Cynus

I think that's a great idea. Thank you. And what do you think about doing a connecting scene? Oh, and let me know if either of you want author privileges to this blog.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Charlie," Charlie's dad said, emphasizing his daughter's name, "but you're not exactly in a position to be making jokes. You're in big trouble." PS. Did anyone notice that we went waaaay past the letter we started at? Since it's just for fun, it's not like it matters, so maybe we'll just continued back to "D" again. Thoughts? PSS. I just did a blog about this game. Go and check it out because I'd like your thoughts on it. Also, let me know if I'm going overboard. I have a hard time telling if I am or not, sometimes.

(If this is an improper use of a blog, please let me know and I will remove it immediately.) The Alphabet Game is a game we've been playing over in the "Forum Games and Humor" section of the site. We've been having a lot of fun over there, and we'd love to see you there, too. The object is for us to take turns writing lines, with each successive line beginning with the next letter of the alphabet from the line before it. There are examples below in the spoilers. Come participate in writing a scene. So far, it's almost like they're connected, and I created a cast of characters below as well, just in case we do decide to connect these scenes in the future. Who knows? Maybe we'll end up building an entire world together? Scene: Two kids walking home from school. Starting Letter: F Scene: Two friends studying in the Library Letter: H Our Second Scene: Scene: The local Dairy Queen has stayed open late to help their customers beat the heat. Mike and Jeff decide to head over. Letter: L SCENE: Two female burglars attempt to break into a museum to steal priceless works of art. STARTING LETTER: "S" CURRENT SCENE: Unfortunately, for Tina and Mary, the old security guard was a track star in high school. When necessary, he could still move like the wind. The squabbling between them has only gotten worse, now that they were in jail. STARTING LETTER: "D" We hope to see you over there. As for those who've already participated, I have a question for you. What do you think about connecting the scenes? Since we already used one name twice, and it's easy to believe that they could be the same character, I think we could easily make it happen. Cast of Characters Noah — High school student. Best friends with Zach Zach — High school student. Best friends with Noah Tommy — High school student. Best friends with Luke Luke — High school student. Best friends with Tommy. Was casually dating Mike Edward — Grumpy old man. Played football in college and fought in Vietnam. Zachery — Sarcastic old man. Was a hippie in his youth. Sean Jefferson Adams — High school student. Best friends with Mike, and soon to be boyfriends. Just came out. Goes by Jeff (He’s my favorite so far, so he got the full name.) Mike — High school student. Best friends with Jeff, and soon to be boyfriends. Was casually dating Luke. Mary — Burglar. Partnered with Tina. Tina — Burglar. Partnered with Mary. Charlie — Punk rocker inmate. Her full name is Charlotte.

"All right, you three, settle down," the officer said with a tired look in her eye. "Someone posted bail for one of you. Any guess on who the lucky one is?"

"Someone's coming," Mary said a few hours later. Footsteps echoed down the long hall, and they moved toward the bars of their cell to attempt a better look. "Oh, look at her. She looks tough." Escorted by a pair of guards was a woman dressed like she belonged in a punk rock band, with a vibrant green Mohawk that easily made her stand out. The rocker sneered at the other prisoners she passed until she arrived in front of Mary and Tina's cell and the guard's began to open the door. They certainly can. Welcome to the game, Renee.

"Oh can it, Mary! You're the one who tripped me up while we were running! If it weren't for you we wouldn't even be in here." PS: Sorry I haven't participated as much for the last day or so. It's been long. to all of you.

I received a message from someone who read my last blog entry, "Social Anxiety and Crying Wolf", and who thanked me for sharing my experience, as it related to their own. This was the second of two messages that addressed the same subject, and I don't know what came over me as I was responding, but the words flowed like magic, and I just wanted to share my response with you now. I hope it's not too forward. Thank you for the message. I remember watching a video a couple of years ago about depression, and ever since then I've wanted to be more vocal about it. I've heard numerous things described as "the silent killer", but I think depression is the one that fits the bill the best. I realize that we're talking about social anxiety here, but if you're anything like me then social anxiety goes hand in hand with depression. I don't believe that depression has to be "the silent killer", and I think that the more we talk about it, the more we'll learn to combat it effectively. Here's the link to the video: https://www.ted.com/talks/kevin_breel_confessions_of_a_depressed_comic?language=en#t-13337 I completely relate to what you're saying about your experiences, of course. It sounds similar to my own situation(I refrain from saying they're the same, only because I can't truly climb inside your head and know exactly how you feel). I wish that it was easier, but it just gets to you, doesn't it? Sometimes people just aren't worth dealing with, and almost like it's a defensive measure against the world trying to suck our souls away, we retreat into the world of our own creation, where it's safe and we're no longer vulnerable. I think that we, as a society, are living in some sort of crazy dream state, where we somehow always seem to ignore what's really going on. Like how we've applied such fragile and ultimately meaningless purpose to life as a species in order to do nothing but eat, work for money to afford to eat, sleep to do more work all over again and eventually die, without having accomplished anything great at all. I don't mean that to sound depressing here, because I know that there's an alternative, but I do think that the general state of the world matches that statement. I notice that the times I'm freest from that way of thinking are the times that I'm engaged in things I'm passionate about. It's when I'm dancing to the song that comes on the radio which speaks to my soul. it's when I have my hands buried in clay at the wheel and I feel the earthy texture of the world that connects us all (something I haven't done in a long time and really need to do). It's when I'm writing a scene that just flows from my fingertips because my characters are speaking to me and I and the story are traveling on the same wave length. Life is meant to be art, and most people treat it as work. Many times I do too, but when I treat living as an art, I am free. Those people who harass and belittle the contribution you make to this community and the world around you in general; those are people who have forgotten what art is. They have forgotten what it means to be alive. I don't know what it was that made me write all of this, and I hope I didn't sound like I was rambling. I hope that you find some use out of my words, and that your life has been made better by this conversation. I am grateful for the time you took to respond, and hope that more people like us will be able to gain from our continued exploration of the subject. May you find peace in your endeavors, my friend. To anyone who took the time to read this, thank you. I appreciate all of you who help make this community the wonderful place that it is. Peace, Cynus

Thank you, Drew. There is a lot more to come, don't you worry. And I think most of the characters will surprise you when it's all said and done. Thanks for reading!

“Welcome to class, Elders and Sisters,” the tall and lanky brother addressed the room as he walked through the door. He let the door close behind him and then shrugged off his coat, revealing the standard Mormon uniform, a white collared shirt with a plain-patterned tie. He hung his coat on a hook behind the door and turned to face them, a small smile on his lips. “I’m Brother Evans, and I’m going to be one of your teachers during the weeks that you’re here. I hope you’ve all gotten to know each

"If you one day make it back to the West, what will you tell men of this strange word, 'kung fu'? Will you tell them that it means to fight? Or will you say like a monk from Shaolin to summon the spirit of the crane and the tiger? Kung Fu. It means, 'supreme skill from hard work.' A great poet has reached kung fu. The painter, the calligrapher they can be said to have kung fu. Even the cook, the one who sweeps steps or a masterful servant can have kung fu. Practice. Preparation. Endless repetition. Until your mind is weary, and your bones ache. Until you're too tired to sweat, too wasted to breathe. That is the way, the only way one acquires kung fu." ~ Hundred Eyes, from "Marco Polo"

This came on my Pandora a moment ago. I had to stop writing so I could jam to it, like I always do.

Which is sad, because it is a fantastic film. It's superb for anyone going through depression or who lives in the past, like me.

The Normal Heart (Get ready to cry)

Hector and the Search for Happiness

I don't even know what that is. The person below me eats breakfast food for dinner.

I was going to start an anime thread, but after a quick search I discovered that one already existed. Now I'll just respond to it, even if it is two years old. I'm sure it's entirely possible you've come across it by now, but Ouran High School Host Club is a reverse harem anime (One girl, lots of guys) that is essentially a parody of harem anime. I highly recommend it, and it has plenty of homoerotic elements, especially involving the twins. The crush I developed on Edward Elric's character is what got me into anime in the first place. My only complaint about that anime was that it was entirely too short. Otherwise, it was awesome.

"Even if we do get in, what's your plan for getting past the alarms?"

"Zero-tolerance for your bullshit, right now. This is a serious heist, and we can't be acting like children."

"Kiss me again, first, and then I'll go anywhere with you." New scene. SCENE: Two female burglars attempt to break into a museum to steal priceless works of art. STARTING LETTER: "S" "Slide in through here. The air vent is going to be a tight fit, but I think it will work as we planned."

"How are you going to explain this to Luke? Isn't he going to be angry?"

Rule the World by Zach. Zach started this story shortly after I joined GA, and I really enjoyed reading it as he continued with it. But then he suddenly stopped and disappeared. Hopefully he'll come back to it, because it's brilliant.

A very merry day of existence to you, Bill W.

"Do . . . Do you hate me, Mike?" Jeff's question was dripping with hesitation. He wasn't used to Mike being silent. EDIT: Sorry, I confused everyone. This was supposed to start with "D". It does now.

"But . . . Jeff, you should have told me a lot sooner." PS: Thank you so much for playing this game with me, friends. When I get stuck in writing I just have to come here for a moment and write a few lines, and it seems to get me unstuck. it's sort of like responding to a prompt.

Every night. But what is a chronic insomniac supposed to do otherwise? The person below me wishes they were a morning person.