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Masked MasksYou're differentMasked Masks by starell
When you're with them
When You're with me.
Who are you
RestorationRestoration by MirkwoodElf
Written on the wall were these words:
Tell Lasec Roffo Erutan Eb Dednuob Ereh, Throfec Neh, Litnu a Namuh Gingeb Dluoshet Icer Eseths Drow
Beneath them, several hieroglyphics were imprinted into the stone. The odd thing about them was how very fine and intricate they were, seeming quite recently made especially compared to the writings wed seen on previous digs. Almost too fine.
But that wasnt what caught my attention. I knew something about hieroglyphics, though not nearly as much as Rachel or Kylie, but I knew enough to tell the different cultures apart, and, more importantly, I knew the Ancient dialects, though Kylie was definitely more of the linguist, and I didnt have any idea what the words actually meant.
Hall of DespairEverybody dreams while they sleep, though you don't always remember what you've dreamed once you wake up. I usually remember my dreams, but I forget most of them throughout the day. I'm sure that's normal. My dreams aren't normal, but their always interesting. . .Hall of Despair by BRTennant
A dream I have more than most, involves people I see more than most. They're not family and they're not really friends. I've dreamed the same dream almost every night.
I'm drawing a picture of a graveyard. In the picture it's raining. There is a mangled maple tree to the left of the centered main grave. A skull-and-cross bones are carved into the headstone of this newly drawn grave.
Below the tree is a piece of rope. It was the noose, the one the person in the grave used.
Who's grave is it? Him, oh my God, why am I drawing his grave?
When I look up I notice that I'm sitting in a dark corner. Everything else was bright with color. It's a party. Why am I in the corner during a party? Why am I at the party to begin with?
Treasure HuntersLeave land beforeTreasure Hunters by starell
The sun has thought
To make it's way 'round
Their motor whirring lowly
Chopping though dark waters
Until almost too far from the coastline
It's still black,
But threatening dark blue
Deeper than they should
Where it's still dark as pitch
Breathe air in the water
As it bites them with the cold
Currents carrying them
Farther and farther out
Until the water becomes turquoise
Graveyard Grand JeteThe rotted stairs groaned as I slunk through the house. Clouds of dust swirled in the night air. My eyes could barely make out shapes from the drab interior, but I did not stumble. Slowly I picked my way through the house to the hidden staircase, Carrie trailing behind me.Graveyard Grand Jete by starell
The latch rasped as the tumblers freed the catch and the door jolted open. Squeaking slightly, the trapdoor opened and Carrie and I slipped out onto the roof. Moonlight striped us silver and illuminated the grime of centuries on top of the old house. And then I danced.
Forgetting the impending doom tomorrow would bring and how Madame would yell at the grit caked in my slippers. My arms floated high above my head as I flirted with the edge. Spinning closer and closer to the very edge of the roof I would leap and twirl with the night. Carrie whimpered, cowering against the chimney eyes widened with fright, pleading with me to come back.
It was getting late. I slipped off my shoes grabbing her hand I guided us out of th
DearestDearest,Dearest by starell
Would that you were closer,
So I could read aloud
The words I’ve only written,
The thoughts I haven’t dared.
Speak my desires
Onto your lips and into your mouth
So they might wrap around your tongue
And maybe travel to your heart.
Would that you were closer,
So I could catch the notes
You shout from high cliffs
That travel over oceans
Until they get to me,
Where I wait on the sand,
And only grasp faint whispers
Carried by the waves.
Would that you were closer,
So we could count the freckles
That dot across our noses.
Which we got from waiting
Every night in the moonlight
So we wouldn’t miss the love letters
Hung by the other
On the evening breeze.
Would that you were closer.
A talk with Dad about his cancerI put my trust in the pilot,A talk with Dad about his cancer by jade-pandora
the man in the cockpit
to get me home.
With closed eyes he adds,
I can live with that.
War SongsWar Songs by jade-pandora
Even in my old age, I am a small girl again when I think of great-grandfather's stories, telling me of when his father rode against the 7th Cavalry, and the one called Long Hair, with those who lived in the sacred Black Hills. Who fought and overwhelmed the soldiers in their one great victory at the Little Big Horn, before the captured killings of Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull. Until all fell to the wrath of the Great White Father that ended at Wounded Knee.
Before then, it was as hot as any of the Elders could recall, and hard to remember a summer without any clouds in the sky. As horse soldiers wound their way in pursuit of the tribes who, for the first and last time, had joined as one nation with one resolve, to stop the desecration of the land, and regain a way of life. . .
It was at the great camp three miles long that
we came together, to prepare, with war songs,
sun dance visions, and ceremonial smokes.
The Arapaho, the Hunkpapa, the Lakota Sioux,
the Brule, the
InsatiableHe wonders what she hidesInsatiable by jade-pandora
behind that mischievous smile,
a silent crescent wile
and a glance of curvaceous skin.
The little black dress that shows
what's hidden from within
and artful hands that tender the sin.
How her eyes can melt his soul,
glittering of coal blackness
that flash and dance and burn,
and makes his flesh crawl and yearn
for the feel of her skin on him.
The way of tangled limbs.
His lover's mouth with its hunger,
insatiable till it's over.
Her body's desire renders
its pureness, and oils his body
as she moves like a serpent,
slick with her wetness,
filled by the whiteness of him.
Moonlit gleam of heavy eyes,
a shudder and a rush of sighs
when her tongue curls around,
to taste and take all he gives.
Her grin, and the joy felt within
at her lover's unexpected reaction;
to start a new kiss, to rise again
and quench her needy thirst
as the cycle repeats until
passion wanes and dies,
to coil round and lull them in
a shadowy, slow-motion sleep.
Where did that little black dre
GhostYou offer me your ghost shirtGhost by jade-pandora
for warmth, as I stand
in permanent free fall
before the two dippers.
I have no tears with which to weep,
they won't last beyond
the first touch of
thin air in this high place
where trees never grew
or felt the tension of gut sinew
when I lost my eyes
staring into the sun, and
how its dried breath of
ancient rain and elk horn
has left the moon an orphan.
One For The Morning Glory"One For The Morning Glory"One For The Morning Glory by social-shut-in
Pocket watches are beautiful works of art. The intricate designs carved into the face. Seeing all the glorious work put into them.
But my town is different. See, no-one here likes pocket watches. It’s an old town legend, folklore, faerie tale. It gets passed around at slumber parties and whispered across the table at school.
But I know it’s true. I’ve seen her. I’ve seen her come in through the locked door. I’ve seen her child-like smile as she got closer to her prey. I’ve seen the pocketwatch sway from her wrist as the chain was gripped tightly in her hand.
Her name was once Elizabeth. She was once human. A young girl about thirty years before I first heard of her. She came to school in the same dress every day. A nice, dark blue dress. But she was teased a lot for only wearing this one dress. She was an outcast, even though she was just in middle school. Elizabeth had one friend. A girl named Victoria. Every morning, she
The Eternal Bond of a Dragon Rider"It's rather shallow." The healer noted, cautiously peeling away Rhilahan's bloody shirt. He meticulously studied the wound along the Ranger's lower back before applying the numbing balm. With nimble fingers, the elderly healer began stitching the torn skin back together. His attention to detail did not falter even among the growing cries of pain in the crowded chapel. Anyone with any sense of medical experience were thrown into the fray helping the wounded and easing the dying's final minutes.The Eternal Bond of a Dragon Rider by thwackcrackers
The past two days brought nothing but death and grief for the people of Eyrarfell. The ongoing conflict with the Gnolls may have dragged the Duchy into three years of bloodshed but never did the peaceful villagers of Eyrarfell believe that the war would march to their doorsteps. Half of the village still burned and many innocents were slaughtered. The healer couldn't help but admire his patient, the man who seemingly appeared out of nowhere with a contingent of rangers to aid
The Dragon Slave of The Basinite Fjords The very air rippled as the leathery whip came whistling down along Shara's exposed midsection. With a cringing thwack the barbed torture tool lashed her belly again and again. Blood sprayed and sapphire scales were rent violently from her flesh, falling onto the hard stone floor in a collective pile. Shara growled away the seething pain that gutted her away but stubbornly refused to whimper. A whimper expressed defeat and in the sadistic eyes of her tormentors, defeat was what they strove to implant within her.The Dragon Slave of The Basinite Fjords by thwackcrackers
A rasping voice dragged Shara away from the nightmare of the whip and into a world full of misery. "That's enough. I wish to speak with it."
Shara's body hurt all over and her head swam with nausea as she turned her neck to see a small, obsidian colored creature approach her. The creature bore a disturbing visage and obsidian ornate armor as black as his skin. He tugged his beard a long while, studying the fruits of his work that lay in a pathetic heap be
A New WorldA blinding streak of light and a deafening crack of thunder was all the warning Braden had before he raised his kite shield in mock defense against the oncoming bolt of sheer energy that snaked towards him. His shield hummed with power as a bubble-like ward manifested around him, catching the bolt and harmlessly tossing the energy away to explode further down the arena. Braden’s teeth cringed as his bones rattled and the hair on his neck bristled. The sheer force of the attack collapsed his left arm, sending his kite shield slamming into his chest and his legs faltering beneath his own weight.A New World by thwackcrackers
His brow furrowed as he painfully regained his composure and stared down the training yard at his Draoll partner. The black vixen stared back, hunched and panting heavily from the strain that the magical attack placed on her. Despite her obvious fatigue the edges of her black lips stretched into a smile and her ruby eyes gleamed with what Braden could only assume was a gloating taunt.
What's that Smell?CHAPTER ONE: WHAT’S THAT SMELL?What's that Smell? by BRTennant
Now – Fall 2014
“Scott, dude, stop making that face it is disgusting! You smell rotting flesh or something? Because if you are gross dude. Rotting flesh throws off my appetite.” Stiles’ groaned as he placed his soda can down on the table, giving his best friend a disgruntled look.
“Rotting flesh! That’s it!” Scott said too loudly, “That’s the smell!”
Isaac rolled his eyes at Scott’s excitement, “I don’t smell anything Scott.”
“Just take a sniff, it’s there I swear.” Scott replied his face reminding Stiles of a whiny puppy.
Isaac placated the other teen with a sarcastically dramatic show at sniffing the air. His face scrunched up immediately “gross. It is rotting flesh. Both new and old. Weird.”
“Well I officially lost my appetite.” S
DPSW -- ProloguePROLOGUEDPSW -- Prologue by BRTennant
Now – Fall 2014
It has been four years since he first saw her brilliantly bright hazel eyes and beautiful strawberry blonde hair. She had been so small, so young, and so different than she is now. Her potential was obvious from the start. There was a power hidden in her - it rolled off of her in waves. It was intoxicating.
Peter Hale is the type of man who, no matter what, gets what he wants. He is also a very patient man. When Peter sets his eyes on something he does whatever he has to do, even if it involved waiting four-long-years to make Lydia Martin his.
The first time that Peter saw Lydia was in his Introduction of Dramatic Arts class her freshman year at Beacon Hills High School. The class is designed for freshman, those 14 to 15 year olds who thought the class would be a breeze, an easy-A. Peter didn’t fault them for their logic. When he was in high school Peter had thought t
The Battle for Tower Ygytherul: PrologueKnight Lieutenant Norman yanked the reigns of his warhorse and veered right, trotting east along the withered path which, with a single blink of an eye, could easily be mistaken for a deceitful apparition. His white stallion bayed in short protest before following its rider's commands and changing course. The steady marching beat of two hundred men-at-arms echoed behind him and the Knight Lieutenant risked a quick glance behind him.The Battle for Tower Ygytherul: Prologue by thwackcrackers
Elkrul's finest soldiers accompanied him, marching with the steady discipline that came with being a proud servant of the Blessed City of the West. Norman returned his attention to the front, shivering at the foreboding landscape that caged him and his company like a slave's pen. Titanic trees sprouted in all directions, dwarfing his men with bony fingers of wood and gnarled roots that looked as if it was ready to pluck an unsuspecting victim from the road and crush him within his grasp.
To make their travel abundantly worse, a heavy forecas
Diviners of Runawynd Act IDiviners of Runawynd Act I by Runawynd
"But that's just immoral!" Denying all professionalism, Garrick harshly snapped at the supreme god, Keiran, who calmly sat in his cozy, luxurious office seat. "I can't believe you want me to carry out a mission like that!"
With the mildest of expressions, Keiran merely blinked up at the enraged one and countered, unexpectedly cold, "Since when do morals matter here? At this place where we observe and judge humanity? We focus on facts, not feelings. You know that." He added, patronizing.
"Tch, I don't need you reminding me. And I know what I need to do, but there's no way I'm-" Garrick welcomed the coming verbal battle; thus, when his superior rose from his seat, he could feel his own temper rising as well.
Keiran then approached him face-to-face, smirking all the while he spoke. "Look, I love the way you think " A graceful hand took to Garrick's pounding neck, reached to his face, where it departed with a tender caress. "But talking back to your superior isn't a good idea when the
The Xavier: Chapter 3At the moment of En'fili's peak, the room blazed with the sound of alarm bells. As a shocked En'fili leapt off the bed, her skin shone a deep penetrating, unhealthy yellow; a yellow glow of terror at the bewildering sound. Nikoli just lay stiff, still in shock at the noise and the startlement of En'fili. Their world of intimate unadulterated bliss came to fall as reality massacred it midway. A booming voice came over the speaker system-The Xavier: Chapter 3 by ShadowsOfAVorlon
"Report to alert stations. This is NOT a drill!"
The message in Commander Neroon's parade voice continued thrice more, then harshly stopped. With no time at all to spare Cromwell and Feliss hurriedly dressed themselves and ran towards the bridge Sola-lift, sorting each other's uniform on the way. As the two corrected their hair and made final adjustments to each other's kit, they began to think the worst- a declaration of war by the Vorath.
"But w-what if..."
Nikoli interrupted- "What if... nothing! We're on an Obsidion Class Luna Destroyer. We're on th
The Fallen Star: Chapter 8EIGHTThe Fallen Star: Chapter 8 by TheFS
Whatever Lakor tried to do, he couldn't sleep. It wasn't just the gentle creaking of the house that kept him awake, but the constant questions that rattled around in his head. He shuffled around onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. Slowly, he pushed his hands under his head and closed his eyes again.
Sleep had just taken hold over him, when a sudden thump echoed through his room. He reopened his eyes, hearing footsteps outside his door. He lifted up his head and tried to hear who it was.
Against Kantou's wishes, both Hamsol and Saru insisted that they should rest until morning. And yet, someone was awake. Lakor continued to listen, and heard the unmistakeable creaking of the stairs, as someone tiptoed downwards into the living room. There was click as the front door was opened, and another as it softly swung back to.
He pushed himself from his bed, shuffled over to the window and drew back the curtain. In the light of the moon, he could see a man strolling into the
A Renaissance Dinner Party Guests:A Renaissance Dinner Party by social-shut-in
Queen Elizabeth the First
Lorenzo de’ Medici
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci
Menu (More Snacks Than Actual Meal):
First Course: Manchet Bread with Butter
Second Course: Double Ale, Roasted Capon, and Game Pie
Third Course: Sweetmeats, Pastries with Marmalade, and Mead
da Vinci, Michelangelo, Shakespeare, Medici, Her Majesty
(Right after Her Majesty arrives and all are seated)
Shakespeare: I do believe all of us have arrived. Now, what shall we all talk about on this nice day?
Medici: I would like to ask Her Majesty how Her land of England is doing.
Elizabeth: It’s doing as well as your city of Florence, maybe even better. Our Royal Navy has expanded and has brought back many stories of the New World.
Medici: I do believe Your Majesty, is gloating.
Elizabeth: I feel no need to gloat. C
The Apology: Full ScriptThe ApologyThe Apology: Full Script by ZachValkyrie
Page 1: Six panels arranged in three rows of equal height. The top row is composed of one full-width panel. The middle row contains two panels of equal width. The bottom row contains three panels of equal width.
Top Panel: A long wide view of a large tan-grey concrete building in a vast field. The building is surrounded by a tall razorwire fence. Several guard towers are visible along the fence. The midday sky above the building is blue and cloudless. Behind the building, the fields stretch for miles without a single structure to be seen until the rolling hills swallow the landscape.
Middle Left Panel: Upward view of an unmarked black military helicopter with the midday sun peeking out from behind the rotor column.
Middle Right Panel: A view of the roof of the concrete building. The roof is made of the same tan-grey concrete as the building. On the right side of the panel, there stands a doorway leading to a stairwe
StagelightsStagelights by MirkwoodElf
INT. STAGE - NIGHT
CHRISTINE and LUCY work on the lighting panel on the stage floor. They are alone. There are only a few lights on above the stage - the audience space is dark.
A phone rings from an office backstage. Lucy and Christine look up, to the right; Lucy rolls her eyes and sighs.
Ill get it. Try switching the cables again. . .
She stands and walks off, through the right wing, leaving Christine alone. Christine kneels down and fiddles with the cables.
A noise, like the WHOOSH of a cape, sounds from somewhere out in the dark of the audience space. Christine looks up, staring out into the dark. She quickly stands up and grabs a screwdriver from the floor.
There is the sound of more movement, closer to her, then silence.
Slowly, she turns her head to her left, and, just outside the left wing, the PHANTOM st
Informed OpinionsThe hours were waning into the cooler parts of the day. The gentle autumn temperatures seemed to contrast, in a way, with the warm light of the bold, golden colors that were beginning to set the western sky aflame. The sun stretched its impotently burning touch over the elves' gilded kingdom of eternal song and efflorescence, and in the courtyard between the Arcane Academy and the Temple of the Sun, it gleamed on the heads of two pointy-eared figures, who sat looking like femininely personified contrasts of night and day themselves.Informed Opinions by AranyaVerSarn
One wore the dark garb of a warlock, her silvery tresses falling in elegant waves around her shoulders, while the taller one's sleek black mane brushed lightly over the threads of her mage-robes and fell a little to one side with the tilt of her head.
"How long have you had this?" Shad'ara asked. Her fair, whiskery eyebrows twitched with intrigue as she regarded the crystalline object hovering in the empty space above the open palms of her friend's hands, s
Freedom to Live (Nalu Story) Chap.8Chapter 8</I>Freedom to Live (Nalu Story) Chap.8 by NTjm505
Lucy was inside room getting ready for work. She heard the news that the Salamander struck again. This time he killed and burned two innocent bystanders. That wasn’t all. The reporter also states that he blow the thieves we captured include a two police officers. This was getting serious. Officers were even posting off signs for official guilds. She was little scared of who this guy actually is.
She finished putting on her clothes and grabs her keys and whip and headed out. She arrives at the guild and sees Mira and Laxus having a little conversation together. It was attractive. She sees Natsu sitting at the table. “Natsu, how are you feeling?” she asks. He looks at her. “Oh yeah, I’m perfectly fine. Just a bit tired.” He replied. “I see. Well, I had a lot of fun our mission today. I’m hoping we do it again soon.” she smiled.
“Yeah.” Natsu’s face was a little again. H
Ghost Stories Lit. Contest UPDATE: CONTEST CLOSED. Total number of entries: 28! Thank you everyone that entered! Please allow the judges until Friday, November 7th, 2014 to read all the entries and choose the winners!Ghost Stories Lit. Contest by OfOneSoul
It's October 1st.
And OfOneSoul, IrrevocableFate, DreamingAutumn, & DrippingWords
are proud to announce their next Lit. Contest...
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:iconpetpetplz: <--------- THIS is us.
No time to be scared, lovelies! It's time to write.
Although the "Bestest Friend Contest" that IrrevocableFate & DreamingAutumn headed up together has yet to end, we're just TOO<
The Narrative Kind of Lit.Welcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...The Narrative Kind of Lit. by OfOneSoul
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... and in accordance with my well-known disorder, .giflovingmania,
everyone's favorite narrating TV Show character, DEXTER, will be hosting this article's .gifs.
... he's so yummy, but usually covered in blood. Which is cool. Sort of.
a spoken or written account of connected events; a story.
"the hero of his modest narrative"
in the form of or concerned with narration.
"a narrative poem"
So, if you haven't figured it out yet... this is a feature article specializing in the
deviantARTing: CommissionsWelcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...deviantARTing: Commissions by OfOneSoul
Keep on deviantARTing!
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performing an action involving or within the deviantART community.
supporting fellow deviants.
submitting or appreciating art on this glorious website
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The object of my article, keep on deviantARTing, is to explain certain aspects of devianART that sometimes get muddled or some may not fully understand. I have become rather adept at commissioning others and felt that my
Frankenstein MonologueFrankenstein MonologueFrankenstein Monologue by social-shut-in
Chapters 23 and 24
Oh my dearest love, light of all lights. Your dreadful scream still echoes in my mind, my body still in the state of suspension, paused.
Why did I not then expire?
Why am I here to relate the destruction of the best hope and purest creature of Earth?
She was there, lifeless and inanimate, thrown across the bed, her head hanging down, and her pale distorted features half covered by her hair. Everywhere I turn I see the same figure- her bloodless arms and relaxed form flung by the murderer on its bridal bier.
Could I behold this and live? Alas.
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
Oh my dearest love, love of all loves.
All strength had left my legs as she lay there. The deadly languor and coldness of the limbs told me that what I now held in my arms had ceased to be Elizabeth whom I had loved and cherished- the breath had ceased to issue from her lips.
We hunted that fiend, across the country, yet my head whirled and my ow
Drowning Sirens: Chapter OneDrowning Sirens: Chapter One by OfOneSoul
Chapter One: Voyeurism
"How many kids do you have?"
A voice crowed from across a large maroon fence separating all the neighborhood's front yards. Deanna Finnegan accidentally dropped the large box marked "breakable" and cringed at the sound of shattering dinner plates. She clenched her fists nervously and caught the eyes of her disapproving stepmother in her peripheral vision.
"Just pick it up, Deanna." The immediate Mrs. Finnegan ordered, raising her tone at the end of the sentence to intensify her disdain. Deanna scowled and watched curiously as her father crept towards the large fence until he came face to face, so to speak, with a large, gray eye. He knocked on the wood which caused the voyeur to turn away.
Deanna followed her father to the end of the fence and listened as the new neighbors made their introductions. "Hi, my name's Liam Finnegan, and this is my daughter, Deanna." Deanna nodded politely, grateful to be out of her stepmother's line of vision.
Drowning Sirens: PrologueDrowning Sirens: Prologue by OfOneSoul
Prologue: A picture is worth a thousand words...
Just off the Gulf of Mexico Mrs. Waverly was peeling the skin from a boiled shrimp she had bought at the market that morning. The steam had begun to rise in her quaint kitchen and she had raised all of her windows to thin the air. The smells of the sea rushed into her house, mixing with the hydrangeas and lavender she had planted outside.
She inhaled deeply and strolled into the living room, wiping her hands on a damp rag. Mrs. Waverly stopped just in front of the bay window facing the ocean basin. Off in the distance she could see the docks and a few fishing boats barely returning from their day's work. She pressed her fingertips against the glass and smiled warmly as the small heads of her children bobbed across a hill of murky white sand.
Mrs. Waverly waved to them generously as they held up their toy buckets in triumph. The face of her eight year-old son was smug and confident while her four-year old daughter's was f
Note To Self: 12/15/12Note To Self: Its always fun to escape with your father for New Jersey and come home at 6:30 am.Note To Self: 12/15/12 by strawburdeath
Soavist Quote: Internal TimebombAs ourselves, only we have the true power to disable our personal explosives. Sadly only too late do we realise this, so when one (another person) wishes to attempt such a feat- allow them. No, they may not have attained the true means to diffuse you, but neither do you more often than not. Even you alone do all this for temporary measures with shoddy tools- you know not how to utilise; for they are yourself.Soavist Quote: Internal Timebomb by ShadowsOfAVorlon
Someone will too possess these shoddy tools and lack of experience, but just because you cannot does not mean they cannot. It is greatly astonishing to see how observing from differing points of view, frequently gives one an alternate perspective, and so a, perhaps not the, means to do the seemingly unexpectedly impossible.
Will Even Family Forgive?I committed a crime,Will Even Family Forgive? by Starija
one that not only cannot be forgiven
but should not be forgiven.
And how is anything forgiven?
I can try and try,
try as I might until death
but a mistake that's done is unforgettable
and all I'm left with is regret and knowledge
to not make the same mistake again.
But what if I do it again?
Sometimes I get to wondering,
I wonder if my family will take me back
if my daddy understands or if my mom cares
but I wonder most
if my baby brothers and sisters forgive me
because really, the fault is mine and mine alone
for abandoning them
and rendering them disabled forever without cure.
And how do I change now?
I'll try to pay them back in my prison home,
learn to fight and toughen up
so I can try to go back, if they'll take me
and never let my siblings out of my sight again.
So how do I go about it?
It's better to be overprotective,
than to leave them to die the way I once did
and what's more
it's no crime, no crime to protect your loved ones at all.
The Symphony of RainWhere orange rays free fall from the sky,The Symphony of Rain by SereneCyrene
where heaven's time ceases to deny
the desire for a weeping cloud,
hear the sky roar out loud...
As you stretch your hand out for a tear
near the deep vertical atmosphere.
"Can't this sorrowful terrain
spare any room for rain?"
Break to the symphony of rain!
Feel it's darted arrows plunge,
throw your adrenaline into a lunge,
and watch nature start to breathe.
The heart now stands to know
of an indescribable water flow.
Break to the symphony of rain,
the sweet symphony of rain!
Where orange rays free fall from the sky,
is where a fair child questions why
the stars won't create a path
for the clouds to finally pass...
As he stretches his hand out for a tear
near the deep vertical atmosphere.
"Can't this sorrowful terrain
spare any room for rain?"
Back to Chorus x1
And the stillness after a storm
slanders the tension of a beating sun.
Just a shower thirty seconds long
slanders the tension of a beating sun.
Back to Chorus x2
Ba Dundun Ba Dundun Ba Dundun...BaBa Dundun Ba Dundun Ba Dundun... by strawburdeath
I can be
You might just
When you see
What gives me glee
You might take
Take a peek
What do you see
When you look at me
Covered with spiders
Do I give you the shivers?
Why does your lip quiver?
Is the grass not green enough?
Welcome to the other side!
What have you done
To my one
Beautiful it was
Bright as the sun
Dark as the depths of my heart
Deep will you look
My heart you thought you took
But my knife will be taking yours
Try once again
Who I am inside
I DARE YOU!!!
Song of OsettoSong of Osetto by xXsugar0cubeXx
Let the islands join together like they once were!
Back to the times before Ikar won!
Before he tore us from one another!
Praise Osetto for joining us together!
Thank the other Gods for helping us.
Thank the other Goddesses for bringing us fresh water.
Let us enjoy what we have been brought!
Tips on Avoiding Word ConfusionWord confusion. You’re and your. To, two, and too. Their, they’re, and there. Effect and affect. Its and it’s. Then and than. Who’s and whose. Get the point? Good. Now learn the difference between these words.Tips on Avoiding Word Confusion by TheBloodyEpicPumpkin
You’re and your.
You’re is a contraction, meaning that humans, being lazy like we are, decided to make two words into one. You’re and you are mean the same thing. Your is possessive, meaning it shows ownership. Replace you’re with you are, then read the sentence again. If it doesn’t make sense, you’re probably looking for your. (Hey, look, a proper use of you’re.) If you’re owning something like your ego or your grammar, use your. (Look! My tips double as examples.)
To, two, and too.
Two is a number. Are you talking in terms of numbers? Did she have two slices of cake? Did he pick up two hookers? In other words, you can replace two with 2 (only, not really, because you
What is a Mary-Sue?--Character StudyIf you happen to love writing like I do, you tend to hear this term thrown around every once in a while. Mostly about characters created for fanfiction, but it can also apply to literature that stands on its own. Not everyone knows what it means, so I'll do a little clarification.What is a Mary-Sue?--Character Study by geekgirl8
When most people hear the term, they think of a peppy, annoyingly snarky girl with oddly-colored hair and a contrived name who is impossibly hot, possesses an innumerable amount of magical powers, and really can do no wrong and has no weakness. And in some cases, this trope is correct. In reality however, ANY kind of character can be a Mary-Sue. It depends on how the character is portrayed by the author.
Here are some examples. I'm going to use my character Sawyer Stone from one of my stories as a healthy example of a character, and a character I just made up named Anthy Silverbell for the Mary-Sue. She's already off to a bad start due to her having that name of hers, but let's continue.
I'm going to describe
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