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Moon-spun mothsPerched in your throat,
it is like a prayer;
against your palms,
soft as a secret
in the womb.
How weightless we are
under the tender moon
in this enchanted twilight.
2nd Annual Ornament Contest!Before we get to the details or our next contest, here are the winners of the "Lil Baby Unicorn" contest:
First Place Winner chosen by ^Brookette
- Feature by the group (in this journal)
- cake badge and feature from ^Brookette
- skein of yarn from *the-carolyn-michelle
Random Winner chosen by random.org
- Feature by the group (in this journal)
Our next Contest is "Ornaments."
Any kind of amigurumi hanging ornament is this contest is about! You can make up your own or follow a pattern.
Remember if you use a pattern to link it your description!
You can make any amigurumi-type thing you like, as long as it fits the ornament theme.
Memories of MadnessI worry, but don’t we all? Every time I walk past a clock or hear my own heart beating, it brings me back to that agonizing day. My whole life has changed since that dreadful day. I guess fate just decided to mess with me, but truly is it me that is truly here? So here I go reminiscing through my past. Dragging through the madness, I’ll discover the truth at last.
Maggie had been my best friend since we were young. I can’t remember when she wasn’t there for me. We used to run through the wheat fields together. “Charlie, look at the rainbow!” Maggie exclaimed. That was the day we saw a deer for the first time. The memories of those days still burn and I get a bitter taste in my mouth.
“Mom, can Maggie and I go to the park?” I ask.
“Sure honey. As long as you brush your teeth first.” she’d answer.
Maggie and I loved to play on the swings.
When we returned from the park, I saw my father staggering up to the door. Maggie sto
College In HellShe was tweaked out of her mind on adderall. The paper she was writing was supposed to be ten pages long, relating Christianity to ancient art and architecture. The artwork she was writing about was vivid, Gothic scenes from 14th and 15th century cathedrals. There were scenes of the rapture, blood, death, and the reckoning of those who have sinned, those who have fallen short. She felt like she was one of the figures in the art, having all of her limbs ripped off, and brains ripped out through her nostrils. She was stressed.
College had always been this way for her. She had always been intelligent; teachers all said she had natural talent. No one knew how much work and time she put into her assignments; she made it all look so easy. She was always professional, poised, and ready to do whatever her teachers asked of her. She was dedicated to her education, to her life as a student, and to trying to make her parents proud. What
The Mistake of ParadiseChapter 1
Howard Baldwin paced in his luxurious office: the walls were made from a rich brown wood, the carpet was a dark blue color, and to top it all off was an oak desk from Old Earth. Howard though, wasn’t appreciating the luxury of his office or the slaves that stood at attention waiting for his orders. He was very concerned for his son. The previous tutors he had hired hadn't managed to keep the boys attention for longer than a day before he was getting in trouble again. In fact, the last tutor quit in a very loud and obnoxious manner; she had barged into this office, thrown her resignation papers on his desk, yelled something about the wildness of his son, and stomped out of the room.
Howard stopped pacing for a few second while he thought. If only they couldn’t leave, he snapped his fingers, Why can’t they? If I’m able to find a good slave that I can keep here and it could teach the boy. Though, it would have to be very intelligent and proba
The Worms and the BirdsTHE WORMS AND THE BIRDS
I've always thought of myself as a worm, and all the other people as birds. I, so low to the ground, while they fly high up into the sky and taunt me with beautiful songs that I can never imitate. I hate it so much.
But the worse thing is, I don't even fit in with the other worms. Because I'm more of a bookworm than an earthworm. I've always got a book shoved in my face, gobbling up the words inside. You see, I have quite the history with books.
When I was a baby, I flipped through books quite often, even though I didn't yet understand what they said. My dad would read them to me every night, and I would listen to classical music while I mimicked his flipping through the pages. Later, as a toddler, I earned the nickname 'Bug' by attempting to eat a cicada. I don't remember much of my early childhood. I have a HORRIBLE memory.
Books were my only friends, in elementary school. I'd take books from the school library home, then lose them somewhere along the way, and
'Did I get what I deserved? Is this the ending of my life?' I thought slowly, mind groggily responding to the rest of me. 'What do I mean...?' I worried, thinking the thought over. 'What did I do to deserve this..?' I curl and uncurl the cold tips of my fingers, shivering when they touch the warm of my palm. 'I haven't done anything wrong... Have I...?' Steadying myself on the metal bars of the hospital cot, I exhale gently and put my cold fingers over my eyes. This room was a little bit too bright for my liking, despite the blizzard going on outside the window.
Warming a little, I still could smell the brass of my trumpet lingering on my fingertips, beneath the smell of cotton gloves. I inhaled it, and held it in my lungs only a moment before I had to cough it up again. 'Short of breath,' I thought, opening my eyes to the p
Commission Giveaway (OPEN)Hello everybody!
Christmas is coming and I decided to do another Giveaway!
This time is just for my dear watchers.
I will chose 3 lucky winners!
You can chose what you would like to commission (only One prize)
♥+Fav this journal
♥Write a journal about this giveaway with the thumbs of the prizes
and a linkback
♥The winners need to have img reference for the prize, I will not design Oc
Winners will be drawn on 25th December, 2013
Christmas GiveawayChristmas Giveaway 2013
11th Dec - 25th Dec
- Fave and comment on this journal
- Donors CAN enter
- If you make a journal or poll about it, you get an extra ticket.
- Donations are still open
- You can enter on DeviantART & Tumblr
Tumblr link: http://rhuni.tumblr.com/post/69667520335/giveaway-over-23-artists-contributing
When you favourite this journal, I will check if you are a watcher and you will be given a number. If you forget your number you can check it on the bottom of this journal.
When the winner is picked on Christmas (with a random generator) a journal will be posted congratulating the winners, notes will be sent out to the donors as well as the winners.
Good luck everyone, I hope your holidays are fantastic, that you have a Merry Christmas and an amazing New Year!