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a single falling starso can we please stay sad like thisa single falling star by KK52
for just a little longer
I've never felt another thing
without a side of somber
but from these tears I feel a spark
a lying creative desire
so stay with me into the stars
until I start to tire
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2 llama's from Starija
What to make
(at least one, max. 5)
1st one, little girl
This girl is a bit lonely. She talks with invisible creatures(or the wind).
While you don't know it, she's from inside very different, a
The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,The Desert Rose by TheAmericanRealist
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.
Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?
I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.
I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...
A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
Or has the game already been won
By the Desert Rose?
My ReinforcementsI'm Going To Be Honest.My Reinforcements by TheOneFallenAngel
I Realized Who I Was.
And I Hated Every Second,
Of Acting Like It...
Like A Jerk,
Like A Monster,
Nobody Wanted To See.
Have You Ever Seen,
An "Adorable And Sweet Boy,"
Turn All Insane,
And Attempt To Block You Out?
Didn't Think So.
And You Know What Else Happened?
I Gave Up.
I Let That Monster,
Take Me Down,
And Get Rid Of What Remained,
Of My Light.
And I Sat There.
Until I Watched From The Depths,
Watched From "The Other Me's" Eyes.
I Saw My Friends Fight,
Fight For Me.
They Were Acting Like Soldiers On The Front Line,
Just To Get Me Back.
And The Other Me,
The Bad Guy...
Until I Got Up,
And Screamed It To Him.
Then He Started To Cry.
Realizing What He was.
What Were We.
I Put Up My White Flag,
Promising I Would Stop,
Being The Real Me.
And That Day...
The War Ended.
I Had Chosen,
To Be Someone I'm Not,
To Protect Them.
I'm a PoetI'm a poet.I'm a Poet by Oilux
And because I'm a poet,
I have the pride of a poet,
and the background of an artist.
Yes as a poet.
I am overlooked in the group
for the work that is drawn,
and the art that is colored by the painters
I am a writer
and though my words hold power
they are seen as nothing more than words
and never get brought to their original intent
I am a writer
whose every move is watched
whose art is critiqued harsher than others
who's still unknown as an artist
I am an author,
who wears my heart on my sleeve
who leaves everything bare to judgment
who never asks for more than is due
I am an artist,
but I don't always get treated as such
College Yes, it's 2AMCollege by AMisfitsDayDream
And yes, my head is bad again
And of course, I'm thinking in blacks and blues
About why I'm here, missing you
Why did you have to go away
And leave me alone and not okay
With all the booze and fear
I wonder if I am even here, oh dear
I scream in silent gestures;
too afraid to move, too afraid to walk
Without you, my laughter has gone
Without you, my intelligence isn't recognized
Without you, my days are dull and worthless
So, yes, it is 2AM
and I am still awake again
And of course I'm thinking of a different night
One where I wasn't too weak to fight
And I wonder if I'll ever really connect with another being again.
StrangerThe ebb of eveningStranger by jade-pandora
wrapped in its midnight
was a friend,
even in my crib,
but a night light
near the floor, cast forth
across to the door,
cracked open, hiding
the stranger I never saw,
but heard its
for it's the little ones
who cannot name it,
but their minds fit
between the ribs
where I sat, crouched
looking out, watching
and waiting . . . knowing.
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
SongbirdShe was blind, but could seeSongbird by jade-pandora
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
Become my pastWhat am I to thinkBecome my past by RenegadeRena
When you don't show
What am I to say
When you don't know
What am I to do
When the die is cast
What am I to feel
When you become my past
AbandonedThe stuff of stars never settles;Abandoned by jade-pandora
coming together, then pulling asunder
to drift, to join the ever-quickening race
towards obscurity while being observed.
I walk through cavernous concrete
pathways between skyscrapers,
standing abreast against their self-made
micro-climate, trying to confuse the wind
in my own obscurity, passing
through me like a mental sieve
made of atoms that out-number the
dark matter of abandoned eons.
Drinking OilI hail from a Jordanian-Palestinian domain,Drinking Oil by Emerald-Alexandria
A home in southwest Detroit,
That always smelled of curry and bay leaves,
That grew its own tomatoes and blueberries
Sun-ripened with my youth,
Picked eagerly in the July breeze.
The Quran that weighed down my hands has shrunk in recent years,
Behind a playlist of punk rock and the scent of black nail polish.
Teenage rebellion drowned out the call to prayer
And cold sensibility rejected a hijab.
Tiptoeing the tightrope in my wardrobe;
To bear my cleavage is to betray my family
To bury my skin is to betray myself.
And I know the greetings, but I lost the accent;
Arab letters feel alien on my tongue,
They stay caught in my throat
Like every syllable is sipping olive oil.
When did a henna tattoo start to feel like cultural appropriation?
Why do I feel like I've been juggling faces when my Arab mask has been collecting dust for four years?
I’m craving shawarma, but my curls feel like a ruse.
I miss my sisters, all with the middle name
The East has FallenThe dawn of a new day stretched itself over the skies of western Poland, unveiling thousands of fixed wing and rotatory wing transports soaring at a staggering altitude. Private Fuller, geared up and hooked inside the blaring C-17, closed his eyes and braced as high impact shells began exploding just outside the plane.The East has Fallen by thwackcrackers
His legs trembled, his teeth cringed, and his hands shook nervously around his rifle. He knew the other soldiers were caked in the jitters of fear just as he was. This operation, after all, was strung to determine the fate of the world. If they couldn't liberate Szczecin, then Western Europe would be vulnerable to the extraterrestrial hordes that laid waste to all the countries east of the Czech Republic.
Fuller hissed as the deafening booms of shells and soft pinging of projectiles hammered against the plane's exterior, rocketing the cargo compartment violently. Officers began walking up and down the alley of paratroopers, barking orders and a momentary briefing of what
The Last DragonOn that winter's morning, the frost was biting and numbing on my hands and feet. I continued to trek on without protest, along with my father who'm I had been hunting with that day. We journeyed out of our secluded pasture to venture into the wild in order to hunt our quarry, and maybe even learn a few interesting facts about life in the process.The Last Dragon by thwackcrackers
One rule of life, for certain, was to expect the unexpected. We expected the frequent passing of deer, or the hibernating growls of slumbering bear. What we didn't expect was to stare into the face of a creature of legend and myth. It slowly slid its muzzle out of the frozen ravine, and studied us with eyes of flawless ivory. My father and I halted and he kept his finger steady on his rifle's trigger.
The quizzical glare coming from the creature wasn't a facade for malicious intent, rather for genuine curiosity and interest. With one heaving step after another, the creature, this dragon, slowly approached us. My father bravely shielded himself
Why Are You Still With Him?In the dead hours of the early morning, Joseph sat impatiently on his sofa, frequently checking his watch to count the passing seconds. Clear irritation and anxiety frowned on his face. His foot pounded viciously against the hardwood floor. Then, the soft clicks of tumblers reached his ears and the front door slowly creaked open.Why Are You Still With Him? by thwackcrackers
A girl fumbled inside, clearly striving to muffle her own movements as she closed the door behind her with a soft thud and tiptoed her way towards the stairs. Joseph switched on the lamp next to him, eliciting a startled yelp from the girl.
"Do you have any clue what time it is?" Joseph nearly bellowed at her, digging his own fingers into his arms to sustain his rousing anger.
The girl whimpered at the force of her father's bludgeoning inquiry. Her hand masked the left side of her face, and her right leg pivoted in a way so that it just barely hid in the shadows behind her.
"It's late, I know." She said, just barely sealing away the gates of her own panic.
The Night That Needed RainI laid on my bed in warm night air, too hot to sleep.The Night That Needed Rain by jemgirl
I opened the window hoping for some breeze to cool me down.
Enough blew in to let me know that such things did exist.
Then I smelt it.
Wet hot concrete.
When the rain reached my house, heavy pings came from my roof.
The wind picked up and seemed to invade my room as it looked for shelter from the falling water.
I turned over and sighed.
Within moments I was asleep.
I looked down at the ink as it soaked into the paper on my desk. It wasn't bad, but I knew it could be better.
“But it's correct,” Facts said from her window seat as she looked out at the rain falling.
“Of course it's right, but it sounds a little empty,” I protested.
“It could use a bit more colour,” Art said from behind her easel and canvas. I saw her stained and vibrantly coloured apron as it shifted about with each new stroke she made. “Talk about how dark the room was. That it was so black that
Wall of Shadow: Part 1Wall of Shadow: Part 1 by thwackcrackers
Shien's head swam as she recalled the final moments she had with Shadow. Those memories poked and prodded at her subconscious like an abusive cow herder. The Spire was quiet of life. All had retired to their respected quarters; dragon, human, elf, and kin-ar alike. She stood, frozen in dismay in the middle of the dormitory's communion room. The soft cracks and pops of the lit hearth nearly drowned out her own labored breathing.
"Dammit, Shadow, why do you insist on fighting this war alone?!"
The assassin offered his reprisal in the form of deafening silence, an all-too-common response from the garbed man. Shien's balled fists slowly began to blanch with a sickening white. She quickly bridged the gab between herself and Shadow, her words slipping free in a violent growl.
"We all grieve over Auraa's death, but venturing out to wage a one-man-war against the Felcry is not the answer! If you go then the Planar will order me to hunt you down, and return you here wit
Paranormal investigator ch 2 "And here are your the keys to your dorm, the map of the campus, the student handbook, and your schedule. Don't lose that key because you'll need it all year and we don't change the rooms you are placed in. Class starts at 8:10 in the morning. Don't be late"Paranormal investigator ch 2 by Veni-Vidi-Vici-01
"Yes sir" we say in unison as we take up the items and make our way to the dormitory. As we we're walking we noticed a few looks our way but overall it seems like they don't care and returned to their conversations.
'Well at least we know now that are looks are fine' I thought to myself as Alexa leans closer to me.
"Do you see anything strange yet?" she asks softly so only I can hear. I shake my head.
"No, not yet at least." I say as we walk into the building and I turn to the right as Alexa stops.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you talking about? I'm heading to our room"
Paranormal investigator ch 1I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror, messing with my now short dirty blond hair.Paranormal investigator ch 1 by Veni-Vidi-Vici-01
"I wonder what mission could be so important that I had to cut my hair as short as this." I said softly to myself as I turned on my heel and walked out of the bathroom toward the main office. Roy was sitting on the edge of his desk looking over some papers in a file before looking up to me with a small smile.
"Hello Andrea, love the hair"
"Cut the crap and just tell me what I'm suppose to do." I said just wanting to get this job done and over with.
"Well here's your file with all the information you'll need to memorize for the job. It also contains identification papers and cards, and you are already registered."
"Okay, but registered for what? You still haven't exactly explained to me what I'm doing" I said growing a little impatient as I flipped through the file coming across my student i.d.,
Orenmir: Chapter 1Orenmir: Chapter 1 by thwackcrackers
Grayson hurriedly squeezed through the narrow throng of gleeful townsfolk flooding their way out of the Archbell District. The involved labyrinth of streets slanted smoothly westward, tearing through a clustered thoroughfare of businesses and taverns, and feeding directly into the city's Port District. An assembly of banner-strewn naval ships proudly gathered in the harbor, returning home after a victorious and sanguinary crusade against the united city-states of Foloras across the Dark Expanse far to the west.
The unceasing quarrel which bloodied the waters of the Dark Expanse for five onerous years was hailed victorious and was ultimately brought to a hard-fought resolution. Even now, across the glistening ocean, the Folorasians mourned over their casualties and doused themselves in the reeking failure of pitting their laughably piteous navy with the mighty ships of the City of Oaths. With a dexterous slink, Grayson dissolved himself away from the roaring crowd, nestling attent
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
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
(StevexReader) Closed Space, Open HeartsSome references from Age of Ultron. Not plot related though so...spoilers (?) also swearing(StevexReader) Closed Space, Open Hearts by RenegadeRena
"Hold it open, [F/n]!" Steve called out, rushing toward the elevator.
[F/n] placed her foot in between the doors, slightly ajar. The doors slid open upon touching her foot. Steve hastened inside, a smile forged on this face. [F/n] smiled back.
"What floor are you going to?" [F/n] asked.
"Oh uh, just heading to the venue floor." Steve lied. He only wanted to get on the elevator to talk with [F/n]. She always seemed to have somewhere to go. She's a SHIELD agent and a friend of Steve's, and somewhere along the lines he developed feelings for her. Feelings that only continued to grow. Feelings that could not be quelled.
"Mind if I go first? My floor is higher than yours."
"Not at all. Be my guest."
[F/n] pressed her desired floor button. The elevator descended several floors. Then, oddly and unexpectedly, an abrupt stop. [F/n] felt confused. Steve was more so. The elevators
TRON H3RO 6 TeaserTadashi paralyzed in fear, thinking that the laser would slice him like Wasabi's. But he was still in one piece. The laser teleported him to a cybernetic-dimension-place. Civilization flaunted its extraordinary esthetic. Black bleeds into ribbons of light. He remembered seeing this place from somewhere. A digital frontier. The perfect system. I'm on the Grid.TRON H3RO 6 Teaser by RenegadeRena
Hiro, like most people, did not like waiting. He especially did not like waiting for his older brother.
'I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one Tadashi,' He silently mocked. 'What kind of an example are you setting for your little brother?'
Hiro's mental rambling was cut short when his phone whirred in his pocket.
"Tadashi? Where are you?"
"You're not gonna believe this, but I'm inside a computer."
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
Kind of Lit.
If you support this article or were featured in it, feel free to advertise ClefairyKid's awesome stamp!
... 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!
... and for the Hell of it, Thorgeous and Sexki will be hosting this article's .gifs.
performing an action involving or within the deviantART community.
supporting fellow deviants.
submitting or appreciating art on this glorious website
reading delicious articles written by deviants with too much time on their hands.
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
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
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.
FeralHe told of how he'd found her whenFeral by jade-pandora
a comet streaked by overhead.
While later, people asked where she had gone.
Listing distantly, replied,
with heaven drifting from his eyes:
She's with me now, a patch of blue,
trusting where she takes me to
from a world not meant for us.
I'm by her side, and on the run.
We stop and rest when evening comes
to love her 'neath the stars
when day is done; my feral one.
And when the comet comes, she'll leave
that day, and here I'll lay
where I'll love her 'neath the stars
when day is done; my feral one.
EternalThis is how you loved me. . .Eternal by jade-pandora
seeing you in profile,
a crescent moon
with hills and valleys
of your landscape,
eternal night, and the sight,
tableau of eruptions
that covered me,
the whisperings of silence
from silhouetted ice trails. . .
but I can't say how,
one day, you did
never seeing the dark side,
and plunder from the Ort cloud;
changed beyond mem'ry,
this is the way you left me. . .
but I can't say how,
one day, you did
seeing you in profile,
a crescent moon
with hills and valleys
of your landscape,
this is how you loved me.
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
Priorities in a StoryI have noticed certain priorities that beginners have when they tell stories, vs. priorities that professional authors seem to have when they tell theirs.Priorities in a Story by MakingFunOfStuff
It's interesting that beginners tend to focus on certain things that more experienced authors seem to grow out of, and it makes me wonder why.
I've decided to make a list about some of these things. Not for the sake of putting them down, so much as because it is interesting to me, and probably worth considering.
I think we need to think about WHY we write certain things, and our attitude behind it. This is what makes certain topics either immature or mature.
However the line is often blurred.
"Mature" means anything sexual, violent or crass. There is no attention to how these things are handled, leaving us with a great amount of "mature" content that is the exact opposite of mature. Likewise, some very clever and ingenious books are marketed for "children," because they have none of these things, when in fact they are far more sophis
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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