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Cosmix Destiny ✨
Think back to the last time you were out under a clear sky, fully lit by a dazzling array of stars. Imagine yourself looking into the celestial night, with the power to make a single wish. Allow your spirit to ascend into the darkness of the sky, and spark iridescently to life, fulfilling the inner most desires of the soul. Where would you go? Who would you become? What would you change, or choose to accomplish? Would you wish for good? Would you wish for bad? These questions may make even the wisest of humanity hesitate. For me, however, now more than ever, I know exactly what I would wish for, who I'd become, who I already am... or would be, in a perfect world. Prince Luminos Cosmix, Is my alter ego, We are a philosophical hero, A dreamer who looks to the stars, a writer that has began creating an entire universe around my identity through the way my imagination warps the world. A poet that speaks from the heart, a musician/dancer that with a little guidance could help bring the tides of change, an artist with a vision, designer of a Royal Cosmixian clothing line, a philanthropist to the less fortunate, a mentor to generations to come, an activest for a green future, A Prince looking to lead the people of this earth to metephorical kingdoms among the stars. My ambitions are exuberant, my imagination is vivid, and I'm just a 23 year old with a hopeful dream, but I know my future is bright, and one day not only will I thrive in my self made fairytale, I will be a legend who's story is spread among the stars. The path to distant galaxies won't be easy, as a dreamer such as myself can get lost drifting through space if allowed to wander too long in their imagination, therefore, the pressure is setting in. The time to act upon my dreams has risen, as will I. With the proper tools, such as Memberful, My vision will be transformed into a reality. The show I'm writing, "The Stars Have Fallen", will be animated, voiced, and brought to life, along with books, comics, and interactive (perhaps even one day virtual reality) games that allow you to roam within the universe I am creating, all while the real life characters tour the world promoting Life, Liberties, Fantasies, and Fashion lines to match the (bound to be popular) Aesthetics of my universe. It'd be my dream to give everyone a chance to be as involved in this fairytale universe in real life as it is in mine, whether that be getting lost inside of a storybook, or dressing up in cosmixian fashion. My world may currently be just an idea revolving consistently around my head, and a small three-ring binder with a few short stories and prototype character designs; but in a perfect world, where the limitations brought upon by circumstances out of my control are not to be found, Prince Cosmix and his fellowship of Cosmixians are ALIVE.
By Prince Cosmix5 years ago in Fiction
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 18
They are gone. My husband is gone and he took my daughter. He left me and took her with him. He took her. He took her. I am repeating it over and over and apparently not just in my head. I can hear my voice echoing in the room as Ruth walks me to one of the chairs by the window, trying to calm me.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Fiction
Alien Apocalypse
The End: Amidst the chaos of the collapse of EVERYTHING all around the globe—religions, commercialism, all governments... I clasped the locket my beloved had given me so tightly in my fist, that it left a bloody imprint of a heart on my palm. I plagued myself with questions: “Is he already dead? Why wouldn’t he listen?” He had taken a stand against us… against ME! It broke my heart, but a clear line in the sand has been drawn, and he is on the other side, along with the majority of humankind.
By Karla Bowen Herman5 years ago in Fiction
The Past We Won't Forget
Nestled on a tree covered mountain side was the quaint little cabin I was born in. I was named Brianna after my grandmother who died when I was only three. She was remembered for something that I didn’t quite understand, she was known as the survivor. Any time I asked what my elders meant they grew quiet and promised I would understand after the trial. The trial was something everyone in the village did when they came to the age of fourteen. The fourteen year old was told to walk the gray forbidden path till they found the past, with them the silver heart-shaped locket ‘the survivor’ took with her on her journeys. My four older brothers all went and came back acting like the elders, knowing of the well kept secret. This year was my turn and I couldn’t be more excited for my birthday.
By Destiny Hughes5 years ago in Fiction
Which way is North?
Which way is North? To start again. The tiny group of people stood in a huddle waiting for the sun to rise, they wait silently and with a stillness that only experienced hunters can achieve. They are on the top of Glastonbury Tor, the rising sun will show them directions, since the ancient words they followed said the sun was from the east. From this they could select their path for the day. All around the ancient Tor is black water, thick with reeds and mud. Emerging from the waters are the ruins of a world that had once been so sure of its future, so certain of its ability to master nature and so careless about its past.
By Peter Rose5 years ago in Fiction
