SB's Draft Piles

I'm sorry, it's indeed April's fool, from me. - Sam

If this is april fools, then it's not funny at all. You need to submit your legal names to file an appeal. I don't like the sound of that. Telegram prized itself as being a platform that pride itself on privacy. I guess you can easily retract that "right to privacy" once you decide someone violates a rule. And who decides we violate that rules? Who will hold that decider accountable? This is why ensuring that criminals have human rights is important.

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schedule mistake. that commentary post should've come after the draft post

... again, and again. If my hands are truly tied, and there's nothing else I can do- Again and again; I'll bear witness to it, again and again, no matter how gruesome, no matter how painful and grieving. Again and again. So at the very least, when Judgement Day comes I'll let my voice be heard to the One who hears all; I witnessed it. #draft [ Despair, Rage, Hope ]

And I believe now— "Faith" is just another word for "Hope." #commentary

I made a thing! https://sbhunter.itch.io/not-holy-anymore For now, it's a pretty simple game. But if time and energy allows, I would love to expand on the concept in the future

what if I make it, put it out into the world, and no one cares? my stories. dream-like, illusion-like— does it really matter to no one else? "Then, are you going to stop? Would you rather not bother with it? Would you rather keep them? Would you discard it? Would you? Would you?" i don't know the answer to those questions; i only know that i care. i care. i care. even if no one else does, I CARE. So cries a youth, in the face of a world that mocks unpalatable genuineness. #random

Guilt is torture. We don't like carrying guilt so we carry scars instead as a reminder of what we did. [ of men with eyes of jaded blades ] #random #draft

Oh we have so much debt. To our parents, To our future, To yesterday us, To our dying dreams and our choked ideals. Oh we have so much debt; But right now, lying here together, seeing your weary shoulders, your worn out back... Rather than paying those debts, I would rather spend tonight holding you like a baby. #verses

#commentary I slept fine. I didn't wake up fine. Probably need more water. Remember to hydrate, folks

Drunk on rage, there's never a morning when you wake up without hangover pounding in your head, your heart beating as a drum beaten by stampede of crazed beast. #random

-it's because we're burning, falling, and if feels like rain, like storm. Falling, burning, rolling down that hill, burning in the storm. Burning, storming, that's what we are. #random vomit

#commentary: "And now, I can stop carrying fangs, claws, and scales when I'm tired and I need to be soft; a joy, a luxury... a blessing."

I've heard the story that God made Eve out of Adam's rib. I suppose many leveraged this tale to say that women would never worth as much as men are. But when I see you, I had to ask myself: what are ribcages for? I thought it's clear: to keep a heart. Then I realized the truth: you and your sisters are keepers of hearts. Because by meeting you I learned, I am not just a beast— I have always had a heart. #draft [ "my take on Eve as Adam's rib" ]

#commentary: "I never even thought twice about the fact that I may never get to be properly introduced to her parents. But somehow, now I get something like it... it feels like it's more real than the real thing. I couldn't be happier if I were to meet her 'parents' for real."

That day I saw you, running to the worship house, like you were a child finally coming home. But who had kept you away? You are only running "home" now after you're free from the sights of those you call "family", those who also call themselves people of God. So why? How could it be, that I finally see you, who never let yourself be a child, so carefree and childlike? How could it be, that you are finally taking my hand in this worship house like one about to introduce a lover to their beloved guardian? #draft [ "meeting my loved one's Parent" ]

Two contrasts that rip me apart; The towers, the flattened, paved road, the feast, the merriment— And the Earth and blood and bodies that they maimed, sacrificed, and let to rot, To buy them all that luxuries and comforts. Two pulls that tear at me; The deep, innate need for comfort, to let my weary soul nest— And the horrible, terrible knowledge, That nest will only be afforded By the poor's blood. unfinished #draft

So, the idea here is: I want this to be just like Inktober challenge, but for poems. Although I said poem/poetic, but honestly, you can write whatever you want, not just poems. It can be short story, or journalling, or even drawing or music. How to use the list: you can use one word a day, or combination of two words every two days, or one of them every two days, or just pick one of them whenever you have time to write like picking a chocolate from chocolate box. This is not a competition or graded assignment, so take it easy. Make the prompts serve you, not the other way around. Go have fun creating something uwu)b