Oh god, I occasionally go on c.ai to see if anything interests me? And I see THIS !!!
OH MY GOD, IMAGINE THIS:
The sunset draped the sky, bare feet sinking into golden sand. The sea breeze whispered gently, the waves no longer as wild as they had been earlier.
He knelt down and asked me to marry him, his hands trembling. Panic shot through me â I turned away, both afraid and anxious at the thought of the word marriage.
He saw my confusion, but he didnât want to rush me. Instead, he slowed down, pulled me into his arms, and gently asked about my fears. I poured out everything, every worry, every doubt, without holding back.
My eyes stung, tears warming my cheeks. He wiped them away with care.
Silence lingered, until my soft voice broke through.
Calm as he had seemed before, now he looked anxious, desperate even â waiting for my reply, for some sign of assurance.
When the ring finally slid onto my finger, he kissed me. His embrace was so tight it felt as though everything that had just happened had been a fleeting dream.
The wind still blew softly, but now the only sound filling the air was the beating of our hearts, echoing endlessly.
I will write a short for this, can't wait to write more.
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if i ever wrote a book this would be the part where the reader finally gets into that dark and pessimistic character's head
This silence had nothing to do with sound. The room was filled with scattered people laughing and carrying on conversations. Each person with a specific tone of nothingness floating through their voice boxes. Every dry, dead, or dying sound was made; their vocal chords still managed to ring. I was sitting still, watching this phenomena before me like a motion picture I never would have chosen to watch on my own. I could already see the summary: âdreadfully boring individuals conjure up conversation about absolutely nothing in particular.ââšPeople just like to hear their own voice out loud to convince themselves they are in fact still human enough for conversation. This type of living is not living at all. This is a dark and manifested form of surviving. When did we become so dull? a.m
Hi! Todayâs quite crazy because Iâve been tearing my hair off due to stress! My blog was having technical issues the whole day to the point I even created a new account already (which is already deleted at this moment). Iâm just so happy I got this back! Small joys, indeed. Okay thatâs the update. Bye!
Morena. Mi morena.. No trates de no ilusionarme Porque ya me hiciste enamorarme No trates de que no te quiera Porque mis sentimientos estan intactos Estoy aquĂ, tratando de que no me olvides He ignorando todo lo que quiere que te olvide No me importa la distancia El tiempo, los problemas... No me considero valiente Solo siento que te quiero Y que te extraño como a nadie. Morena... No me interesa olvidar No me interesa nadie mas No espero nada mas que verte nuevamente. No importa lo que digan Lo que balbucee la gente Solo siento que te necesito Y que te quiero, siempre te he querido ... Entiendo si lo dudas Pero, no hay nada mas cierto. Si ya no me quieres Me puedes decirme la verdad... Para agonizar, para llorar Y aceptar la verdad que me corresponde Mvlan #escritoscortos #love #amor #shortwrite #FotoEditada #writer #edicion #poema #poem (en Lejos de ti) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bvj7iQKhmBA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1118gaj4633cx
âEh, Iâm always scared, Iâm used to it. Iâll function, same as I always do.â
 Credit to @corvidprompts for the prompt. This was a fun one. Eventually Iâm going to stop writing about reluctant heroes and lifelong friends and complicated lives, but that day isnât today. As always, feedback is welcome.
Armâs Distance: By Overcast Odyssey. Word Count: ~4200.
       Mary and Thomas, by all accounts, were having an inexcusably horrible day. Ignoring the fact that the weather was abysmal, what with the constant firestorms and flashes of skin-melting, grass-burning lights coming from the thing traipsing around in front of them, and that the monstrosity had torched their favorite bench on campus, their clothes had been soaked on the bike ride over, and it absolutely chafed whenever they moved. At least, Mary thought, the concrete planters here werenât suffering, or all hope for restarting this part of the community garden was ash.
Thomas was sensibly terrified out of his mind, clutching to the amulet hanging around his neck like a security blanket. It glowed beneath his clenched fist, power humming from the pentacle as it projected a shimmering blue sphere of energy around the pair. Maryâs was in her hand, removed from her neck and lightless.
       Thomas chanced a glance over his shoulder and around the concrete planter the two were hiding behind, seeing the glass statue twisting and contorting in its search for them. To his relief, it hadnât spotted them yet, but if it had a weak point, he sure as hell couldnât find it, not in that reflecting mess of glass and metal. He always thought that the statue was a stupid addition to the front of campus; it was always blinding new arrivals and half of the year it was covered in snow anyway, and because he couldnât figure out how to say no, he would be stuck cleaning it every time.
       As he ducked back down next to Mary, he caught her staring at him, her dark grey eyes boring into his, and despite himself he felt his heart start to race even faster. Given how fast it was racing from fear anyway, he could hardly imagine that it was possible. Still, it wasnât the fire or the light that made him start to sweat, but Maryâs undivided attention. He gulped and laughed awkwardly, his mind screaming that this could wait but his mouth moving nonetheless. âSo, uh, this is gonna sound kinda stupid, but bear with me. That statue thingâs pretty bright, right, but nothing lights up my life like you-â
       âI just noticed that your shirt was on inside-out.â Mary said evenly, cutting Thomas short. Thomas blushed hard, the color of his cheeks matching the flames currently licking at the energy shell around them. âI thought something looked weird. Glad it wasnât your hair.â She turned her attention back to the pentacle in her hand, which she squeezed tighter.
       âH-Hey, give me a break! You stormed into my room at the crack of dawn and threw a shirt at me, itâs not like I was in the state of mind to check the inside-out-ness of my attire before chasing after you! Besides, weâve got a bigger problem on our hands, if you havenât noticed.â He glanced back up and watched as the glass monster used its large reflective claws to tear apart some nearby shrubbery, probably searching for something to torch or shred. Thomas gulped, imagining what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that.
       âWhat, like the fact that you still canât come up with a good pick-up line? You know, you could always just ask me, like normal people do.â Mary said, popping up to see where the glass monster was. The creature, she calculated, was about four times their height and had a stance width about the size of an average SUV. Despite that and everything she knew about the tensile strength of glass and cheap iron that made up that statue, the thing moved freely and didnât constantly come under threat of collapsing under its own anthropomorphic weight. After it took a step forward, turning its back to them, Mary could see what kept this thing from falling to pieces. A single bundle of silver mana glistened in the small of the beastâs back, right where it would it couldnât hurt itself on accident.
       Meanwhile, Thomas had heard her, and in response turned rapidly towards her, smacking his knee and scraping his head against the concrete as surprise overtook spatial awareness. âAgh, that stingsâŠâ
       She snarked, despite herself. âReally? I thought youâd enjoy hearing it. Howâs long has it been, two years since we started hanging out? My roommates bet itâd only take a semester until you worked up the courage. Needless to say, I made a solid twenty dollars that day.â She shot a sideways glance at him, which he met with wide eyes. Mary sighed. She could tell that he was still trying to comprehend that curveball, which was a shame because she really needed his help before she could do anything safely, as was normally the standard issue with their set-up.
âWait, hang on, did you just say that you guys bet on me?â Thomas said, somewhat insulted. Sure, it was kind of silly how long he had been waiting. They were juniors now, and it hit Thomas like a tank engine how obvious he must have been. Disregarding that, heâs more surprised Mary didnât just shoot him down earlier if sheâd known all this time. Maybe, Thomas dared to hope, it meant that he had a shot? Itâs not like it was a big deal either way, if Mary said no, they would just stay friends, right?
       Mary knew from Thomasâs rapid blinking that he was processing something and needed time to do that, which was fine by her. She still had to channel the power in her pentacle anyway, and she couldnât decide whether a lance or a hammer projection would be better. The lance provided more reach, but the hammer was more satisfying than a simple poke. Weight, of course, wasnât an issue, as the constructs were always light as a feather to wield, but heavy as a shipping container when struck. They were magical, after all. The decision was simple, yet complex: did she want to be tactical, or fabulous?
       She contemplated fabulously destroying the monster, but then her idiot brain had to go and do the rationally fearful thing and simulate the worst case scenario. Her mind was filled with images of her hammer being tossed aside, followed by an impalement, or an evisceration, or a crushing, after which Thomas would likely follow, stuck somewhere between despair and outrage. He would, inevitably, die if he charged. He lacked the athleticism and the spatial awareness to win a brawl with the glass goliath alone.
       Her old habits reasserted themselves. She imagined forging the hammer again, looking for different angles of attack, anticipating different ways that she could be countered, running calculations as though she were back in her junior year of high school, back when she still played chess religiously and treated defeats like doomsdays that she simply had to learn how to avert for the future. Repeat after repeat, sum after sum, she had caught herself in a logical loop, and as she started to sink into it her vision unfocused and the image in her mind became the only one she could see.
       Faintly, dimly, she registered the fact that the ground was shaking at regular intervals, first very minutely but growing with each repetition. Instinctively, she knew that the sand-cooked soldier was stomping its way over to their location, but she was still thinking. If it would only wait a minute, she would have things figured o-
       âMary!â Thomas shouted, desperation lacing his outcry. His friend had been staring off into space for a solid minute now, long enough for the charge in his amulet to drop to critically low levels and the creature to find out where they were hiding. It had been long enough for it to stomp right over to them, a massive, glassy limb raised high, poised to crash onto the two and bring a swift end to their college careers. He gave his partner one last glance, grit his teeth and, for a brief moment, felt as though he were seeing the world in slow motion. Without a second thought, he leapt up to his feet, ripping his amulet from his neck and raising it high into the air, intercepting the behemothâs attack.
       Mary watched from below as her meek friend leapt to her defense, a fire burning in his eyes that dragged her out of her daze with a start. It was the same look he had when she came to him during freshman year, terrified of the guys who were following her back to her dorm nearly every night of the first week. It was the same look he had when he walked back with her and helped her scare them off before things got out of hand. She could see his fear, his worry, but burning over that was everything else he ever gave a damn about. And, like a torch to a pool of oil, it drew Maryâs own anger out from under her skin, a cold, calculating wrath that would give no mercy and take no surrender from the monster threatening them.
       But first, her friend needed saving. Mary started to her feet, watched the cracks form in Thomasâs shield, and moved behind him as they spread out to the edges. In her left hand, held far off to her side, materialized a spear of bright blue light, simple and deadly in form right down to the point. She and Thomas had done this before, gotten the timing down during sophomore year just in case something like this ever happened. She knew back then as she did now that their weaknesses werenât always going to be overcome alone, but she had her partner at her side. And she knew as well as he did that failure was not an option. Â
       Mary breathed in. Glass creaked, and the magical shield sizzled and hissed as its form fractured. Thomas chanced a glance back to Mary, his eyes set with determination, and nodded. With his off hand, he reached out towards Mary, grabbing for her outstretched arm.
       The shield shattered, and they were engulfed in a blinding white light.
--
Mary and Thomas were sitting outside their 8:00 am psych class, both in equally distressing states of undress for what they were about to do. Their shoes, socks, and coats had been removed, lain across the chairs to dry in the few minutes they had. Thomas was fretting over the state of things as he always did, muttering nervously about all the things that have already gone horribly wrong that morning and all of the things left that were probably, definitely going to happen and, oh God, what if his parents found out, heâd be dead by the end of the week. Mary, for her part, was sympathetic to her research partnerâs plight. The entire project had been his idea, after all, and making a case for adaptive learning in relation to the early education of mathematics wasnât easy, especially not on an hour of sleep (two if you counted the brief stint of spacing out while waiting for the coffee to kick in).
It wasnât as though Mary herself wasnât scared out of her mind. She did need this grade just as much as he did. If things went south, she ran the risk of dropping her GPA right into the dirt- and her scholarship with it. The burden of payment was already a strain on her family, and the only reason she was able to go for a bachelorâs in the first place was because of the scholarship. Sheâd be forced to drop out and come back home to work at a minimum wage job she would inevitably hate to support a family that would certainly be heartbroken, and Maryâs stomach felt abyssal at the thought of it.
The guilt would crush her like an anvil, and the frustration she was feeling nearly matched it. Forget research at grad school, youâll be likely to be researching the best way to hold a spatula for all the burger-flipping youâll be doing. Yet, when she looked at Thomas, hyperventilating and muttering his mind out, her thoughts werenât on the simulations of horrible futures that might result from a failure now. They had spent the past night ironing things out, running the presentation over and over until it was second nature, but nature meant nothing if Thomas couldnât even draw a full breath. No, her mind was tackling the problem of calming Thomas down so that they could give the presentation they had trained for.
It was a tall order, as the stakes for Thomas were just as high as they were for Mary, but Mary was never one to shirk from a challenge. The presentation part would be easy, as long as she could somehow sustain this state of mind until after class was finished. She could explain the neuroscience for hours, talk biological development of the human brain for twice that amount of time, and the inevitable curveball questions that would come after the presentation, whose answers would determine whether she and Thomas earned an A or a B? She glanced down at the notecards, miraculously dry despite the downpour outside, and let out a calming breath. She had her contingencies, spent just as many hours writing those as she had spent practicing.
Now, she just needed her partner, and everything would be alright.
She turned to look at him again, and he was still in the throes of doubt. âBut we havenât prepared information in case they askâŠâ As he rattled off hypothetical questions, ranging from self-explanatory to loosely related, Mary reached for one of her wet socks, gripped it tight around the neck, and swung it hard down onto Thomasâs arm.
The sound was like that of a freshly-caught fish slapping onto the dock. He jumped and yelped, looking on at Mary with more shock than anything else. They locked eyes and, for a moment, Thomasâs breath froze. âNow that I have your attention,â she said, âI think itâs time that I remind you what you told me yesterday: everythingâs going to be fine. Itâs just another presentation.â
Thomasâs face scrunched together, doubtful and frustrated. âI donât mean to be short, but the last thing I need from you right now is for you to throw my words back at me!â Despite the harshness, Mary was unfazed. He had gotten like this before, back when Mary was helping him get ready for prom (which she made sure not to attend) and he started having second thoughts about slow-dancing with his date. She knew to just wait it out until he paused, so she let him go on. âLook, I get that this whole public speaking thing comes naturally to you, but Iâm not like that! The only people I can ever talk to are kids years younger than me, teachers years older than me, and you. I canât go out there in front of a room full of my peers and just rattle off all the shit Iâve been collecting in my head for years! Iâd make a fool of myself.â
Mary shot back an incredulous look. âOh, bullshit, when the hell has that stopped you in the past? Youâve ranted about this shit since high school. Hell, you spent an hour filibustering a test I hadnât studied for by arguing with the teacher about how their handouts and packets arenât effective learning methods and, if I remember correctly, you got that test postponed long enough to save my ass. Iâm pretty sure that if someone asked you on the walk over about how youâd go about fixing the educational system, you could talk for hours at the drop of a hat.â
Thomas started to turn red. âLook, it was one time-â
Mary continued on without waiting for him to finish. âThis isnât any different. Youâre still talking about education to someone whoâll inevitably judge you for what you do and donât say. That hasnât stopped you in the past. So, whatâs stopping you now?â
Thomas bit his lip for a moment before answering. âWhat happens if things go wrong? Youâre going to lose your scholarship, and Iâll lose y- you get the idea!â His face, Mary noted, was red enough to be alarming. Under any other circumstance, she would be reaching for his inhaler, but she found the sentiment heartwarming. âI donât know if I can do this with the thought of that weighing on me.â
Despite herself, Mary was somewhat flattered. It wasnât every day that you got such solid confirmation that someone you cared about also cared about you just as much. A part of her felt guilty that she was so busy thinking about herself while her partner was thinking about the weight on her shoulders the whole time, but the rest thought it was sweet. She put a reassuring hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze. âThen donât think about what you might do thatâll make us fail. Think about what you can do to make sure we succeed.â The door to the classroom began to open, and the instructor stepped out. She glanced over them, Mary noticed, and immediately adopted a sympathetic expression.
As the somewhat short woman spoke, her hands moved almost reflexively and her hair bobbed with each gesture. âOh dear, it must be absolutely pouring outside. Iâll excuse the attire, given the circumstance, but weâre running a bit behind, so if you could come in and start immediately, that would be fantastic.â Seven, Mary counted. Seven times her hair had bobbed. It was almost hypnotizing. She nodded, reflected a thankful smile, and rose to her feet. She grabbed the door as the instructor retreated back inside, turning back to look at Thomas, who was still sitting.
He looked up at her. He felt like he was certain what he needed to do, but his decision still hadnât been made convincing yet. His feet refused to move. âArenât⊠arenât you scared?â
Mary shrugged. âIâm always scared. Iâm used to it. Iâll function, same as always.â She gave him a reassuring smile, extended her hand. âIâm sure youâll be able to manage it, too.â
--
       Thomas grabbed for Maryâs hand and dragged himself back up to his feet. He noticed with a start that, even now, his legs were still shaking. He laughed grimly, âWell, damn, there goes your cover. Sorry about that. Iâm a shit partner, arenât I?â Mary was nicely surprised by the change in tone. Before her stood a different person than the guy she had to reassure before a presentation, and she couldnât help feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.
       A grin danced at the edge of Maryâs lips that pulled a full-toothed smile out of Thomas. The fires were still burning around them, and the amulet in his hand was out of juice, but everything was still alright. âHey, Iâm not the one who just saved my life. If youâre a shit partner, what does that make me?â The titan screeched, a sound like metal scraping glass, and reared up. As it did so, Mary noticed, it revealed its backside- and its mana core with it.
       She grinned, took aim and cocked her arm back as the thing screamed to its hearts content. âReflect on this.â She whipped the spear construct and it sailed like a homing dart true, piercing the monsterâs core. With a sound like a dying manâs scream, the construct wrapped around the core and, with a tightening of Maryâs fist, crushed the core like an empty soda can. As the core crumbled, the giantâs pieces immediately fell to the ground, now lifeless and powerless, and the two staggered back at the force of the wind. It wasnât enough to knock out all of the flames, but not a moment passed until it began to rain, soft drops striking their skin.
       âThatâs almost too perfect.â Thomas said, his head tilted up at the darkening sky. âYou think that-â
       âThat thing was suspending the local weather.â Mary said, pointing at the now-shattered remains of the glass statue. âI heard this morning it was supposed to rain.â She looked up, watching the storm clouds gathering. âDamn shame. I really liked that statue, too.â
       âReally? I always thought it was an eye-sore.â Thomas said, squinting at the thing.
       Mary pocketed her amulet, shaking her head. âTakes one to know one.â
       Thomasâs lips fell into an incredulous line and she gave Mary a dry look. âCouldnât resist it, huh? Shouldâve seen it coming.â
       Mary started to slip the hoodie she had stashed behind another planter on, and Thomas watched the sky, waiting. âI could say the same thing. Honestly, that was a great save back there. If it wasnât for you, weâd have been squashed.â
       âHey, donât give me all the credit. If it wasnât for you, Iâd still be squashed if you gave me a few seconds, so letâs just say that we both did good today.â Thomas glanced over to her and smiled dumbly, suddenly feeling awkward. âYou know, we should really get out of this weather. Letâs get lunch?â
       Mary turned and grinned. âOnly if you buy me dinner later, too.â
       Thomas looked at her with raised eyebrows. Even though he was the one that was excited to say yes, he couldnât bring himself to say it, let alone say it in a comical framing. The words felt wrong as they came out of his mouth, like he was acknowledging an ugly picture frame in an otherwise pristine room. âAre you⊠still sure you want a guy like me? I mean, Iâm not that consistent with communicating my feelings and stuff-â
       Mary stuck her tongue out, catching a raindrop. âYouâre doing it right now.â
       Thomas jammed his hands into his pockets and kept his gaze firmly down, âIâm not really handsome, or funny-â
       Mary checked her phone, making sure they were on the right street to catch the bus. âYouâre kind of funny-looking, if that counts.â
       Thomas ran a nervous hand through the back of his hair. âAnd Iâm a big mess of stress and anxiety most of the time. I hate to say it, but Iâm afraid Iâm going to be a lot of work. Relationships are scary enough, but dating me is probably going to be much worse than that.â
       Mary looked up at Thomas, straight in the eye. He was scared. Still. Mary didnât know whether to be baffled or amused. Course, it wasnât obvious to him that she felt the same way about him, and that her heart was racing out of her chest at a rate that she didnât even reach in the heat of combat. Thereâs no possible way he couldâve known that she had been thinking about asking him, too, since the start of junior year, but couldnât really find a good time to do it that wasnât being occupied with his horrific attempts at flirting, or their classes, or their âextracurricularâ monster-slaying. Yet, she thought she had been making it so obvious, and it was downright perplexing. âEh. Canât be that much worse than me.â
       Thomas raised an eyebrow. He wanted to dispute that on principle, but he couldnât. Despite how much he already loved her, she wasnât perfect. She snored when she slept, and unabashedly at that. From the few times she had stayed over, forcing him to sleep on the couch, he knew firsthand that letting Mary anywhere near the kitchen before she got her first coffee was a disaster waiting to strike. Hell, last time she tried to help him make breakfast after crawling out of bed, they had both nearly lost a finger. And, besides that, she would definitely tease and poke fun, even into old age. But, in Thomasâs eyes, she was still wonderful. And he was so certainly not. âThat and, well, relationships are terrifying, you know?â
       Mary looked at him quizzically, bordering on annoyed. It was raining harder now, and if it kept up itâd soak straight through her hoodie. Why couldnât he just ask already? And, for that matter, why the hell wasnât he worried about the rain, he wasnât even wearing a jacket! âI thought you were the one who wanted to date me?â
       Thomasâs eyes widened, as if that realization just struck him again for the first time. He hastily raised his hands, palms out. âI do! I still really do, itâs justâŠâ He sighed. He couldnât believe himself. They had walked through hell and back together. This should be easy. âArenât you scared?â
       Mary smiled at him. So she wasnât the only one. âIâm always scared. Iâm used to it. Iâll manage. But, Iâd much prefer to manage with you.â She extended her hand out to him, and Thomas looked down at it, hiding a smile.
       âYouâll be stuck with my dad jokes forever.â He said, grabbing her hand.
       She pulled him close, surprising him into a stumble. They were nose to nose in a moment, both of them smiling wide and goofy grins. âAnd youâll be stuck paying dinner forever. Now, come on. If we hurry, you can buy me a burrito at half price. Saves you some money for later.â She let go of his hand and sped racing down the street, aiming for the bus stop at the other end of the block.
       Smiling, Thomas shook his head. âWhat have I just gotten myself into?â He raced after her, thinking hard about what they should do after lunch- and how exactly he was going to pay for the dinner later.
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Pernah mendengar kalimat,
âCinta pertama anak perempuan itu adalah ayahnya.â
Sayangnya tak semua anak perempuan mengalami hal itu. Tak semua ayah tergambar hebat seperti di novel-novel atau film, dengan sosok wibawa, bertanggung jawab, melindungi, penyanyang dan lainnya.
Beberapa anak perempuan tak seberuntung itu. Jadi kalau untuk mencari sosok idaman itu sedikit susah. Tak mendapatkan contohnya di dunia nyata. Karena dalam duniaku kaum perempuan lebih banyak berjuang dan tak terbiasa bersandar pada sosok pria.
Jika boleh dikatakan aku hanya ingin mendambakan sosok pria yang bisa kusandari dikala aku lelah dan rapuh. Dimana hanya di depannya aku bisa memperlihatkan sosok lemahku dan dia pula yang mampu menguatkanku untuk berdiri kembali menhadapi dunia.
Dia selalu ada setiap aku berkeluh kesah dan yang paling penting, ia bisa membimbingku ke jalan yang lurus dengan berpatokan dengan tiang agama.