Ani Was Writing

 Be careful what you do with your time.      I thought I was just playing a simple golfing game with my friends and family. Something cute and sweet, yet difficult. Mini golf is supposed to be like that, right?     But it's the patterns. The patterns are ... enticing. They call to a deeper instinct in your mind. The one that trusts others no matter what happens. The one that gives up control no matter who it is given to.      Before long, I was lost. Lost in the golf course with others who gave up on golfing at all. They lived and danced in the streets below the golfers above. I tried to live with them. I really did. But the patterns couldn't steal my mind so easily. And it only took one person to stop it all.      Now I have the map. The layout of this place. And I will seek to set it ablaze with a zealous fire.      The patterns will not seduce another again.

PR #032026 Reported on 31 March 2026 Project 1: Writing     Current Writing Project: Operation Eventide          Current Status: Planning/Scattered Draft Phase     Current D&D Project: Custodius Continuum, Eventide's Path          Current Status: 7 of 9 Sessions Completed     Blog Posts Completed: 15 of 52 (Including Extra Blog Posts) Project 2: Weight Management     Current Weight: 230.0     Weight Loss/Gain: +/- 0 in March (-2.6 in 2026)     Goal Weight: 180.0 Project 3: Crochet     Gifts/Commissions Completed: 1 of 4 Commissions, 0 of 5 Planned Gifts     Personal Projects Completed: 0

    "See, you little lovebirds? It wasn't that hard, was it?"     The Tomnacks stare at the person in front of them. Was it a person? The vaguely humanoid shape seemed to suggest that. The greying skin did not. The black suit made the person look human. The black pools for eyes did not.     "To be frank, I shouldn't really be thanking either of you. It was -oh, I forget their names. The druid and the bugbear. Or was it the gnomes? Regardless, neither of you actually did the labor that was asked of you. Your underlings did."     "How were we supposed to know these adventurers would do that?" The husband shouts, "You told me to kill that damned Time Walker!"     "And you told me nothing!" The wife cries, "How was I supposed to know my daughter-?"     The person shifts. Gains fleshy skin and an aura of humanity. Loses composure. "No, no. That one was not your daughter. Only a vessel. Just like that dragon. Except the...

There Was A Old Woman By Jessy Randall     Have you ever read a collection of writing and thought, "Wow, if this was in any other form, this person would have looked disturbed?" Because that's how I felt after reading this small poetry collection.     Imagine every nursery rhyme you know about old women, mothers, or just any in the older female protagonist area. Now imagine you cracked open this and saw 66 of them with wild commentary or extrapolated continuations. And -trust me- it is a fun ride. A quick jaunt through a spooky forest, for a decent description.           All this said, Randall hits some potential sensitive spots. It often caught me off-guard as I read through this. So keep that in mind if you decide to hop on this collection. If this were a series of posts on social media, or comments left in random places, or even short form video posts... I would be a little disturbed. It feels like reading someone's 4am thoughts after...

    I don't know how they found me so fast. I was just put in this program not a day or two ago. Or, maybe three days? I can't remember. I just know I showed up here and they ushered me into a few different rooms to see what kind of stuff I was interested in. One of them was a showdown between different digital cowboys and outlaws. The other was a cooking show with my favorite social media cook! I chose the cooking show one and was placed in the same village/neighborhood place as all of the cooks and chefs I admired.      Then I found out my mother is here. Somewhere. She clouds my happiness. And now I need to find her so I can get rid of her.      But it seems like the law enforcement has found me. And I can hear them yelling for me.