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Life Goes On

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Life Goes On

The world seems still, While within me, I wage wars But in this moment I realize How little it is Know this, All pained poets, All aggressive authors, Life goes on. The world does not wait while you weep Nor does the Earth stand still for your sorrows Passive to your plight it continues on its path And only you know the pain you inflict upon yourself   How useless it is to stew in sorrow and sadness Sitting in a pot filled with your own tears Marinating in the spices of self-inflicted pain And not realizing that no one would eat such a soup You cannot stand still. No matter how important your troubles may seem Who cares? With or without

Midnight Danse

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Midnight Danse

       The steps to the front porch of the cemetery caretaker’s  house creaked as I climbed up them. I stopped and examined the door, the paint was chipping and the knocker shaped like a skull had tarnished with age. The old caretaker, Timothy Spade was a surprisingly cheery man. Everyone expects the groundskeeper of a  cemetery to be thin and have frown lines, but this guy looked like a retired lumberjack with laugh lines a and a clever twinkle in his eye. For whatever reason, it seemed that everyone in town  over the age of 30 knew him. When I asked my father about him he said,    “Mr. Spade is the strangest man in town, but I

Damsel and Dragon

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Damsel and Dragon

A young, elegant woman ran through the forest as a gigantic dragon with golden scales and steel teeth lumbered behind her. The woman's elegant dress was being whittled away by the brush as she weaved in and out trees. She was beginning to slow down as scraps were torn from her beautiful gown. She was breathing heavily and her chest ached as the horrifying beast began to gain on her. It pushed the trees aside with it's massive claws. Soon the dragon was nearly on top of her. She looked over her shoulder to find that it was readying itself to strike. The dragon snapped it's metallic jaws at her. She would have died that moment if she hadn't lea

How I Came to Be (Me)

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How I Came to Be (Me)

The story of my life so far may not be too interesting but the origins of my life and what makes me the way I am is, at the very least, odd. This all started around the beginning of  the November of 1993 when I was conceived by two high school students who shall remain unnamed. These two were good students who had a lot to look forward to, but I find it highly unlikely that one of those things was a baby. The year went by and both students graduated and were even accepted into a college. Then on the last day of July I was born. The young couple tried to manage life as parents but eventually started considering adoption. Now it just so happens

Rune and Gun Chapter One: Meet The Heroes

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Rune and Gun Chapter One: Meet The Heroes

 Richard Trite woke up to the text alert from his scry-phone in the middle of the night.  He checked to see who it was from: Periden. What could he possibly want? Trite's wife mumbled next to him in bed, “What is it Rich?” “It’s Periden...” Trite read the message and a sense of dread covered him like a second blanket My apartment, now. Bring help. He jumped out of bed, threw on some jeans and jacket. Trite’s wife, Elysia, sat up in bed, “In trouble again?” “Yeah, he seems more worried than usual.” Trite said as he grabbed his  R.I.A. badge and his revolver-like polycast

Cheap Pencils

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Cheap Pencils

Scritch scritch. Snap. "Damn it." Andrew's pencil had just broken for the fifth time during his Pre-Calculus final, and it was starting to get really irritating. Andrew stood up and tried to get to the front of the class room without being noticed. He failed miserably, tripping on the same bag he had tripped on the first and third time he went up to sharpen his pencil. So instead he opted to make absolutely no eye contact with his classmates or the teacher. The unfortunate high school student inserted his pencil into the electric pencil sharpener that sat on the teacher's desk and winced when it screeched and whined as it sharpened his writ

The Wanderer

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The Wanderer

The Wanderer walked down a dusty road, the sun beating down on his back. Almost as though it was punishing him. He turned around and saw the smoke in the distance, the last remnant of a town that was burning down, a town that he couldn’t save.The Wanderer turned back to the dusty road and continued on. The dirt and rocks crunched under his boots, marking his every step as he walked for hours. The Wanderer stopped and looked up from the road and gazed at the blue sky above him. He wanted to give up, just lie down and die, but that would be a coward’s way out. The Wanderer was many things, but he was not a coward. But he wasn&

The Gunsmith

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The Gunsmith

I remember joining the gang like it was yesterday. I can still remember the rumble of the tracks underneath the train. Back then I was an honest man, going to the west to open a gun shop I looked out at the passing barren land. There was nothing but open space, except for a few cacti or desert shrubs. It was very different from the city where I had lived in all my life, but you couldn’t make a living on fixing and selling guns there. But in the west, there, I could make a fortune. Everything was ready. A friend had told me that there was a vacant shop in this little town in Texas and there wasn't a gun shop for miles around. So I s

Five Minute Poem

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Five Minute Poem

This poem is due Five minutes to go What do I do Rhyme, rhymes I don’t have time to rhyme Look at the clock, I got some serious writer’s block My typing is frantic What’s the definition of pedantic? No time for this Is that second hand fast? I’ll just use something I wrote in the past Type, type, click, print. To the the teacher I shall sprint Then on the board something beyond comprehension The poem project was given an extension.

Think Fast

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Think Fast

Okay, okay. I just robbed a bank. I need to think fast. To be more specific I just robbed the bank I worked at, so now I don’t have a job, but I do have a very large sum of money. Those asses at the bank probably never even expected it, I’m not even crazy. I was just tired of working, so I decided why not steal the money that surrounds me every day? With a gun. That I got legally. I’m running, but I have no idea where to. I feel something in my hand. Oh, God, it’s the gun. I throw the gun into an alley, realizing that I had the safety on the entire time I was holding up the bank. Then I realize that I didn’t sho
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Life Goes On

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Life Goes On

The world seems still, While within me, I wage wars But in this moment I realize How little it is Know this, All pained poets, All aggressive authors, Life goes on. The world does not wait while you weep Nor does the Earth stand still for your sorrows Passive to your plight it continues on its path And only you know the pain you inflict upon yourself   How useless it is to stew in sorrow and sadness Sitting in a pot filled with your own tears Marinating in the spices of self-inflicted pain And not realizing that no one would eat such a soup You cannot stand still. No matter how important your troubles may seem Who cares? With or without

Midnight Danse

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Midnight Danse

       The steps to the front porch of the cemetery caretaker’s  house creaked as I climbed up them. I stopped and examined the door, the paint was chipping and the knocker shaped like a skull had tarnished with age. The old caretaker, Timothy Spade was a surprisingly cheery man. Everyone expects the groundskeeper of a  cemetery to be thin and have frown lines, but this guy looked like a retired lumberjack with laugh lines a and a clever twinkle in his eye. For whatever reason, it seemed that everyone in town  over the age of 30 knew him. When I asked my father about him he said,    “Mr. Spade is the strangest man in town, but I

Damsel and Dragon

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Damsel and Dragon

A young, elegant woman ran through the forest as a gigantic dragon with golden scales and steel teeth lumbered behind her. The woman's elegant dress was being whittled away by the brush as she weaved in and out trees. She was beginning to slow down as scraps were torn from her beautiful gown. She was breathing heavily and her chest ached as the horrifying beast began to gain on her. It pushed the trees aside with it's massive claws. Soon the dragon was nearly on top of her. She looked over her shoulder to find that it was readying itself to strike. The dragon snapped it's metallic jaws at her. She would have died that moment if she hadn't lea

Soul of a Writer

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Soul of a Writer

I see a blank page, and I feel a spark inside my heart. The spark ignites my mind, raising its ever-glowing embers to a slowly building flame. The cold white blankness of the page angers me. Wasted potential, that's what it is. Any space of white could be used. I stare into its emptiness and my mind begins to turn its gears. My hand itches for a pen. I am a writer and my soul is fire. This page shall feel my flame. I need to bring heat to the paper and that is what the words are. Hot. The black ink smolders on the white of the paper. The words charge from my mind, down my arm and on to the page. They are the army of my soul, warriors of f

Cheap Pencils

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Cheap Pencils

Scritch scritch. Snap. "Damn it." Andrew's pencil had just broken for the fifth time during his Pre-Calculus final, and it was starting to get really irritating. Andrew stood up and tried to get to the front of the class room without being noticed. He failed miserably, tripping on the same bag he had tripped on the first and third time he went up to sharpen his pencil. So instead he opted to make absolutely no eye contact with his classmates or the teacher. The unfortunate high school student inserted his pencil into the electric pencil sharpener that sat on the teacher's desk and winced when it screeched and whined as it sharpened his writ

Rune and Gun Chapter One: Meet The Heroes

R

Rune and Gun Chapter One: Meet The Heroes

 Richard Trite woke up to the text alert from his scry-phone in the middle of the night.  He checked to see who it was from: Periden. What could he possibly want? Trite's wife mumbled next to him in bed, “What is it Rich?” “It’s Periden...” Trite read the message and a sense of dread covered him like a second blanket My apartment, now. Bring help. He jumped out of bed, threw on some jeans and jacket. Trite’s wife, Elysia, sat up in bed, “In trouble again?” “Yeah, he seems more worried than usual.” Trite said as he grabbed his  R.I.A. badge and his revolver-like polycast

The Wanderer

T

The Wanderer

The Wanderer walked down a dusty road, the sun beating down on his back. Almost as though it was punishing him. He turned around and saw the smoke in the distance, the last remnant of a town that was burning down, a town that he couldn’t save.The Wanderer turned back to the dusty road and continued on. The dirt and rocks crunched under his boots, marking his every step as he walked for hours. The Wanderer stopped and looked up from the road and gazed at the blue sky above him. He wanted to give up, just lie down and die, but that would be a coward’s way out. The Wanderer was many things, but he was not a coward. But he wasn&

The Gunsmith

T

The Gunsmith

I remember joining the gang like it was yesterday. I can still remember the rumble of the tracks underneath the train. Back then I was an honest man, going to the west to open a gun shop I looked out at the passing barren land. There was nothing but open space, except for a few cacti or desert shrubs. It was very different from the city where I had lived in all my life, but you couldn’t make a living on fixing and selling guns there. But in the west, there, I could make a fortune. Everything was ready. A friend had told me that there was a vacant shop in this little town in Texas and there wasn't a gun shop for miles around. So I s

Five Minute Poem

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Five Minute Poem

This poem is due Five minutes to go What do I do Rhyme, rhymes I don’t have time to rhyme Look at the clock, I got some serious writer’s block My typing is frantic What’s the definition of pedantic? No time for this Is that second hand fast? I’ll just use something I wrote in the past Type, type, click, print. To the the teacher I shall sprint Then on the board something beyond comprehension The poem project was given an extension.

Think Fast

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Think Fast

Okay, okay. I just robbed a bank. I need to think fast. To be more specific I just robbed the bank I worked at, so now I don’t have a job, but I do have a very large sum of money. Those asses at the bank probably never even expected it, I’m not even crazy. I was just tired of working, so I decided why not steal the money that surrounds me every day? With a gun. That I got legally. I’m running, but I have no idea where to. I feel something in my hand. Oh, God, it’s the gun. I throw the gun into an alley, realizing that I had the safety on the entire time I was holding up the bank. Then I realize that I didn’t sho

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Soul of a Writer

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Soul of a Writer

I see a blank page, and I feel a spark inside my heart. The spark ignites my mind, raising its ever-glowing embers to a slowly building flame. The cold white blankness of the page angers me. Wasted potential, that's what it is. Any space of white could be used. I stare into its emptiness and my mind begins to turn its gears. My hand itches for a pen. I am a writer and my soul is fire. This page shall feel my flame. I need to bring heat to the paper and that is what the words are. Hot. The black ink smolders on the white of the paper. The words charge from my mind, down my arm and on to the page. They are the army of my soul, warriors of f
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I am an amateur writer who aspires to be a screenwriter. I am more into writing fun, entertaining stories than anything else.

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Pulp Fiction, The Avengers, Memento,
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Hey, look I'm not dead

Hey, look I'm not dead

I have been neglecting this thing for a really long time, mostly due to the fact that I kind of stopped caring about a lot of stuff for a long time around the end of the school year and have just gotten back into the habit of caring about things. I did do some writing though, not a lot but I do have some stuff that I wrote while I was not here.

I lied.

I lied.

So this is a little embarrassing, but I figure that I'm only doing myself a disservice by not addressing the problem. I haven't been able to start, let alone finish, anything for a while. I think it might be the pressure I'm putting myself under. You see, if I write anything right now it will almost certainly be put into an application for a scholarship, so I really want it to be good. I have tons of ideas but some of them, I don't know how or where to start, and the rest, I don't know are good enough. I have been avoiding coming here because I know I don't have anything. So I'm just letting you all know, I'm trying, it's just tougher than us

I Return Bearing Gifts!

I Return Bearing Gifts!

Hey, all. I don't know how many people read this, but oh well. After finishing two plays in which I played significant roles, balancing a job and a social life, I am back. With my return comes a shopping list of announcements for those who are interested in what's going on. First: Rune and Gun. I would say it's going on hiatus, but that's not correct. With my time away from it I have realized that I could have done so much more with it. It will eventually be getting a reboot, some things I liked will stay, a lot will go but in the end I think it's for the best. Until I write the "official" first chapter of Rune and Gun (don't ask me when tha

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niclo121212Hobbyist General Artist
And also, would you consider joining my group?
niclo121212Hobbyist General Artist
Please???? I'm... Desperate. Just read it. Please.
niclo121212Hobbyist General Artist
MAWAAWAWAWA (me being random) I very much trust you so could you read what I have of my book so far and tell me what you think? I love to write. :work:
RipleyNoxProfessional Writer
Thanks for the watch!
Uncle-BangProfessional Filmographer
Thanks muchly for the llama. :)
4sauce4Student Writer
Congratulations on your Daily Deviation! :D
Nice piece!