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Some Dreams Chapter 3

Chapter Three: Prison Break ============================== Sam sat on the bed, rubbing her arm. Her hair hung in dirty clumps over her face as she stared at the floor. She wasn't sure how long she had been trapped in this place. The only methods of measuring time were when meals were delivered and when she was taken out of her cell room for tests and infusions. Other than the infusions Sam had lost track of everything. There had been five infusions total. Three of the infusions had been that disturbing green color. Two of them had been clear like water. Though Sam didn't know what the infusions were or what they were supposed to do, she di
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Some Dreams Chapter 2

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Some Dreams Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Death is but a Dream ============================== "I ordered a twenty-four hour watch on every one of them. How did they escape?" The Foot tech watched fondly as his life flashed before his eyes. "Master, they were all seen entering their home that evening, and they never came out. We investigated and the house was empty, even their possessions had been removed." Oroku Saki's multi-thousand-dollar desk flew over the Foot Tech's head, crashing to the floor somewhere behind him. "How did they escape?" Saki repeated. "We do not know, master." The tech replied. He was seized by his shirtfront and lifted clean off the floor. S

Some Dreams Must Die

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Some Dreams Must Die

Chapter One: Oroku Saki; Role Model ============================== Samantha Gelding was an acrobat. Or at least, she was crazy enough to ride downhill, standing balanced on her bike's pedals without using her hands. School was out for a three-day weekend. There was no homework, no DECA, no track, and no recitals. Sam couldn't remember the last time she had this much free time on her hands. Admittedly she would probably just end up babysitting Travis and reading a book all weekend, but that was better than nothing. Right now, Sam felt like she was on top of the world! Until her front tire hit the curb funny. A small shriek escaped her as

Art

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Art

I've often wondered at the many kinds of art. See art with the eyes in paintings, sculptures, carvings, even humans on the stages of performance and fashion. Hear art from the music of instruments and voice, the clicking of a dancer's feet and the hum of machines at work. Touch art in the gentle pressure of massage, the shape of a chair, in the twist of a roller coaster, and perhaps in ways more hostile. Taste art with a sip of a drink and draw in the flavors of the chef, the baker, the cook and the love of family. Smell art as you step into the room, kiss the cheek of a friend, pass through a garden, and enjoy the steam climbing from te

The Last Moment

Klunk VS. Mask

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Klunk VS. Mask

IT was most unwelcome. The turtle known to his companions by the Human word 'Raph' had re-entered Klunk's awareness not long ago and following him came IT. And Klunk had been most displeased. That THING carried a smell very similar to other such terrorists that Klunk had encountered as a kitten, before her turtle had recognized her innate qualities and taken her from the Out to the In. Klunk had been very fortunate to minimize her contact with such monsters during her time in the Out, but if one were to be here in the In… that would be most distasteful. From her place upon the warming lightboxes, Klunk observed IT's entrance into her

A child's Lies

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A child's Lies

I never begrudge a child, for the lies his eyes have told me. For in that world beneath their brows; lives a land of fantasy. Of happy days and here to stays, and no goodbye to yesterdays. Resting light as fairy wings, their lashes promise pleasant things. Cheeks so round and red and bright tell how well they sleep at night. Isn't it the miracle of a child; Their eyes tell you lies that -for just a moment- you believe are true.

Sun or Rain

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Sun or Rain

Give me my sunshine, hot and warm. Let me drink in the texture of intangible life. My skin craves the caress of these shafts of light as my hair hums a contented tune of coloring heat. I will wash in the shower of a sunbeam and cleanse myself of the pale starving colors. I will sing praise in the rain, lift my voice in competition and symphony of thunder. My soul delights in the violent brilliance of fire in the sky. My feet bathe in gathering puddles as I am embraced by my slickened hair.  As the chill sets in my bones I will come alive.
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Some Dreams Chapter 4

Some Dreams Chapter 3

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Some Dreams Chapter 3

Chapter Three: Prison Break ============================== Sam sat on the bed, rubbing her arm. Her hair hung in dirty clumps over her face as she stared at the floor. She wasn't sure how long she had been trapped in this place. The only methods of measuring time were when meals were delivered and when she was taken out of her cell room for tests and infusions. Other than the infusions Sam had lost track of everything. There had been five infusions total. Three of the infusions had been that disturbing green color. Two of them had been clear like water. Though Sam didn't know what the infusions were or what they were supposed to do, she di
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Some Dreams Chapter 2

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Some Dreams Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Death is but a Dream ============================== "I ordered a twenty-four hour watch on every one of them. How did they escape?" The Foot tech watched fondly as his life flashed before his eyes. "Master, they were all seen entering their home that evening, and they never came out. We investigated and the house was empty, even their possessions had been removed." Oroku Saki's multi-thousand-dollar desk flew over the Foot Tech's head, crashing to the floor somewhere behind him. "How did they escape?" Saki repeated. "We do not know, master." The tech replied. He was seized by his shirtfront and lifted clean off the floor. S

Some Dreams Must Die

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Some Dreams Must Die

Chapter One: Oroku Saki; Role Model ============================== Samantha Gelding was an acrobat. Or at least, she was crazy enough to ride downhill, standing balanced on her bike's pedals without using her hands. School was out for a three-day weekend. There was no homework, no DECA, no track, and no recitals. Sam couldn't remember the last time she had this much free time on her hands. Admittedly she would probably just end up babysitting Travis and reading a book all weekend, but that was better than nothing. Right now, Sam felt like she was on top of the world! Until her front tire hit the curb funny. A small shriek escaped her as

Art

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Art

I've often wondered at the many kinds of art. See art with the eyes in paintings, sculptures, carvings, even humans on the stages of performance and fashion. Hear art from the music of instruments and voice, the clicking of a dancer's feet and the hum of machines at work. Touch art in the gentle pressure of massage, the shape of a chair, in the twist of a roller coaster, and perhaps in ways more hostile. Taste art with a sip of a drink and draw in the flavors of the chef, the baker, the cook and the love of family. Smell art as you step into the room, kiss the cheek of a friend, pass through a garden, and enjoy the steam climbing from te

Honor, Duty, Understanding

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Honor, Duty, Understanding

I wish you could feel it. The emotions bottle up for a moment of confusion and then rush over the edge like a flood pouring into your heart and mind. I didn't understand it at first. A stranger suddenly grabbing my hand, smiling at me, thanking me. I was scared, I was confused, I was befuddled. Why me? Why had this man I'd never seen before been so led to thank me, a kid who'd done nothing? All I could do was nod and try to smile before he moved on. The world was a place with no clarity, no understanding. My hand hovered in the air, still tingling from the sudden unexpected contact. Looking down like a fool I stared at my hand. It was still

Fear Itself

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Fear Itself

I sometimes fear that I will live to see the end of this world. It may seem odd to some but for me it is a very real fear. A fear in which I see chaos and catastrophe and a small voice inside me whispers that I will not be ready for what I know is coming. Yet again, another small voice inside my heart whispers that life will continue as it always has. A slow progression to the future that cannot be stopped and will continue with the mundane of everyday life that I have long since grown accustomed to. However, by far my greatest fear is that I do not know which end frightens me more.

Book of Me

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Book of Me

There is a book, on a shelf. With a frosty name on the spine. The lock is closed, the key inside. But, should one chance to open it, they would find a wood filled with castles, dragons, heros, Princesses who defend themselves, Lions rampant in the court, Magicians and wizards, who do no magic Angels who guide the lost and weary, And paths that lead to the past and future. However, just as the reader has begun, The cover snaps shut The lock clicks. The key slips back inside And all that is left, is a book on a shelf With a frosty name on the spine. That name is mine.

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
  • June 15
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  • Deviant for 12 years
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My Bio

Intro; Hi! I am 54viruses; the viral one. I am an author due to my love of all things literature and my complete fail when it comes to drawing. But I'm trying to improve on that aspect.


Interests and work; As you can probably see I am a near-rabid Ninja turtle fan and a recent devotee to Undertale. I write a great deal of turtle fanfiction but also produce a large number of original works and perpetually fail my intentions to learn how to draw.

I also love to write more spiritual pieces but as I can't get these to come together right they probably won't be posted.


Final note

I want to be the person standing in smoking rubble offering a skilled hand and a hopeful smile.


Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bethoveen, Ruslana
Favourite Books
Give me a library.
Favourite Writers
Too many to choose from!
Favourite Gaming Platform
Cardboard or wood and ropes
Tools of the Trade
Notebook and pen
Other Interests
Am a scholar and a dreamer, anything can catch my imagination.

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OWOMaster2020Hobbyist General Artist

Hello fellow writer ^^ Thank you so much for the llama badge! :>

54virusesHobbyist Writer
OWOMaster2020Hobbyist General Artist

Wow, I forgot about that song, thank you for the throwback xD

minaninaoreoNew Deviant

Awww, thanks for the llama!

54virusesHobbyist Writer

Llama Fashion

Thank so much for the llama!>w< efwkfga