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The Snake's NestCrutches for the crippled, band-aids for the wounded. Kisses to soothe the pain.The Snake's Nest by GammaGhosts
As a child, I liked to scratch my skin until it bled. I liked the sight of it; the tiny rivulets of red.
The best part however, would be to pick on the scabs to see what hid underneath.
Even as I learned that the result would be no different, no matter how many times I executed this experiment - I continued to dig my nails in deep. Perhaps out of stubbornness. Perhaps out of conviction.
One day there'd be a great discovery, of that I was sure - still am - I suppose.
Nowadays my skin remains untouched, albeit a bit marred from the experience. For a while I believed that I had outgrown this habit of mine. But I've come to realize that I apply this behavior to most of the things that I happen to come across. Thinking about my line of work and field of research; it makes sense, doesn't it?
I find people to be the most interesting of subjects. I'll scratch them raw, pick them apart. To me, their thou
AdriftI never thought I’d be so lostAdrift by starell
On a street with so many signposts
That all point me in a direction
I’m not sure that I should go
Flood of Hope~ Nothing quite comparesFlood of Hope by SereneCyrene
to the beauty of the rain
that crowns me in hope
and carries me away
into another world
where I feel so free
from this broken land
and haunted jubilees.
In the dreary night,
I can hear them sing
of the trifling rain
that this nature brings
and it makes me mad
knowing that they rebuke
this lovely thing called rain
that serves as my refuge.
Under it's healing touch,
my soul is at eternal ease.
Scars of shame disappear
like black holes in the galaxy.
Since my darkness fell
to the power of the rain,
everything is brighter within
and I've never been the same. ~
What If “If you couldn’t see to sew, what would you do?”What If by starell
“Well, if I couldn’t see, I guess I’d take up pottery.”
“And if you couldn’t use your hands?”
“I would play piano with my toes.”
“But what if you couldn’t hear, what then?”
“If I couldn’t hear, or see, or use my hands then I would build a thousand sand castles with my feet.”
“What if you couldn’t use your feet?”
“Then I would roll my body in paint and fly across an empty canvas.”
“How would you know the colors?”
“I wouldn’t. I would know the textures.”
“But what if you couldn't use any of that? What if you were trapped inside
Gypsy SpellMeGypsy Spell by strawburdeath
I'm not real
Who escapes my sight without my will?
You , are a stranger
Lost in your shadow
What will you do?
you fly away
A fly on a wall
You can't escape
What I bring
Ill bring into your mind
Boy you think your'e gunna win this fight
Don't make a fool outa me
Ill break you myself
Lota’ guts for a mere human
Now lets see you break through my spell
You’re a fool
Fallen in love
Love that can’t be broken as far as I can tell
Just a stranger
Fell under my spell
I fall for yours
I'm not real
Yet you've caught me with my own gypsy spell
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.
Death of a CutterIt broke.Death of a Cutter by LuckySlugger
Inside every man there is something more dear to him than life itself. A man may lose his head, his arm, his eyes, or even his life, but he is still recognizable as a man. But a man must never lose his soul, lest he become no better than the beasts he once hunted. A traitor to his beliefs, crushing that which makes up this inexplicable organ, is doomed to live the remainder of his days hollow, no longer living but merely undying. Men with broken souls are biological clockwork, rusting out their days until they break down into wet cogs and gears.
So cherished, and yet so fragile.
It happened while protecting the corrupt government from another rebellion. There was always good money in protecting bad people, and with such occurences happening every few months, it was easy money, too. I was the greatest of all cutters, the damned mercenaries hired by those totalitarian bastards. Having given myself over to the bloodlust, I tore through enemy lines, only to find myself facing
Twisted"I love you."Twisted by 27Marchen-Weaver
"I love you too."
"Can we be together?"
"Now and forever."
We love each other,
But there is a catch,
My love for you is a
Double- edged sword.
We exchanged the scarlet rose of love.
I watched as vines of thorns sprout out from mine,
And wrapped themselves tightly around your neck.
Slowly, I gently pulled the beautiful petals out of yours.
Ah, just look, is this not perfect?
The sight of you kneeling at my feet.
Tears streaming as your face grows pale.
You've found the monster in me.
I hurt you again and again with my love.
But I'm pierced with my sword too.
Does it hurt?
I'm used to it.
I torture myself with the mixed feeling of pain and guilt.
Ah, just look, isn't it grotesque?
The sight of you curled at my feet.
I'll look away, so take your chance,
To escape this labyrinth of traps.
"Haha. So I'm alone again.
Oh, well, it was fun while it lasted."
"No, I will not leave you alone.
I promised you we would be together."
"But my love will hurt you,
It will kill you, the bot
Ten Little DeviantsTen Little DeviantsTen Little Deviants by usagi-hikari9
Ten little deviants, all online,
One went invisible, and then there were nine.
Nine little deviants, staying up very late,
One missed a deadline, and then there were eight.
Eight little deviants, cosplaying as Britain,
One found a new fandom, and then there were seven.
Seven little deviants, writing about the River Styx,
One got published, and then there were six.
Six little deviants, having trouble with their hard-drive,
One crashed, and then there were five.
Five little deviants, looking for more,
One got himself banned, and then there were four.
Four little deviants, asking for points you see,
One got a Premium Membership, and then there were three.
Three little deviants, all in a chatroom,
One found a new RP, and then there were two.
Two little deviants, went outside to see the sun,
One got bored, and then there was one.
One little deviant, staring at his screen alone,
Closed their laptop, and then there were none.
Song Of WarsSong Of WarsSong Of Wars by usagi-hikari9
Quiet tears on a stained face
A song echoes across the land but goes unheard
By those who the song is sung for.
Those long forgotten or those just gone
This land suffered much under the calm exterior
This land once soaked in the blood of it's people
Those now forgotten and gone
For those the song is sung
Unheard by all except the survivors
The last one is the singer
The last to stay alive from the battle
Battle from many years ago
They fought for freedom and rights
Men and boys dieing in their prime
The guns firing and swords clashing
The swords swung together and in a deadlock
The swords bring the two fighters close
But one must fall as the other goes to the next battle
Swords piercing the soft flesh of the stomach
Man dieing by your arms
He was the only one to see the singer at what they were
He saw the long hair and frightened face of a girl
She tries to get the image out
Blood stained face then instead of tears now
"Why" singer asks "Why"
As she looks in the calm water
Song Of The Battle: Full SeriesSong of The BattleSong Of The Battle: Full Series by usagi-hikari9
Song of The Battle Part One
A raised sword and shield, ready in the ranks
Stay as you are my men, ready at command
Keep in time, watch with care
Don't let them take us by surprise
Over from the hill beyond, this will be their grave
We shall teach our enemies what is to be in war!
You never did falter when we heard their battle cries
You never did flinch when you saw the iron swords
I entrusted you with all our dreams,
Our hopes of what's to come
Even though as your own leader...
I knew we wouldn't survive.
But raise up our flags of war!
We will shall send these bastard to their graves
They will regret when they took away our life
I fought along side you my men
I killed our enemies with as much hatred as yours
I was changed on this field as I killed and fought in this bloodied battle.
Song Of The Battle Part Two Lover's Question
We both joined this battle side by side
I climbed the ranks with you right behind
To you I was a friend, a councilor, a warrior to defend
Rewards for catching the 103,000 pageview kiriban!NOTE: THIS KIRIBAN IS NOW CLOSED! THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR RESPONSES!Rewards for catching the 103,000 pageview kiriban! by British-Prophetess
Right now I've got 102,986 pageviews. That means I'm not that far off reaching the 103,000 mark.
I am going to write a literature piece for free to the first person who posts a screen shot/capture of the 103,000 pageview.
The rules are quite simple. Below are the requirements you must follow:
1. Take a screen shot of the 103,000th pageview. (101,000 AND SLIGHTLY ABOVE!)
2. Post it on your profile page as a deviation.
3. Link that deviation to a comment to this journal. It has to a comment to this particular journal otherwise I might miss it, meaning you won't get your reward.
Ist person who does this gets a drabble of their choice lasting 600 words. Note: If you request a fan-fiction please make sure you choose a fandom I am familiar with!
2nd person who does this gets a drabble of their choice lasting 400 words. Note: If you request a fan-fiction p
Pretty eyed, pirate smileShawna yawned, easily baring her fangs. Today was Halloween, and she was planning on wearing her costume to school. She hated school normally, but this next week would be rather interesting, considering their plans. She shifted, stretching her wings against Brian. Normally she would try to jump in the shower before he woke up, but today was going to be different. She had just finished a book series that had recently come out about a vampire and his love affair with a human. It was called Twilight. She shuddered. If there was one thing she knew it was that vampires did not naturally sparkle. She reasoned she should know, she was one. That fact was betrayed by her wings, fangs, and dependance on blood. She yawned again, tossing her shoulder length purple streaked black hair out of her eyes. Brian still was burrowed under the covers and pillow. Shawn inched her cold toes back under the covers, and against her boyfriend’s warm, sensitive wing. Brian’s yelp and cracking voice brPretty eyed, pirate smile by Wynter-Heart
Sound Forest .:chapter 1:.Sound Forest .:chapter 1:. by LiteratureQueen
It's Friday afternoon and I’m at the last class now. The teacher called out our names one by one to check who was not attending class. "Drake Smith." The neutral and boring voice of the teacher sounded more warm when saying that name. And a hand was raised high into the air. "Here." A cold voice replied. Drake Smith, a guy anyone despises. He's that nerd that overdoes things. Always finished homework, always learns weeks before the test, always dressed tidily. His hair is always combed down and he never seems to be interested in things aside school. He also carries a bag full of books with him. Once a group of guys looked what's inside, and straddled upon a couple dusty books with yellow pages. Drake Smith is crazy. The worst is that on the list with our names, his name is right above mine. It's really unfortunate! "Raven Daisy." The voice was boring again. I make a waving move with my hand. "Yes~" I replied, my voice raised a little. A guy laughs and while I look over my back Dr
Chapter 35 - Meeting Family==========Chapter 35 - Meeting Family by jemgirl
This is a gay story. No ifs, ands or buts about it. Don't like, don't read.
“What's all this?” Luke finally asked as he looked at the table.
“I ordered dinner,” I said before looking down. I couldn't say why I got dinner in front of Emma. “I just thought that it would be nice,” I continued. “I even got duck to go with that black berry current wine that you like,” I explained. “I think we can make three servings out of it,” I said with a smile in Emma's direction.
“Duck,” she said as she took a step closer to the table. “What is it paired with?” she asked displaying the fact that she didn't live in America. Then I remembered how Luke sounded a few days ago. He must have talked with her earlier that day. He had an odd mimicking tick when it came to accents.
“I got some mashed potatoes with caramelized onions,” I told her.
“And you got my favorite cake too,
My New World - Part ThreeMy New World - Part ThreeMy New World - Part Three by usagi-hikari9
A Subduction Zone Tale
That morning, RJ woke me up about an hour after dawn. I was able to find the latrine, and did my business (thankful someone had saved toilet paper). We all ate some more soup heated over the fire and RJ’s wife gave me some bread to take on my trip and refilled my water bottle. Alec’s wife thanked me for the help yesterday and gave me a dishcloth as an extra bandana, since it was thicker and sturdier. I said my farewells and left before the woman woke up, following RJ to the marina where his boat was kept.
When we reached it, there was nothing left after the tsunami and the (ever-present after a natural disaster) robbers. RJ cursed at the loss of his boat but we decided to keep walking downstream in search of a vessel. I kept an eye on the opposite shore, at the highway that I took just a few days ago. As I was thinking about the past, I ran into RJ, who had suddenly stopped in front of me. I looked up at him before
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
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
The Matchlock GunThe Matchlock Gun by MirkwoodElf
INT. HOUSE - SITTING ROOM - NIGHT
A pounding rain can be heard outside.
A MAN, CAPTAIN TEUNIS VAN ALSTYNE, stands near the fireplace and struggles to put on a blue uniform coat of the Guilderland Militia.
A WOMAN, GERTRUDE VAN ALSTYNE, stands by the table, watching him, her face blank.
Tell me again where youre going.
Did Van Aernam say whether there were any French?
Teunis reaches for a musket hanging above the hearth. He turns it around, examines the powder horn, then fills it from a big horn from beside the heart.
I dont know. Indians, anyway. He said the settlers were running down from the north to the Flats. A horseman reached Albany two hours past noon.
First 14 Comments Gets A Tanka Poem!NOTE: THIS GIVEAWAY IS NOW CLOSED! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR RESPONSES!First 14 Comments Gets A Tanka Poem! by British-Prophetess
I'm offering 14 free tanka poems for the first 14 people that comments on this journal entry!
I want to try and improve upon writing tanka poems and this is the best way in my opinion. If you want your tanka to be based on a word prompt, then please do let me know in the comments and I'll see what I can do for you If you don' t know what a tanka is, then here is the definition:
"The typical lyric poem of Japanese literature, composed of five unrhymed metrical units of 5,7,5,7,7 'sound symbols'; tanka in English have generally been in five lines with a total of thirty-one or fewer syllables, often observing a short, long, short, long, long pattern. Tanka usually need no titles, though in Japanese a 'topic' (dai) is often indicated where a title would normally stand in Western poetry. In Japan, the tanka is well over
Chance to win a literature piece!UPDATE 3: The winning number is revealed. Here it is:Chance to win a literature piece! by British-Prophetess
The winner who picked 213 is none other than :iconLadyDefiant: Congratulations!
Thank you to those who have took part in this giveaway as well ^^
UPDATE 2: YOU'VE GOT LESS THAN 40 MINUTES BEFORE THIS CLOSES! IF YOU HAVEN'T COMMENTED YET, THEN HERE IS YOUR CHANCE!
UPDATE 1: TODAY IS THE LAST DAY TO ENTER - YOU HAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT TONIGHT AS THAT IS WHEN THIS GIVEAWAY CLOSES. SO COMMENT NOW OR MISS OUT!!
Since I'm feeling generous, here is what I'm going to do. A special person can win a literature piece from me
The prize is a drabble of your choice lasting 700 words. If you're requesting fan fiction please pick a fandom I am familiar with!
The fandoms that I do write for is as follows:
1. Red vs Blue
2. Greek Mythology
3. Soul Calibur
6. Final Fantasy Advent Children
7. Naruto (Sea
Synthetic Love“Amy-”Synthetic Love by DeadSoulMate
His voicebox cuts out as the lower half of his jaw clatters to the floor. Amy yelps, staring into the gaping maw where his mouth should be before hitting at the switch on his neck. His form droops instantly and she leaps backwards, breaking all contact between them.
Data log 1: 06/05/2218
I am alive. There is no other way to articulate it. I do not breathe. I do not eat. I do not sleep. Yet I possess cognitive processes and sentience. I cannot move and become the agent of my thoughts, but I can think. An internet search for a definition of the word ‘alive’ yields no valid results; the primary definition is ‘living’ which only leads back to ‘alive’.
I do not see. I do not hear. I do not feel. But I am.
Her hands can’t stop shaking. It isn’t just from the alcohol that’s done nothing to dull her senses. Her fingers fumbl
First 32 Comments Gets a Text Stamp/Haiku Poem!NOTE: THIS GIVEAWAY IS NOW CLOSED! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR RESPONSES!First 32 Comments Gets a Text Stamp/Haiku Poem! by British-Prophetess
Since yesterday marked my three years anniversary of my being a member of DA I'll be doing two more request giveaways for today and tomorrow! This is the second request journal in the series
I'm offering 32 free haiku poems as well as a free text stamp request for the first 32 people that comments on this journal entry!
I want to try and improve upon writing haiku poems and this is the best way in my opinion. If you want your haiku to be based on a word prompt, then please do let me know in the comments and I'll see what I can do for you If you don' t know what a haiku is, then here is the definition:
"Haiku is an unrhymed, syllabic form adapted from the Japanese: three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables. Because it is so brief, a haiku is necessarily imagistic, concrete and pithy, juxtaposing two images in a very few words to create a single crys
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
Contest time once againHello you fantastic writers.
Well we have our contest.
The category is memories.
Your themes are one of the following:
-The betrayer returns
-Forgiveness would be a lie
-“This bench was once ours”
-2000 word limit (+/-10%)
-Submissions go in the "Current Competitions folder"
-An original story (can already exist)
-Must be submitted by the 20/05/2013
-You can submit up to 2 entries
And MOST important rule of all; any questions or problems then note the group. We're always happy to help
1st place will receive 100 points and a poem by Lucain24
2nd place will gain 80 points
3rd place will earn 60 points
And 4th place will be given 40 points
1st Place- The piece will earn its place into our esteemed featured folder
2nd and 3rd Place- The pieces will earn their places in our new “Honourable Mentions” folder.
1st, 2nd and 3rd winners will all be f
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