Entries By Will
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Timeline. How often have I struggled to understand, to formulate a timeline. Whether reading history, a novel, or developing my own story, a timeline is integral to getting the experience of a story. Without a timeline, we have no frame of reference; everything becomes a jumbled mess.Posted By Will On 05.02.2013 @ 4:12 pm
the main thing i love about boots is the leather that makes them. They are so much better than trainers because they are actually waterproof. The only annoying thing about them is polishing them. The thing i like the most about them though is the categories and types that you get. Boots you will always be my favourite type of shoe whether it is summer or winter.Posted By Will On 03.23.2013 @ 2:52 pm
to the beging of stoped hearbeats writen in the ink that flowed from backs stabbed with stainless shards find some talking theough their thoughts unreturned un returned to the library of souls this one was lost in its own misgivings return to the return with the falling for the everlasting minute of nothingnessPosted By will On 03.07.2013 @ 4:18 pm
The soil was soft. The rugged soldier bent down on his knee and felt it in his fingertips. It was good, nutritious soil. Mixed with many of the components required for good farmland. He put the dirt in his mouth and tasted all of these.
This was where he belonged, not in some nameless war for a faceless leader. He should be defending his farmland! Not helping his fellow soldiers burn others’ to the ground!Posted By Will On 12.29.2012 @ 5:49 am
Season, this season is Winter. Not my favorite season. My favorite season is probably Fall. It seems to feel balanced, not too cold, not too hot. As a Libra, I appreciate balance in my life. I like to be in the middle, the best of both worlds. Extremes are not in my taste. I like to vary.Posted By Will On 12.21.2012 @ 10:10 am
Maybe I’m due a whole lot. I’ve given enough to this world. I don’t need to be told what I should give and what I should be given. Repayment in full is all I’m asking for. Pay me to leave. Pay me to be nonexistent. I’ve tried to give you the same. I’ve tried to be inconspicuous. So now pay me for it. Give me my due.Posted By Will On 12.16.2012 @ 4:56 pm
the conscious creation of beauty, which elevates us from the beasts. all of the senses are susceptible to the arts, it can be seen, heard read and more. the arts of the world are as varied and diverse as anything imaginable. we find arts and beauty in everything. it is true joy and wonder expressed through any medium. the arts will forever be mankinds greatest achievement. from the sistine chapel to mozarts requiem, the arts inspire everyone to a celebration of beauty. life without the arts is nothing and would be a truly pointless existence. what would be the point? without the arts there is no true expression of any emotion. it is the eternal heightener, elevating us to new heights for as long humans have been able to express emotion.Posted By Will On 11.14.2012 @ 10:44 am
The heavy steel broadsword slowly raised higher and higher. “This is it. T’was a good life, I suppose.” Thought the man on the execution block as he looked back to all that’s happened in his life. The difficult childhood, the introduction into the tight-knit group of pickpockets and thieves, the barn he called home, and his quest for vengeance fulfilled. Then the broadsword began its decent, and time seemed to slow. The man braced himself for the coming blow. He did not beg for his life, nor attempt to escape. He had accepted his fate.
Yet Fate had other plans.
Right before the blade hit his neck, a deep, strangely familiar thrum was heard by everyone in the square where the execution was held, and a black-shafted crossbow bolt buried itself within the hilt of the executioner’s sword, knocking it back by several meters.Posted By Will On 10.29.2012 @ 3:41 am
When people are raised the right way, they tend to be more successful in life. But how to raise someone the right way? That’s the question. I’m sure it’s different for everyone. It’s a matter of environment. Of discipline. Of laughter and excuses and running together through a green field after a huge picnic.Posted By Will On 10.18.2012 @ 10:46 pm
He’s dead. After so long, after so many sacrifices, he’s finally dead! Though strangely, the thief-turned-murderer felt nothing. He didn’t even feel happy. He was numb all over. What other purpose does he have now that the man is dead? He slowly walked away from the wreckage and wandered into the forest, his wolf slowly trailing behind him.Posted By Will On 10.08.2012 @ 5:17 am
The combination was abhorrent. It slowly slithered out of its cask, slightly pulsating. It seemed intelligent somehow, as if it had years of experience. It finally took notice of the other occupants of the chamber and it slithered over. They had caught its interest. It left a soft film of liquid wherever it went. ‘What kind of monster would combine so many creatures into such a thing?!’ the adventurers thought. They were running out of time. The creature slowly drew nearer.Posted By Will On 10.03.2012 @ 5:27 am