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The Doorbell

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The Doorbell

A Woman is sitting in her old, shuttered house.  She knows that she is alone, in the whole world; every other thing is dead.  The doorbell rings. She looks towards the door, confused, for the doorbell could not have rung; no one could be there.  She just imagined it.  The empty silence of her house continues, and once more she retreats into her thoughts, thoughts of how the world is cold, how she has no friends or family, and how her life is devoid of happiness.  The doorbell rings. The woman looks towards the door and knows she did not imagine the sound. Slowly she rises from her chair, uncertain of what could be waiting for her.  The woma

Mea Culpa

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Mea Culpa

Manuel Ortiz walked home from his office on a cool, dry evening. It was always a peaceful walk, down the cobbled streets that led from the docks, up the hill, to where his home was. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky a deep, rosy red. As he turned the corner to walk down his street, a shrill scream broke the quiet of the evening. A crowd had gathered around a carriage parked half way down the road. In front of his house. Panicked, the merchant ran down the street, pushed his way through the crowd. What was going on? Had something happened to his family? Why had no one come to find him? Manuel stumbled out of the circle of people a

The Death of Raril

Is Something Wrong?

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Is Something Wrong?

Is Something Wrong? Cast: Ray- A young man with a guilty conscience Laura- Ray's longtime girlfriend Waiter- A server at the restaurant Scene 1 A restaurant. Ray and Laura have just taken a seat at a small table. Laura:  Are you sure you want to eat here, Ray? It's awful dark. Ray: That's the atmosphere, hun. It's supposed to be like this. Gives you a bit of privacy, besides the food is fantastic here. Laura:  If you say so. Ray:  Are you okay, love? Is something wrong? Laura:  Well… you don't usually take me out like this. Ray:   I can't treat my girl to a meal? Laura:  It's just… this is a really nice restaurant, Ray.
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The Doorbell

T

The Doorbell

A Woman is sitting in her old, shuttered house.  She knows that she is alone, in the whole world; every other thing is dead.  The doorbell rings. She looks towards the door, confused, for the doorbell could not have rung; no one could be there.  She just imagined it.  The empty silence of her house continues, and once more she retreats into her thoughts, thoughts of how the world is cold, how she has no friends or family, and how her life is devoid of happiness.  The doorbell rings. The woman looks towards the door and knows she did not imagine the sound. Slowly she rises from her chair, uncertain of what could be waiting for her.  The woma

Mea Culpa

M

Mea Culpa

Manuel Ortiz walked home from his office on a cool, dry evening. It was always a peaceful walk, down the cobbled streets that led from the docks, up the hill, to where his home was. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky a deep, rosy red. As he turned the corner to walk down his street, a shrill scream broke the quiet of the evening. A crowd had gathered around a carriage parked half way down the road. In front of his house. Panicked, the merchant ran down the street, pushed his way through the crowd. What was going on? Had something happened to his family? Why had no one come to find him? Manuel stumbled out of the circle of people a

The Death of Raril

Is Something Wrong?

I

Is Something Wrong?

Is Something Wrong? Cast: Ray- A young man with a guilty conscience Laura- Ray's longtime girlfriend Waiter- A server at the restaurant Scene 1 A restaurant. Ray and Laura have just taken a seat at a small table. Laura:  Are you sure you want to eat here, Ray? It's awful dark. Ray: That's the atmosphere, hun. It's supposed to be like this. Gives you a bit of privacy, besides the food is fantastic here. Laura:  If you say so. Ray:  Are you okay, love? Is something wrong? Laura:  Well… you don't usually take me out like this. Ray:   I can't treat my girl to a meal? Laura:  It's just… this is a really nice restaurant, Ray.
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laptop, paper, pencil, ink, a little imagination and a lot of hard work

I am now a deviant...

I am now a deviant...

...I hope my parents don't find out. After much prodding and poking from my friends, I have finally broken down and gotten an account here at Deviant Art. Now the entire world can see my unskilled drawings, half-baked stories, and mindless musings. I'm really hoping this will get me some nice feed back, especially on my writing, which I desperately crave. May the gods help whoever tells me that something I've written is 'nice' or 'good' without any further criticism. If it's good, tell me why it's good! I would even rather hear that you hate it than to hear another 'it's good,' so long as you tell me why. Right, I think I've ranted enough

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=3 Thanks for the fave!
I'm here, give my small page a once-over, will ya?
Artemis97Hobbyist Writer
Will do.
Artemis97Hobbyist Writer
No problem, MC. It's always fun to see what you've drawn. Now, who in the world threw that brick?
Thankees for the fave, Art. ^^
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First! *brick'd*