anonymous asked:

Ce no 1 esti tu? Sincer , te urmaresc de multa vreme , dar de ceva timp am inceput sa urmaresc si pagini din strainatate. M a dezamagit cand am aflat de unde te "inspiri". Poate ai curajul sa postezi acest mesaj. Stii, e ca muzica romaneasca, cat asculti doar asta e ok , cand incepi sa asculti din strainatate , brusc ti se pare , si nu doar pare , ca sunt doar traduse.


Start the day with peaceful intentions, the first hour of the morning will shape your mood. Remind yourself of how much love you have to give, how much encouragement you have inside you, how much positivity and inner peace resides in your soul. You are more than capable of loving every second of your life, if only you remind yourself how blessed you are.

you are a blessing by Amy Kennedy


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Writing Prompt #263

“Do you ever feel just…no? Like, can no be a feeling? You know, like, work is too overwhelming and I’d rather sit at home and play video games or something.”

“I understand the sentiment. I really do. But you’re a superhero in training. You can’t just not show up to work.”

In the ISS (International Space Station)

America *Writing*: It’s just mostly me and Russia up here… We seem to do all the work. I don’t mind that. I’ve been hitching rides with the Russians for a while now. 

*Russia enters and passes America, who glances up briefly.*

America *Continues to write*: We’re trying to privatize the space companies to send more Americans up ourselves. Things are getting rocky with Russia again. They seem harder and harder to get along with….

Russia: Good morning, Al. Would you like anything to eat?

America *Outloud*: No thanks, big guy. *Back to writing* But we’ve always gotten along up here. I think we both know we need to, to survive. 

America: *Pauses, then finishes writing.* But maybe it’s more than that, sharing our passions, getting along. It’s… nice, anyways.  

Relax. You cannot focus when all you are doing is stressing about things you cannot control. You can achieve greatness without any worry, you do not have to be a mad man. Everything happens for a reason you must trust in these reasons. You are capable of so much more than you can imagine, if you would simply allow yourself to achieve.

relax, you will be fine by Amy Kennedy


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Writing Prompt #295

Slowly, I found myself regaining consciousness, with a dull ache throbbing throughout my body and a metallic taste in my mouth.

“He’s awake!” Someone shouted. I groaned, covering my eyes with my hand.

“She’s awake,” I corrected. “Have you never seen a girl before?”

“A…a what?” Another voice asked, sounding genuinely confused.

Do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?
—  Rumi (via OptimisticallyAstray

“You destroyed my sand castle and are now attempting to defend yourself by insulting my hard work. Oops, didn’t mean to dump a pail of water on your head.”

Writing Prompt #261

The way humans talked about us, you would have expected our haunted mansion to be full of devils and poltergeists. In all reality, it was more of an awkward family reunion spanning centuries of family members who knew too much about each other. Sometimes one of us completed our unfinished business and moved on, but I was more comfortable staying here forever.

We Hunt The Hunter Part 1

Hello everyone! Welcome to another one of the stories, bringing back some characters, Sasha and Breka. This story was inspiried by user @quiksilvear and their requested prompt of human persistence hunting. Without further ado, lets continue! 

The crew laid sprawled out around the ship that had landed in the middle of no where. The amphibious crew took stock of the situation, some handling the injured and the shell-shocked. However among them stood one who was bandaging her gut from a bad gash. Standing by her side was the terrifying Vin’lek known as Breka, and Sasha patted her head before looking back. The crew were soldiers, but they weren’t equipped nor prepared to survive this kind of emergency landing. “Well A’rav,” Sasha said before whistling to get his attention. Her  bionic limbs had been restored to a much greater condition, and she smiled as she caught the attention of her friend Captain A’rav. “Looks like most of our supplies got torched. How soon can we expect rescue?” 

Her companion looked down at a dead crew member, covered his face and sighed, “This planet is on the fringes of our patrol route. It may be a few days before we can build a beacon from scrap. After that it could be as long as a week before anyone finds us.” 

“A week?!” Another crew member shouted before holding her broken arm and gasping in pain. The crew began to look around with worry. 

“We have enough supplies for maybe three rotations! We won’t have enough to wait that long even if we ration it heavily!” Another crew member shouted. 

A’rav looked at Sasha and sighed, “They’re right,” he muttered. A’rav stood up, swallowing a lump in his throat and raising his hands, “Men and Women of the S.S. Grep’klek please, I know the situation is grim, but we’ll find a solution in order to keep everyone fed and-”

“We don’t have enough food! How are we going to keep people from starving?!” Another crew member shouted. 

A’rav swallowed again. The books demanded Officers be kept alive and given necessary supplies, though how that would work with such a green crew was not a good thought to say the least. “We … We will,” he swallowed. 

A’rav felt a hand lay on his shoulder and looked to see Sasha with some kind of black straw like substance hanging from her lips. “Are you crazy?!” A crew member in white robes stammered and burst forward from the crowd. “I said not to touch those weeds! They are doused with toxins!” 

“Toxic to y’all, Huuga’s don’t like this stuff but humans drink it quite often. It’s a pretty good pick me up,” she chewed a bit and patted Breka’s head. The beast seemed to grin, causing more than a few of the crew to back up in fear. “Caffeine is a good thing for us. Besides, we’re gonna do some good old fashioned hunt’en to survive this here mess.” Sasha stepped in front of A’rav. “So, who here among y’all know how to hunt? Not with your plasma blasters you’ll just melt the meat, but anyone here fire a bow?” She looked around. No hands, in fact some confused faces made her feel a bit more uneasy. “Right … Spears?” She questioned. “Anyone?” No response. “A’rav … I … I’m starting to think I know why pirates are such a problem in your area.” 

“My men can fight, Sasha,” A’rav shook his head. 

“Oh I’ve seen that, but I don’t think they can survive.” Sasha sighed. “Now ain’t this gonna be a pain.”

“Well excuse us for not being versed in primitive weapons of human design!” An injured crew member growled. 

“They’re in the manual for basic survival of all species within the Coalition, and you know why?” She turned to him with the same tired look as usual, chewing on the plant a bit more. “Because we humans are good at a lot of things. But the one thing we’re good at, is killing things bigger and scarier than us.” She grabbed a nearby stick and then reached into her boot. “Come on now,” she tugged and pulled out a large knife. “There ya are,” she smiled. 

“What are you doing?” Some of the crew had begun to gather as one of the injured from earlier inquired. 

Sasha sat down on the ground and began to carve, “Well I’m making a spear. We’re gonna be stuck here a bit and ain’t got much food. Now off in the woods there’s something made of meat if those growls and howls mean anything,” she spit out the weed and plucked another one from near her, chewing on it again. “So I’m gonna go hunting.” 

“Those howls come from a Tan-nanga!” One of the more veteran looking crew members growled. “No one can match their ferocity, not even your Vin’lek pet!” 

Breka growled, causing the man to take a near unseen step back. Sasha smiled, “Sounds like fun. A good ol’ rustle an tustle. What’s your name Mister?” Sasha looked up as she picked up some metal debris, and started showing it into the wooden stick to make a crude spear. 

“Malo, Malo Wendga,” The Veteran proclaimed proudly. “I have killed many enemies for the defense of my people. I have studied the beasts around our star system. These are some of the most dangerous I speak of!” he growled, “You have no knowledge of what you face, you are a blind fool if you think to fight one!” 

“That’s true,” Sasha nodded as she listened intently. “I would be one hell of a fool to fight one. But that’s because I’m not going to fight one.” She stood up and tapped her home made spear on the ground, twirling it a bit and then thrusting forward, causing some of the crowd to recoil. “I’m going to hunt it.” She stood up straight and twirled the spear a little more. “My ancestors, back before we had even discovered how to speak properly, hunted together with animals native to our home. These animals, the dog, were once creatures called wolves. They were our mortal enemy, but through sheer determination we domesticated them, because they’re the only animal that could keep up with our hunting.” 

“What? What nonsense is this?” The Veteran Malo folded his arms. 

“Many historical texts define hunting as overpowering your opponent, most ancestors of the galaxies species were prey, or predators that hunted in quick bursts, or like your kind remained still. For us, we outsmarted our prey.” She saw the crowd beginning to gather once again. She had them, and would now give them the moral they needed. “Traps, tracking, and not running but walking towards our prey got them. The prey would run, and we would merely follow. When they attack we lead them a place we can win, using our companions,” she pet Breka’s head lovingly, “And working together to bring them down.” 

“That is pure fantasy, I have never heard of any of that!” Malo scoffed. 

“Didn’t know you were a human expert?” Sasha laughed softly as Malo remained quite, clearly corned on that account. “At any rate, Breka and I will be back in roughly two days. Mostly to track some extra resources. Prey herds, water, any fruits and what not. I’ll be borrowing one of your scanners,” she began walking as she talked, and upon mentioning the scanner she plucked it out of the hands of one of the crew. “Thank you,” she clasped his shoulder for a moment and continued, “Be back soon A’rav, try not to starve while I’m gone,” she waved and then continued on towards the dense glowing woods that surrounded the ship. 

“She’s going to die,” Malo snorted. 

The rest of the crew were losing hope after she left, realizing that Malo may be right. “No,” A’rav smiled, “I know Sasha. She’s my friend, and she’s not going to die till she gets her hand on her main prey.”



HEY YOU! How’s it going? It was a pleasure to work on this arch of the short stories I’m doing to pass time during my last year of university. Once again don’t forget, if you have any prompts you want me to work on just send me them, tag me in them, anything at all! I will put them in the que if I like em! All my stories are connected so never fear, old characters will always come back! Until next time, Fly safe fellow Explorer’s of the unknown.

Writing Prompt #268

The air smelled of rich cinnamon and crisp honeycomb apples. The cider bubbled on the stove, providing a percussive accompaniment to the whistle of the wind and rain. Snuggling into my significant other’s sweater, I wondered if the cider was worth getting up to drink.