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@Gregory1 ah I forgot to credit the artist. Fixed.

Share your favorite short stories here. Fill this vessel with wonder. (Make sure to credit the author if it is not yours, or link to website. ) (@SirVladimir @JosephKnecht Plus anyone else who writes or have been affected by a short story and would like to share) This is a judgement free thread. Anything you post here is safe. Nothing is wrong. Nothing is true, everything is permitted. - A. C. All critiques should be constructive and only at the request of the author. I openly accept any for mine. Just don't be crude.

@Gregory1 over at my creative arts club on Facebook (link in my signature) we write stories and music to all member submitted paintings. This is the latest one I wrote and maybe it or another story or artwork in my club will inspire an improvisational piano piece. Art by Patrick J McCollum ******************** The Lily Pond I was half raised by that pond. Well, to be exact, grandma's house was directly in front of it; sitting on thirteen gorgeous acres within view of the Blue Ridges in Georgia. I spent the entire summer there, every year, until she passed away very suddenly when I was sixteen. The house sold too quickly for one last visit, and my parents too wrapped up in their social-elitist lifestyles to care. When grandma passed it took a while to realize how truly alone I was; but when it hit me I dove my head into school and didn't come back up without a masters in architecture. The lily pond weaved into my dreams for years to come, and I made peace with the fact that I'd never see it or my grandmother again. My parents always wished I'd end up rich--probably because as the years counted down, so did their income and savings. (I don't know, I didn't stick around to ask.) Not long after my thirty-second birthday, grandma's house was listed for sale. I payed well over the asking price and twenty eight days later here I am, standing at the same pond which taught me patience, reverence and admiration. Grandma's house is in shambles and I'll probably have to rebuild it from scratch. But that's ok, it was never about the house. We spent more time out here and in her garden. It's all just weeds and reeds where the roses once were, but I can almost see grandma bent over, snipping thorns on large crimson spotted bushes. Tomorrow I'll clear it out the best I can.

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I think you'll like this group on Facebook, and can get some exposure and feedback from other musicians https://www.facebook.com/groups/246846312700872/?ref=share

Following some life purpose of shining inspiration (which is going pretty well over at my creative arts club (MindVenture))-- We have now begun writing music for paintings that club members submit to the group page. All paintings are open for writing and musical prompts, and here is one that uses both. (Just some improv piano while looking at the paintings--- both paintings by Patrick J McCollum.) ****************************************************** HEARTLAND Some mornings, in the dead chill of winter, pa would emerge from the cabin facing the river and declare that it was cold enough to freeze the waterfall. He was always silly like that, around me and lil' Em. We'd giggle and wrap ourselves around his boots; and roaring like a bear, he'd drag us down the wooden stoop and into fresh powdery snow. Mama would fuss and smother, but it was worth the chilling plunge for the warm blankets and hot cocoa around the fireplace. Looking back, these are the memories I cherish the most. With schooling came crowded city streets; and the trees here are surrounded by bricks and rails. I miss running through fields of wildflowers and gathering for a long winter. I miss papa's laugh, and the way mama sang like an angel in the kitchen. Maybe I'll be able to visit in the spring, after the roads melt. It's been long enough. *********************************************************

@Hulia I think we're astral projecting right now ? and yes like in my lucid daydream adventures I consider to be astral projecting, or bilocation more specifically.

In my opinion it is a lucid dream which centres around the story of you leaving the body and exploring realms. ?

Hypnagogia or spirit guide communication. Not a demon unless it identifies as one ?

@Breakingthewall haha yes... But if you follow the thought experiment, if we decided collectively to stop hurting each other, we wouldn't have to wear clothes ? @Hulia we could have been like a dynamic gay-reality duo??

What if everyone in the world could wake up one day with a simple realization: I don't like to be hurt, and I have no need to hurt someone else. ?? It seems so simple, and yet... Well, what's stopping us? I could list all the popular cardinal sins, but we all know it boils down to fear. Many people live in a constant state of fear, whether they admit it consciously to themselves, or not. There is of course the fear of getting hurt, and the fear of not striking first. But come on, really? Aren't we past this silly survival mode? Everyone please! For Gosh's sake, let's stop hurting each other! If there's anything to fear after this is accomplished, then you can come and hurt me. ?‍♂️If you can find me ?

@Hulia @Hulia in dreams ?

@Hulia haha yes, because you know where to look - house shopping ?

@The0Self yes, it's an egoic post... And proud of it! ? It was written for Facebook, for my friends. You write something like - - 'actually suffering is imaginary ' and they turn off the television... ?

@Endangered-EGO yeah ? I dunno if it would work either. Of course I'm only proposing no intentional harm.... People will still get hurt non-stop due to egoic perceptions and victimisation. There's still got to be some colour in the world ? One of the biggest issues of course are religious zealots who think their God wants them to hurt people. It sounds freaking crazy but there it is, all over the world.

Can't argue with all that ?‍♂️it was definitely an egoic utopian thought. Paedophiles can find another way btw... But the fear of dying before fulfilling those cravings (possibly) perpetuates hurting children (and themselves by association) Wanting to buy a nice boat is fear based, that they are missing out on that 'nice boat life'. And the need for stereotyping rich Jewish people is the fear of.....? ? Not sure about the starvation, don't have any memories of something like this, so can't comment... Yay for team "no intentional harm!" It always does. Keep strong, and don't forget love ?

@Leo Gura one can dream! ? It was actually written for the Facebook crowd.. Kinda of based on Jesus's golden rule, which should resonate with many of my friends?

@Tim Ho @Tim Ho ah, no problem ? feel free to share as you feel inspired to.. No need to give credit

@Tim Hosorry, I accidentally made a double post and deleted the other one. I didn't get to see your response?

Haha nice one. Hopefully I sang well.