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No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood for eighty years and might stand for eighty more.

>>22049649
Thanks friend

>Uploaded a second short story today
You WILL improve anon. Keep working.

>>21751293
Don’t twist my words. I simply said that there is no virtue in work alone so it makes for a bad argument. I did have to work my ass off to get where I’m at, but you are absolutely naive in thinking that it’s all that matters.
The other anon is right; college admissions are a joke. I know so many people who got in because they knew some faculty personally or because they have the right skin color and/or reproductive organs (it’s very fucking obvious being a TA for a grad class and unfortunately it collectively makes all whamen and faggots look bad, even the bona fide talented ones.) And somehow there are so many milquetoast soiboi faggots around because the system prefers docile hardworking yesmen to individualist contrarian types who like to disagree and think critically.
The whole system made sense when it was run by the aristocracy for the aristocracy to foster a new generation of aristocracy. Now it’s become a plebeanized state institution (even private colleges de facto are) that suffers from the same problems that any other state institution suffers from. Colleges are no longer interested in producing elites. Today they need to have the right numbers on paper so Mr Nobody from the Department of Energy is impressed enough to give you grant money even though he doesn’t understand what you’re actually doing. Any bureaucracy only ever cares about number crunching and nothing else.

Go back to anime please and thank you

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Set your alarm FIVE MINUTES from now and write a short story. Post it AS IS after the five minutes are gone, no greentext formats, please.

I was born in the seventh year of the third era under the sign of The Hare. Son of a blacksmith, veteran of the Turtaagmean Wars, and a flower-bouquets designer, born and raised in northern Graftaaneh, by the Uulagnataan Sea.

Local traditions in my homeland dictates that any boys who aspires to become a man most hunt, by himself, one of the six hostile/predatory animals of the zodiac, or a hundred of the non-predatorial.

I had already hunted twenty-four rabbits and twelve deers by the time I came across a pack of wolves. They kept their distance, looking at me straight in the eye, they didn't want to fight but I had to take a shot no matter what.

My arrow hit a medium-sized specimen on its left rear-leg. I found it the next morning by the creek, near the wolves' den. He knew he was doomed, so he saved the others the bother of dragging him out and away from the cave.

I became the second youngest hunter to ever get a wolf. I hunted my first boar later that year, and my first bear by the end of the next.

I was among the few youngsters allowed to attend the war-committee when the F'Nah-Qiibu Tribe attacked one of our caravans on its way to the Imperial City.

We rode to their territory, forty-nine men strong. Twenty archers, including me. Twenty skirmishers equipped with light armor. Nine full-metal armored units.

We let our arrows rain on the enemy and they woke up scared and disoriented. It was our intention to exterminate them once and for all. No male prisoners.

The second barrage of arrows mostly rained on a forming group near the main bonfire. Only one was left standing amongst the fallen squad. The rest spread into the night.

The tribal king, still dressed in his light-blue pajamas, wearing his painted wooden crowd sloppily and without the cotton-paddings he usually wore between the crown's rough-edges and his royal head, cried for his warriors to regroup and prepare a counterstrike.

Our armored units searched-n-destroyed the fleeing enemies even as the skirmishers surrounded the

TIME UP! What do you think?