageous. Not to mention I also needed to get a pack of cigarettes. I always loved a good smoke after a few beers to really set the mood.  I know my body is a temple ‘cause the Good Book says so but sometimes you have to sin to make the day better.

 Yes, I believe in God. However, how does He expect me to be so perfect?

-Anomic84

Sacrelige - Aty

Was built upon good faith, foundation benefit of doubt
Although uncertain, leaning, favoring the untread route.
Impossibility! shout the jaded to the wall
to dulled reverberance , stability hushes each call.

But what window once met face to see far reaches of what may,
That pane you e'er panel, each nail hammered by what you say
til it's yourself left to talk to in the dark away from day
will you wonder how much longer with yourself you have to stay?
can you see in all that darkness what a coward you portray?

I wish deceit your venom elicited even apathy,
if not warranted repulsion of regard of you set free
but what thrashed to disbelief lurches into - for you i grieve
i'd never damn the worst to from yourself you'll never leave.

Aty

Fallen Heroes of the NYPD: From September 11

MY FALLEN HEROeS OF THE NEW YORK POLICE DEPARTMENT

BY STEVEN aka MAGE

               I have had the pleasure of knowing and serving with many many fine men and women as a member of the NYPD. It started when I was a junior in high school and an officer came to speak to us. I had always been interested in a career in law and this sealed the deal for me. I started training while in my senior year threw a co-op between the police and the school system. After graduation I joined the force and was lucky enough to be assigned close to my neighborhood and I patrolled the Jamaica-Queens area. Over the next few years I got to meet as I said before many wonderful people. 

               Then on September 11, 2001 tragedy struck and many of the people I had grown to love were suddenly gone. Others, like myself, survived. Of those who survived though many came down with illnesses and other complications as a result of the work they did at the World Trade Center site. Lots have since passed on as a result of these complications. I myself have developed heart and lung problems resulting in 3 heart attacks. The reason I'm writing this is to let people see into something that is a huge part of my life and also as a tool for me to grief honor and remember these people. So let me share with you their stories. I will start with the most recent:

Michelle “Chells” Burnhardt July 17, 1979 – November 2, 2014

               Chells was my life long best friend. She moved into the house next to me at the age of 6. We hit it off almost instantly playing together outside everyday after school. 8 years after our first meet we shared our first kiss on her 14th birthday. This was very special to me as it was the first time I had ever kissed a girl. We started dating that day and lasted a whole 2 months before she thought she liked a girl n left me for her. That didn't break the special bond we had formed though. We continued to be attached at the hips all the way threw middle school and high school. We shared everything with each other. She even introduced me to my wife although she was reluctant to do so. Me and Chells had made plans one day to do something and she broke the plans at the last minute causing us to fight. About a week past without us speaking to each other before she called to apologize. She told me to come over so I did. When I got there she was there with another gorgeous girl. Turns out the reason she broke our plans was to comfort this girl after her boyfriend broke up with her. She didn't want me to meet her cause she was jealous n thought id be more attracted to the friend then I was to her. I went on to date the friend and eventually marry her with Chells as the maid of honor. From that day me, Chells, and my future wife were inseparable. After graduation I officially joined the NYPD with Chells right along at my side. She said there was no way she was going to let me be in danger of being shot at without her being there to protect me lol.

SEPTEMBER 11, 2001- I was about half way threw my shift and Chells was just starting hers when all hell broke out. I was covering for someone on a shift in Manhattan when the all call started. I was 2 blocks away and the 7th officer to arrive. Chells got there about an hour later from what she told me. Chells was my real hero that day. She stayed there and helped search until she passed out from exhaustion and heat fatigue. She searched for 36 hours straight (rough estimate).

MARCH 6, 2008- My wife dies of lupus and Chells is there with me not leaving my side. She stayed with me for 2 days prior praying and watching over Patty.

NOVEMBER 2, 2014- Chells passed away today after from what I have been told was a very long and fierce battle with cancer. Her family told me it was caused by chemicals and dust in the air at the ground zero site. They also told me this was a very long battle and that she didn't want me to know so I wouldn't worry. She was always putting others before herself.

RIP CHELLS I LOVE YOU AND I WILL MISS YOU.

YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART

***1st love***

Micheal Yarborough (2004)

            Mike was my FTO or Field Training Officer. Everything I know about police work I learned from him. He took the time to make sure that you not only knew the proper way to do things but also that you knew why things were done how they were done. If there was something that you didn't understand he would help you and walk you threw it until you did understand. Every month he would host a BBQ at his house for every officer he had trained. It didn't matter what precinct house you were...if mike trained you then you were welcome. If you ever had a problem you could go with him whether it was work related or something in ya personal life. I once saw him give a $1000 to an officer to help pay his daughters tuition at a private school. Mike died on the job in 2004 from a brain tumor also caused by chemicals on 9/11

Justin Lander (2001)

            Justin was my partner in patrol at the time of the attacks. He was a seasoned patrol officer and knew the streets well. He was always willing to help the trouble and less fortunate that we came across on our patrols. I remember our long talks walking down Jamaica Ave or on the overhead platforms. He always had an interesting story to tell. Sometimes it was about weird stuff he had seen while working other times it was about his latest trip. Justin was killed in the line of duty at the world trade centers on 9/11 when a steel beam fell on him.

Yessica (Yeaaasi) Hernandez (2001)

            Yessica was sorta a rough one. She was more of one of the guys then the guys were lol. Football, basketball, hokey....she could play them all. Get in a foot chase? Yessica we need you!! I have never seen anyone who could run as fast as her. Yessica was also the class clown. She always had a joke to tell or trick to play. If you needed a laugh she was the one to see. We would call her "Yeaaasi" cause she would often end a sentence with “ya see” but would sound like yeaaasi lol. Yessica died at the World Trade Center when she fell threw a weak spot in the rubble.

            These are just a few of the many many people I knew, loved, and have lost. These are my heroes. They are The Heroes of the New York City Police Department. I could not have asked for a better group of people to serve with. I regret having survived when they did not. Especially when it comes to Chells. If I had not joined the department then neither would have she and she would still be alive. You know when people say “how john would have given the shirt off his back”? Well these people literally would have. They will be terribly missed but fondly remembered.

            I also want to say and point out that these people and the NYPD weren't the only heroes that day. The Port Authority police, FDNY, state police, and FBI all had and lost people there. And we also cant forget about all the civilians who lost their lives that day.

            A lot of people, especially those who were too young to remember, say OK so what? It is over. It happened 13 years ago why are we still talking about it? The answer is simple: It isn't over. For many of us...thousands in fact...it will never be over. We see the devastation over and over every day in our minds. We walk around and see all the little things that nobody else notices and it brings back a whole flood of memories and feelings.

We will never forget!!!

RIP FALLEN FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND HEROES

Prompt: LUST

It isn't often  burns this thirst

Come at me and do your worst

I'm firing without a goal

What body walks without a soul

Eradicated locus of control

And on we roll, we roll, we roll

Hungry for it all that isn't mine

And they're comin' down the line

Steady beside decline

Comin' down the line

Getting off on the design

Besides the point whether is fine

Keep it from my lips craving to lead

Wild in the speed,

possessed by carnal greed

What thirst to feed

The first to bleed

-onistic heed

Brutal frenzied

A body plead

Haphazard in denial

His disposition vile

The fastest fucking mile

Which passed us wretched while

Outlaster lusted smle

Shack Against Humanity

An Ode to Cancerless

What beauty; to behold such win

How single man born perfection

Blessed beholding him again

I wept the first time, that is when

I knew among us there was win

Doubtless among us perfection

To tell his feats, where to begin

He invented the cotton gin!

And saved those orphaned by Stalin!

And gave birth to lonelies, a twin

So at least there's a next-of-kin

One week old, mastered violin

Bringing tears of hope to women.

Invented cancer medicine.

Beat it again, again, again.

Were God himself tasked depiction

He'd fess up, "how did he happen?

I donno where I must have been,

He's too on point for me to pin!"

The struggle put on hold demon

With angel, both forget of sin

And swoon catching glimpse just his chin,

The big bang happened with his grin

When first sighting you'll trip, bruise shin,

But he don't bruise that porcelain skin

He makes the hungry glad they're thin,

Flawlessness will make your head spin

And they can't afford a puke bin

The light that shines from cheeks, his grin

In dead of night; cures all poison

His touch can turn to gold mere tin

If you don't know, the hell you been?

Cause there's a man I know, a fin

Who embodies all perfection

A man beloved by Putin,

Whose heart has only room within

For beauty born one man, a fin.....

Pinnacle of sheer perfection.

Yeah, embodies all perfection

BLOODY BORED - shack down, in Atyland

PLaying the game i made up called Fat Finger Haiku:
jab your keyboard blindly for 3 letters
each serving as first letter of each line OKGO

ATY'S HAIKUS

Jaundice as a babe
I was kept beneath blue lights
Mother couldn't hold

asphyxiated
came out twisted in the cord
postpones the first breath


JOSH'S HAIKUS
:57 AM] thegrandemperor: "I'm going to take a shower"
[2:57 AM] thegrandemperor: "What you took one 4 hours ago"
[2:58 AM] thegrandemperor: "No, that was 14 hours ago"
[2:58 AM] thegrandemperor: "WHAT IS TIM

CHIVE'S HAIKUS
dave hits my kneecap
i wince and fall down slowly
like a moldy flan

Prompt: Ebola

Heart
   I remember
   when i sat in some place
the entire year
  all i remember
  sitting staring at the tree
growing on the other side
of
 that
  pane.

Condensed
                 was it math?
to a single sigh of yearning
for
 bitter
 secondhand smoke

kept
 kept
  kept
crept
 crept
  crept
slept
 slept
  slept

Court her past,
quarter passed.
-------------------------------------
Man is a virus
she'll surely tire of us
     quite soon
            exhaust beyond our worth
            here meek inheriting the earth.
Man is a virus
rampage by
touch we don't discuss
            behold short-sighted mirth
            propagate disease in pleasured birth
---------------------------------------------------
Our hope is for
our hope     for itself
                   may speak
Resound within
consciousness
                   to live
                   simply
                   we seek
Dull roar
sung below
threshold
        shifting bones each
                 passing week
Til a
choral ringing
       undertone
       collective courage peaks,
Land we
     hope
     ahead,
we're inheriting the meek

Romantic prompt

tomorROMANTIC

Inclination
     scours oceans
     for the soul is lost,
                                 pedantic.
Murmur
     mnemonic motions,
     corrosive and semantic.

Of all the fish
of all the fish
     of all the leagues gigantic,

To row & row,
what man for show,
     beholding set Atlantic

Throw corridor
  core I adore
      ste.real.ization frantic,

Romance singed curls round one side
    the flame being romantic.

Narolepitome

"It's too bad you don't have the FUNNY kind of narcolepsy" 
(meaning where I lose consciousness and muscle tone involuntarily).
"Oh, that sounds awesome!"
"I wish I had that!"
These statements have been uttered by multiple people within the last week. 
And to be honest, I'm still not sure how to go about responding.



FULL DESCRIPTION

After nine years of disorientation, futile psychiatric interventions, and countless misdiagnoses carrying shame-laden stigmas, I finally unearthed the answer.



I was diagnosed with Atypical Narcolepsy on September 11, 2014. 



This track exemplifies how deliberate thoughts echo between conscious and unconsciousness, compounding and colliding and consuming any hope of isolating meaning past its utterance. And everything refracted in isolation; quiet never comes.



FULL LYRICS (extracted)

They posed several queries

Meant to spurn directed thought

And to tumble from quick edges

That which I am, from I am not



The bellowing of audience

Will rise as their blood falls

What following a dissonance

Discernible come calls



Underlie ancestry familiar for return

To feel like I belong somewhere together we will burn

That shame will not be found beside wreckage, I will learn

That I’m flammable as well, and that together we can burn



That the moments toiling tired lost with every world turn

Lessen onward til some judgments day when Jesus will return

And to extent our knowledge sufferings be rule adjourn



These, our waking days, where all we know is our concern.

SHACK PROMPT: COURAGE

Courage
Cannot exist distinct from rage
Or age
Our
Rag
                Gear; cage; rouge
 They posed several queries
                Meant to spurn directed thought
And to tumble from quick edges
                That which I am, from I am not
 The bellowing of audience
                Will rise as their blood falls
What following a dissonance
                Discernible come calls
 Underlie ancestry familiar for return
                To feel like I belong somewhere together we will burn
That shame will not be found among wreckage from which I learn
                That I’m flammable as well, and that together we can burn
That the moments toiling tired lost with every world turn
                Lessen onward til some judgments day when Jesus will return
And to extent our knowledge sufferings be rule adjourn
                These, our waking days, where all we know is our concern.

ATYPNOC

Words about courage/. The courage to never backspace even when you have terrible terrible typos and grammar mistakes. You just keep it going t. You go wit h the dlow. I’m sure something good will come of this if I just keep writing and writing. Never look back at the horrible mistakes you’ve made. Block out the possible blunders in the future. There’s nothing btu here and now. If you live life moment to momenttthn. Whoopslol. A If the compass points nNorth but it keeps slipping from your hand, you’ve got a slippery compass.? We need a new paragraph…

                                Earlier today I played Shrek Operation™. It was hilarious. It was regular operation except it was shrek.I’M NEVER GOING TO FUCKING CANDADADADADADADApreston is a dumb name. dot do tdotcom banananananananananananananananananananananananana BATMAN. I’m sorry for the interruption everybody, my last coup-few sentences have been influcencesd by some people maybe or maybe not. Did I just say coup? Like a coup de tat or coup de grace? Or a mini cooper. Yeah, a mini cooper. New paragraphizzle in the hizzle.

                Okay what are we writing about? Oh, courage. Courage is a thing where you want the last cookie but the cookie jar is hanging off the highest branch of a bear-infested tree. That’s right BEAR INFESTED. And I don’t kmean  nice picanick basket stealing bears. Mean nasty bears that will write hurtful things about you on the internet and other things that are mean. Then you climb that tree and beat ythose bears and face your fears anmd get the cookie and everything is great. But then another cookie jar catches your eye. Hanging in the air . But the air is INFESTED WITH BEES. And THE BEES HAVE TINY BEARS FOR HEADS. AND THE TINY BEAR HEADS HAVE SHARKS FOR TEETH. AND THE SMALLER YOU GO THE MORE ANIMALS ARE SHOWING THEIR TRUE COLORS AND FLYING THEIR FLAGS. So you reach down inside. Deep insdei past the fear and the *something* to get the courage to fashion a hangglider out of the corpses of the mean bears. You jump off, plummeting upwarsd towards your prize a. As you draw ever closer, you can feel your mouth watering. The beebearsharketcetc’s attack you, gnawing at your flesh. You and the hang glider are gone in seconds in a wild display of sheer destruction. You’re gone. Nothing but your legacy remains. Courage.

THEGRANDEMPEROR

THE PROPERTY - ROAR ALBUM PROJECT

to those who have not heard:
**WE HAVE SET FORTH ON THE JOURNEY TO RECORDING AN ALBUM. THE ALBUM OF THE SHACK. THE MUSIC OF OUR PEOPLES. EVERYONE *EVERYONE* IS INVITED TO CONTRIBUTE IF THEY ARE INTERESTED; NOT MUSICAL, BUT STILL WANNA BE A PART OF THIS HISTORY? THERE' ARE MANY THINGS YOU CAN DO TO STAKE YOUR CLAIM! JUST INQUIRE WITH A MOD AND/OR ATY. ADDITIONALLY, ANY CONTRIBUTORS WHO ARE STILL WAVERING IN CONFIDENCE MAY JOIN IN UNDER A PSEUDONYM, WHERE ONLY YOUR CHOSEN REPRESENTATIVE MODERATOR WILL KNOW YOUR IDENTITY AS LINKED TO YOUR CONTRIBUTION. THIS IS THE TIME, MY FRIENDS, TO TAKE ACTION SO THAT WE NEVER JUST WISH WE HAD.**

^
can be copied and pasted into main chat!

LATER TODAY I WILL BE UPDATING THIS BLOG TO INCLUDE LINKS TO CONTRIBUTOR PRE-EXISTING WORK

LEFOS IS CREATING A MEDIAFIRE ACCOUNT TO EXPEDIATE EXCHANGE

EVERYBODY: WRITE DOWN WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE ON THIS ALBUM. STYLES, THEMES, CONCEPT, ANYTHING AT ALL. AND PLEASE WRITE WHAT YOU ARE INTERESTED IN DOING TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN.

THIS IS A PROJECT LED BY ALL OF US!

I LOVE YOU!

THE PROPERTY - ROAR PROJECT			PLEASE LINK US TO ANY PRE-EXISTING MUSIC YOU'VE UPLOADED TO THE NET, SO WE MAY GET TO KNOW OUR CREW!
ATYPNOC               updating blog	LEFOS                         creating mediafire account	SIMON "USERNAME"	BYORKYORK
SCALPEMNOLES	GRANDEMPEROR	GREENV1BE
		PASQUALE	CHIVES
		DREAMWAVES (guitar, ukelele)
swaggg - VIRGIN AD: CROWN OF HYMENS AND WHITE ROSES
khaleesi - owns a guitar

NOTE: retrospective prompts will still be updated, just havent gotten around to it yet SORRY!

Prompt: IDENTITY

- byorkyork

- thegrandemperor

- Scalpemnoles

- Thepicklejuice

- Atypnoc

Writing Prompt: "A time you wish you could return to"

been thinking about this for a while now. been resting inside me for a years. shes not afraid or full of hate. she's not afraid she won't get her way.wish i could cut myself up and peel away this calloused shell i call my skin push and pop out the other part of me i look forward to knowing
she's brand new and flawless. i used to think i was being a coward, just  needed to grab hold and tug and force out, all exposed..but maybe she has to walk out on her own and it  just isn't the right time to leave the cacoon
 it may be transparent and it may have slits encouraging freedom but maybe i'm trapping myself and can't tell what is at fault and what is not.i wonder if one day she will go bitter and if her heart will rot away, there won't be another
: inside to save her from making mistakes she'd never thought she'd makei look up to her and respect that she is for the better, not the worst
: hoping one day soon she will mend my mentality caused by scars because she believes and when I don't she will fill me with belief. when i succeed I will look back and concieve my own hope, a ray of sunshine will fill my soul.

       - Anonymous

 - Scalpemnoles

- Byorkyork

- Unknown 

- Grandemperor

- Atypnoc