Glass House_Dextrocardia_CSS 3 + CSS 17 + CSS 35_What makes a villain?
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Glass House
Light spills from the doorway gaps, the precise cuts eating away the hallway darkness. Battered remnants of tableware sprinkle the floor, some shards catching the dribbling tapestry.Prince Isaac's ire targets the most breakable things, many irreplaceable and valuable. A non-issue for a man as wealthy as he. It has become a more consistent hobby lately; the problems of the family business. His unrelenting hubris makes it hard for him to adapt. Despite his age, his mind does not match, especially for a man born to be king.***Monday Morning, Aleth, Capital City of Tetna.Streets web the ancient me...
Dextrocardia
Dextrocardia - a condition that makes the heart move out of its original position Judy lost her heart. Again. She couldn’t remember if it was on the right swell of her chest or the left—and she probably could have been tricked into thinking it was in the greasy crook of her elbow. Do you feel that artery, Judy? Do you feel the way it’s beating like the rhythm of a soldier’s weary feet or humming like the church bells that rarely ring? No, she did not, and when the football game flickered onto her TV and a patriotic woman started belting the national anthem, she put her right hand on her left e...
CSS 3 + CSS 17 + CSS 35
As directed by the set guidelines beyond the Limitless Anything, a random flicker of light shall occur, starting the second variation of the story that occurred in the transition point between both Realities. The Garden in the Bones, a place interlocked in a prairie between two tree-filled mountains, both drowned with the embers of nostalgia. A blurred memory easily rekindled with the stimulus of sight, but still all out of the realms of reality. “I am still a servant of Time.” I started its monologue, “Not the element, Time, no of course not, just the concept of Time…like everybody else.”O vo...
What makes a villain?
What makes a villain? First there is perspective. Humans are unable to see things from the same point of view, we are doomed to live a life where everything is relative. Ambiguous. Then how is it possible that we still figure out a way of communicating, of understanding each other, even if it is in the most shallow way possible? We are not perfect, not even close, so why is it that we still end up loving each other, more than we should be able to? Caring is something strange, because there is nothing more selfish than caring, but we see it as an act of kindness, of love, of everything humans w...