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I'm sorryWhen you tore my heart outI'm sorry by unusedEmotion
And threw it to the ground
That laughed at me
I reached out
To touch you
And you shattered
I know why too
It's because you were
And you thought that
If you accepted
Then everything would crash
But as it turns out
You were wrong
Because when I reached out
And you rejected me
All on your own
I pick up
Now I'll have to
Buy a new mirror
PoetryI don't own a book of poetryPoetry by starell
Although I write it all the time
I tend to think one crazy artist
Is quite enough in my mind
The BorderHave you found the edge of the world yet?The Border by starell
They say it's just a myth,
But I go there all the time
To sit and think, and stare into space,
And wonder at my relevance.
Have you found the edge of the world yet?
It's really not far off.
Go left on Main and down towards Broadway;
I'm sure you'll spot it right away.
Don't worry 'cause I'll wait for you.
Have you found the edge of the world yet?
It's where you and I collide.
And I know you haven't been there yet,
But I'll be waiting for you
Like you're waiting for me.
Whoever You AreDear Stranger,Whoever You Are by eloquensartifex
You are loved.
I know that at times it can be hard to understand or accept that fact, but it is true. That laugh you feel is too loud is all that gets someone through the day. That extensive rock collection you have spent years developing and labeling will make someone squeal with delight. I'm not even just talking about romantic love. I'm talking about not being invisible. I'm talking about being worth a damn even though you are only one of billions. The overwhelming numbers that crush you under the weight of your seeming insignificance distract you from complex and sometimes entirely missed interactions and connections in your life. If you feel you are alone, if you feel like you have done nothing with your life, I assure you that you're wrong. You have touched someone, somewhere. You have influenced countless lives. When you apologized to a stranger on the street when you bumped into him, you reminded him that there is still such a thing as courtesy in this world. Yo
Creator ConsumerThere seems to beCreator Consumer by starell
the artist and the buyer
paint splattered jeans
the high fashion
that they somehow
This is how
though the desire
ChaptersOfLife: CHAPTER TWOCHAPTER TWO:ChaptersOfLife: CHAPTER TWO by MamaGizzy
THE FINE LINE BETWEEN VACATION
Inside my skull throbbed an unbearable pulsing that made me feel I was going to have a massive aneurism at any moment. With my legs curled into my chest and my favorite blanket cuddled around me, I weakly opened a water bottle Darryl had bought for me. I actually really hate water, but the gesture was nice. I didn't complain only because I never see him doing nice things for people which made me feel somewhat special; until I had the thought that he's only trying to make me better so he could get rid of me faster because he probably thinks I'm an easy, alcohol-loving girl. Why do I always think so horribly of myself?
Brushing it off, I raise up my head slightly to see him standing right under my window looking at me. I don't know why, but his eyes seemed to be saying I'll be seeing you soon and the smile he flashed confirmed it. Unless if I was imagining things, like
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
Death at HandDrowning inDeath at Hand by Lady-Paladin-Skye
An abyssal void
All their lies
Where is the angel?
Deliver me from
This grueling fate
When They ComeWhen They ComeWhen They Come by thwackcrackers
Those men on horses and dragons
Those men of vile hearts
Those legions of darkness
When They Come
Their armies will march
Their numbers will swell
Their horns will blaze
When They Come
They will pillage and burn
They will enslave and rape
They will murder and conquer
When They Come
We will fight
We will defend
We will die
Standing stonesStanding stones by jade-pandora
the ghosts of stone trees,
and Gaelic calligraphy
like the witches of Hamlet
with robes concealing their forms,
their wind-blown altar
with shadows stretching,
barren and lichen-strewn
A Joint SoulA Joint SoulA Joint Soul by TerramArmsXIII
Dance with me to Oblivion
As our hearts Resonate to the sound of the beat
Of our joint hearts, steel, and minds
We will fight the odds of the world
Bound not by love, but by Duty
I have your Back, you have Mine.
Now let's show this cursed existence
Just Who the fuck their antagonizing.
Fists held up high, chest puffed up, pride swimming thorough our veins.
We are one Soul, one Mind, A Destined Union.
Now partner, let's go challenge fate!
The Dragon SlayerThe Dragon Slayer by thwackcrackers
“King Pharlas is the greatest scourge of our age. His insidious acts and tenacious wartime tactics have more than earned him the seat of his people three times over. He hungers for greater conquests and has set his sights upon Amas. Dimahth’s voice sings in his head, corrupting his mind and subduing his soul to do his bidding. Gods be with all the brave of Amas, for this is not a man that will be defeated so easily.” – Ryn’ver’ayf describing the Ghovian King
The dragonelle foolishly believed herself safe, secluded and protected from the harshness of the Ghovian wasteland. She ignorantly rested in the abandoned mines of the once great Elven Dominion, hoping that the shroud of darkness would shield her activities from the prying eyes of those who would wish her ill will. Now, her blood was staining the ancient tunnels in glistening waves, pouring freely from the open gates of her rended flesh.
About her, four Ghovians mercilessly laid
R.H.Y.T.H.M. Story TrialJ-Pop and K-Pop’s First Mission, and Meeting Country at the MansionR.H.Y.T.H.M. Story Trial by usagi-hikari9
“Su-Jin? Eonni! Where are you?” Usagi Hikari ran through the halls of the mansion she was in, calling out for her “eonni”. “Come on Su-Jin, I know you are here!”
She just rounded a corner when she ran into a wall (or something similar to a wall), making her headset fall over her eyes as she was knocked back to the ground.
“Ya shouldn’t be running around like that, little lady.”
Usagi pushed her headset back on her head and looked up. A slight giant of a man was looking down at her, holding out a hand to help her up. As she grabbed the hand in front of her, she was literally hauled up off her feet before she was set down gently again.
“I’m sorry, I was looking for my sister. I wanted to ask her if I could go outside and explore a bit!” Usagi bowed down slightly.
“Sister? And ya got to ask ‘The Blues’ for permission to leave.&
The Interstellar Regency: Operation BoomstickWhat a cruel thing war is, to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors. I remember pondering deeply into that message as the otherworldly tunnel of hyperspace exploded into a dazzling array of shimmering blue flakes. I steadied my Anshar fighter, easing off the throttle, and joined my squadron who formed alongside thousands of others willing to give it their all. I could still remember the exhilarating fear coursing through my veins, that indescribable pleasure dangling along the thin line of focus and insanity.The Interstellar Regency: Operation Boomstick by thwackcrackers
Had it been four months ago, I would have been grilling a barbecue and guzzling beer with my naval buddies, getting piss drunk on the sweet taste of blissful ignorance. Now here I was, spearheading my way into an alien blockade with the entire Regency's Third Battle Fleet at my back. Tensions between us and the Split Tongues were peacefully dormant for many years. The other races had no quarrel with human expansionism, and the lizard people seemed like the
To Hug a DragonJacky and Chris solemnly pushed their way deeper into the eerie vault. The labyrinth of hallways and crevices were littered with the dead of their slain foes: goblin, troll, and bandit alike rent the air with the rotting stench of their decaying bodies. Only the glistening sweat dripping from their brows, and the gleaming shimmer of their swords lit the path to the set of ornate double doors that marked their final destination.To Hug a Dragon by thwackcrackers
Chris, panting profusely, rested himself tiredly against the door, letting his sword rest limply at his side. "Gods dammit, whatever is inside this vault must be pretty damn important for an army to be guarding it."
Jacky stopped not six feet from her companion, nursing a fresh wound which painfully bruised her arm. "It must be pretty important to elicit our attention." Her eyes gleamed as if enthralled in a euphoric trance. "Treasure beyond imagining. Even with splitting the profits we'll be able to buy a country, each."
"Was it worth it?" Chris asked, a rhetor
Adobe Slabs Segment 7Adobe Slabs Segment 7 by Chococcino
Five times. Ema’s cell phone rang five times in the span of a single diaper change. The name on the screen bounced at her as if it was happy to annoy her once more with its incessant noise-making. She set the clean happy toddler down on the floor and tucked the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she disposed of the evidence.
She couldn’t even get a word in before her brother spouted out a string of words in a panic, followed by “Ema, you need to come over here. I’ve tried everything.”
"I already told you, I can't. I'm baby-sitting right now too." She had never heard him sound so distressed in her life. Then again, the last time she heard him any sort of upset he was about three feet tall and his voice was about ten octaves higher. “Is that her I hear?”
"No, it's the latest screamo band. Yes, it's her. It's
Adobe Slabs Segment 1Adobe Slabs Segment 1 by Chococcino
There was the sound of an explosion. Followed by another. And another, until there were so many in succession that any other sound would be hard-pressed to be heard.
It was a good thing, then, that M’s phone was set to vibrate, and currently in his back pocket. He put it to his ear and answered without even looking to see who the caller was. He continued to focus on the onscreen destruction he had been in the midst of causing. “This is M,” he answered, with a slightly disconnected voice.
“Hey, uh, M. This is Billy.”
M hit the pause button and set the controller down. Who?
“I don’t, like, know if you remember me, man, you probably don’t. But like… I was wondering if you could help me out? See, I’ve got this, um...well, I mean, it’s pretty much... uhh. So I can’t live at home right now, not after I promised my mom I’d move out and try to make something of my life. I’ve
Chapter 44 - The Year Starts again==========Chapter 44 - The Year Starts again by jemgirl
This is a gay story. No ifs, ands or buts about it. Don't like, don't read.
“Ahh,” I moaned as I wondered why my phone was ringing. I automatically reached over to my side table, but I was puzzled as to why I couldn't feel it there. As I leaned over my side of the bed, to see if I had some how dropped it, I heard the ringing a bit more clearly but still somewhat muffled. I looked down through tired eye lids I saw the pocket of my jeans glowing slightly as my phone continued to ring. I had to pull myself free of Al's grip and warm body to reach down to the floor to get the ringing annoyance.
“Yes,” I asked with my eyes closed again. I hadn't checked who it was, but if it was someone who could have called at a more decent time I would let them have it. What time was it anyway? I asked myself before the other person answered.
“David?” Candice said into my ear. “Are you asleep?” she asked
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
Suzaku x Royal!Reader - One Magical NightSuzaku x Royal!Reader - One Magical Night by Lady-Paladin-Skye
"An invitation? To a Britannian prom?" [First] said surprised.
She skimmed the invitation. "Ashford Academy? I don't even go there why would—"
There was a note at the bottom. She read it silently, meticulously. '[First]-dono, hello! It's been too long. I was thinking that we should go to prom together as dates. It would be the perfect opportunity to reconnect and it could be fun. If you don't want to, that's fine. I won't be hurt. But there is no one I'd rather go with than you. Yours truly, Suzaku Kururugi.'
[First] wrote a response with a fountain pen. 'Suzaku, I would love to be your prom date. For one as genuine as yourself, it would be an honor. Indeed, it has been long since we have last seen one another. I know your knightly duties to Britannia and your academics are the contributing factors. Nonetheless, I will be your date. Thank you for inviting me and see you there, my good sir.
Chapter I: The Light Of The NecklaceDreams, visions, prophecies…nightmares. A living soul has a calm dream, only with the vision of his eyes looks a strange place. The scene are on a sunny day with a green field, suddenly appears a strong flash, the soul rise his hand to cover the eyes from the light. Then, the light take the form on the shape of a woman, but not like one he never saw before. The light has horns in form of a slightly resting S, a short and gentle tail, and small and shaped hoofs. The soul feel her presence…so warm, so peaceful and beautiful. Is like she knows him from ever, but the soul doesn't know her.Chapter I: The Light Of The Necklace by Blueredor
"Please", said the light with sadness, "help me, before is too late".
The soul try to answer her, but it can´t talk. Suddenly sounds a strong roar, a roar that no one can't recognize it so easily…
"(A lion roar?)", the soul doubts.
Yes, a lion roars once again. A white lion with wings like a chimera appears from up and on a second the animal transforms on a potent beam of li
TadashixSick!Reader - So Called CompanyAlso featuring Baymax. Minor mature situation, not a lemon. Younger readers- nothing to see here. Older readers- proceed as normal. Contains fluff. Being forced to stay in. Dreadful. Feeling under the weather. Tormenting.TadashixSick!Reader - So Called Company by Lady-Paladin-Skye
You were staying at the Hamada residence since your parents were working. The lady of the house, Cass, made arrangements for you to stay. She insisted for you not to hesitate to ask if you needed anything. You didn't want to take advantage of her hospitality or be frivolously needy, so you just nodded like a good girl. In her nephews' shared room is where you stayed. You'd been in there before. With Tadashi. . .
A low rumbling came from your stomach, demanding nourishment. Pulling out your phone you coughed. Tears escaped your tear ducts. It sucked being as sick as you were. You had two unread texts which you opened.
Get well soon (name). Take care soldier. -Gogo
OMG (name) we miss you so much! Hope you feel better. P.S. Tadashi misse
Rin Okumura x Reader - Bittersweet GoodbyeArt by the talented :iconrumi-kuu:Rin Okumura x Reader - Bittersweet Goodbye by Lady-Paladin-Skye
He was reluctant to let go of her.
The only woman he ever loved.
And who loved him in return.
But as fate would have it, the two would not be meant to be.
It was a beautiful summer morning. The inchoate sun stretching out into the sky; a glittering jewel of fantastic light. It dawned ever so majestically over Asiyah.
And then there was something not so majestic. Or rather someone.
The half-demonling sprawled in his sleep, snoring loudly. Light beams emanating from the sun graced his closed eyelids. He groaned and shielded his tiresome eyes with a pillow.
"Rise and shine Rin," his bright and early roommate said.
Rin grunted unwillingly. But his roommate wasn't keen on letting him sleep. As class rep, he condoned that behavior. He pulled out an air horn and blew it in Rin's ear. Rin's eyes snapped open and he woke with a start.
"What the hell Yukio?! You could
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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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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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
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.
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
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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