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Taking The Right Steps
The pathway was never laid out When I was young, I used to play outside My thoughts would always glide I never fit in I was a rebel inside
By Arlo Wysee11 minutes ago in Poets
5 Minutes in the City
An old black man sidles across the street Black suit, white tie Folded newspaper in his hand > He swings his arm and fans the paper behind him
By Gene Lass41 minutes ago in Poets
The Itch to Explore: Why Adventure Themes Keep Players Coming Back
Something specific happens when a game puts you at the edge of a map and tells you the next territory is uncharted. The curiosity that fires up is not a complicated psychological phenomenon. It is the same basic human drive that built trade routes across deserts and sent people up mountains for no commercially justifiable reason. Game designers figured out early that they did not need to manufacture this impulse; they just needed to create conditions where it could activate. That discovery quietly became the foundation of one of the most durable design principles in the medium.
By sammmyabout an hour ago in Writers
The Explorer
I found an ant Crawling on the outside Of my office window Here on the third floor > Idiot There’s no food up here
By Gene Lassabout an hour ago in Poets
Sitting with My Self-Hate
Some days, the ickiness eats me up. What I see in the mirror: my face or that part of my body I have touched. The ickiness eats me up. I look and see the emotional disgust erupt throughout, like so many times before. Fractured ribbons of hate, self-loathing. An explosion of discomfort insidiously batters through every metre of my digestive tract, through each pore. Through every nerve. I feel cold inside out.
By Chantal Christieabout an hour ago in Poets
The Disco at the Heart of Dusk, Chapter Three
Then the girls really were hurrying, hand-in-hand with piteous screams. Their pursuers weren’t stupid, and knew about the oilseed, though some among them boasted a means of long-range capture as Gachna did. The ambitious knew what value there was in currying favour with that one, and the thought of restoring to him one of his truants held appeal. Most of the so-called big boys however were motivated merely by cruel enjoyment, and sought no reward more tangible than the pleasure of frightening an innocent victim.
By Doc Sherwoodabout an hour ago in Chapters
The Disco at the Heart of Dusk, Chapter Two
“I’ve been to a hundred and two discos,” Sheila announced as she and Miss Ugly strode down the plaza that evening. “Or it might even be a hundred and three, because I stopped counting at ninety-seven but I know it’s somewhere in that region. So, you just stick close, Miss Ugly. I can’t guarantee this one’s going to be any better or worse than the other discos I’ve been to.”
By Doc Sherwoodabout an hour ago in Chapters
The Disco at the Heart of Dusk, Chapter One
Flashsatsumas and the counter-Juniper were at the bus stop by the front gate, bright flags flying behind them. “I’m never going to get used to this place,” said Flashsatsumas, hands on hips.
By Doc Sherwoodabout an hour ago in Chapters