Imagine a fish, one glowing, sparkling with shining colors and hues. The fish swims, moving ever along in the sea that is life. pixabay, as always Scratch that. You want me to scratch a fish? Wouldn't

Life is a fascinating thing, especially seeing as it's a door. Well, not exactly a door, more of a container really. Specifically, a jar. And since, you see, a door is a jar, it logically follows that

John blinked once then winced. The pain in his joints, these creaky old bones – it was getting worse as the years went by. He felt rather lonely as he always did, the kids had stopped by earlier and he’d

Sponge cake is a rather weird sort of food, of the type that would seem to break the universe, and, of course its fundamental laws. Why, you may ask. No, you're not allowed to ask. Really, what made you

Some days, as I walk down the street, passing houses and stores, buildings and other buildings, and of course the occasional people or vehicles, I reimagine the world as it could be in the future. We,

Imagine a room, blank of all shapes, colors, obstrusions. It's a simple cube, just white walls and ceilings, not even a single window. It's lit somehow without light, for a light would take away from it's

There is a character somewhere, blazing with the light of infinite possibilities. Well, there are a few of them, at least a bookful, but likely far more. In this case, however, we're just searching for

Sometimes I get in this mood, sometimes my mind fixates on numbers. I'm not entirely certain why, but I think it may have something to do with the devils's number - 144, of course. More on that later.

Verrimo Satamo stood in the temple, wondering if this was going to work, if his message had even gotten through. The person he was trying to contact was... elusive. Suddenly he started. The temple he stood

At that incredibly momentous moment of serendipity, I attempt to understand exactly what's running through my brain, nonexistent though it may be. Why, exactly, did I think this was a good idea? Why on

Did you ever notice how someone is always trying to make a profit off of you? " A penny for your thoughts." So... wait a second. You want my two cents, so you're offering me a penny? Well, that

“When life gives you melons, you might be dyslexic” ― Jay McLean, Where the Road Takes Me Well. I figured tossing in a random quote from someone might give me an idea of where to go from there, but I've

Despite whatever it may appear like from various posts and comments, I am not chemically imbalanced, nor mentally unstable. I know this for a fact, God told me so. He also told me to go out and start a

And by We, I of course mean I, because I'm an egocentric, arrogant, self-aware - by which I mean aware of the greatness that is myself, that is my self, that is... You know what? I've said enough. If you're

I... for some reason I don't have anything to say. SO have some art with no purpose, no skill, and no meaning. These look too similar. Mostly because they were painted in the same way - without effort.

The world will end, bitcoin will crash, and all people shalt die before you get anywhere without a nice, eye-catching, doom-proclaiming first sentence. Examples not included. Add lots of images by gaelx

There's a moment when the sky begins to turn, there's a place where the shades in the background create a stunning visage, an incredible image. Ok, I think that's enough of that. Blech. I sound arrogant,

... Ok, fine. It totally is. But in my defense, there wasn't much else I could do. I had this genius idea: I'm gonna write the title before I write the post. Brilliant. So how am I supposed to capture

I have something to tell you. It's a matter of life and death... Hydrogen! Eh? EH!? Not bad, right? It's a matter of life and death, hydrogen... Matter. Sometimes I disgust myself. Seriously, I sound like

I just realized something. I don't know the meaning of life. And this is truly terrible, for how can one go through life without understanding the why, the how, the what? It's a rather terrible thing.