trappedslider
Legend
All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin' in the sun,
Talkin' 'bout the things
They woulda coulda shoulda done...
But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
All ran away and hid
From one little Did. - Shel Silverstein
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Layin' in the sun,
Talkin' 'bout the things
They woulda coulda shoulda done...
But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
All ran away and hid
From one little Did. - Shel Silverstein
CleverNickName
Limit Break Dancing (He/They)
Soon.
Bedrockgames
I post in the voice of Christopher Walken
I am contemplating toasting the pumpkin seeds in a pan this year
trappedslider
Legend
I saw pumpkin spice oeros today at walmart
Bedrockgames
I post in the voice of Christopher Walken
My wife gets iced filthy chai's most mornings and it is like pumpkin spice all year.
Something about pumpkin spice, the fragrance, bugs me every October. Around here the stores all spray their entry ways with it and have a kind of scented pine cone. I think it makes the air smell like garbage because it is such a concentrated amount
CleverNickName
Limit Break Dancing (He/They)
Last year's writing contest was all about Starbucks and their Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Well I'm gathering up ideas and prizes for this year's contest, and it's gonna be all about the Dunkin'.
Stay tuned!
Stay tuned!
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Yeah, that definitely seems like a topic that merits you two getting so hot that you'll almost certainly get red text coming your way.
Scribe
Legend
Are we even conversing, if not toeing that line?!
trappedslider
Legend
I redid my thing:
In the heart of the bustling steam-powered city of Arcanum, where gears clank and steam hisses from every corner, I raced through the narrow, labyrinthine streets. My heart pounded in rhythm with the thrum of the city, a place where the clash of magic and machinery was just another spectacle in an ordinary day.
Behind me, I could hear the heavy boots of the city guard echoing ominously, their shouts barely cutting through the city’s cacophony. I gritted my teeth, clutching the small, glowing artifact I had "borrowed" from the pompous Lord Carrington’s estate.
“Stop her!” one of the guards bellowed, but his voice was already being swallowed by the noise around me.
I glanced up at the towering walls of the alleyway, my mind racing. There was no way I was going to let them catch me. I focused, feeling the familiar tingle of magic coursing through my veins. The world around me seemed to slow as I called upon the arcane energies, blending them with my own physical prowess.
With a fluid motion, I leapt toward the wall, my boots skidding across the rough, soot-covered surface. Magic surged into my limbs, enhancing my agility as I pushed off and ran along the vertical surface, the steam from the city rising around me like a shroud.
Below, I could hear the guards skidding to a halt, their disbelief almost palpable. I couldn’t help but smirk, feeling the rush of adrenaline and power. I reached the end of the alley, where the wall gave way to open air.
For a brief moment, I hung in the balance, suspended between the crumbling wall and the gaping void. Then, with a final burst of magic, I kicked off the wall, flipping through the air and landing gracefully on the rooftop opposite.
I could hear the guards cursing below, knowing their quarry had vanished like a wisp of steam. I took a deep breath, the artifact still warm in my hand, its runes glowing softly. My gaze drifted to the horizon, where the city’s skyline was a tangle of metal spires and drifting airships.
“Better luck next time, boys,” I whispered to myself before slipping into the shadows of the rooftops, my next destination already in mind.
Behind me, I could hear the heavy boots of the city guard echoing ominously, their shouts barely cutting through the city’s cacophony. I gritted my teeth, clutching the small, glowing artifact I had "borrowed" from the pompous Lord Carrington’s estate.
“Stop her!” one of the guards bellowed, but his voice was already being swallowed by the noise around me.
I glanced up at the towering walls of the alleyway, my mind racing. There was no way I was going to let them catch me. I focused, feeling the familiar tingle of magic coursing through my veins. The world around me seemed to slow as I called upon the arcane energies, blending them with my own physical prowess.
With a fluid motion, I leapt toward the wall, my boots skidding across the rough, soot-covered surface. Magic surged into my limbs, enhancing my agility as I pushed off and ran along the vertical surface, the steam from the city rising around me like a shroud.
Below, I could hear the guards skidding to a halt, their disbelief almost palpable. I couldn’t help but smirk, feeling the rush of adrenaline and power. I reached the end of the alley, where the wall gave way to open air.
For a brief moment, I hung in the balance, suspended between the crumbling wall and the gaping void. Then, with a final burst of magic, I kicked off the wall, flipping through the air and landing gracefully on the rooftop opposite.
I could hear the guards cursing below, knowing their quarry had vanished like a wisp of steam. I took a deep breath, the artifact still warm in my hand, its runes glowing softly. My gaze drifted to the horizon, where the city’s skyline was a tangle of metal spires and drifting airships.
“Better luck next time, boys,” I whispered to myself before slipping into the shadows of the rooftops, my next destination already in mind.
and without the magic
In the heart of the bustling steam-powered city of Arcanum, where gears clank and steam hisses from every corner, I raced through the narrow, labyrinthine streets. My heart pounded in rhythm with the thrum of the city, a place where the clash of industry and innovation was just part of the daily chaos.
Behind me, I could hear the heavy boots of the city guard echoing ominously, their shouts barely cutting through the city’s noise. I gritted my teeth, clutching the small, glowing artifact I had "borrowed" from the pompous Lord Carrington’s estate.
“Stop her!” one of the guards bellowed, but his voice was already being swallowed by the din around me.
I glanced up at the towering walls of the alleyway, my mind racing. There was no way I was going to let them catch me. I focused on my surroundings, relying on instinct and sheer determination.
With a fluid motion, I leapt toward the wall, my boots skidding across the rough, soot-covered surface. I pushed off, running along the vertical surface with everything I had, the steam from the city rising around me like a shroud.
Below, I could hear the guards skidding to a halt, their disbelief almost palpable. I couldn’t help but smirk, feeling the rush of adrenaline as I reached the end of the alley, where the wall gave way to open air.
For a brief moment, I hung in the balance, suspended between the crumbling wall and the gaping void. Then, with a final burst of energy, I kicked off the wall, flipping through the air and landing gracefully on the rooftop opposite.
I could hear the guards cursing below, knowing their quarry had vanished like a wisp of steam. I took a deep breath, the artifact still warm in my hand, its runes glowing softly. My gaze drifted to the horizon, where the city’s skyline was a tangle of metal spires and drifting airships.
“Better luck next time, boys,” I whispered to myself before slipping into the shadows of the rooftops, my next destination already in mind.
Behind me, I could hear the heavy boots of the city guard echoing ominously, their shouts barely cutting through the city’s noise. I gritted my teeth, clutching the small, glowing artifact I had "borrowed" from the pompous Lord Carrington’s estate.
“Stop her!” one of the guards bellowed, but his voice was already being swallowed by the din around me.
I glanced up at the towering walls of the alleyway, my mind racing. There was no way I was going to let them catch me. I focused on my surroundings, relying on instinct and sheer determination.
With a fluid motion, I leapt toward the wall, my boots skidding across the rough, soot-covered surface. I pushed off, running along the vertical surface with everything I had, the steam from the city rising around me like a shroud.
Below, I could hear the guards skidding to a halt, their disbelief almost palpable. I couldn’t help but smirk, feeling the rush of adrenaline as I reached the end of the alley, where the wall gave way to open air.
For a brief moment, I hung in the balance, suspended between the crumbling wall and the gaping void. Then, with a final burst of energy, I kicked off the wall, flipping through the air and landing gracefully on the rooftop opposite.
I could hear the guards cursing below, knowing their quarry had vanished like a wisp of steam. I took a deep breath, the artifact still warm in my hand, its runes glowing softly. My gaze drifted to the horizon, where the city’s skyline was a tangle of metal spires and drifting airships.
“Better luck next time, boys,” I whispered to myself before slipping into the shadows of the rooftops, my next destination already in mind.
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