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Put all the pieces together, and a broken image becomes complete. It all makes sense now. After time and time again, placing each small part next to the other, trying to make sense of the message in front of you, you finally see the entire picture. Be it the simple jigsaw puzzle you buy at the dollar store, or the puzzling nature of existence, we shall dig deep in that pile of tiny parts. Once you put it all together, the results might overjoy, frighten, or even disappoint you.
Place the words in your subconscious and write about the subject of puzzle. Any kind of puzzle.
Happy Hallow's Day!
Kiarorin
Place the words in your subconscious and write about the subject of puzzle. Any kind of puzzle.
Happy Hallow's Day!
Kiarorin
Theme of the Week: Rodents
They're either cute and quirky pets, mischievous and fun-loving. Or they're feral, sick vermin, and fearful of people.
Rodents are very individualistic creatures. Each breed behaves differently. And then each rodent itself all have different personalities. Whether aggressive or sweet, you just can't resist that adorable face.
So what about you? What kind of story or poem can you make with the thought of a teeny tiny mouse or a big ol' beaver? Is it a little pet in cage, being fed the sweetest strawberries and dancing in a human hand? Or is it the plague-ridden rat hiding in the walls?
Happy writings,
Kiarorin (https://www.deviantart.com/kiarorin)
Theme of the Week: Freeze
From the cold regions of Antarctica to your kitchen refrigerator, our writing will be frozen solid this week.
Sometimes the peaceful rain is refreshingly cool after a hot season. Sometimes you leave that steak in the freezer too long and it gets frostbitten. Sometimes the blizzard kills you with hypothermia. Sometimes depression makes one feel nothing but ice. Sometimes love can melt your cold heart. And sometimes a dish is best served cold.
So get out there and imagine something freezing! Don't forget to wear a sweater.
Happy writings,
Kiarorin (https://www.deviantart.com/kiarorin)
Theme of the Week: Regret
We've all done things that we regret. Don't you sometimes wish you could reverse time to mend the ills? To have DONE something you should have done? What about your dear characters?
We're on the topic of deep regrets here. The idea of wishing that one could wish they never did what they have done. But this can apply to anyone; you, your neighbor, your little brother, your original characters, anyone.
Regrets feel bad, but they help shape your morality. Just the fact that you regret it means that you know better.
Happy writings,
Kiarorin (https://www.deviantart.com/kiarorin)
Theme of the Week: Scope
Need to see something very far away? Use a telescope. Need to see something too small for the naked eye? Use a microscope. Whether it's close or far, a scope can help you find what you seek. Even eye glasses are a type of scope. Look through that lens - small or large - what do you see? What do you hope to find?
Magnify your inspiration and snipe your idea. Find your focus, and record your findings.
Happy writings,
Kiarorin (https://www.deviantart.com/kiarorin)
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---A Puzzle---
A tear falls in a deserted lake,
Darkness rains down on me,
What is in this life to take,
Dreams take flight and flee,
What a pathetic plea,
To no avail.
Brain salad,
Do i create,
Somber thoughts invalid,
What a piteous debate,
Thoughts disappear as i write,
Sleep is so unkind,
This deeply tormented mind.
My blood played out in words,
Always wondering why,
I stumble into these ponds,
Falling from the Sky,
There is meaning if you try,
Decipher my riddle,
As a dog chases its tail.
Back to front,
Front to back,
Melting into another stunt,
Strapped to this mental rack,
I've stumbled off the track,
Delving into the abyss,
Doomed by a womans kiss.
Is life an education,
Or simply a game,
Focused dedication,
Blind luck to blame,
Passion caught in a flame,
The proverbial moth burns,
Do you really think it learns.
Is a terribly wasted mind,
A terrible waste,
A loss to all mankind,
Sanity departed in haste,
Strange thoughts to taste,
Are you smart enough not to be scorned,
The enigma is formed.
A tear falls in a deserted lake,
Darkness rains down on me,
What is in this life to take,
Dreams take flight and flee,
What a pathetic plea,
To no avail.
Brain salad,
Do i create,
Somber thoughts invalid,
What a piteous debate,
Thoughts disappear as i write,
Sleep is so unkind,
This deeply tormented mind.
My blood played out in words,
Always wondering why,
I stumble into these ponds,
Falling from the Sky,
There is meaning if you try,
Decipher my riddle,
As a dog chases its tail.
Back to front,
Front to back,
Melting into another stunt,
Strapped to this mental rack,
I've stumbled off the track,
Delving into the abyss,
Doomed by a womans kiss.
Is life an education,
Or simply a game,
Focused dedication,
Blind luck to blame,
Passion caught in a flame,
The proverbial moth burns,
Do you really think it learns.
Is a terribly wasted mind,
A terrible waste,
A loss to all mankind,
Sanity departed in haste,
Strange thoughts to taste,
Are you smart enough not to be scorned,
The enigma is formed.