An article by Elizabeth Bruenig, staff writer at the Atlantic After the end of the world, there will be birdsong. I used to imagine this when everything was going awry. I would lie in bed in my college dorm room and listen to the lone mockingbird who sang all night outside my window in the spring months. I was worried about something or other; he was getting on with things. It’s what birds do. They have a knack for it. In the Book of Genesis, after the devastation of the Earth ...
Elfurr Hegemony questions in my universe. Why i created the superior race in galaxy. All information about my Universe development you can find in the Creative Writing section in this forum. https://www.twcenter.net/forums/foru...eative-Writing - here you can find all articles about history and development process. I started to work ...
I am most likely going to violate my own Terms of Service here, and I really do not care. Moderators, leave this post alone! In 2013 TWC was banned from Google Adsense for three policy violations. That's right, three. On a site that at the time had more than 2 million posts and 60k members. And just what were these flagrant violations? 1. A picture posted in a mod forum of a woman in lingerie in 2005 with the title "Obligatory babe shot" before the information ...
Updated June 29, 2021 at 05:17 PM by GrnEyedDvl
Been a few months and as I predicted in my last blog I did indeed slow down on my book reading. Unfortunately the return to work just killed my energy every week. However I have made more progress; eleven more books down since the end of March and tons more still to read. Books Read Emperor: The Gates of Rome The Nine (Wolf of Corwick Book 1) Pacific Vortex! Mediterranean Caper Iceberg! Raise the Titanic! The Terror Star Wars: Outbound ...
Updated June 18, 2021 at 12:44 PM by TheDarkKnight
As a young lad, I would often run to the top of the small hill to the east of my family's house, with a model of the Apollo spacecraft in hand, pretending I was transiting to the moon , and then returning to earth by splashing down in the creek just to our west. I was exuberant and full of energy in my youth, a typical toxic american male, and would often take off across the pasture or down to the creeks in bare-feet, running thorough the trees and across the gravel without a care in the world. ...