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History is written at night

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Anna - she/they - 30 - French - flight attendant/AmLit scholar - I am a capybara in human form ♡

Writing challenge: Describe everything with only the most random fucking details.

"Gregory had ten unclipped fingernails and nine unclipped toenails, as a 14-year-old he had had the greatest lung capacity in his entire biology glass, and his eyes were the colour of moon dust."

"They entered a building that had been constructed from 12,9050 calcium-silicate bricks."

"Emma's dog barked at 92 decibels. He had four strong legs and no knowledge that he had an ancestor who once mauled a man to death for trying to steal a cappage."

#this is how douglas adams writes

"Mr. L. Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based bipedal life form descended from an ape. More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council. Curiously enough, though he didn’t know it, he was also a direct male-line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr. L. Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.

He was by no means a great warrior; in fact he was a nervous, worried man."

- Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, chapter 1

The whumpee had been practically raised by the whumper- last least from what they remember, as they’ve only ever been treated like a weapon. Eventually they’re captured, and everyone in the team is very much cautious of them, except for the caretaker. The caretaker ends up being the first person to really care about the whumpee. despite it taking a while, the team grows to care about someone they now consider a friend. The whumper does end up taking the whumpee back at one point, but for the first time In years not only does the whumpee disobey them, they actually manage to escape.

Something something Jiang Cheng horrible person for capturing demonic cultivators but to be honest you know what would be hilarious. If the Jiang sect disciples every week just went and paid someone to run around pretending to be a demonic cultivator for JC to capture and yell at for a few hours. Like sect leader enrichment. Throwing meat filled pumpkins into his cage to let him burn off some steam

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Anyway here’s a poem I wrote about my cat

After “Do not stand at my grave and weep”, author disputed:

Do not stand at your bowl and meow. I gave you food. It’s in there now. I feed you at the dawning light, I feed you at the fall of night. I feed you kibbles mixed with meat And wet food for a special treat. I feed you even though you scoff At all the food within your trough. I feed you and still yet you yell Like as a beast from deepest hell. Do not stand at your bowl and cry. I gave you food. You will not die.

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I wrote one for my roommate’s cat as well;

Do not stand at my feet and cry It’s VEGETABLES, you silly guy! Your begging will not change the food Into a thing you think is good I’ll give you things not cheese or meat You sniff at them and then retreat And yet, as soon as chopping starts You run back in and beg for parts You squint your eyes at plant-based food And yet you won’t stop BEGGING, dude! Do not stand by the stove and bleat You don’t like this. You will not eat.

Nothin gets me fucked up like dishonored like theres no fucking video game out here that gets me actin a whole fucker. I jus lose my higher brain functions ill see some aesthetic posts or quotes or 'the outside walks among us' or 'the blood drained and i became a god' or 'strange how theres always a little more innocence left to lose' and i black out