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Odyssey: In the Grasp of Fate, Chapter 1 by jonwassing, literature

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Odyssey: In the Grasp of Fate, Chapter 1

Beautiful and still. Those were the two first words that Cyssa thought of anytime she looked out into open space. The glory of the cosmos was an unending maelstrom of light and colour, each pinprick star a masterpiece sculpted by the hands of Gods. Whenever the young Val Anura took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her workplace she felt the same way she had back when she first laid eyes on hard vacuum. Freedom, this was true freedom. Cyssa sighed, then leaned back in her chair and balanced her Dac-pad on her knees before un-pausing her show. She may enjoy working in space every day, but even at faster th

Inevitable by jonwassing, literature

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Inevitable

Al paused, gooseflesh rippling over his arms as an eerie tingling convulsed it's way down his spine. He shook his head and fitted the wrench onto the pipe, grunting in satisfaction as he moved the fitting back into place and sealed the two pipes together again. "Alright, you." He said to no one in particular, "let's see if that did the trick." Placing the wrench back into his toolbox, Al reached up and clasped the valve on the pipe above his head; easing it slowly to the open position. After waiting a moment to make sure there were no leaks, he grunted again and packed up his toolbox. "There we go," he mutte

Dancing in the Shadows, Chpt 1 by jonwassing, literature

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Dancing in the Shadows, Chpt 1

Nawra was no stranger to teleportation. She'd been summoned all over the human world and the City of Brass more times than she could count, but this time something felt wrong. It was like a heavy weight was wrapped tight around her chest, and Nawra gasped for breath the instant she rematerialized. "Grab her, hold her still!" The voices were fuzzy at first, but came into focus as Nawras' head cleared. Two burly men clasped her arms, forcing her down onto her knees. "Let go of me!" Nawra struggled against their grip, shocked that she couldn't break free. She felt weak and sluggish, as if something were drainin

Of Predators and Prey (Part1) by jonwassing, literature

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Of Predators and Prey (Part1)

"So, you're not really an elf." I look up from my bowl of stew, surprised. The sorceress across the fire grins at me, her strange blue eyes shimmering in the flickering light. "What are you talking about?" I quickly return to eating my food. "This hunter's been after me for a long time, and usually he just ignores elves. He's already tried to kill you, so I think you're something else." Acera smiles, finishing the song she had been strumming on her lute. "Really?" I do my best to sound nonchalant, "why is he hunting you, then?" "Oh come on Faylen, look at me." Acera laughs, the cheerful noise tinkles like a bell. "He's probably after me cause I'm not like everyone else." I'm forced to agree, Acera looks very different from most of the people I've met. Her skin and hair are both pale white save for a slight lavender tint on her cheeks and around her eyes. As if to make up for the lack of colour on her skin and hair, Acera's eyes are shockingly blue; their hue is so vivid they

A Chance Encounter, Chapter 1 by jonwassing, literature

The Hands That Shape Our World by jonwassing, literature

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The Hands That Shape Our World

I remember her hands the most. There on that day, under the harsh glow of the hospital lights, her hands had been so small and frail in mine that I almost couldn't recognise them. Those hands used to pick me up when I fell, brush me off and put a salve to all my grievous boyhood wounds. I watched those same hands stop a wild charging animal, radiating courage and power while my father and I hid in the car. Those hands held others, gripping tight as teardrops stained them or shook with fright. No person was ever left on their own around her. If they were in need of help or friendship, those hands would descend to upli

The Legend of Longing... by jonwassing, literature

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The Legend of Longing...

Uncomfortable upon the stones I sit, waiting for your arrival. My steed paws at the ground in a moment of impatience, tugging defiantly at the lead in my listless hand. Time's strange ebb and flow has resumed its course, surging forwards where once there was a whirling eddy. Then, like a ray of light on an overcast day, you appear. Youthful ringlets of flaxen hair pulled up into a headscarf of the purest white. You pause in your path without seeing me, stooping to tenderly caress a pink tulip petal. There is beauty beyond compare beneath your youthful countenance, and I plead daily with the stream of time to rush ever faster and

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Jan 6
Canada
Deviant for 18 years
www.wattpad.com/user/jonwassing
He / Him

My Bio

Hello, I'm a funny duck from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada

I love Fantasy, sci-fi, history and pretty much anything to do with Scotland. I also picked up a little latin for fun, just to kind of show you how weird I am. Ex Vita Facit Hominem Es.

I also speak spanish fluently, so if you need help with any kind of translating, soy su hombre.

Eclipse is currently messing with my literature a lot, so be patient if it looks like I'm dead.

Favourite Visual Artist

Phantasmagora, SirTiefling, Mistava, Nebezial, L3monJuic3

Favourite Movies

Starting to really get into medival movies and stories.

Favourite TV Shows

The Last Kingdom, Outlander, Dragon Prince, This Is Us

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Lindsey Stirling, Nightwish, along with a few others.

Favourite Books

All of a Song of Ice and Fire, Harry potter is still up there, The Saxon Chronicles

Favourite Writers

Too many for this little space.

Favourite Games

Anything Fallout, Dragon age or Elder scrolls. Mass effect is slightly below those.

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS4 or PC (don't really have a PC right now though.)

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, pen, computer and my ratty notebook.

Other Interests

I love videogames but lack any real skill to make or be part of making one. Was considering making a TTRPG at one point. Also knifesmithing.

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jonwassing

Sep 8, 2021

I know I promised that I wasn't dead, and I swear I'm not. But... I've set in motion some very scary things in my life and I'm probably going to be sporatic at best until they settle. Hopefully these scary things will be good for me, and ease a lot of the darkness that has enveloped me these days. Hopefully I'll get back to posting soon, and I feel guiltier and guiltier every time I can't find the time. ^^; Just keep being patient with me guys, not much longer now.

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jonwassing

Jun 22, 2021

STILL not dead... Just ran afoul of a lot of stumbling blocks; some my own, some not. Will update soon, I promise.

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jonwassing

Mar 6, 2021

BACK FROM THE DEAD!

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I LIIIIIIIIIIVE! So, to anyone worried out there: No, I'm not gone or MIA. Lots has happened to me since the last time I logged on, and admittedly I have been feeling really low. I've been struggling lately. Not sure if it's my imposter syndrome, some kind of undiagnosed depression, a lack of enthusiasium brought about by the plunge in numbers here post-eclipse or just this whole COVID year, but I have been in a pretty low place this past couple of months. Let me paint a picture for you. I was in my kitchen cooking Chickpea Latkes (My own twist on a recipie I found online, my apologies for any jewish/polish people out there offended that I desecrated your wonderful dish) when I noticed the batter was runny. I slipped a few into the pan to cook them and they immediatly looked wrong. Whether I had added too much egg or hadn't dried my ingredients out enough they where burning into slop instead of cooking into wonderful little savoury pancakes. I threw aside my spatula and yelled at