TheAnchoredOne

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legacy by TheAnchoredOne, literature

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legacy

A wise old lady once told me That children continue your legacy Without them, how does your story live on? Kudos to the mothers but my own legacy Is something I’ll forge myself. I want the details of my story to be wrapped around every kind word I’ve ever spoken. I want them to be woven in and out as a blanket Enveloping of the life of another to make the softest quilt I aim to consistently fuel the fire in someone’s soul Silently, distantly helping them carry on. I want my hopes and dreams to spurn on another, Encourage someone to never give up, even when all is dark. I want the lonely to always feel valued Because I reached out I want the outcast to be included Because I was the outcast once. As long as human decency prevails my legacy will live on, not by blood but by words, by kindness, by deeds

character test by TheAnchoredOne, literature

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character test

Two heads cast a subtle shadow on the wall in front of them. The glow from a dying flashlight barely filled the room. "...but can you even SEE anything with that?" "Shhh...." Muffled grumbling resounded in protest and came to a halt. A scraping noise from below drifted into the window. The battery of the light flickered out leaving the two girls in darkness. "Thaya," the second voice hissed. "Do. Not. Scream." Thaya bit her lip, eyes wide with fright, but she listened. Demi scooted towards the open window, trying to not skid in her sock feet on the hardwood floor. She leaned forward ever so slightly and listened. "Demi..." Thaya whispered. "That sound better be just your stupid brothers." Demi peeled her socks off and crept out the window. She turned to Thaya and held a finger to her lips before crouching down and slinking across the roof. The odd scraping noise had stopped, Demi thought. But something had replaced it. A mixture of clicking, hushed breathing, rustling of

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Waiting

I've been told I am patient As though waiting is  merely a natural skill I was born with. As though waiting is a part of my being That I can never deny  the existence of  Or ever evade.  Paitent for those I love, yes.  I understand the need to wait To be silent and calm To meander with my thoughts And yet waiting doesn't look as they think People see the eyes that wait The enduring soul The gentle speech despite all odds No one can see how waiting feels Underneath it all a fire begging for more fuel A whirlwind locked behind bars Pressing against them with all of it's strength  The uncomfortable heart palpitations  That "eventually" and "soon" stir up The throb of hope reignited in the soul The twitch of the spirit yearning for it's time. I can do nothing to speed up the process Beginning to wonder if my own dreams have been forgotten Lost to the void of the universe  When will my turn come?  I am tired of waiting. 

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rain

When the rain pelts the ground And thunder cracks across the sky I wish the world would slow down, Stop And cleanse itself. Each droplet washing away the humidity the dirt the pollen That crusts the earth the fear the hatred the constant pressure to do better, to feel something That crusts the soul And just be. Instead, it carries on No pause in sight Just a continuous pitter-patter amidst this life. No rest for the crusty

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acceptance by TheAnchoredOne, literature

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acceptance

I’ve known her since we were young. While I didn’t know all about her yet, somehow I knew of her presence. We were neither friends nor enemies, just two passing each other on a regular basis. A sense of familiarity grew between us as time passed us by. By my early teen years, she’d made herself known to me. She hung around my porch, saying hello. I’d offered her a snack and we became well acquainted. People in my life told me she was bad news. Told me that those who hung around her were destined for hell. I didn’t want that. I kept her friendship a secret. I didn’t want to hurt her. I vividly recall how she’d come up onto my porch, How friendly she was, how much a part of my life she’d become over the years. It’s kind of funny how fast you can go from being strangers to friends with such ease. I asked her to leave. The light went out in her eyes. I told her to never come back. I watched her heart break, watched her voice crack, asking where else she could go.

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

July 4, 1991
United States
Deviant for 14 years
She / Her

My Bio

I'm a novelist. A poet. A curly haired eclectic being who likes tea.

Writing is just in me. It flows out of me like a bubbling brook and should I skip doing it, things start erupting out of me. Think volcano but with less devastation and more brooding. I hope to publish my series before I'm too old to read stuff.

The other main thing I'm interested in besides writing is perfecting my dance moves. Swing and hip-hop are my favorites so far.

My main squeeze zcomputerwiz draws cute stuff. I'd say go check him out but he's my boyfriend and checking him out is my job. Admire his adorable art. Or don't.

Favourite Visual Artist

Any photographer, Thomas Kinkade, Salvadore Dali

Favourite Movies

The Princess Bride, Lilo and Stitch, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, Spaceballs, Galaxy Quest, Shrek, Howl's Moving Castle

Favourite TV Shows

Star Trek, Stranger Things, Supernatural, One Punch Man, Disenchanted

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Home Free, Andy Grammer, Jess Glynne, Betty Who, Walk the Moon, Matt Kearney, LeCrae, Anthem Lights

Favourite Books

Screwtape Letters, Maximum Ride, Thr3e, Heaven's Wager, Anomaly, The Last Oracle, Mere Christianity, Alex Cross

Favourite Games

Apples to Apples, Need for Speed: Underground, Sims 2 and 3, Skyrim

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tools of the Trade

microsoft word, gimp, pencil and paper

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TheAnchoredOne

Nov 25, 2022

ayo

1 min read

i got married. that's all I gotta say really.

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TheAnchoredOne

Aug 26, 2022

time

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(TW) i think about time a lot. how it passes, how futures are full of unknowns and i often find myself comparing past to present, how i've changed since then and the weird sensation of being "there," some spot I pined for over the past decade and still experiencing that yearning for the next step. Ten years ago, I was this bright eyed hopeful kid, expecting things to come together in some sort of fairy tale culmination. I'd found my purpose in life, or so I thought and I was hell-bent on success. I wanted a job so I could feel connected, find some stability and have the money to travel to my heart's content. I wanted love and spent all together too much time day dreaming about it and going about things the wrong way. I wanted to get published and with all of the energy I had, I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning, honing my skills. When I zoom out a little less, I find myself at 4-6 years ago. No matter what I did, I couldn't get in. I just needed that one opportunity

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TheAnchoredOne

Dec 7, 2020

question

2 min read

(TW ) Is it possible to miss or feel a void for a certain emotion? I guess in theory it could be? I find myself, often times at night, before bed, feeling as though something is missing. As though I am grieving, that sort of dull ache. Despite the year's ickiness, things aren't terrible. I've been through some major shifts that would have sent me spiraling into depression in the past, but currently, I'm okay. I'm not losing my mind or anything. I traded suicide plots for Netflix and music. alcohol for some gummy peach rings. By all accounts I am thriving And yet. The ache is so weird. for the longest time, I thought I was missing people. But i call all of my peeps, message them and hang out with them at any opportunity. I haven't lost any one particularly close to me. I used to be so angry, so self-hatey and angsty. So wrapped up in my trauma and pain that I'm pretty sure that I subconsciously made an identity out of it. Now that anger, pain, angst, all of that is gone.