In the quiet morning skies, I fly,The world below me passing by,Tired of a city, cold and grey,A place I called my home, but never stayed.

The streets I knew, the faces there,Some lost their warmth, like fading air.The noise, the rush, it wore me down—No comfort found in that old town.

But now I soar, the clouds my guide,To where my heart can safely hide.The city fades, no longer mine,I’m heading home, where stars align.

A real home waits, where peace is near,Far from the past I once held dear.The sky is bright, the day is long,But soon I’ll rest, where I belong.

I swear, it was just to annoy my star wars loving brother with spoilers -- Oh who am I kidding I'm obsessed with the show. Also if ur reading this and like it too I dare you to write and send me an altered universe one where vader doesn't become... Vader? I wonder how that would go and this site has too many sequel trilogy stories. Or send me some good prequel/original trilogy fanfic to read

"Tell a child, "What is wrong with you?!", long enough and they will soon question it themselves."

The Ctrl-Z is perhaps one of the most used keyboard shortcuts in the world today. Just a single flick of your left hand and everything you've typed can be cleared away. Whether it was a mistake, or just something that would have been better left unsaid, the contents of the Ctrl-Z will never be recovered upon closure of the document or programme.

Just like how shredded paper cannot be pieced back together (unless, if you're using a really inefficient shredder, or are reallybad at shredding paper by hand), there's a sense of finality in one’s decision not to send something. Once it's destroyed, it's destroyed -;never to return again. And if it does, it (very likely) will never be truly identical.

If you have written a letter before, good for you. I hope you had a good letter-writing experience, and depending on whether you wanted one or not, I hope you had the reply you wanted. If you haven't written a letter, I suggest you do so sometime. Whether to a lover, a friend, a parent, a stranger, or even to yourself. It can be a good way to relieve stress from work, mental buildup from everyday life, or even just good writing practice. Hell, you don't even need to send it (though if you don’t then email it to [email protected] so I can use it as material thanks).

Regardless of if you've written a letter before, I'm sure everyone here has had the experience of writing something and then just nuking it from existence. Maybe it's a confession to a crush? A 1-month notice to your employer? A credit card number for an impulsive purchase?

Do you remember why you ended up deleting it?

I hope you understand the reasons behind the creation - and destruction of each letter that follows this introduction.

You don't need to think too much about what you'll be reading (if you intend on going any further after reading this introduction of course). After all, letters are ephemeral, and there is zero need to understand, reflect, or empathise with anyone here. Let this only serve as a reminder that we are, at the end of the day, all human. Each of us live as main characters in our own little worlds, and act as extras in the hilariously complicated and convoluted play that is “Planet Earth”. Yes, of course, there are main characters. But I highly doubt you (the reader) or I (the writer) will even be eligible for a supporting character award. Whether you want to assign it as a comedy, tragedy, or as anime fans would call “a slice-of-life” - well that's up to you.

You can assign whatever label you want. The genre you assign to “Planet Earth”, won't be unanimously agreed upon anyways. There's 8.2 billion of us here.

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All depictions are purely fictional and similarities with real-life events, locations, or persons are coincidental.

[Verse]

She has always had a lot of attention

Her slim body wakes up a wild passion

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a stunning face

Such a memorable beauty with true grace

Girls are jealous, men are fascinated

It’s not amazing she’s loved and hated

[Pre-Chorus]

She seems fragile and delicate

It’s like she can easily be hurt

She looks so tender and sensitive

It’s easy for her to forget and forgive

(You don’t know how wrong you are)

[Chorus]

Strength in her soul, courage in her heart

Don’t call her a stupid and weak blonde

You have no idea of what she can do

When someone needs to be rescued

She’s ready to sacrifice, she’s ready to die

She doesn’t need the brick wall to hide

'Cause a hero lives inside this beauty

[Verse 2]

She may be afraid of any little thing

Feel goosebumps on her tender skin

Sweaty hands, lack of air, heart attack

And think the world’s gonna go black

Shouts are bursting out, tears are flowing

It’s impossible to believe she can win

[Pre-Chorus]

Who said girls can’t be heroes?

Why can’t they be like roses

With sharp thorns that can kill?

Why can't they face their fear?

(Girls can be warriors and knights)

[Chorus]

Strength in her soul, courage in her heart

Don’t call her a stupid and weak blonde

You have no idea of what she can do

When someone needs to be rescued

She’s ready to sacrifice, she’s ready to die

She doesn’t need the brick wall to hide

'Cause a hero lives inside this beauty

[Post-Chorus]

A hero inside the beauty

A hero inside the beauty

[Bridge]

Beauty is only skin deep

Don’t label her as weak

She is not a fragile flower

The blonde’s got the power

[Breakdown]

Don’t judge the book by its cover

[Chorus]

Strength in her soul, courage in her heart

Don’t call her a stupid and weak blonde

You have no idea of what she can do (oh, oh, oh)

When someone needs to be rescued

She’s ready to sacrifice, she’s ready to die (to die)

She doesn’t need the brick wall to hide

'Cause a hero lives inside this beauty

[Post-Chorus]

A hero inside the beauty

Oh, oh, oh oh

A hero inside the beauty

Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Outro]

She’s ready to sacrifice, she’s ready to die

She doesn’t need the brick wall to hide

Date of creation: 10/06/2024

Word count: 100

Author’s note: This was my entry for round two, part two. The prompt was to write a drabble (exactly 100 words) containing the words "Neverland" and "crocodile."

It’s time for you to sleep and forget now.

The angel with slate gray hair and black-veined, wispy gray wings faded into darkness. I’d seen her before. I knew I had. But where? The memory danced just out of my grasp, as ephemeral as Wendy’s Neverland.

Wendy…

Images appeared and blended and faded, traces of reality and dashes of fantasy. A cartoon crocodile chasing Captain Hook; melting snow and orange heat cubes; Frosty the snowman and a BTS music video; a wintry scene encased in a snow globe of ice…

She was in the snow globe. Her name was Wendy.

"Till Dawn They Weep"

Nothing but tears flow from their faces,

Like rivers of foreign lands into the seas.

The storm's washed away their lives and dreams,

Leaving a stark memory of what used to be.

Grandparents washed out to sea like so much debris,

Children left orphans as their parents are missing for days.

The rushing water unrelenting as winds speed up,

Blowing away their playthings down a flooded street,

Its name unknown as the sign that bore its name is gone as well.

Fire would be a change from this watery hell.

Till dawn they weep,

The morning will bring no relief,

As the world they know is gone.

All the songs and records played this summer

Are now clogging the sewer drains

Along with the people who sang them.

Some of us are lucky; we are far from the storms.

We complain of a little rain,

As we sleep soundly in our beds,

Without a care in our heads,

As a little girl's family lies dead at the end of her road,

Wet and bloated and unrecognizable.

Now she's left for dead as well, to die in the cold.

It's one thing to move to a different country to study.It's another for a working holiday visa.And another, to just move because you're out of options and don't know what the hell you're doing.

An adult.

1️⃣ I have noticed lately, many things have been happening. From global warming to fears, an anticipation built up. Great times for motives to play up ur mind and conscious mind, enough to incite anyones nerves. If it happens. It won't be in a blink of an eye. Even to end something, it takes time, testing patience.

But don't worry; it won't happen NOW. Not tomorrow, not in a year, not in our life's lexistence.

Who knows?

🕝  Luna and Comet🕝

Going back in time Part

Written by-Chaithra Sree Sabbasani

Chapter One - Science Class

It was fourth period, which meant science class in Room 189, the place filled with all the

coolest things you could ever imagine. As I grabbed four big, fat science books, my roommate, Lucy, suddenly appeared behind me. With her mischievous grin, she greeted me just in time for Mr. Anderson's class. The room hummed with excitement as our teacher set up an experiment at the front. Today's topic was the wonders of the universe – black holes, galaxies, and maybe even extraterrestrial life. Throughout the lesson, Lucy couldn't resist cracking jokes, making the class more entertaining. As the bell rang, Mr. Anderson gave us an exciting homework assignment: to create a machine that lets us go back in time, but there was a twist,  whichever two partners could finish building their time machine the fastest would get this year’s space award of fastest time machine built. Lucy’s eyes lit up, she always loved races, and she was sure she would win this one.

Chapter Two - The Plan

Lucy and I tackled the challenge of building a time machine for Mr.Anderson’s homework in our dorm room. Our plan was for each of us to bring our ideas. Lucy who loved races, suggested a friendly competition for our project. We split the tasks - she handled the machine’s parts, and I explored the theories. The excitement of time travel fueled our creativity, and late-night brainstorming sessions became our secret meet-ups. The room buzzed with anticipation as we worked on our time machine, unaware of the exciting journey that the science project had in store for us in the world of temporal exploration.

Chapter Three - We’re done!!!

“Done,” we both said at the same time after we put the last and final piece together.”Now we just need to see if it works” I said to Lucy. Lucy was my roommate she was always nice to me and she’s smart, so that’s why I picked her to be my partner.” Okay testing 5 4 3 2”, “Wait!!!”, I interrupted Lucy,” What if we get blown up???, we should wear protective suits just in case”, I said “I guess”, she replied. As we got in our suits the time machine malfunctioned and turned on, sucking us into the past.

Chapter Four - Where Are We and Which Year Is This?

We landed right in front of an Ice cream shop, at least it looked like one,” Let’s go buy some ice cream!!!”, said Lucy” Woah there, now we don’t know if that’s Ice Cream'', I said.”Sure we do, it looks like it”, replied Lucy as she walked up to the guy who was as big as Godzilla. She bravely walked up to him and said “Can I have an Ice cream” She asked with puppy eyes.”Little girl this is not Ice cream, and why are you here, aren’t you supposed to be with the other kids?”. “Ummm… what other kids?” she asked, she was about to say something else but I cut in and said ”Sorry she just has um… this kind of memory loss called um,” I quickly looked around and saw a shop name, Nepalamonia “Nepalamonia,” I continued. “Isn’t that the name of a shop, you know what, I do not care. Just go to the other kids over there,” he said. We did not want to follow his directions, but we knew what was going to happen if we didn’t, so we went over to the other kids.

Chapter Five - Help!!!

After we got to the group they took us into some building which was somehow supposed to protect us even though it was made of glass! We sat down there until… “Hey, let’s try to escape,” Lucy said. I shook my head. “Why not?” she asked sadly, starting to get up. I pulled her hand which made her fall down to the ground. After a while she ran to the door when I wasn’t looking, so there was nothing else to do but chase her. “STOP,” the soldiers said, but we didn’t listen, so they ran after us. In a little while they caught up to us and threw us in a prison. “I thought that kids weren’t supposed to go to prison!” Lucy said, I told her to shut up but she continued, so I put a hand over her mouth. “We need to find a way to escape!” I whispered in her ear. She finally shut up and we started to talk about our plan until Comet barged in by teleporting, which is one of the robotic dogs’ superpowers “Comet!” I said, very happy to see him.

Chapter Six-Escaping

“Could you help us escape?” I asked. He took a scroll of paper out from his paw and wrote ‘Let’s make a deal, if you give me a treat I will help you escape’. “Deal,” I said and shook his furry paw. He clicked a button on his paw and entered the code ‘59647’, which made some blades come out of his paw. Then, he went over and cut a square out of the bars, just enough for us to squeeze through. “We’re free!!!” Lucy said and started doing the funniest dance in the world!

Chapter Seven-Finding the Time Machine

“But you still have to sign the paper,” Comet said. I rolled my eyes and signed the paper, that’s when I saw that it said ‘You have to give me 100 bags of treats’. “Metal shaped as treats are expensive and I NEVER EVER AGREED TO THIS SCAM,” I said, outraged. “You already signed the contract!” Comet said, as he snatched the scroll from my hand and ran away from me. “Robotic dogs…,” I mumbled under my breath. “What happened,” Lucy said, finishing the dance. “Nothing,” I answered, “Where’s Comet,” she asked forcing me to bite my tongue so I didn’t accidentally say ‘why do you care, you freak’, “Nowhere, but do you know where the time machine is?” I asked. “I think I do, based on the research I think it’s in the capital monument,” Lucy said, acting smart. “You’re just saying that because you want to be smart, aren’t you?” I said half-laughing.  She nodded, guilty. “I think it should be just where we left it,” I said, trying to find where we first started. After a little while we finally found the so-called ice cream shop. The time machine wasn’t there, so I looked for traces of where they put it. Finally, I found a trace. I wave for Lucy to come with me. And we found the time machine, after what seemed like an eternity. “Lucy!!!” I whisper screamed, getting her attention away from the ice cream man. Lucy finally looked at me and said “I found the time machine,” I rolled my eyes and started planning how to get the time machine back.

Chapter Eight- Drugged

After I was done planning, I started telling the plan to Lucy but right then, a guard found us.

That’s the end of Book 1/Part 1, hope you like it! The continuation of this book will be in Book 2/ Part 2