Song in Bio: Soul Searchin' by Glenn Frey ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CORPOREAL SOUL C•H•A•L•L•E•N•G•E
Corporeal Definition: Of the nature of the physical body; material; tangible; bodily
ℹ Mission: Write a creative piece About what you imagine The soul (of anything) Would be or look like If it had a visible, Corporeal form
Inspiration for this Challenge: After posting the pic below as an azureabyss prompt, I stared at it for a bit and then just thought, "What if souls were crystals?" Cuz it looks like the soul of the tree is the glowing crystal in the center lol ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Song in Bio: Pinky Promise by Jake Daniels ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
RISKY • PINKY • PROMISE C•H•A•L•L•E•N•G•E
ℹ Mission: "The pinky promise was originated in Japan by the Yakuza, the Japanese mafia. It was the highest of all promises and meant that, if you broke the oath, the wronged party could cut off your pinky."
What would you do if you were faced with a similar situation? Would you dare to pinky promise?
~ Write a poem or story involving a risky pinky promise scenario.
Song in Bio: Uh Oh by Jeremy Shada ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
INTERJECTIONS ON THE LOOSE! C•H•A•L•L•E•N•G•E
ℹ Mission: Write a creative piece full of interjections. Go wild with em! --- Interjection- an exclamation, especially as a part of speech --- Some Examples of Interjections (you could also Google "dictionary of interjections" to find more):
Song in bio: Give This Christmas Away by Matthew West ft. Amy Grant
Idk how this will go but oh well♀️♀️
Inspiration: Ok, so in America we have a little Christmas game called Secret Santa where participants draw a name out of a hat. The name they draw is who they will be buying/making a gift for.
(Idk what this game is called in other countries) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SECRET SANTA C•H•A•L•L•E•N•G•E
ℹ Mission: Step 1: Comment "Mission Accepted" if you are gonna participate (this is so I know whose names to add to the "hat")
Step 2: After/if we get enough participants, I will notify you who to gift/dedicate an original poem to (using the comment section of one of your older posts so others won't see)
Step 3: Write a short poem or letter to the Mirakeean you were assigned to. ~ It doesn't have to actually be about them unless you want it to be. (For example: you could make a nice, little poem about an imaginary scenario in which you and the person whose name you drew are having a snowball fight or something idk) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Muse 1.0 ------------------ How can I ever run out of words when words themselves are my muse?
To You, From Me:
When I don’t know what to write, I think of you and begin to type. There’s no such thing as writer’s block if you take ‘em all and build a tower to live in like a child with legos and an endless imagination.
“What to write? What to write?” people ask.
My advice will always be you. “Write about writing and you’ll never be lost, for it’ll always be everyone’s default muse.”
One may have customized every topic they’ve chosen for aesthetics, to express emotions, or just to empty one’s mind, but when all else fails and one feels as if they can’t pen a single thing, you’re forever there to assist- offer a metaphorical shoulder as a lift (not a pillow to cry on). You’re there to remind them where everything started before everyone kept pressing the update button.
And me? I’m someone who never dares to press update. I stay where I know I’m comfortable, where everything is just right- not too this and not too that (call me Goldilocks for all I care). To me, you’re no longer just a default. You’re what I chose myself- not what I was forced to comply with. You’re a solid foundation that supports even a tumbling tower of building blocks like myself (lol apparently we’re both good at playing Jenga). Above all, you’re my muse. All I ever want to write about is you and until I was challenged to write this letter, I never knew. Sorry for realizing so late but aren’t infatuated people usually the last ones to recognize what they’re feeling? I think that fact says it all.
For when you yourself are my muse, how can the page ever remain blank? How could the tower ever truly stop climbing? How could the sky ever end?
I didn’t know what to do lol ♀️ Btw if u see any big, odd spaces randomly placed around, there's probs just an emoji not visible to u there, k? #bluepup#bayentry#Ltseasonc ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4 Seasons Group Chat ------------------------------- Spring: Dear Fellow Seasons,
It is with utmost joy that I announce the coming of a new time. Winter has ended the year perfectly and is doing her best to forge a suitable path for rebirth in the grand scheme of things. I shall do my best in not allowing her hard work to melt away without reward blooming beneath the snow.
Warm Regards, Spring
❄ Winter: Uhh… Ur welcome? Thx?
Summer: What're you even doing Summer: What's with the formal message, Spring?
Spring: I just figured we should start out the year with clear minds and a will to do better… ya know… we kind of made 2020 a mess… we should try to make up for it, no? :)
Fall: We did nothing wrong Fall: We weren’t the ones that screwed up last year, remember?
Spring: Not exactly, but we definitely didn't help much either
Fall: So? We just did our jobs as was scheduled Fall: The humans r the ones who made it worse. They're always causing us trouble smh
Summer: Ikr they're such a pain but at the same time it makes everything more entertaining lmao I can't wait 'til it's my turn to mess with em lol
❄ Winter: Uhh… I actually think they're quite nice
Summer: Why? Lol Summer: They complain about you the most Summer: How could you possibly think of them as nice?
❄ Winter: I dunno… just do ig… reasons…
Summer: Sigh ♀️ You never make any sense
❄ Winter: I am what I am. It is what it is.
Summer: … Summer: Anyways Summer: Did you have anything special in mind to do, Spring? Summer: We'll hear ya out All s
Spring: Um not really Spring: I was hoping we could come up with something together :)
Summer: Alright alright Summer: Then I've got an idea already. Hear me out, yeah? Summer: So my idea is… Summer: Drum roll please
I figured if everything in the universe is me and vice versa, then writing to myself is like writing to an inanimate item, but which of the mes am I writing to? Am I writing to my favorite fork? Maybe my childhood tree house? What about the Eiffel Tower all the way in Paris or that one loaf of bread burning in an oven somewhere?
What if I receive a letter in return from a faraway star in an undiscovered galaxy that begins with a “Dear Me” also? What if so many of us write back in response that all it does is cause chaos? We’re all me, but who are we? Does it matter more than I thought- each and every single one of us using a unique designation to call ourselves by? Should I no longer refer to who I see in the mirror as myself? Or does it only apply to the things I look at but don’t see a me identical to the form I’m currently using?
What if the inner discussions I have with myself are truly all different points of view, just that they’re narrated with the voice of the body I inhabit? For all I know, the struggle I had with myself last night on whether I should drink soda or water was not the me I am now. I could have simply thought, “I’m thirsty,” and, unnoticeably, two other mes, somewhere else in this world of us, answered right away with their suggestions. One- an empty bottle still sitting in the factory waiting to be filled. The other- a fake, potted plant hoping that soaking up H2O like all the greenery outside will make it just as lush and bright. (P.s. the suggested soda was too tempting)
If all we are is each other and each of us is me, then aren’t we all oblivious to the oblivion within us. There're many pieces of ourself we’ve forgotten and won’t ever find again. What if this letter is to one of the unremembered? What do I say when I can’t think of anything besides, “Sorry no one remembers you,” however, is an apology even necessary? Yeah, I might not recognize who you are but, in the end, my point is that we are all one which means you’re also me and I’m not the type to forget even myself.
Maybe all the mes tossed into oblivion are now disguised as the mes in my dreams of alternate worlds made of someone else. Then, again, is there anything to say sorry for? I may not remember but knowing and remembering are two different things. Just because I don’t remember what I know doesn’t mean I no longer know at all. So just because you’ve been erased doesn’t mean you’ve never existed and just because you cease to exist here doesn't mean you can't exist elsewhere. If the absence of your existence was the truth, then where the heck would I deliver this letter to? Even something imaginary is considered real to the individual who dared to imagine, therefore, being that individual, we are real. And, though, all I’ve written here so far might be a compilation of fallacies- so what? All of the fallacies are me as well. We never end. We’re everywhere, everyone, and everything.
Anyways, taking this theory into consideration, let me start the actual letter:
Dear Me, You’re awesome! Yours truly, Me
P.s. This doesn’t make me (us) a narcissist, does it?
Paige looks down past the end of Jace’s finger and sees a bunch of military men walking below them.
“Do… Do you think those are the men who ransacked our hideout?” Paige asks Jace while trying to keep a silent voice.
“I mean, what else could they be out here for? It’s not like there is anybody else living out here and they’re definitely not out having a picnic,” Jace says sarcastically to Paige.
“How many do you think there are?” Paige asks Jace as she scoots closer to him, trying to keep from being noticed by the men below them.
“There has to be at least 15, probably more. But all I know is that these guys are nothing to mess around with!” Jace replies.
“Why do you say that? You’ve beaten plenty of them on your own and came face-to-face with more than just one. Why can’t you take them?” Paige asks, concerned.
“Do you see those green patches with birds in them on the tops of the sleeves of their uniforms? That means they’re at the highest rank. They’re specialists so they definitely know what they are doing,” Jace explains to Paige.
“But then what about all those men you fought? You’re telling me you’ve never fought specialists before?” Paige asks him.
“No, I’m not saying that. I’m just saying I’ve never fought this many at once. Plus, I’m injured and it’s getting really dark, so we don’t need all the attention drawn on us right now,” Jace replies to Paige, trying to keep up his own confidence while also trying to keep her calm and let her feel secure.
“Ohh ok, that makes more sense. See, I knew you could take them. I just wasn’t sure what you meant,” Paige says, putting her hand on his chest as she scoots closer.
At that moment, they hear rustling in the bush next to them. They hold their breath, scared what might come out but soon hear Erick’s voice complaining about all the branches in the way. “God dang it! What is up with all these freaking branches?! Someone needs to take better care of these woods!” Erick says as he gets near the others without even noticing.
“Ohh shoot! I forgot about Erick!” Jace says as he reaches out to grab Erick by the arm and drags him into the bushes along with him and Paige.
“What the…” Erick says as he’s pulled into the bushes, “Hey, what’s the!” he’s cut off by Jace who’s covering his mouth to try and silence him. Erick sees Paige's face and realizes that it’s Jace holding him down. Erick taps on Jaces arm to let him know he understands the situation. Jace releases him and gets back down as they all watch the men finally pass them. “So… Uhh who was that?” Erick asks the group as he’s still a little confused about what’s going on.
“We believe those people are the ones who raided our base,” Paige replies.
“But that place looked like it hadn’t been touched in a while. How could that have been them?” Erick says, confused.
Jace interrupts, “I don’t know what’s going on here but it definitely isn’t good. Something big is probably about to go down.”
“Now, the real question is how are we going to warn the rest of our group about this if we don’t even know where the heck they are? Jace, what are we supposed to do now that we have no way of communicating with them?” Paige asks Jace, looking for some answers.
“Well, first, we should probably try to find somewhere to sleep for the night…” Erick starts to answer when Paige interrupts him, saying, “I was asking Jace, but I guess we should find a place to hunker down for the night.”
“Umm yea. I think that’s a good idea, Erick! Let’s set up camp. But, if we make a fire, we have to keep it low so the light doesn’t attract any unwanted company,” Jace says to the group. “Erick, you and Paige set up the tents while I try to gather some dry wood for a fire,” Jace continues.
“I can help yo…” Paige says as she’s quickly stopped by Jace, “Nah, it shouldn’t be that hard. Plus, I don’t want to run the risk of someone sneaking up behind us and taking you captive.”
“Good point, I guess… But I know how to fight!” Paige replies.
“I’m not saying you don’t, ya big dummy,” Jace says as he flicks her nose, “I’d just feel a lot more comfortable knowing you were somewhere safe instead of wandering around out here alone.”
“Fiiiiine!” Paige says as she leans back and droops her arms, looking up at the sky. “I guess I’ll go with Erick,” she says with a long sigh and then starts laughing.
As Paige takes off, she turns and says, “Erick!! Catch me if you can! Ahaha” She jumps in the air with her arms above her.
“Man, how is she 23 but still, at random moments, acts like a 10 year old?” Erick says to Jace.
“I don’t know, man, but one thing I can say for sure is she’s lucky to still have that fire and joy in her. Let’s hope she never loses it,” Jace says with a little laugh as he puts one hand behind his head and waves at Paige with his other.
“Erick! C’mon! Let’s get going before it gets too dark out!” Paige shouts.
“Hurry up and go before she gets any louder and gains the attention of the troops,” Jace says as he pushes Erick forward.
“Fine, fine, I’m going!” Erick says as he stumbles forward and begins to walk towards Paige. “Hey, don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone!” Erick shouts at Jace.
Jace turns around to look at Erick and says, “Soooo don’t do anything I would normally do?” He lets out a laugh.
“Oof. Umm, yeah, pretty much!” Erick says as he laughs at Jace’s comment.
Jace and Erick turn away from each other, headed to go fulfill their specific jobs.
About 15 minutes pass. Jace is in the woods looking for wood to make a fire with. As he is searching, he leans up against a tree and puts his hand in his shirt because he feels a sharp pain in his side. Jace pulls out his hand from his to see that it’s covered in blood
“Crap, the stitches must have torn without me even knowing. Maybe Paige can help me later, but what do I do right now to stop all this bleeding?” Jace says as he checks his backpack to see if he has anything useful. He pulls out a shirt. “Here we go! This should help with it temporarily,” he says as he starts to rip the shirt and wrap it around his wound to help absorb most of the blood.
Jace picks up the wood that he collected as he leans off the tree. “God this hurts so bad but I have to stand up for them,” Jace says as he pictures Paige and Erick in his head. “Those two are a handful but, without them, I’m sure I wouldn't even be here… It’s starting to get dark,” Jace says while looking up at the sky.
Jace heads towards the site that they had decided upon earlier, struggling to hold the wood any longer because of the pain he has endured. “Hey!” Erick says as he rushes over to Jace, “What happened? Were you attacked?”
“No, no, nothing like that. It's just... After fighting those men when rescuing Paige, I tore open the stitches on my side and I'm finally starting to feel the pain of it,” Jace says as he limps over to a clear spot on the ground to lay down. “Paige, didn’t you work with my mother for a while?” Jace asks.
“Yeah! I did, but not for very long. It was only for a couple of months, so I don't know how good I’ll be,” Paige replies.
“It’s fine! Dont worry about it. It doesn't have to be perfect. I just need this thing cleaned and stitched up,” Jace says as he slams his fist on the ground in pain.
“Paige, hurry! Help him! I've never seen him in this much pain!” Erick panics, grabbing a hold of Jace’s hand.
Paige, scared because she hasn't done any medical stuff in months, starts to peel away Jace’s shirt and unties the other shirt that Jace wrapped around himself to stop the bleeding.
“I’ve never seen him in this much pain! What could be causing him so much pain?” Paige wonders. She observes his wound, trying to find the root of the pain and notices something. She apologizes while digging her finger into his wound, “Jace, I'm so sorry! I’m so sorry!” she repeats over and over.
Erick takes off his belt and puts it in Jace’s mouth to prevent him from yelling. With the belt in his mouth, Jace buries his face into the ground as he endures all the pain.
“What the…” Paige says as she feels a little object inside his wound. “Jace, this is gonna hurt. Brace yourself in 3… 2…”
“MMMMMMMMM!” Jace groans in pain as she pulls the object from his side.
We noticed how a snowflake of ours landed upon a tear streaming down your cheek one night. It was then we worried if maybe we made it too cold for your already weakened heart to bear. But we didn’t want to leave just yet. Why? We weren’t sure. We’ve never gravitated towards a single land floater like that before, but, for whatever fate’s reason, whether to freeze your tears, numb the pain, or other, we stayed and let it snow 'til sunrise. ~ Sending more snow kisses soon in case you need them.
Sincerely, Snow Clouds
Dear Snow Clouds,
The other night, I kneeled outside and looked to the seemingly dark and empty sky. I saw no difference between it and the heart thumping inside my chest.
Everything was numb except my nose, burning red from the freezing temperatures, yet I know I felt it. It was barely a whisper that touched my cheek- cold but comforting, a snowflake. It melted too fast for me to believe there was more than just a cloudless sky above. Yet, at that moment, when my hope started to fade, another fell, then another, and another. All around me snowflakes swayed, twirling about in all their bright, white grace.
I couldn’t thank you all enough for showing me what could be hidden within a supposed void when I was just about to drown in mine to end it all.
With all the gratitude a human can give, A stranger on the ground