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When I Look At Great Authors

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When I Look At Great Authors

i look at my work and ask myself "why are you even continuing?" "you won't be like them: beloved. with a fandom and otps out the wazoo. you won't be in print you won't have devoted followers." and i look at my work with tears in my eyes. don't worry i say. i'm proud of you anyway. my mind just shouldn't compare but it does anyway so i'm sorry

To Those Who Wait (9/9)

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To Those Who Wait (9/9)

Eli It wasn't long after that that Avelina began to sleep through the night without waking up screaming. I was always there to hold her when she broke down sobbing, and always there to make her smile. Always there to tell her it would be alright. There as her hair returned to its original brown, there when we reassured Abrahil that she was alright. I could count the minutes on two hands or less when our hands were not entwined. It was the happiest I'd been in years. I could finally fulfill that last promise to her; that I'd hold her forever. I'd die before I broke that vow. "Eli," she whispered to me one night as her head nodded onto my c

To Those Who Wait (8/9)

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To Those Who Wait (8/9)

Avelina I was laying on something soft. Odd. Aleron was never this nice. I felt no shackles on my wrists. Another oddity. I stretched my hands out to the sides, and found more plushness, and a pillow beneath my head. There was something on top of me- a blanket. But the cell was still dark. I sat up and looked around. Something moving dragged my sensitive eyes to the right. Curtains. Curtains, blowing in a breeze. A slight glimmer of light shone in through a window. A window? There was no window in my cell. I had looked. Even when I was sure there was none, I still looked. Where was I? My eyes adjusted gradually to the tiny light. It fel

To Those Who Wait (7/9)

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To Those Who Wait (7/9)

Sometime in the 2000s Eli "Ow!" I hissed as Lee Haller wrapped a bandage around my arm. "Easy, sport! Not so tight!" Lee pursed his lips. "Sorry, gramps," he shrugged. "I have to keep the pressure on it." He was silent for a little bit. "You know, you didn't have to join this war. It was our fight, not yours." I rolled my shoulders. "Nah, I had to. Especially after what you said they did to your son. I liked that kid." Lee tensed, and his brown eyes were cast to the floor. "I'm sorry I brought that up," I mumbled. His son was a touchy subject; it had been for the past seven years. "It's alright," he murmured and backed up a little. "Yo

To Those Who Wait (6/9)

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To Those Who Wait (6/9)

1897 Avelina "…It's a-alright. I-I'm not going to h-hurt you." It was the little voice that woke me up. It threatened no pain, no wounds, no nothing. It was a baby's voice; maybe not an actual infant, but a little one. My eyes adjusted badly to the darkness, I was no Abrahil or any other Specter, but I saw a faint light outside the bars of my cell. The outline of a little boy was sitting, cross-legged, in front of the bars. His hands were over his ears. Why? "H-Hello?" my voice came in a croak. He dropped his hands from his ears and wrapped his arms around his knees. "Thank you for stopping," he mumbled. "Stopping? Stopping what?"

To Those Who Wait (5/9)

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To Those Who Wait (5/9)

1850 Eli It was hot. That was all I could fathom as I traipsed through the forest. It was familiar, yet monotonous. You've seen one forest, and you've seen them all. I questioned myself again; why, in the middle of July, was I taking a hike to Crévoux, France? I couldn't say the reason. I had assured myself it would be cooler in the mountains, but I hadn't taken the proximity to the equator into account. It was cooler up north, but Southern France was brutal. Wait until you get to the mountains, Eli, I told myself. It will be worth it. The train had taken me to Digne. From there, I walked. And ran. And when I tired of running a hor

To Those Who Wait (4/9)

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To Those Who Wait (4/9)

"Avelina?" a soft voice whispered. I picked my head up and saw a boy by the window. "Eli!" I breathed, and leaped up to greet him. I buried my face in his chest and sobbed. "Oh, Eli, I am so sorry!" "Sh," he murmured, holding me close. His mind was numb. "It isn't your fault." "It is!" I cried. We stayed in silence for the longest time. "I love you," I finally sniffled. "I love you too," he sighed. "But it's killing us both." I shook my head quickly, and kissed his lips, softly at first, but then a little harder as I held him closer. Eli kissed me back, as usual, but this time there was a desperateness that killed me inside. His kisses
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When I Look At Great Authors

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When I Look At Great Authors

i look at my work and ask myself "why are you even continuing?" "you won't be like them: beloved. with a fandom and otps out the wazoo. you won't be in print you won't have devoted followers." and i look at my work with tears in my eyes. don't worry i say. i'm proud of you anyway. my mind just shouldn't compare but it does anyway so i'm sorry

To Those Who Wait (9/9)

T

To Those Who Wait (9/9)

Eli It wasn't long after that that Avelina began to sleep through the night without waking up screaming. I was always there to hold her when she broke down sobbing, and always there to make her smile. Always there to tell her it would be alright. There as her hair returned to its original brown, there when we reassured Abrahil that she was alright. I could count the minutes on two hands or less when our hands were not entwined. It was the happiest I'd been in years. I could finally fulfill that last promise to her; that I'd hold her forever. I'd die before I broke that vow. "Eli," she whispered to me one night as her head nodded onto my c

To Those Who Wait (8/9)

T

To Those Who Wait (8/9)

Avelina I was laying on something soft. Odd. Aleron was never this nice. I felt no shackles on my wrists. Another oddity. I stretched my hands out to the sides, and found more plushness, and a pillow beneath my head. There was something on top of me- a blanket. But the cell was still dark. I sat up and looked around. Something moving dragged my sensitive eyes to the right. Curtains. Curtains, blowing in a breeze. A slight glimmer of light shone in through a window. A window? There was no window in my cell. I had looked. Even when I was sure there was none, I still looked. Where was I? My eyes adjusted gradually to the tiny light. It fel

To Those Who Wait (7/9)

T

To Those Who Wait (7/9)

Sometime in the 2000s Eli "Ow!" I hissed as Lee Haller wrapped a bandage around my arm. "Easy, sport! Not so tight!" Lee pursed his lips. "Sorry, gramps," he shrugged. "I have to keep the pressure on it." He was silent for a little bit. "You know, you didn't have to join this war. It was our fight, not yours." I rolled my shoulders. "Nah, I had to. Especially after what you said they did to your son. I liked that kid." Lee tensed, and his brown eyes were cast to the floor. "I'm sorry I brought that up," I mumbled. His son was a touchy subject; it had been for the past seven years. "It's alright," he murmured and backed up a little. "Yo

To Those Who Wait (6/9)

T

To Those Who Wait (6/9)

1897 Avelina "…It's a-alright. I-I'm not going to h-hurt you." It was the little voice that woke me up. It threatened no pain, no wounds, no nothing. It was a baby's voice; maybe not an actual infant, but a little one. My eyes adjusted badly to the darkness, I was no Abrahil or any other Specter, but I saw a faint light outside the bars of my cell. The outline of a little boy was sitting, cross-legged, in front of the bars. His hands were over his ears. Why? "H-Hello?" my voice came in a croak. He dropped his hands from his ears and wrapped his arms around his knees. "Thank you for stopping," he mumbled. "Stopping? Stopping what?"

To Those Who Wait (5/9)

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To Those Who Wait (5/9)

1850 Eli It was hot. That was all I could fathom as I traipsed through the forest. It was familiar, yet monotonous. You've seen one forest, and you've seen them all. I questioned myself again; why, in the middle of July, was I taking a hike to Crévoux, France? I couldn't say the reason. I had assured myself it would be cooler in the mountains, but I hadn't taken the proximity to the equator into account. It was cooler up north, but Southern France was brutal. Wait until you get to the mountains, Eli, I told myself. It will be worth it. The train had taken me to Digne. From there, I walked. And ran. And when I tired of running a hor

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My Bio
Hello there! Nice to meet you. I'm seventeen, going to be a senior in high school. God, I feel old. I am a writer, doodler, photographer, and a bit of a singer. I have a more serious account here: :iconfuturstarvingartiste: if you want to check out some cool photos and stuff.

My characters (Drawn by others):
:thumb293856427: Theo and Grace by chrysalisgrey Riviera//ArtTrade by oceanstarlet Request for BookWurm15! by HaiImAngie Bryce Haller by Ispeakmuzik Request: OC's by INSANELY-CRAZY PC for BookWurm15 by choco-junk :thumb335077957: R5 - Gracefully by megasak Rq: Spellbound and Hellbent by PandarianWolf Request - Water and Air by himehisagi Request: Jet by UcelloChan Kiriban winner: Jet and Riv by ZombieOwl :thumb308336006: C: BookWurm15 by telephonehome :thumb294469937: ART TRADE: Oh, just kiss me, Moron! by Del09Zendhe AT - Of Empires and Lobsterbacks by Reaper-Lawliet Riviera by 102vvv Glasses? What glasses? by choirfolk Paris by BalanceSplashRhyme request bust up batch 1 by deaeru

Favourite Movies
Les Miserables (1998), The Truman Show, any Disney movie, the HP movies are ok too.
Favourite TV Shows
Looney Tunes, Scooby Doo, How It's Made, Phineas and Ferb.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Simple Plan, Broadway Music, etc.
Favourite Books
Harry Potter, Divergent, Les Miserables, Sherlock Holmes, Lightning Thief, The Heir Trilogy, Shatter Me
Favourite Writers
JK Rowling, Veronica Roth, Victor Hugo, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Rick Riordan, Cinda Williams Chima, Tahereh Mafi
Favourite Games
Catchphrase, College Bowl, QUELF, Are You The Traitor?, Fluxx
Favourite Gaming Platform
Wii, XBox 360 Kinect
Tools of the Trade
Brain, computer, pen, pencil, paper. Ca, c'est tout.
Other Interests
Reading, writing, drawing, tennis, computers.

Summer Cleaning

Summer Cleaning

So I'm putting a bunch of my deviations into storage because I'm past that stage in my life. *shrug* I'm not on here often, and when I am, I don't want to feel like I'm still in my weaboo phase. Eso si que es, but it's time to move on.

An interview

An interview

'Kay, so Brynne tagged me to do this, so I'll do my main characters from my story The Faults of Our Fathers. Meet Theo and Bryce. And it'll take place before the story starts, to avoid spoilers. ;) 1. What is your name? t: Theodore Drescher. Most people call me Theo. b: Bryce Haller. 2. Do you know why you were named that? t: Not really. My mum named me. And Theo is fewer syllables and is easier to write down, I suppose. b: My parents thought the name sounded cool. 3. Are you single or taken? t: Single. b: As of recently, single. :( 4. Have any abilities or powers? t: ...I'm not supposed to talk about it. But yes. I've got a type of

Well, I have been tagged.

Well, I have been tagged.

RULES: 1. You must post the rules. 2. Each person must post 5 things about themselves in their journal 3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer. 4. You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on your journal. 5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them. 6. No tag backs 7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you're tagged if you're reading this". You legitimately have to tag 10 people. Things you didn't know about me: 1. Low on confidence 2. High on creativity and imagination 3. Low on work ethic 4. High on eating 5. Lo

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TambergalProfessional Digital Artist
abbyabbyabbyabbyabbyabbyabbyabby :la: found you.
well i guess you found me first, but still >.>
BookWurm15Hobbyist General Artist
:la:
anila73Hobbyist Writer
Tag a quality deviant, you're it! Quality doesn't mean that you have a lot of followers or a lot of messages. It means that you're nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don't care how many followers you have. Send this to 10 deviants who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it's just good to let someone know that you love them!

Heh..........
BookWurm15Hobbyist General Artist
Oh wow late reply hello! <3 You precious one.
anila73Hobbyist Writer
YOU FOUND ME!!!!!!!
BookWurm15Hobbyist General Artist
XD wasn't hard.
soas95Student Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!