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Papa's Scope, Part 3 by ElleShaped, literature

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Papa's Scope, Part 3

Part 6: The Morning By the time her mother arrived at her room, Kaelyn had calmed herself. She knew – knew – that if she let her mother see the markings, she would be dooming them both. If her mother was not already involved, that is… from what she had seen, she knew that she could no longer trust anyone at all. Even if she was… clean, though, her mother would not be able to help herself; she would search out the source of the harm to her daughter, and in so doing would bring the wrath of the stars down upon them. So she pulled the sheets up around herself, combed most of the debris from her hair, and readied herself to feign waking as her...

Papa's Scope, Chapter 2 by ElleShaped, literature

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Papa's Scope, Chapter 2

Part 4: The Dreams Kaelyn still had the nightmare regularly and each time it was frustratingly identical. Try as she might she could not affect the outcome – she drifted above the town, she saw the darknesses writhing, and they drew her in. Each time she would struggle, thrash, try to shout – nothing worked. That one tentacle, noticing her, would stretch up and reach for her and just as it seemed about to grasp her she would wake, trembling and sweating. When she had the dream now, the whispers would linger for the whole day, just out of the reach of her consciousness. She could hear them – feel them – slithering behind her thoughts, but s...

Papa's Scope, Chapter 1 by ElleShaped, literature

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Papa's Scope, Chapter 1

Part 1: Out, Brief Candle When Kaelyn got home from school on the afternoon of her sixteenth birthday, she knew immediately that something was wrong. To start, her mother was home – and Mom worked late during the week; she had only come home to the dark green Lexus in the driveway a handful of times since they moved to Massachusetts, and every time meant something awful had happened. Then, when she went inside and saw that all of the lights were off, and that her parents were huddled together on the couch, Mom sobbing in Dad's arms, her skin went cold.Looking up, his hand still stroking his wife's back, Cameron Greene's pained eyes met his...

The Trackless Desert, Chapter 4: The Prince by ElleShaped, literature

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The Trackless Desert, Chapter 4: The Prince

Ailin looked up at the burning sun, high over their heads, as she pushed her damp bangs back from her face for the fiftieth time this morning. She was kneeling in the burnt, brown grass around the cottage with a hammer in one hand and a handful of nails in the other, carefully assembling trellis frames which would support the forest-pea plants. She had decided that this could not be put off any longer, and that one day without watering would be less harmful to the plants than to be allowed to languish in the dirt.As she worked, she looked over at Auntie Nem. The old woman was carefully erecting the finished trellises over the rows of plant...

The Trackless Desert, Chapter 3: Wingboy by ElleShaped, literature

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The Trackless Desert, Chapter 3: Wingboy

It had been almost two months since the planting, and it had not rained once. The summers were always hot and dry here in the forest, so close to the savannah, but it had never gone for so long without so much as a drop for as long as Ailin could remember. Even the stream was feeling the effects, less than half its usual depth remaining, its waters muddy and sluggish instead of the clear and swift torrent it so often was. Auntie Nem said that this meant the mountains, too, were not receiving their rains. Ailin wasn't sure if she believed her – the mountains were almost a hundred miles away, after all, and it seemed unthinkable that somethi...

The Trackless Desert, Chapter 2: The High Priest by ElleShaped, literature

The Trackless Desert: Even Heroes Lose Their Way by ElleShaped, literature

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The Trackless Desert: Even Heroes Lose Their Way

The summer had been long and abnormally hot this year. The sun hung high above their heads, its fierce blazing seeming to bleach the blue from the sky just as it sucked the moisture from the soil of their small garden and reddened their skin.Exhausted from the work of turning the soil to ready it for the midsummer planting, Ailin wipes the sweat from her brow with the hem of her simple cotton sundress, oblivious to the immodesty of such a motion – after all, there was no one this far from the towns, no one but herself and Auntie Nem of course. The girl – more a young woman now, as she neared fifteen winters – looked over at the comfortable...

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The First Winter, Chapter 1: The Winter Begins by ElleShaped, literature

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The First Winter, Chapter 1: The Winter Begins

The wind that cut through the woods howled sadly and scrabbled at the small cottage, trying with its claws of ice and breath of frost to get inside and smother the small fire within. Inside, the young girl sitting near to the fire jumped in surprise and looked fearfully at the window, suddenly wondering if the noise was something more than the wind. On a wooden rocking chair in the corner, her grandmother laughed quietly and then leaned forward. "Ailin, dear, would you like to hear a story?" The girl looked at the window for a few moments longer before turning to the old woman. "Yes, please Auntie Nem! I love your stories." Amused at how q...

The First Winter, Chapter 2: The Ice In The Sky by ElleShaped, literature

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The First Winter, Chapter 2: The Ice In The Sky

Several days later, most of the ponds and streams in the forest had completely frozen over. Once the weather cleared, the morning air was cool and still. The old woman brought her young charge out to skate on the ice for the very first time. After a wonderful day of exploration and exertion, the pair returned to the small house and sat down to enjoy a stew of small game and root vegetables. As they finished their meal, Ailin looked up at her grandmother and said, "Auntie Nem, I wanna hear more of the story about the hero and the winter!"Auntie Nem laughed and cleared the cookware away, letting the cauldron of stew keep warm over the hot co...

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About ElleShaped

Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Oct 4
United States
Deviant for 15 years
www.elleshaped.com
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Silver Fragment: Setting the silver standard of greatness!

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I am a writer, a gamer, a geek, a scifi and fantasy fanatic, a DM, a GM, and speaker for Friend Computer.

I can pilot a Stabber Fleet Issue cruiser and a Deep Space Science Vessel, Intrepid Class with equal skill.

I might drain your vitality and your very soul with Affliction, or I might just run you through with a Blade while taking shots at you with an Assault Rifle.

I've flown too high and dug too deep, and I'd do it all again in an instant.

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Tombstone, Serenity, Star Wars, Silent Hill

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CSI, Bones, Law & Order, World's Dumbest...

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The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, Alphabet of Thorn, Ender's Game

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Dec 13, 2012

'The Hungering Cold', A Prelude

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thehungeringc O ldth e hun g e rin g c O l dAnna… Anna! Please…Anna? Aethra. Oh, here it comesitalwaysstartswith thehungeringc O ldToo many memories!"Dammit! Nurse! Get some paralytics STAT! She's siezing!""Catch her! Catch her!"i guess this isnt going to be one of the easy timesthehungeringcoldAgain, words then lights. Much easier to see now."Hey, there! We're glad to see you're finally stable."White coat; doctor. Look around, beds, wires, tubes, cloning facility. Nurses. Only patient.Back to white coat, but he's gone. Turn to ask nurses where he went. Gone.Alone. Naked.Freezing. So cOldcoldcold…Screaming.Then, ice and calm spreading from...