Under the bridge held the last known mass of water in existence, the rest had been squandered away and sent into space for the colonies on the moon to use and dispose of as they please. Of course, the people left with the water still on earth couldn’t drink it, but had to go through extreme extra precautions to clean it. And it was now in short supply. A quest as dark and vast as space itself to retrieve that water which sustains the withering and tattered earthlings from those who left and colonized another desolate moon.
I knew what I had to do. I had to kill to survive. How could I do that though? I am not a murderer. I always knew this was my destiny but I didn’t want this. I never wanted someone else’s blood on my hands. This isn’t me.
Life is one continous quest to the integration of the mind with the universe. The purpose of everything we do is to get rid of the “I” we adhere by, and realize we are one string vibrating of the network of all existence.
“I’m going on a quest.”
He said the words quietly, his voice measured, just as he had practiced. A hush fell over the dinner table as his family processed what he had said.
His older brother was the first to speak, “A quest for what? To find your brain?”
I jumped off the train,
I could not survive.
If I stayed I know
I would surley die.
I fail in my seeking quest,
I fail but I know
If I were to come back again
I, this time would go.
This was a quest to end all quests, the most heroic quest of all – saving a planet. It was inevitable that Layne would come to this decision – to sacrifice himself for the people he hated, the people who never accepted him for what he was – but he would still do it. Whether or not he was alien, he would do it to save billions of lives.
Going on a quest to the kitchen. No i’m too lazy. I wish i can just say a food and i can eat it. quests are too hard. i think i rather sit down instead. shouldn’t quests be life-changing and stuff. i don’t know. now i want to go on a quest. lets go questing.
Follow the lines of your imagination into the deepest recesses of your mind. A quest for what makes you tick can be the most daunting of them all. Tread carefully…
What happens if I don’t write anything before time’s up? Quest? What kind of prompt is that? This blue bar is really distracting, though the prompt isn’t terrible.
He really didn’t ask for this. Jesus Christ, who would? But, well, he had done it, hadn’t he? At the expense of other’s of course, but he had done it. He was proud. And he was victorious.
Under the bridge held the last known mass of water in existence, the rest had been squandered away and sent into space for the colonies on the moon to use and dispose of as they please. Of course, the people left with the water still on earth couldn’t drink it, but had to go through extreme extra precautions to clean it. And it was now in short supply. A quest as dark and vast as space itself to retrieve that water which sustains the withering and tattered earthlings from those who left and colonized another desolate moon.
Her spine the mountains,
Highlighted by light
Hair formed peaks
He didn’t know how to love her
He left
Still looking for those heights
I went on a quest,
saw a knight on a white horse,
and we drove off to the sunset.
I knew what I had to do. I had to kill to survive. How could I do that though? I am not a murderer. I always knew this was my destiny but I didn’t want this. I never wanted someone else’s blood on my hands. This isn’t me.
Life is one continous quest to the integration of the mind with the universe. The purpose of everything we do is to get rid of the “I” we adhere by, and realize we are one string vibrating of the network of all existence.
“I’m going on a quest.”
He said the words quietly, his voice measured, just as he had practiced. A hush fell over the dinner table as his family processed what he had said.
His older brother was the first to speak, “A quest for what? To find your brain?”
I jumped off the train,
I could not survive.
If I stayed I know
I would surley die.
I fail in my seeking quest,
I fail but I know
If I were to come back again
I, this time would go.
Another morning, another morning when Jack was woken up by a scroll thrown at his head.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up!” screeched his house-fairy. Jack groaned and tried
This was a quest to end all quests, the most heroic quest of all – saving a planet. It was inevitable that Layne would come to this decision – to sacrifice himself for the people he hated, the people who never accepted him for what he was – but he would still do it. Whether or not he was alien, he would do it to save billions of lives.
Going on a quest to the kitchen. No i’m too lazy. I wish i can just say a food and i can eat it. quests are too hard. i think i rather sit down instead. shouldn’t quests be life-changing and stuff. i don’t know. now i want to go on a quest. lets go questing.
Follow the lines of your imagination into the deepest recesses of your mind. A quest for what makes you tick can be the most daunting of them all. Tread carefully…
Today’s quest is to cure yourself of cold. All you need is white powder.
What happens if I don’t write anything before time’s up? Quest? What kind of prompt is that? This blue bar is really distracting, though the prompt isn’t terrible.
He really didn’t ask for this. Jesus Christ, who would? But, well, he had done it, hadn’t he? At the expense of other’s of course, but he had done it. He was proud. And he was victorious.