Well, my one senior friend said he would use the stick to beat his parents' a$$es My other senior friend said she would pretend to go on an adventure to an imaginary land and attack gummy bears and maybe teddy grams, and lastly, eat them. Me? I would probably break it in half, give one part to my brother, and use them like light sabers. Later, I'd get bored, peel the stick, then break it into little pieces.
name: key/string/perks pronouns: she/her/hers and they/them/theirs
novel: the clocktower (camp nano apr 24) poetry: the beauty of the untold (napo 2024)
I would find some string or a thin root or something and tie both ends of a larger stick together and pull it taught. Then I'd take my stick and sharpen it with a pocket knife on one end, then on the other I'd put leaves or feathers. Then I'd play indian or something else having to do with a bow and arrows.
"Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something." -The Princess Bride
Umm, I'll just be honest. From the time I can remember, I've thought that it would be super cool to take a stick and smash the nearest vehicle. I don't know why I would get that idea, but that's what I've always imagined myself doing.
In Truth Unity, In Doubt Liberty, In all things Charity.
I would sit crosslegged in front of the stick for hours just staring at it, mentally straining in the hope I could make it move an inch.
Prodigies can very quickly learn what other people have already figured out; geniuses discover that which no one has ever previously discovered. Prodigies learn; geniuses do.”
If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Don't you have other things to do? Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned...... Tyler
I'm Little John beating Robin Hood at the river crossing! Then I'm sailing to South America on a small boat with a tall mast. Reaching the shore, I hike over hills and dales and craggy mountains with my trusty staff. Now it's a machete, cutting back the vines... when the humidity gets too great I will take my stick and dig a tunnel through the center of the Earth and crawl back home by bedtime.
“It is one of life's bitterest truths that bedtime so often arrives just when things are really getting interesting.” - Lemony Snicket
"Do not try to be pretty. You weren't meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don't let anyone ever simplify you to just 'pretty'" — Suzanne Rivard
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