yall its literally midnight and dont ask why i'm doing math hw at midnight but like
is anyone experienced-ish in geometry?
i'm too shy to ask discord peeps who i know can help because i'm not as close with them lol
but yes long story short i cannot figure out for the life of me how to find center and radius of the equation of a circle in standard form
whatever that means
Alternate reality/universe vs alternate timeline: which do you prefer and why?
I thought they were the same thing???
I am confusion.
SyGuy, explain. (Please. I'm quoting a meme[i think] here. This is how desperate I am. XD)
wait what-
oH i think i understand
alternate timeline is like
if you take event a, and-
you know what i'll just draw it out haha
ill be back in 5mins tops
oop that took a bit longer than i thought
anywho, hope it isnt too hard to read
That's crazy. (In a fascinating way)
Also, Iz, your handwriting is really pretty!
hehe
thanksss
i spent way too much time tryna explain alternate universes
I meant to ask which you prefer in fiction….
Izzy, I love that you quite literally made a diagram to explain them!
lol i didn't know how else to explain it without making it really confusing (even to me)
I'm kinda just waiting for my mom and uncle to get back from the hospital
I hope you don't mind my asking…. Why'd they go to the hospital?
My grandfather fell and hit his head, split it, so they went up to the hospital to make sure he's okay. I don't know when they're coming back but I'm waiting for them
Prayers are being sent that your grandfather is alright.
Supernatural: Dark Easter
Prologue
Midford, Michigan
Wintergreen Park
Sunday April 13, 2014
Kids scurried around laughing, searching for easter eggs. Lola Grey was bent over, searching a bush. The warm spring sun hung in the sky, smiling happily as it warmed the people below. It was a week from Easter, yet the parents in Midford had decided that the entirety of Midford’s populace would have their Annual Easter Egg Hunt early due to the lovely weather.
Lola knelt in her white floral dress to pick up a plastic green egg. Her blonde hair was put back in a ponytail, held together by a pink ribbon. Her parents sat back with the other parents, chattering, and would occasionally help with the search.
Lola had a total of ten eggs in her bucket so far. She moved off to pick up a little blue egg. As she reached for it a scream ripped the air apart. It was the high wailing sound of another kid. She didn’t pay attention to it, for she knew that fights were common. It wasn’t until she looked over after the yelling of parents was heard that she felt that something was wrong.
She looked up to see that Mrs. Haynes was busy attempting to yank her son, Billy, from vines that seemed to come up from nowhere. Billy wasn’t the only one trapped in plants. Chaos erupted and screams for help rang out. Kids and now adults alike were being grabbed by the plant-life. Poor Billy and Mrs. Haynes now looked as if they were being pulled down into the earth.
Lola felt something wrap around her ankle. She was suddenly yanked off of her feet, her eggs went rolling across the grass, and started to scream for help from anyone that could. Walter Green rushed over. He lived across the road, and was luckily outside tending to his garden. He took his garden shears, and freed Lola from the grip of the vine.
Soon all the screams ended, and in the wake of the murderous plants there were left people in the earth, children crying and screaming for their mommies and daddies that had been swallowed up by the earth, and parents weeping for the loss of their children, husbands, wives, brothers, or sisters. Mrs. Haynes was kneeling on her knees, her face in her hands, crying inconsolably for the loss of Billy. Those that managed to get free gawked in awe and horror at the scene before them. None of them were aware of the danger that had just worked it’s way into the city. It was just the beginning.
Dude, that's twisted.
I lOvE iT!
I can haz moar?
I literally just made a venting post in the pvc thread about this about 3 or 4 minutes before you posted Ang…. Gonna put part of what I said there here.
Okay, great, I'm glad that you enjoyed it, but tell me why you liked it! What, if anything, that you didn't like. What you would've done differently. Etcetera.
Uhhhhh…
I am not skilled in this thing you people call 'EXPLAINING.'
I like it all.
I have no dislikes about this.
I wouldn't have done anything differently, 'cause i wouldn't have thought of this in the first place.
My mind is much different than yours, but I enjoy reading your thoughts.
(Idk if that made much sense, but that's my attempt. Sorry if it's not very helpful.)
Well. I have read it and I Love it! It's such a different idea! It's an Idea not even I would think of! I love the idea of the vines getting a mind of there own! I get an apocalyptic feeling.
(Okie dokie. I'm still glad that you enjoyed reading that though, and there is more to it!)
First paragraph when you mention the sun “smiling happily”. We can infer that since the sun is smiling it is automatically going to be happy, so imo you don’t need to add the adjective. If you were to juxtapose the “smiling” with an adjective like “grimly” or “harshly” then it could foreshadow to the reader that something may happen, without giving away that something will happen.
Last paragraph,
parents weeping for the loss of their children, husbands, wives, brothers, or sisters.
I don’t think you need to list the types of individuals that were lost, you can just state like “loved ones”. Long lists like that aren’t really something that people like reading, it just seems unnecessary, again in my opinion.
@myosotis Bye Zach, take care of yourself! You'll be missed! 💙
One
Once again, Sam and Dean Winchester were on the road. Three days had passed since their last hunt; too long, and Sam was looking for a new one to occupy their time. Sam’s long, brown hair was gently being blown by the wind that was coming through the cracked open window. He was wearing a plaid button down shirt. Currently his green eyes were checking on blogs from a website.
“Dean, I think I might have found something.”
“You’re not still on that blogging site, are you?” Dean mumbled. He didn’t believe following an internet blog, most likely run by teenagers gossiping about claimed paranormal events, would be helpful. He wasn’t as tall as his younger brother, but his own brown hair was short. His brown leather jacket hugged him as he drove. Underneath the jacket he too wore a plaid button down shirt. It was open to reveal a military green tee-shirt. Both brothers wore blue jeans, and brown work boots.
“Actually, I’ve been looking through this guy’s blog. He knows what he’s talking about. This last update of his is from yesterday. ‘Possible Demonic activity ‘springing up’ here in quiet ol’ Midford. Message me if you have info, leads will be rewarded.’” Sam read off of his laptop. “I think this might be something. There’s another one from today.”
“‘Local sources have informed me that the attack was at the Annual Egg Hunt. Children and adults were seen being sucked into the ground by vines by W. Green. There have been disappearances reported from this event, and one more incident has occurred in an elderly woman’s garden as her grandchildren were celebrating the holidays. Please, only those with serious paranormal experience.’”
Dean sat and drove in silence. He seemed to be thinking, for a furrow between his eyebrows had creased together yet again.
“So a few plants go venus flytrap on people. You’re right, might be a case, but strange things that weren’t in our range of work have happened before.”
“I know that Dean. Still, there just has to be something going on there. Except for venus flytraps, that I know of, plants don’t just kill on their own. You do realize that a venus flytrap is a plant, right?” Sam asked. Immediately after he had asked this, he regretted it. Dean turned to face him slowly, a smirk on his face.
“Mr. College Boy thinks that he knows everything. Of course I knew what a venus flytrap was! Just because you went to college doesn’t mean that you can rub your smarts all up in peoples faces, Sammy!”
Sam sat silently in his seat, looking for anything else on the blog. Despite everything that they had gone through, Dean still enjoyed making fun of Sam for going to Stanford. He knew that somewhere, deep down, that Dean was proud of him. It didn’t need to be said.
“I think we should follow this guy’s lead. Midford’s not far from here anyways. If it turns out to be a bust we can just keep moving. We could always go directly to him for info too. His name’s Blake Rivera. Someone’s bound to know where he lives,” Sam concluded.
Dean turned the black 1967 Chevy Impala towards Midford. AC/DC’s ‘Long Way to the Top If You Want To Rock N Roll’ played through the car’s stereo system.
“Then whatever’s in Midford better look out, because the Winchesters are coming to town.”
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Wayne Goodright stood outside on the porch. He was busy examining his own garden, and he was the only one outside.
“Damn it.” He said as he noticed that some of the leaves from his carrots were bit off. “Fucking rabbits!” He moved off of the porch to get a closer look. Looking at the dirt, he noticed that there were tracks from bunnies in his garden, along with rabbit turds. He saw a patch of gray fur from the corner of his eye, stood up, and kicked at the rabbit.
“Go on, get! Get out of my garden!” The bunny tumbled when he kicked it, got back up, looked at Wayne, and tilt it’s head, nose twitching. One of the bunny’s feet started pounding the earth. Soon Wayne found himself surrounded by rabbits on all sides.
The ones in front of him started to hop toward him, forcing him to back away. As Wayne was backing away, he tripped. The rabbits quickly covered the distance to get to him. Wayne started to scream as their teeth dug into his flesh. His screams could barely be heard, for the rabbits had tore out his vocal cords. Wayne started to choke on his blood. His blood was leaking out of him from several spots. He tried to fight them off, but there were just too many for him to fend off. Soon the pain from being bit so many times lessened, and things were starting to get fuzzy. His head felt heavy, and then things went dark. The rabbits scurried off. Wayne Goodright's corpse would not be found until his daughter, Beki, would come by on her motorcycle to visit.
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A man with short, spiked white hair sat watching the news. His left eye was blue-green, and his right eye was brown. His skin was a slight bronze color. He wore a plain black shirt, black jeans, and black shoes. A tall glass of Dr. Pepper on the rocks sat next to him on a small folding table. He sat back in his gray leather chair. Two of the windows were open, allowing the soft, warm April air to walk through his house. The story of the mysterious incident at the Egg Hunt had been on the air repeatedly. It seemed that everyone was shocked at the events happening; they had every right to be. This man, however, kind of knew what was really happening.
I’d help, but I’ve put that sort of thing behind me a long time ago, he thought.
What is up, my peeps!?
Much not sleeping
I feel like death after three days of no sleep, lots of drawing (that actually came out good), and allergies. Wbu lol?
What is up, my peeps!?
Lurkin' in the forums 'cause i don't feel like saying much today.
You?
What is up, my peeps!?
Art, art, hunger, and uploading stuff to Insta. You?
I crashed and wound up sleeping all day….
My friend and I wanted to do these "joining" costumes, (We don't usually say couple costumes), but we couldn't think of anything. My new idea (Because we are both musical nerds) Was me being Connor and her being Evan. I can't tell her because her phone is getting fixed.
I have an antagonist that is known simply as "The-man-in-the-fog". He's considered as an urban legend in the story that he's in. Anywhere he goes/appears at fog follows him. He doesn't speak, and has sharp pointy teeth. He carries an axe around with him, and uses it on his victims. After killing his victim he decapitates them and leaves with their head. The thing is that I need motives for him to have to do this.