Red as Blood - O2:Ch7He was building a sand castle. The foundations were ready, but the towers kept falling apart under his clumsy fingers, irritating him. He heard laughter. A girl was kneeling on the other side of his fortress, her smile so full of joy that it almost seemed she was glowing from within.
"Here, let us help you," she giggled and turned to the castle. She left something beside it that caught his attention, nearly shapeless, iridescent and sparkling. It slowly started climbing the fortress walls, growing tentacle-like limbs.
"Hey, what's this, umů"
"Lyssie. I'm Lyssie. And this is my pet. He likes you." He couldn't take his eyes off the creature as it climbed onto his hand. It felt cool and slithery.
The waves of the ocean were gently sweeping across the sand. "Would you like me to tell you a story?" He looked at the girl for a moment, then her pet caught his attention again. "Sure, why not."
"Long ago, before time was counted and history remembered, there was a star shower. Magnifi
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"Nice city. It'll make lovely ruins."
Writer's OathAs a writer, I swear on my word and my honor to do my best,Writer's Oath2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
To always strive for the unobtainable;
To not only reach for, but to walk among the stars;
To never lose the awe and wonderment of life,
And to see the world, if only for a moment, with the simple faith and wonder of a child;
To kindle the flame of imagination within the hearts of all whom I come into contact with;
To never scoff at the whimsical;
To keep a hearty belief in dragons and fairies burning strong in my heart;
To believe that giants can be slain, and evils vanquished;
To not merely search for a hero in dark times, but to seek to be one;
To look ever to my friends for inspiration, and also to seek to be that inspiring light;
To remember that the darkest hour of night is when the promise of coming dawn is the brightest;
To stand up for truth and right, regarding not the opposition;
To be ever open to new possibilities,
And yet to always say what must be said in the way it ought to be said;
To remember that the pen is
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creator of perfection
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"I call him Frankenstein!"
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The QuestionWhen he asks, please say no.The Question3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Orchid BalletFairy-like flowers dance on delicate stalksOrchid Ballet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Member Features - Week 1Hello deviants!Member Features - Week 13 years ago in Personal More Like This
Can you believe we've already got 106 members?!
So, it's Friday and, as promised in this journal, we're starting Member Features! (Which seems natural enough considering the purposes of the group. ) And this week I'll introduce to you...:
The first Feature-Challengers
(aka the people who participated in my original Feature Challenge, which is the reason we're all here)
Lady Georgie by Spellprints the lute player by Spellprints
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Blood Runs Cold.
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No. No this can't be happening! You can't die on me! Not yet!
A young woman knelt next to the body of a raven haired young man. His eyes were slightly open and blood was trickling from them and from his mouth. Rain mixed with the blood, gathering in pools around him and getting in his long hair.
The woman was clasping her hands together tightly and sobbing. Her long, red hair clung to her face and neck, but she didn't bother to brush it away. Instead, she reached out and smoothed the man's black locks.
"You didn't deserve this. You deserved a happily ever after." She whispered. "This isn't fair!" Of course, by now she should've known that the world was unfair. She stopped stoking his hair and slid his eyelids closed with two fingers. He may as well be sleeping. She thought. She sniffed and reached into her handbag. She pulled out a small, white, lacy handkerchief and started wiping the blood off his face. Red soon stained the white cloth.
It's not like it matter