CanadianBaconBits

Was my newest work a flop?

Tomorrow is just a normal day of school for me, but it's also a massive milestone. It's the 1-year anniversary of me overcoming my darkest moment- a day that was almost my last.
          
          I'm still here.
          
          To celebrate, I've scheduled a Chapter for 04:00am CST. I based Xurnis on myself during that time, and Viloun on every person who loved me enough to be my sheild. This is my 'thank you' to the anchors in my life. Hope you love it.  :3

To everyone who is following me, ik there are few if any, but I wanted help
          
          So for a basic story about "Good titles for a story about a character who has lost their memory, wakes in a world where everyone has powers, has the powers of purity and rejuvination, encounters a trickster who steals to survive, eventually make friends with the trickster" what are some good title ideas?

Goodness gracious, feels like an eternity since I've been on here. Well anyway, I am going to be actually trying to write a story. Universe help me so I don't get adhd'd for the like 16th time in a row

Why’d you leave the server?

Thanks for the nice comment, I couldn’t respond to it so I’m thanking you here. Is everything genuinely, alright? Or are the lows getting ya?

Whats up my fellow cheese eaters. Im actually 50% with completing episode 1... who knew taking 4 AP classes would be so time consuming

One small sound, one small word, in tounges all over the world, I said it, I said it.

To the graduates who have somehow stumbled upon this user: Great job making it through twelve (or so) years of what is either very annoying or was very good. (Of course referring to school). I don't know anyone personally, but if I would suggest pushing past the bad times. Because as a writer once said "Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny." So don't give up. 
          To the family/friends of graduates: keep them encouraged, and help them out. If you are a graduate yourself do things that others were not able to give you those first few years or so. We all have a purpose, it might not be a self-centered one, and that's ok. A society needs connections to be great.

As the sunset creeps over the vast and seemingly empty land, one thing remains. A poor man, with all the wealth of the world. Selflessness he doesn't share, knowledge he fails to comprehend. He finally got what he wanted, just to have it torn from his calloused hands. Just beyond the glint beyond the horizon, once a prosperous place, a land now sets still. The bustling of the city comes to a close. 
          (Excercise 1: write 400 words)