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Write a story about something that never changes throughout an ever-evolving world.
Think about the properties of this thing that make it so consistent, and whether this makes it good or bad.
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Life is full of seasons. With each season comes change, some good and some bad, but the one thing that didn't change was the love my grandmother showed me. That love was not always expressed as kind words and a hug. Sometimes my actions warranted gentle guidance and discipline to teach me wrong from right. As I became older, I took for granted that love, having never not had it. When my grandmothe...
When you are born people say that your life starts
I disagree it starts when you babble and people listen
It starts when people hear your voice
When they start to hear it your personality can become clear
Maybe you’re sassy, funny, kind, sad, torn, excited,or energetic
When your heard people start to like you or hate you those that like you often become your friend
When you make friends with s...
“There will always be people who doubt you, Thomas,” his mother had said, “it’s up to you whether you let them bring you down.”
Thomas had been six at the time, clinging to his mother’s skirts, palms grazed from slipping over gravel. He couldn’t quite remember how it had happened, but the memory of his mother wrapping him in her arms was as strong as her peony perfume.
“There now,” she’d kissed...
God is forever the same
Never changing and his name
He is God everlasting
The bright star never changing
He gave his Son to adore
So we’ll live forevermore
We praise God and his Son
Holy Spirit three in one
God adopted each of us
And he made man from the dust
From man’s rib women were made
For Gods love will never fade...
The world dances to the beat of the universe, wearing its shoes made from shining golden stars. They tap against the blackness of the galaxy and dance on the ceiling, for there’s nothing too crazy for this world.
Blinding lights reflect off of buildings and shield people from seeing the blood running through the streets. The call of death rings in the ears of those who fear it the most. Three si...
Mark sat down in the back of the small apartment with his hands clenched together. He looked over at the digital clock hanging on the wall over a worn leather sofa. Everything he has was worn and second-hand.
It was a quarter after two.
He rubbed his face and laid his head back against the wall. A large sigh exhales from his body reveals the nerves in his stomach.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” he s...
Flynn whirled around. “But those are senseless! Prophecies are senseless! Useless! Propaganda!” he blurted. “You’re not even supposed to know Alexis took the scroll!”
“I didn’t know she found the scroll,” Quintilian said calmly, fingering his staff. A milky orb sat at its top, glowing white. “She only said she knew the prophecy somehow. Interesting she chose the scroll route.” He stroked his bear...
Esmerelda.
She was the one thing that never changed.
Flynn traced his hand along the giant hourglass in front of him, its surface cold against his fingertips.
Five years.
Five years until they made it off this wretched ship. That’s what Quintilian had told them, no, promised them. All he had to do was make it through five years.
And then there was the issue of the prophecy...
But one th...
It is there. Always ‘is’, nothing else. A thousand years ago it had been spotted in the stars from the Plutonian base where the unlimited expanse could be seen and heard without any interference from all the space junk reflecting light and sound. There was no way to know what it was, for it never changed in any way. It held steady in the swirling cosmos, which made it easier to shoot for with ca...
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