Broken_Orange_Juice

Great point! I mention towards the end in parenthesis. (With Jesus’s statement being powerful since leprosy was actually contagious). But also, even when we knew AIDS wasn't contagious, what I saw in my research was that people continued to believe it was for a long time after it was confirmed it wasn't.

"Ice agent feld from angry residents outside new york school" is so funny. I want to shake one of hte residents hands.

Where do you find cool blogs? I run a blog myself, and have come across a few cool ones, but is there a place where people promote their blogs and where I can find blogs I might like?

I've applied to plenty of magazines and haven't gotten in, so I figured I'd apply to a paid competition. It's a medium sized magazine so I don't think I just got scammed. I suspect it's paid because the prize pool was pretty large (250 bucks for I think 20 winning writers). Thank you for reading my work!

... caffeinated tea? Is he not dead? That's like, 500 mg after a short Google search.

It was pitch black, an empty void. The only indication that there was any end to it at all was the echoes bouncing back and forth against the walls with his first step.

The sound slowly grew in volume throughout the following minute. The man didn’t move a muscle for several seconds, while the sound amplified in volume. The echo across the walls faltered. With this, a soft humming sound shook the room, almost too low to hear it.

Jack moved his head around, reaching his hands out in the dark, with the booming quieting, he felt safe to continue figuring out where he was.

He reached towards the floor and moved his hand back and forth, feeling the grass prickle his fingers. It was damp, from a cool humid night. The blades of grass each echoed the sound of the smallest blades being unsheathed. Normally unheard, but now the sound jumped back and forth. At first the hair on Jack’s forearm stood like a scared kitten, his heart beat hastening, and the hum grew.

He carefully took his hand off the grass, but the blades soon after became real, the echoes ripping through his skin, leaving flecks of blood across his arm. He held his tongue, careful not to make a sound; to make things worse. But his heart had other plans. While it continued to beat the humming turned to a roar in the distance.

Petrified, he tried to keep still for as long as humanly possible, but the gentle roar became the voice of a lion crying out just before him.

Soon enough Jack yearned for the blades of sound to return, to rip through his skin, rather than remain in the room. As the storm grew so did his heart: he could feel every beat, perfectly in sync with the sound drumming against his chest. No longer silly little waves, but now a boulder, pushing him to the wall. With a loud thud he fell to the ground. His life flashed before his eyes even before his death, for he knew what came next.

The thud made its way across the room, shook the walls and returned to Jack while he cried in agony. He pulled at the grass with tears falling across his face. Shaking and writhing in pain, covered in a blanket of blood. His tears fell across his body, salt to a wound, he let out a final cry.

There was a silence, filled with anxiety for the next boom. And eventually it came, but no echo came with it. The walls fell to rubble, but Jack couldn’t get up. He lay in the grass kept warm by his own blood around his neck, waiting for the will to get up again.

"What this means is: We are feeding greedy treasure-loving dragons with our own data then kneeling under their lifted tails with our mouths wide open all ready to consume the shit that explodes out of their scaly, rancid assholes."

Absolutely disgusting depiction. Love it. This is super good stuff dude, keep on writing!

Thanks!

Thanks for the link, seems like an interesting read. Anarchism is severely misrepresented by the media, I knew it wasn't exactly the Purge but I always imagined it as such. Do you have any interesting fiction books in mind that represent anarchism well? Something along the lines of 1984 and that type of book.

It appears it doesn't at all! Thanks for all the replies, I have a lot of reading to do!

I'm here to take the religious meme too seriously.

I'm 100% all with preaching equality, and just as much with helping out your local sex workers (not buying their... services. You know what I mean by "helping out"). But Jesus did not incite anarchism, quite the opposite. He asks us to obey the laws, whether they're Godly or otherwise (as long as they don't go against the laws of Christ, as is demonstrated in the book of Daniel). Without the very human traffic laws that God didn't find important to discuss in the Bible, there would be actual anarchy, and coming from a country that is without traffic law enforcement, I can tell you, no Christian would vouch for this.

Other things Christ would love for you to do this Christmas (or any day of the year). Pass out food to homeless people, better yet, get to know one and invite them over for a meal in a warm home with good company and social support. Regardless of your views, support a kid who's a member from the LGBTQ+ community who might be rejected by their parents. If you're an employer, reach out to any employees who live far from family and invite them over for some baked goods, a meal, and some good conversation and fun. If you're a student (like myself), reach out and setup a mini potluck where everyone brings something.

Christ didn't ask that we hate anyone. Christ asks to spread love, and with the cold weather and festive spirits, there is plenty of room to spread love.

As others have worded it, it's a hobby. Self hosting is only necessary for a very small number of people, less than one percent of people on here, but it's a fun hobby, and I've learned a lot about software and networks from messing with self hosting stuff.