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Apr 11, 2014 05:16PM
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Fears
Fear is something that comes naturally to everyone -- no matter their age. Humiliation and failure aren't the types of fear I'm talking about, but fears like the dark, monsters, closets, etc. Many people have grown up with the constant fear or entering dark places, or looking in the closet, or being left alone, but it was most likely that they overcame that fear as they grew up. All humans have at least one irrational fear, especially of the dark -- children being the main victim of this prodigious fear..... but usually it isn't the fear of the darkness itself, but rather the creatures and entities that lie in its confined and secretive spots, which brings us to a question: Why are we frightened by these things that we do not even know? Of course, the human race has always been afraid of the things they could not control since we are a very dominant species, but why are so many monsters depicted to live and linger in the mystifying darkness? Why are so many monsters delineated as grotesque and to have hideous appearance features? Horror movies have always focused on one specific genre, but the monsters and demons in them have always been depicted in a similar form. Sometimes things are adapted and handed down, right? Like the Grimm Brothers' fairytales -- which are still a source of entertainment now, but at least we can still track down these fairytales to its original source. Although the same thing can't be said for monsters. What exactly lies in the dark? Where did any of these darkness phobias appear from? What made us so terrified of these monsters? Most importantly, where did any of our fears come from?
*Jaw drops* I love it ekkk I want to hear the rest this sounds so good I think you should really continue because that's epic
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How do I continue it though? xDD
Like, I made my point that we don't know where our fears come from. :P
You could kinda create a story where it has something to do with finding the originality of the grim brother stories (I have no idea about them except from Harry Potter) like you could have characters that were trying to find the grim brothers stories originality back then... You could do research or... You could create a story (supernatural) and you could have a story that contradicts humans fear or... It proves that humans are right to fear the dark. Just a suggestion I thought it was pretty cool. :)
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I'm currently looking for writing prompts that I might do... just to improve my writing skills and so I have something to do. (Other than use the computer and watch TV of course XD)
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I don't have one, but I saw something FROM Tumblr from another site.
Yeah I get my inspiration from other books (like I'm reading panic and ketchup clouds now) so I just get my inspiration from there if I like the book so far but if I hate the book there's no way I'll get inspiration
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@Bella, yep! Reading is literally my top tip to writing. I learn a lot from authors that are better than me and it's a great way to learn more vocabulary XD
Hey Mai! Before gr deleted your account, you had posted a story about a girl who explores the haunted Tyler mansion. Is there any more of that?
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I might write it... again. I dunno. I don't save my writing. I literally depend on this website to keep track of everything for me.
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I can hear the noise in my head, just as clearly as anything else in the world. It started off as a faint humming noise... and then grew to the loud ringing sound I'm hearing now.
I never thought about it, but I felt afraid.
I didn't like the silence that happened before the ringing.
I never did trust silence.
Please don't ever be silent.
Because silence is dangerous.
Because something is hiding in the silence...
If you don't believe me, try it yourself. Turn off the TV, the music, the computer -- turn off anything that makes noise. Then sit by yourself in an empty and silent room. Close your eyes.
You will hear it.
The ringing
Ringing
Ringing
And no amount of running can save you.
My first thought was awesome Mai wrote something, my second was wow, that is great! I love it.
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“She was created by Zeus, almighty king of the Olympian gods, as revenge for Prometheus—the titan creating man—after he gave man powers stolen from the gods themselves that Zeus did not want them to have. The gift Prometheus stole from heaven and gave to man was fire. Zeus, deeply maddened, ordered the gods and goddesses of Olympus to create the first woman—Pandora—out of clay and water. After the woman was molded, the four Winds blew life into her. Pandora was endowing with gifts from the gods—Aphrodite gave her beauty, grace, and desire; Hermes gifted her with a cunning mind, wits, and a crafty tongue; Athena clothed her and taught her how to be deft with her hands; Poseidon presented her with a pearl necklace that would prevent her from drowning; Apollo taught her how to play the lyre and to sing; Zeus gave her a mischievous mind and an idle nature; and Hera gave her the gift of curiosity,” the man paused for a second after his brief explanation of Pandora’s creation.
Adrienne began to lose her interest. It isn’t because she wasn’t intrigued by the Greek myth, but it simply was because the guide told the same story that she expected to hear. Not that she wanted him to change the story up—she was just expecting something... More.
The guide pointed behind him to a relief sculpture of Prometheus creating man out of clay and water, and another of Pandora.
“Her creation scenes have been depicted in a number of different ways--one is Pandora being surrounded by the gods as she was breathed life into, the other way is Pandora rising out of the anodos—the earth—both were shown in an ancient Greek vase painting,” the guide supplied, while gesturing to two different paintings of Pandora surrounded by the gods and another that showed her rising out of the earth. “In a lesser known depiction, Pandora is shown surrounded by Satyroi, better known as satyrs, in a scene of a long lost satyr play of Sophokles.”
The guide stepped towards another sculpture of Pandora, this time Greek words mixed with a few English words were etched at the bottom.
Πανδώρα
Derived from πᾶν [pān]--all, and δῶρον [dōron]--gifted, meaning all gifted or all endowed.
“Pandora’s name means ‘all gifted ’ or ‘ the all endowed ‘,” the guide said, sweeping his arms across the engraved Greek and English words beneath the sculpture of Pandora. “Her other name—which is written on her on a white ground kylix in another museum in England—is Anesidora, meaning ‘she who sends up gifts’.”
Get to the part about the pithos already, Adrienne thought, refraining herself from letting out a clear yawn of disinterest. Pandora’s myth was one of Adrienne’s favorites—just the part about the pithos anyways. Casting a glance around her, Adrienne noticed that the remaining students that were actually interested in the guide’s talk about Pandora’s myth were the girls from before—who actually didn’t even pay attention to the story at all, but rather the guide himself. Adrienne also noted that the boys in their group wandered off to stare at naked statues of mythological female figures; she took a moment to laugh softly at one of the boys who stood gawking at the sculpture of Aphrodite and her ostentatious bulging breasts before one of the teachers flicked him behind the ear.
“Zeus took Pandora to Epimetheus, Prometheus’s foolish younger brother, for him to take her as a bride. But before he handed the seductive young woman over to Epimetheus, Zeus gifted Pandora with a box containing all the evils in the world—plagues, sicknesses, spirits—and told her not to open it. When she was with Epimetheus, she accidentally opened the box, releasing all the evils into man’s world—punishment for Prometheus’s theft of fire. Pandora, of course, did not know of what was held within the box, and opened it out of mere curiosity—the gift Hera gave her,” the guide paused once again, his eyes passing carefully over the students around him, waiting for someone to ask a question.
Adrienne drew in a haughty breath and sucked in her cheeks, contemplating the thought of pointing out to the guide that Pandora received a pithos not a box. It was a common mistake, although Adrienne expected the museums to know the difference.
“Any questions or can we move on?” the guide asked the crowd, flashing them another one of his trademark smile—which seemed a little adoringly babyish and it showed his dimple. Adrienne didn’t even know how she noticed such a tiny detail. She usually didn’t detect any slight or subtle detail in any boy—anyone in fact. Caught off guard by her sudden observation, Adrienne forgot that the guide was taking questions until one of swooning girls beside her raised her hand and tugged at the hem of her shirt so that her cleavage could be seen a little more clearer, which made the guide arch one of his eyebrows at her. He didn’t particular seem pleased by the girl and thought he’d seen better, or maybe he was just irritated.
“Yes, Miss....?”
“Danika, that’s all.” Danika gave him what she thought was a seductive and sexy smile, but was more of ludicrous grin to Adrienne.
“Please proceed to your question, if you have one, that is,” the guide said evenly.
“What time do you get off?” Danika asked, shooting him the same smile she did only a few seconds before.
This comment made the other girls around Danika erupt into giggles, except for Adrienne, who rolled her eyes, and another strikingly familiar girl with dark blonde hair that Adrienne instantly envied. Her hair was a glossy black, which made her face look gloomier than it really is. She never really noticed how pale and lifeless she seemed with her long black hair until she attempted to dye her hair blonde for a Halloween costume a year ago. Of course, blonde didn’t really have any effect on her hair; black to blonde was an incredibly drastic hair color change, and her hair turned a ginger/strawberry blonde—which didn’t look too bad—but it made her hair dry at the ends and it seemed generally dull. It wasn’t until a couple weeks later that her hair began to turn back into some form of normalcy, and she was able to change the color to a deep blonde, which made her notice that her appearance changed dramatically and that her blue eyes went better with the blonde than with the blue. Usually, blue eyes would go better with black hair, but her tint of blue was light like the sky, and the light blue and dark blonde contrasted better than she expected.
Her skin also tanned over the course of the last few days after spending too much time in the California sun, making her look even stranger...although she did look kind of exotic, but she didn’t exactly like that word describing her. Lanky build, tan skin, light blue eyes, black hair...not really an attractive appearance.
The girl with the dark blonde hair, however, seemed far more pretty than Adrienne—not that she was trying to keep an agenda of who was more attractive than her, it was just... Well, noticeable.
Adrienne’s attention was drawn back to Danika when the guide cleared his throat, looking over Danika. He visibly scanned his eyes over her perfectly formed body. Of course Danika would get the attention of such a charming man. She was vain of her looks and looked down on those not deemed worthy of her time, but she didn’t have unprepossessing appearance. Danika was very attractive in fact. Her bright ginger hair was just the right shade of orange, and her almond shaped green eyes made her face stand out in any crowd. Her face was thin, but not too skinny; her nose was petite and light freckles scattered across it; her lips were fully formed and bright in color. In any words, Danika was almost flawless.
“Any questions or comments involving Pandora’s myth,” he rephrased coolly. Danika was about to protest and pull another line, but the girl with dark blonde hair cut in.
“I’m sure that Pandora was gifted a pithos, not a box,” she said. “The interpretation that she received a box is commonly thought to be true, but originally, in Pandora’s myth, she was given a pithos.”
That was why the girl seemed familiar. It was Avalynne, the Know It All senior known by her nickname, “All-A Avalynne.”
Of course she would be the one to point it out. It seemed more fitting.
“You’re well informed,” the guide praised, smiling at her. “It was, in fact, a pithos; you’ve proved to me you’re the one who knows the most about Pandora’s myth here.”
A flare of annoyance shot through Adrienne. She knew that it was a pithos, too. Why did the smart one always get so much credit? Danika rolled her eyes next to her, and Adrienne felt the need to, too.
Cool down. Since when did you ever get this jealous because you weren’t recognized for your ‘great knowledge?’, Adrienne thought, although the thought only made her seem more irritated. Instead, when Avalynne turned around as the guide began to usher the other students towards another exhibit—Hercules, maybe, she flashed her a smile.
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Wow I love that it's so cool! I love your wording. If you wouldn't mind could you help me critique my recent stories on my thread? If you don't have time it's okay, if you don't want to it's fine. I've just been dying to get some critique and suggestions because they are so slow. My threads Belle's writing come by! Thx.
