Celvas

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Let's code! Pushable Buttons

Introduction Buttons. You all know buttons, because buttons are everywhere. We mostly take them for granted. They are there to direct us to somewhere else and God protect a button that doesn't do exactly that. We rarely give them a second thought, despite the fact that the appearance of a button is as much a design choice as any other element; a button can make or break a design. Small advice: Simple (or rather: easy to navigate) is the new black. We established that buttons are part of that equation. It is my experience that buttons in journal designs aren't that highly sought after. People want them for their function, and even then rarel

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Rant About: Write What You Know

For if you write bullshit, bullshit will be written about you. I am completely and genuinely, without any reservations, in favor of what this marvel of writing advice tries to communicate to the budding author. THE READER: A CURIOUS SPECIMEN :bigthumb188091296:the reader. by MothArt (https://www.deviantart.com/mothart) As a group of people wasting their time on your story because you chose a profession that hinges on owing people entertainment in exchange for money, your readers are about as ferocious in their criticism as hungry cannibals come. They do not forgive, and they start not forgiving with the very first line. However, readers are human, too. So while many of th

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Make-Sense-World

I stand in the middle of a well-paved street, no cracks nor patches, its median strip strong, unfaded, stretches of rectangles bright on the blacktop swallowing the image of the sun. The street is new and old. In the process of being made, having already been forgotten. Tall pines are lining the street, uniform and perfectly still. The thought crosses my mind, the thought that, if I were to stray from my destined spot, one touch would reveal the trees as styrofoam, cut and painted to fit description, Velcro needles attached to their limbs. Lines and lines of liar's trees no god would have created. Who are you? I think, I think beyond the m

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Another Year Gone By

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Make-Sense-World by Celvas, literature

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Make-Sense-World

On A Beautiful Day by Celvas, literature

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On A Beautiful Day

I wake up to the songs of unnamed birds and the rays of a sun undeterred by the wooden boards I have nailed to the window, requirement for privacy even here. I wake upto a soft breeze tugging at the mosquito net and the tickling sensation of a spider on my face, inching its way toward my hairline. And after only a few moments of blissful ignorance, granted by the daze of an unfinished dream, I feel dismayed. On a beautiful day like this, a terrible thing must happen.

Sweet Kid by Celvas, literature

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Sweet Kid

Bresh's allergic to strawberries. The last time he ate some he spent two hours squeezing vomit through his swollen gullet, nearly drowning in spit, half-digested food and gastric acid before his father opted to throw him into the car and drive him to the ER. It was a suicide attempt. He knew he would go to hell for this. But Bresh had somehow banked on God not noticing that it wasn't accidental. Death by strawberry. He thought that was funny.

About sowing and reaping by Celvas, literature

A Great Fucking Idea by Celvas, literature

Oh, come on! by Celvas, literature

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Oh, come on!

It broke. Hard. Stuff like this breaks, you never get it back together. There'll always be cracks. Large ones, at that. I mean, you can try. You can search and scramble, but I tell you: all those small pieces will be forever left missing. And you know how the saying goes: It's the small things in life. Yeah. It kinda broke. It will never be the same. I know that. You know that. Sounds to me like we're in agreement. So why do you keep screaming at me, for God's sake? Can't we just skip to the make-up sex? What do you want me to say, then? Tell me. You say it, I'll repeat it. It's simple. You tell me what you need to hear from me so you'll

And The Genie said: Define Solitude by Celvas, literature

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And The Genie said: Define Solitude

Somewhere between Now and Then there sits a rock in the ocean. Somewhere on that rock, smack in the middle to be exact, sits a beautiful two-story house, all white walls and black-tiled roof. Outside of said house there sit two dozen men and women, celebrating, patiently waiting for the guest of honor to appear. Have I not fulfilled your wish? On your third day on that roof, surrounded by cannibals, have you ever felt this solitary before?