Atheugorei

It wasn’t the fogginess that bothered Elliot, really, it was the wetness. The all-pervasive softness that permeated the air and soaked into anything that could absorb it; it was unavoidable, and the damp, dreary days did little to improve anyone’s mood. Huew was an old city - no one knew quite how long it had existed - but nearly everyone agreed that its foundations were set in place long ago. It’s cramped, narrow streets were juxtaposed with the sprawling industrial factories that lay in the mi

Elliot Kestle leads a dreary existence. From taking care of his sick mother, to working all the time, he can't seem to catch a break. But when a mysterious stranger crashes into his fragile world, he finds out that not all is what it seems...

Great first chapter; the pacing is good and you make things standout clearly. The level of pain that Arnold must be feeling - even two years on - must be monumental. I wonder if he will actually cut his hair or if it's too hard a memory of which to let go; after all, he did say that it reminded him of Alex. You can tell that he doesn't subscribe much to personal wealth and material things; I wonder, too, if his Spartan lifestyle is his own or was another reaction to his lover's death. Who are these two boys? Are they together? And why do they want to explicitly talk with Arnold? Can't wait for the next chapter!

Grim sees now that his action of what he thought to be violence is actually a breakaway from stale tradition. No Fedain, to his knowledge, nor to anyone else's, had used their power in reverse - save for Jan. You could definitely say that Jan was the apple seed, and Grim was the sprout of the tree; his branches are about to emanate and help many people. Though it does strike me as somewhat amusing that by Grim killing the villager, his end - saving Prism - justified the means. Maybe Salidar, with all his obvious misgivings, seemed closer to Grim's truth than he thought.

Hey guys- a quick poem i wrote Absurdity With curious gazes do we transfix Our eyes to things bizarre; O! how we know (or entertain) Ideas that are so far From things we maybe ought to think- Or also entertain But no heads turn, no gaze transfix Upon me or my name I am the invisible; the sensible; the good; And ev’rything opposed to it (though nothing really should) Is led, descending, into, the deepest depths I know, With resounding shouts of glee: “Watch him go! Watch it go!” A droopy, weary figure draws A picture in the sheen- And though they may have followed laws Not one can really glean A story or a notion behind the shaky glyph; But the who went is able to- And does not save them from the cliff.

I wrote this poem the other day after watching about five minutes of 'America's Got Talent'. Hope you can relate. ---------------------------- Absurdity With curious gazes do we transfix Our eyes to things bizarre; O! how we know (or entertain) Ideas that are so far From things we maybe ought to think- Or also entertain But no heads turn, no gaze transfix Upon me or my name- I am the invisible; the sensible; the good; And ev’rything opposed to it (though nothing really should) Is led, descending, into, the deepest depths I know, With resounding shouts of glee: “Watch him go! Watch it go!” A droopy, weary figure draws A picture in the sheen- And though they may have followed laws Not one can really glean A story or a notion behind the shaky glyph; But the who went is able to- And does not save them from the cliff.

Quite honestly, the ambassadorship was basically forced upon him. He never revealed that he’d wanted the position; he assumed that he had just been in the right place at the right time. It was true that Mr. Deacon had put in a good word for him, but he just figured it was just for show, because Mr. Deacon found Eli - apparently - distasteful and brute. Eli John Silverman found himself anything but distasteful and brute; in fact, ask anyone that was acquainted with him, and they w

Horatio Gerry Titus Brant, Jr., or, as many of his comrades like to don him, Horatio the Younger, was a brisk walker. Many have said that he acquired that from his father, Horatio the Elder, but Horatio would beg to differ. No, he was a brisk walker because there was not enough time in the day to achieve all of his sizable goals, and that he would gladly tell you. ‘Not enough time, not enough,’ he would usually mutter under his breath as he strode back to his offices, his shoes tapping on the ha

In an alternate timeline, British slavery isn't abolished in 1807; in fact, William Wilberforce never existed. When Horatio Brant is confronted with the dire situation of forced servitude, his action - or inaction - will force everything he believes and holds dear into question.

Forlorn, forlorn! The world waits in silence— The kind of silence that one Wouldn't be anxious for, yet is. How so must I believe, Believe that the nagging corners of my mind Do wander in excitement, in glorious, splendid excitement— For things that are to come? The world rolls on, unimposing and unimpressed with what little one supplies it. Eating it like one would eat an apple— Or a bit of cheese— Caring not for what makes up of it, But the wholeness of the experience itself. Must we all strive to these standards?— (But the silence is to stay for we command it). -- i posted this on my blog, but figured it would get more interest here. How'd ya like it? Love, Atheu

Forlorn, forlorn! The world waits in silence— The kind of silence that one Wouldn't be anxious for, yet is. How so must I believe, Believe that the nagging corners of my mind Do wander in excitement, in glorious, splendid excitement— For things that are to come? The world rolls on, unimposing and unimpressed with what little one supplies it. Eating it like one would eat an apple— Or a bit of cheese— Caring not for what makes up of it, But the wholeness of the experience itself. Must we all strive to these standards?— (But the silence is to stay for we command it).

Tonight, I watched Trump’s address to Congress. Yes, you heard right: I sat my little, lithe young ass in a seat a watched the most powerful man in the world address the whole of his government. Amazing, an engaged teenager? What’s the world coming to? Well, hopefully it is coming to a more informed populous. But that is beyond the point; it is what came after his address that I really want to...well, address. There was an interesting article from the Atlantic that I had found when I was browsing the site (which I do pretty often actually). Besides mocking and deriding Jon Stewart’s monologue aimed towards ‘the media,’ it surreptitiously went out of its way to inform Jon that he basically didn’t have any room to criticize. He was a comedian. He has lost his drive, and his ‘nuance.’ His show was ‘well researched,’ the article said, “but has abandoned that nuance.” It basically said, in my formation, that everything is media, so since there’s obviously a blurred line, he can’t proselytize and say that there’s a problem. Especially since everyone – and it does say everyone – is technically the media. Uhg. I’m sorry. I call bullshit. I want to outline a few things, and first of all is something that you may be aware of: the degradation of PewDiePie. If you don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, here is a clip of him talking about what happened. If you don’t want to watch that whole thing, I’ll sum it up. Basically, he had a few joke posts on his channel (which has 50,000,000 subscribers, by the way) that involved ‘anti-Semitic’ imagery. Now, I’m not going to say that maybe these weren’t in poor taste. But the way that ‘the media’ searched, clipped, and crucified him is utterly unacceptable. It’s no secret in the YouTube community that the elite ‘media’ holds them in utter disdain. The righteous journalists feel threatened by this new medium, and subsequently espouse that it is highly overrated. He covers this is his video. But this is my point: This is just a symptom of a larger issue. Think about it: most of the YouTube community is fairly liberal. Then this. This – this is something, that, for once, they can agree with the president on. The media went out of its way – out of its way – to find 5 or 6 clips, take them out of context, and slather it all over their papers and tout it on their television channels. GQ actually lumped him in with Milo Yiannopoulos, a despised alt-right figurehead. But let’s all understand something crucial: when we say the media, we know exactly of whom we’re talking. We’re not talking about random websites and relatively new places like Breitbart. No. We all understand the media is the ‘upstanding’ institutions that has a wide and bipartisan circulation. That means everyone knows who they are and what they do. CNN, The New York Times, The Washington Post. Even, gasp! Fox News, bless their hearts. We know what their purpose is. And I’m saying that instead of resisting people that call you out on your prideful arrogance, and turning it around on them, a la ‘well, maybe Jon Stewart should become more nuanced,’ I think that you should heed the advice. Pride comes before a fall, after all. And I think that getting excoriated yourself – by a Twitter account, no less – should be a kick in the pants. Leave the satire, the condemnation, and the blatant out-of-context lies to the person who does it best; do your jobs, pick your battles – and tread wisely.

Upon my way to the hunting Grounds, Encounter I a mirror; To me I think, how so profound!— To me myself is nearer. Confused I am, to see this face, Yet older, wise, and grey; The mirror forces, case by case, For one to see life's pay. The pay is good, (most likely not) Beware, for danger abounds! In its clutches you shan't be caught— But wriggle free, and it astound. The hunting ground is nearer now, And to it you shall heave— Please, I beg, to it not bow— For it shall be bereaved. The journey, tho short and sweet, Was tragic all the way— From sucking on the mother's teat To final repose lay. Out from the casting shadows, now Death's grin, a stony clamp— A crown of black upon its brow— To drag you back to camp. ------------------------------------------------- Hey, guys it's been a while! I've been writing some, but can't post on GA yet because I don't have a PC. If you want to read my stuff, I'll be updating my site soon at atheugoreistories.wordpress.com. Please visit and comment!

Hey, guys! So, as you know, so I'm a newbie here. Unfortunately, I can't post anything on the website, here, because the update that will let me post stories from my iPhone hasn't gone live, yet. So I devised a solution that will hopefully let you guys read the project I'm working on, right now. It's called Greytones, and it's supposed to be set up like a soap opera, complete with seasons and episodes. I've posted it on its own WordPress page, which I will link at the bottom. Hopefully this is allowed, linking outside GayAuthors. If not, just tell me. I'll try to post 3 times a week, but I can't guarantee that. I'll try to post pretty often, however. Tell me what you guys think! Thanks, guys! <3 Atheu Email: atheugoreistories@gmail.com Greytones URL: greytones.wordpress.com

Thanks guys! I really appreciate it!

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I posted this on my blog and was requested to submit it here: so here you guys go! I write poetry in my spare time, but normally only I see it. I wrote this piece today. ————— "To Face The East—To Drown The Dawn—" With gleaming heads of pulpy white, More tan, they say, or golden blonde; But what I see is naught but white To face the east—to drown the dawn— I cry at you—not for you, though, The tears line up, about to jump; They seem afraid, as if death row Was nothing but heartache—a dump. To face the east—to drown the dawn— Is something that one lingers for— To face the west—to save his pawn— Nevermind—show him to the door. I wait forever—but a day, In order so I might find light, Of golden locks of gathered hay, To muster will—and/or my might— My weakness, my blonde deity— Come back to me, I cry to you! Bear the pain that hath saved me From my ordering the hearts' coup! I know that this is all for naught, I accept it, though it me pains— To face that dawn, is not my lot! But, it hath saved you from my maims. ————— Love, Atheugorei :-)

With gleaming heads of pulpy white, More tan, they say, or golden blonde; But what I see is naught but white To face the east—to drown the dawn— I cry at you—not for you, though, The tears line up, about to jump; They seem afraid, as if death row Was nothing but heartache—a dump. To face the east—to drown the dawn— Is something that one lingers for— To face the west—to save his pawn— Nevermind—show him to the door. I wait forever—but a day, In order so I might find light, Of golden locks of gathered hay, To muster will—and/or my might— My weakness, my blonde deity— Come back to me, I cry to you! Bear the pain that hath saved me From my ordering the hearts' coup! I know that this is all for naught, I accept it, though it me pains— To face that dawn, is not my lot! But, it hath saved you from my maims. —————— Love from Atheugorei

Thanks, friend! Yeah, Deism was very prevalent in Enlightenment America at the time. Secular humanism literally gave birth to the United States.

I concur whole-heartedly! I know I certainly would like to drive a 2016 Mustang!

That's a total shame. And ridiculous

Although I don't live in a state that recognizes Patriots' Day, I decided to make it my first blog post. If you don't know what this holiday is, don't worry; it's only celebrated in Massachusetts and Maine on the anniversary of the first battles of the Revolutionary War. Well, then, what does this have to do with religion? So, the other day a commercial came on the radio in my car that 'clarified' that either Thomas Jefferson or George Washinton (I forget which, at the moment) called for a 'day of fasting and prayer' for the troops going into battle. The radio message concluded that the degradation of society stems from the United States' shift away from God and prayer, and, subsequently, needs to return to those things to avoid God's abandonment of our nation. Now, there is many things about this that I would like to cover: Treating the United States as a new Israel in wrong and extra-biblical The United States, in fact, is not a Christian nation Regularly affirming that the U.S. is purely Christian (or should 'go back' to its 'roots' of Christianity) is to purposefully exclude other religions and nationalities. ... Treating the United States as a new Israel is wrong and extra-biblical When you look back at the very founding of our nation, you can't help but realize that religion did play a healthy role in it. If we look a bit closer, we notice that many of the settlers that came to the shores of the New World were, largely, in the most part, English Protestants that shunned the Anglican Church at the time. One of the more interesting things I've found about the "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God" people, are that they themselves seemed to have shunned people that were different from them. So, in 1630, a Puritan pastor by the name of John Winthrop gave a sermon called A City Upon A Hill. In it, he brought up points that are still referenced to today, such as: . and . Because these settlers where Christians, of course they would be saying things like this. The thinking at the time was that God intended to get to the Millennium (that's a whole other blog post) before the Great Resurrection, not after. That would entail the Golden Age of Christianity (where everyone eventually becomes Christians) happens with-in their lifetimes. Hence, their main goal was to cultivate as many conversions as they possibly could. Postmillennialism has today fallen out of favor with most theological mercenaries. The concept of gaining converts is still prevalent in the Christian doctrine, yet continuing to treat the United States as the "city upon a hill" for sole conversion to Christianity is stretching your religious authority to its limit. Acting like the United States is God's "chosen nation" (news flash: it's classically been Israel) is not only utterly ridiculous, but also wrong. . The United States is not a Christian nation I've heard this enough from my parents to drive me insane: "The United States is a Christian nation, and the founding fathers were all Bible-believing Christians." Freeze! Sorry to burst you bubble, parents, but that just ain't true: . Thomas Jefferson was a somewhat outspoken Diest, and was a direct offspring of the Enlightenment movement, which was what made the 'great experiment' of the United States to be possible in the first place. To say that the founding fathers were all Christians is like saying all Muslims are terrorists. It's just not true. In fact, some pastors at the time were alarmed that the Constituion didn't mention God or Jesus Christ. Hell, in just 1793, a pastor lambasted the Constituion in a sermon that said it would be the downfall of our society. The downfall. Yeah, right. I think I've made my point. If pastors were up in arms then that the Constitution wasn't Christian enough, what right to you have today to say it was all purely Christian thinking? Regularly affirming that the U.S. is purely Christian (or should 'go back' to its 'roots' of Christianity) is to purposefully exclude other religions and nationalities. When pastor and people like my parents lament about how the United States is becoming a sticky whore-heap, they unwittingly alienate other groups of people. Think about it. If your a foreigner, and all you hear is how so-and-so country need to purge themselves of so-and-so types of people for Christianity, would you want to move there? I'm always told that so much stuff today is just a 'cheap imitation' of what there was 30, 50, 70 years ago. That makes me sad, because it makes me feel that I will have nothing to look forward to. I believe we are living in the best time in history. We learn from our mistakes in the past, but we look hopefully to the future. When would you like to go back? 60 years ago, when segregation was still legal? 150, when slavery was still legal? 20 years ago, when the thought of same-sex marriage was beyond anyone's realm of thought? No. The future is what we make it. So make it a good one.

I found it interesting that in the last graph, where they show you the common ages of persons getting married, that it is nearly even across the board with male same-sex marriages. As in, the age brackets seem more consistent than their counterparts.

Hehe, thanks! Just finished A to Z. I teared up more than once, you magnificent person, you. If I become half the writer you are, it'll be a great day. Read it in 2 days, too. So, thanks! -A

Hello, all! I'm Atheu! Hope you have a fantastic day!