Month: May 2023

Whispers of the Heart

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In the depths of our souls, where secrets reside,
A tale of connection, love’s ebb and tide.
Two hearts entangled, in a dance so rare,
Intimacy’s embrace, a love we both share.

Passions ignited, a flame burning bright,
Our spirits entwined, in the depths of the night.
But beware, dear wanderer, of love’s sweet disguise,
For false affection hides behind charming eyes.

Triumph awaits those who see through the haze,
Unveiling the truth in love’s intricate maze.
Through storms and trials, we find our own way,
To a love that is real, where true hearts may stay.

Yet, lurking nearby, self-destruction may call,
A whispered temptation, urging our downfall.
It whispers of shadows, of doubts and despair,
A danger that threatens the love we both bear.

In this intricate dance, our hearts intertwine,
Moments of ecstasy, mixed with moments of decline.
But through it all, we strive to survive,
Nurturing the love that keeps us alive.

For in the depths of our souls, where emotions run deep,
We find the strength to conquer, to defy, and to keep.
A love that’s authentic, enduring and strong,
A love that prevails, where we both belong.

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The Absent of Loss: Family Will be Missed

In the realm where sorrow dwells,
Amidtst the ache that memory tells,
There lies a tale of love's refrain,
"The absent of Loss," a heartfelt
strain

Family dear souls, forever entwined
Their presence, a balm to hearts
inclined,
Yet fate, with its merciless twist,
Deems thier departure, an agonizing
tryst.

The void now looms, a vast expanse,
Echoing laughter and sweet romance,
Their voices silenced, no longer heard,
Leaving behind a melancholic chord.

Oh, family cherished, deeply adored,
Your absence leaves our spirits flored,
In every corner, your essence we trace,
But longing intensifies in your in your empty space.

Memories , like wispers, softly arise,
Weaving taales of love thst never dies,
Each smile, each touch, forever embraced,
In our souls, your presence froever encased.

Though stories shared and pictureheld,
In hearts united, bonds unparalleled,
Family's legacy, an eternal flame,
Igniting hope, despie the pain.

For love transcends the bounds of time, 
Guiding us forward, amdist life's climb,
In each passing day, we honor and find,
The beauty of fmaily, ever intetwined.

so, in he absence of their earthly
form,
Their spirits linger, through life's
storm,
And as we reminisce with misty eyes,
Family enures, never truly dies.

"The absent of Loss," a poignant plea,
To cherish kin with love's decree,
For though they're missed,
forevermore,
family's eessence, in our souls, will
soar

 

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Shadows of Disdain: A Tense Exchange between Teammates 3

Tituba’s expression instantly turned furious as Ishnol’s comment hit her ears. She clenched her fists tightly, her face turning red with anger.

Tituba: (screamed, her voice filled with rage) What the fuck did you just say? Do you think this is a joke? Unela is out there, taking on missions alone, and you’re here laughing about pinched nerves? You’re a goddamn fool, Ishnol!

Meral: (taken aback by Tituba’s sudden outburst, tried to intervene.) Tituba, calm down. Let’s not-

But Tituba couldn’t be stopped. Her anger had consumed her, and she unleashed a torrent of curses and insults at Ishnol. Each word was laced with venom as she let out all her pent-up frustration and disappointment.

Ishnol, however, seemed unfazed by Tituba’s tirade. He simply rolled his eyes and leaned against the mission board, crossing his arms defiantly. His nonchalant reaction only fueled Tituba’s anger further.

Tituba: You think you’re so fucking superior, don’t you? (Tituba continued, her voice trembling with anger.) Always acting like you’re above everyone else. Well, guess what? You’re not. You’re just a self-centered asshole who can’t even take responsibility for his own actions!

As Tituba’s rage reached its peak, a sudden surge of energy surged through her. The room trembled, and a blinding light engulfed her. Before anyone could react, Tituba’s ancestral form emerged, towering over Ishnol with an aura of raw power.

Meral’s eyes widened in astonishment, realizing that Tituba had accidentally tapped into her ancestral abilities. She quickly moved back, giving them space.

Ishnol: (still maintaining his calm demeanor, looked up at Tituba’s towering form.) Finally showing your true colors, huh? he remarked sarcastically. Let’s see what you’re capable of then.

But before anything else could happen, Meral stepped between them, his voice filled with authority. “That’s enough! Both of you, stop this nonsense right now!”

The room fell silent as Meral’s words echoed through the air. Tituba’s ancestral form slowly dissipated, returning her to her normal state. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

Tituba: 3Ishnol, we can’t just sit here and wait. We need to find Unela, (Tituba asserted firmly, her voice laced with a mix of worry and determination.) She’s taken on an overwhelming number of missions, and we can’t ignore the fact that she’s disappeared. We have to do something.

Ishnol: (Crossed his arms, his face hardening with stubbornness) And what makes you think I’m to blame for this? Unela made her own choices. She’s always been independent, and she knows how to take care of herself. We can’t go on a wild goose chase because you two are worried.

Tituba: (Stood face to face with Ishnol, frustration evident in her eyes. She forcefully poked his chest, her voice laced with anger.) You! You’re the main cause of this incident. Your reckless behavior and inability to control your temper pushed Unela to take on all those missions. You need to take responsibility!

Ishnol: I didn’t force Unela to do anything. She made her own choices. Don’t try to put this all on me.

Meral: (observing the heated exchange, stepped forward. His voice was stern and laced with disappointment) Ishnol, you fucked up this time. Your actions, your words, they pushed Unela to the edge. We’re a team, and we should support each other, not drive each other away.

For the next three days, Ishnol embarked on an arduous search, following the trail of crimson energy that Unela had left in her wake. However, as he ventured further, his hopes dwindled. He returned to the team, a mix of exhaustion and disappointment etched on his face.

Ishnol: I searched tirelessly, following the trail of crimson energy, Ishnol reported. (his voice tinged with a sense of defeat) But wherever she went, the areas were already in ruins. It’s as if a storm had passed through, leaving nothing but destruction behind.

Tituba: Her expression mirrored Ishnol’s disappointment, her concern deepening) “What could have happened to Unela? Where could she be?”

After two weeks of uncertainty and worry, Unela returned to the team, her appearance shocking everyone. Drenched in blood, she walked with a determined stride toward the mission board, leaving her teammates in a state of disbelief. The room fell into an eerie silence as all eyes followed her every move.

Unela calmly submitted the stack of completed missions, her gaze fixated on Ishnol.

Unela: (With a chilling intensity in her voice, she uttered) Do I look fucking useless now, bitch?

The words hung in the air, a powerful declaration of her strength and resilience. Ishnol stood frozen, the weight of his previous actions is now apparent. He couldn’t find the words to respond, stunned by the transformation he witnessed before him. The room remained silent, each member of the team grappling with their own thoughts and emotions.

Without another word, Unela turned and made her way back to her room, leaving behind a room full of astonished teammates. Her return marked a profound shift in her character, a testament to her indomitable spirit and unwavering determination.

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Fearful Manifestation

In the depths of despair, where shadows dance,
A quote lingers, invoking a chilling trance,
“Fear will be your downfall, peasant,” it cries,
A bleak lamentation, as hope slowly dies.

Oh, hapless peasant, lost in fear’s cruel grip,
Your trembling soul, with anguish, starts to slip,
Like vultures circling, fear preys upon your mind,
Feeding on doubts, leaving scars undefined.

In the bleak abyss, where nightmares reside,
Whispers of terror grow, like a rising tide,
Fear’s bony fingers, upon your spirit they prey,
Dragging you down into an endless decay.

Each step you take, burdened by doubt’s chains,
Trapped in a labyrinth of agonizing pains,
The voice of reason drowned in fear’s wailing cries,
Your dreams crushed, beneath ominous skies.

Dark tendrils of despair, they smother your will,
Rendering you powerless, unable to fulfill,
Fear paints illusions, distorting every sight,
A desolate landscape where hope takes flight.

“Fear will be your downfall,” the chant echoes still,
A haunting reminder of your soul’s impending ill,
But amidst the shadows, a flicker of defiance gleams,
A glimmer of strength, born from shattered dreams.

For in the darkest nights, embers still ignite,
A beacon of resilience, burning ever bright,
Rise, oh weary peasant, from fear’s cold embrace,
Unleash the fire within, let it leave its trace.

Confront the specters that haunt your broken mind,
With eyes ablaze, the darkness you shall blind,
For fear’s dominion is but a feeble façade,
In your heart, a warrior, unyielding and unflawed.

Though fear may whisper, its words filled with dread,
Carry on, dear peasant, with courage as your thread,
And as you journey through the realms of despair,
Unleash your spirit, for it shall never wear.

Though fear may threaten to be your tragic fate,
Embrace the shadows, for they too shall abate,
For in the depths of darkness, resilience shall rise,
And fear, defeated, shall meet its own demise.

So let the bleakness of fear become your guide,
Through its chilling depths, let your strength preside,
For in the face of darkness, a glimmer of hope is sown,
And fear, your downfall, shall be overthrown.

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Shadows of Disdain: A Tense Exchange between Teammates 2

Ishnol: (Opens the door, visibly frustrated) The fuck is your problem!!

Tituba: (Forcefully enters the room) Speaking to me is a privilege!!! You do not have privileges!!! Do you hear me?

Ishnol: (Taken aback by Tituba’s assertiveness) What are you even talking about, Tituba? Why are you barging into my room like this?

Tituba: (Steps closer, her voice firm) I overheard your conversation with Unela earlier, Ishnol. The way you spoke to her was completely unacceptable. We are a team, and we treat each other with respect.

Ishnol: (Crosses his arms, defensive) And who gave you the authority to dictate how I should speak?

Tituba: (Meets his gaze, unwavering) It’s not about authority, Ishnol. It’s about the values we hold as Angel Assassins. We operate as a cohesive unit, and that requires mutual respect and professionalism.

Ishnol: (Raises his voice) So now you’re the judge of how I should behave? I don’t need you to tell me what privileges I have.

Tituba: (Maintains her composure) It’s not about power or judgment, Ishnol. It’s about fostering an environment of trust and collaboration. We rely on each other’s skills and support to accomplish our missions. That requires treating one another with respect and recognizing the value each team member brings.

Ishnol: (Grumbles, begrudgingly) Fine, I get it. But don’t expect me to change overnight just because you say so.

Tituba: (Nods) It’s not an overnight change we’re seeking, Ishnol. It’s a continuous effort to improve and strengthen our team dynamics. We hold each other accountable for our actions.

Ishnol: (Pauses, a flicker of realization) You’re right… I may not like it, but I understand the importance of respect within the team. I’ll try to be more mindful of my words.

Tituba: (Sincerely) That’s all I ask, Ishnol. We’re all in this together, and we need to build each other up rather than tear each other down.

The conversation continues, with Tituba emphasizing the significance of respectful communication within the team. While Ishnol may not fully embrace the concept at this moment, the seed of understanding has been planted, leaving room for personal growth and improved teamwork in the future. As she walks back to the Training hall she meets with Meral who stops her.

Meral: Crazy how peaceful life becomes when you decide you no longer have the energy to argue and you are okay with being misunderstood because people only understand from their level of perception. No argument is worth damaging your mental health.

Tituba stops in her tracks, turning to face Meral with a contemplative expression. 

Tituba: You’re right, Meral. (Her voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and realization) It’s exhausting to keep arguing, trying to make someone understand when they’re determined to see things from their own limited perspective. Sometimes, it’s better to prioritize our own mental well-being over futile arguments.

As the room begins to shake, they get an alert from Unela’s room. As Tituba and Meral rush towards Unela’s room, the ground beneath them starts to tremble, and they hear the distant rumble of the room shaking. They quickly arrive at Unela’s door, finding it slightly ajar. Pushing it open, they step inside and witness a scene that fills them with both awe and concern.

Unela is in a deep meditative state, her eyes closed, and her body surrounded by an aura of crimson light. Her tattoos, usually dormant, are now alive, moving, and glowing with an intense red hue. The room feels charged with energy, and the air is thick with an unspoken power.

Tituba: (approaches cautiously, calling out) Unela, what’s happening? Are you alright?

Unela’s chanting continues softly, her voice carrying a mix of determination and vulnerability.

Unela: Part of having is the fear of losing. Part of creating is the fear of it breaking. Part of the beginning is the fear of your ending. Fear is never a choice. Never a choice. But letting it rule you is.

Meral: (watches in awe, her eyes wide with curiosity and concern. She moves closer to Tituba and whispers) What do you think is happening to her? This energy, it feels… different.

Tituba: (Her brow furrows as she tries to make sense of the situation) “I’m not sure, but it seems like Unela is tapping into something powerful. Her tattoos, they’re reacting to her emotions and her inner strength.

After the chanting ended, Unela stood up with her eyes darkened in red and her tattoos leaking black as they still pulsated with a red glow. Tituba and Meral exchanged bewildered glances as they watched Unela’s transformation unfold before their eyes. Unela walked out of the room, her determined steps echoing through the corridor.

Tituba: (called out to her) Unela, wait! What are you doing?

Unela didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the mission board. Without hesitation, she accepted a total of 20 missions, her fingers moving swiftly across the screen. The team had never seen her take on such a heavy load of assignments before.

Meral: (rushed up beside Tituba, her voice filled with concern,) Unela, this is too much. You can’t handle all of these missions on your own.

But Unela remained silent, her focus unyielding. As soon as she completed accepting the missions, she disappeared in an instant, leaving only a lingering trail of crimson energy behind.

Ishnol entered the mission board room, a wry smile playing on his lips. His presence caught Tituba and Meral off guard, interrupting their conversation about Unela’s sudden departure.

Ishnol: Well shit, (his voice filled with a mix of amusement and concern) I think I might’ve pinched a nerve.

 

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Shadows Unveiled: The Light’s Ascendant Resilience

In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A mantra whispers, its tale it tells.
“Never flinch, Never fear, Never forget,”
Mia Corvere’s creed, a soul beset.

With eyes unyielding, she faces the night,
A heart aflame, fueled by inner light.
No trembling before the daunting unknown,
In the face of danger, she stands alone.

Never flinch, for weakness has no place,
A spirit unbroken, with steadfast grace.
Through trials and tests, she stands tall,
Her resolve unshaken, she’ll conquer all.

Never fear, for bravery’s her shield,
A warrior’s spirit, unconcealed.
She walks the path with courageous might,
Defying shadows, embracing the fight.

Never forget, memories fuel her fire,
Each scar a reminder, a burning desire.
To seek justice, vengeance she demands,
No wrongs unnoticed, held within her hands.

In Mia’s creed, her spirit takes flight,
A symphony of strength, an unwavering light.
In the realm of shadows, she claims her role,
A force unrelenting, an indomitable soul.

So heed her words, let them echo true,
Within your heart, let them guide you through.
For in the darkness, where fears may creep,
Embrace the mantra, eternally keep.

Never flinch, Never fear, Never forget,
A creed of resilience, no challenge unmet.
With Mia’s spirit, let your own be met,
And rise above, your destiny be set.

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Embers of Wrath in a Kingdom’s Embrace

In a world of honor, where kings do reign,
And soldiers, brave, march with valor unfeigned,
Poets, they say, possess hearts so profound,
But I, in this chaos, my rage does resound.

Kings have honor, a virtue esteemed,
Their regal grace, like a beacon it gleams.
Soldiers possess bravery, fearless and bold,
In battles fought, their stories unfold.

But poets, oh poets, their hearts run deep,
With words they sow, emotions they reap.
Yet I, amidst these roles, stand apart,
For all I have is rage, consuming my heart.

A fire within, burning fierce and wild,
Untamed and unyielding, like a tempest defiled.
No honor, no bravery, no tender art,
Only rage, tearing me apart.

In this sea of virtues, I am adrift,
With no compass to guide, my soul does rift.
But perhaps within rage, there lies a power,
A fuel that burns, in every dark hour.

For rage can be a force, strong and true,
When channeled wisely, It breaks through.
Through trials and tribulations, I’ll find my way.
Harnessing the fury, a new path I’ll sway.

So let kings have honor, and soldiers their might,
Poets their hearts, embracing the light.
I’ll embrace my rage, for within it I’ll grow,
Transforming it into strength, a fierce and mighty glow.

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Whispers of Resilience

In the realm where words collide,
A conversation, a power divide.
“Speaking to me is a privilege!” they decree,
Stripping away privileges, can’t you see?

But come, child, take a step with me,
Into the abyss, where courage sets us free.
Look at all you’ve done, your journey unfurled,
Does disappointment lurk? “Pettumus?” it’s hurled.

Hmph, your brain still works, it’s true,
Yet the scars within, they paint their hue.
You’re damaged, that much is clear,
But strength emerges, even through tears.

For in this tapestry of dominance and plight,
We navigate through darkness, seeking light.
The voice of authority tries to impede,
Yet we march forward, fulfilling our need.

Speaking to you is a privilege, indeed,
For your spirit soars, refusing to concede.
No matter the doubts, the wounds you bear,
You’re resilient, a soul with stories to share.

So let the power dynamics fade away,
Embrace the invitation, seize the day.
In your damaged heart, a flame still burns,
For in vulnerability, strength quietly returns.

Through the ebb and flow of this poetic dance,
We rise above, reclaiming our stance.
The privilege lies not in their hollow decree,
But in the courage to be authentically free.

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Essential Software Security

Project for COSC 175

Software security is essential and must be taken seriously,

Because hackers are constantly hiding and looking to take advantage of people.

Given that everything is now digitized and accessible online,

The most important thing is to protect sensitive information, period.

 

Software security is not always straightforward to achieve.

It entails locating weaknesses and neatly fixing them.

Neglecting security can have disastrous results.

resulting in a decline in client loyalty and a loss of trust.

 

From integer errors to buffer overflows,

And everything in between, security risks are always on the go.

It’s up to developers to ensure, that their code is secure,

Keeping it up-to-date, and free from any obscure.

 

So remember, software security is not just a choice,

It’s a responsibility, one that should not be voiced.

Protecting users and their data, is always the goal,

For software security is essential, it’s the heart and soul.

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Fragments of Heartache, Portrait of Resilience

I suck at studying so yeah here this is…

In the depths of my soul, a tear is born,
A painful droplet, from a heart forlorn,
Countless cries, in silence they hide,
Unseen, unnoticed, my tears coincide.

Into the void, my gaze is cast,
Embracing nothingness, the moments vast,
Within, my heart shatters, broken and frail,
A wretched scream, unheard, but true and pale.

Longing for your call, aching for your touch,
Empty promises, never delivered as such,
I believed your words, held them as true,
Some were lies, distorted and askew.

Left in the lurch, waiting in vain,
Deceived by your actions, inflicted with pain,
Once again, my heart shattered and scarred,
For I thought, naively, our bond could discard.

Amidst the chaos, I find my release,
In the hope that finally, my agony would cease,
Yet nerves consume you, a portrait of strain,
But your smile persists, through every self-made bane.

Battered and bruised, your spirit does show,
Yet your laughter soothes, the room all aglow,
Though hurt you’ve endured, from others and within,
Never would you inflict pain, for it’s love you believe in.

In silence, you dwell, a quiet repose,
Annoyance it brings, yet compassion it shows,
With self-consciousness etched upon your soul,
You mend others’ brokenness, making them whole.

Oh, how you despise yourself, it seems,
A relentless battle, where self-hate teems,
But know this, dear boy, in your flaws and strife,
You’re a beacon of light, bringing love to life.

For in this tapestry of joy and despair,
You’re an artist, creating love beyond compare,
And though you may stumble, with doubts that invade,
You’re a masterpiece, worthy of love that won’t fade.

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