#14 Highest ambitions, Exuberantly best-laid plans, Making youthful dreams, Ever fleeting, they can change, By heart's whimsy or fate's hand #15 Awake from night's dream, Your death so vivid, feeling raw, Chilling sweat, it burns, Words my soul wishes to say, Whether real or fake, unknown #16 I can't unsee it, Wounds painted in crimson tones, Above the body, Deafening, it screams for me, Reflecting your deepest self #17 A jubilation, Sparkling happiness and sun, Simple and kind acts, That smile ensnares my soul, The panacea of sadness #18 Newest visitor, Be a silent observer, See us as we are, Harbingers of our own fate, Hopefully for better days #19 Fill my cup to brim, Of wasted tears, foolish dreams, The naive gesture, Neither quenches nor destroys, Memories of liquid pain #20 Heartbeats out of time, Warmth flickering to winter, More frigid than ice, The unknown tastes much sweeter, Than acrid, broken feelings #21 "You doing okay?" My words choke and eyes widen, The
#5 It's overwhelming, How the false sense of normal, Can persuade the mind, That hole within my stomach, Grows larger, never leaving. #6 The wild overgrowth, Golden and crisp to the touch, Bathed summer embers, Poised and ready for attack, Smoky tears transcend spring rains. #7 Young winds of summer, Carry tomorrow's wishes, No bite nor malice, The playful invitation, To fulfill heart's wanderlust. #8 To ignore sorrow, Displaces darkness inside, Into areas, Weak to devastating whims, Once cracked, the bottle breaks. #9 Impatient yearning, Fateful meetings often lost, By hurried splendor, Time grains loose like desert sand, Careful which hand it slips through. #10 The sting of a bee, A final moment of life, Split-second of pain, Apprehension of that act, Leads to fear of benevolence. #11 It's sentimental, Naive innocence of tears, At sorrow's beget, Or whimsical happiness, A vulnerable strength sits, In emotions' full display. #12 A fond memory, Bathed in pillars of green, Soft
#1
The worst sting of all,
Not in loud tones, nor hushed,
My innermost pride,
Shattered completely in twain,
Why think of me so poorly?
#2
Never enough is
the repeating voice within,
Like the toll of bells,
Crashing with each new ringing,
So loud it silences all
#3
My disinterest,
Lies not with material,
But faith in myself,
Ever fleeting, it weakens,
Silence like a wayward cure
#4
How do you measure,
A nighttime conversation,
Is it a prelude?
Reflection of dark shows truth,
Will the morning be the same?
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 5: Ripples of Darkness} by kaethus, literature
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 5: Ripples of Darkness}
[Act 5 (Final Act) - A Peculiar Self]
Ripples of color danced in the darkness behind her eyes, forming slowly into shapes. The feeling that mist or cold fog surrounded her caused her to open her eyes and she shuddered. Before her lay the crescent-shaped pool of water, but it was darkened. Where earlier she could easily see the other islands nearby, they were blotted by a thick fog now. Darkness surrounded her and she shivered in the cold, her eyes blinking wildly to adjust to the new lack of light. Suddenly, a movement attracted her attention and with apprehension, she turned to stare at the shadows of the rock outcropping she'd noticed earl
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 4: Isle of Colors} by kaethus, literature
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 4: Isle of Colors}
[Act 4: Pilgrimage]
Fresh saltwater splashed along the side of the small boat, dousing her ears with the water. She took a deep breath of it and grinned out at the ocean. It was a fickle thing, her calling. Spritz had gone further than she ever had before. Over the course of a few weeks, she had passed through Faerindell, Bellmoril, Enmir and stayed at a small traveler hostel at Ealei, though she didn't venture much into the actual region. The constant movement was like experiencing whiplash, being pulled to the four corners of Eyre and beyond. From the trajectory she had, moving down south to the marshlands and towards the large tree at Eal
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 3: The Bog Boogaloo} by kaethus, literature
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 3: The Bog Boogaloo}
[Act 3 - Marsh Myths]
The wetlands were wet. An obvious sentiment that likely anyone in Eyre would roll their eyes upon hearing, but for a newcomer of the concept, it was a startling revelation. In her temporary lodging, Spritz had spent several days watching the sky open and sob its heart out. Around her, business in the Cindermarsh town never stopped. She could see the bustling waterway down below the in, moving with small boats and rafts down from the tree-laden waterway and out to where the tower overlooked the domes of commerce. Even the smells kicked up by the rain were things that reminded her of damn earth and old woods. At first, sh
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 2: Tall Fears Over Waterways} by kaethus, literature
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 2: Tall Fears Over Waterways}
[Act 2 - Face Your Fears]
Once, someone had told the young kittom that walking south was "as easy as walking downhill". Whoever that had been was thoroughly wrong in every sense of the word and Spritz peppered her thoughts with words her small shred of decency wouldn't even let her utter. The jagged peaks of Bellmoril were the bane of her existence and she spent many nights on the road, finding the paths between the towering edges of the rocks. It added an unnecessary length to her journey, but she pressed on regardless, weaving her way through the vertical lands of the mountains. Internally she groaned at every new craggy peak, even while i
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 1: The Hills have Grumps} by kaethus, literature
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 1: The Hills have Grumps}
[Act 1 - Stepping Into the Unknown]
There was no other way to describe it other than a low roar ringing in her ears: white noise that was as fleeting as hummingbirds. While it started in intervals, often after intense play sessions, it had developed into a constant companion. In the few moments she got actual conscious answers from her father, he had muttered something about "the calling," but, as per usual, got distracted by something and did not elaborate further. The lackluster conversation left her feeling lost again. What was a calling? Was it something she needed to see a doctor for? The noise was like a blanket, one that was too warm
{Elnin Prompt:The Hallow Witch} Tree in the Ash by kaethus, literature
{Elnin Prompt:The Hallow Witch} Tree in the Ash
The sickly sweet aroma of decay kicked up around him as the disturbed leaves crunched under his paws. Memories of autumns past fell to the wayside while the aroma hung low over his small frame. Kalpasi shuddered and exhaled slowly out of his mouth. Focus was going to be his salvation in this endeavor, he couldn’t be distracted now. But from the deepest recesses of his mind played the whispers. Stories of those far and wide looped endlessly, like a constant static noise deep in his ears.
"The darkest path… witching hour…"
He shook his head and jumped a rock in his way.
"…takes more than you want..."
Teeth clattered
[Treatropolis] Stygian Side - SQ 2 #7 [S-347] by kaethus, literature
[Treatropolis] Stygian Side - SQ 2 #7 [S-347]
The end was something that existed, surely for everything.
Kellas contemplated that from a half-melted graham cracker bench, sipping from a lukewarm cup of coffee. The day felt lazy to him. The other committee members were talking about some random discovers, huddled to their notebooks and clipboards. He had his hands on his too, staring at the now worn pages from looking over the city. Drawings, musings and any scribbles poured over the pages. That pleased him. At least down to his core, he had that information. Possibly scars to go along with it.
Neglect had plagued him since the research began, however. Returning to his kingdom was usual
#14 Highest ambitions, Exuberantly best-laid plans, Making youthful dreams, Ever fleeting, they can change, By heart's whimsy or fate's hand #15 Awake from night's dream, Your death so vivid, feeling raw, Chilling sweat, it burns, Words my soul wishes to say, Whether real or fake, unknown #16 I can't unsee it, Wounds painted in crimson tones, Above the body, Deafening, it screams for me, Reflecting your deepest self #17 A jubilation, Sparkling happiness and sun, Simple and kind acts, That smile ensnares my soul, The panacea of sadness #18 Newest visitor, Be a silent observer, See us as we are, Harbingers of our own fate, Hopefully for better days #19 Fill my cup to brim, Of wasted tears, foolish dreams, The naive gesture, Neither quenches nor destroys, Memories of liquid pain #20 Heartbeats out of time, Warmth flickering to winter, More frigid than ice, The unknown tastes much sweeter, Than acrid, broken feelings #21 "You doing okay?" My words choke and eyes widen, The
#5 It's overwhelming, How the false sense of normal, Can persuade the mind, That hole within my stomach, Grows larger, never leaving. #6 The wild overgrowth, Golden and crisp to the touch, Bathed summer embers, Poised and ready for attack, Smoky tears transcend spring rains. #7 Young winds of summer, Carry tomorrow's wishes, No bite nor malice, The playful invitation, To fulfill heart's wanderlust. #8 To ignore sorrow, Displaces darkness inside, Into areas, Weak to devastating whims, Once cracked, the bottle breaks. #9 Impatient yearning, Fateful meetings often lost, By hurried splendor, Time grains loose like desert sand, Careful which hand it slips through. #10 The sting of a bee, A final moment of life, Split-second of pain, Apprehension of that act, Leads to fear of benevolence. #11 It's sentimental, Naive innocence of tears, At sorrow's beget, Or whimsical happiness, A vulnerable strength sits, In emotions' full display. #12 A fond memory, Bathed in pillars of green, Soft
#1
The worst sting of all,
Not in loud tones, nor hushed,
My innermost pride,
Shattered completely in twain,
Why think of me so poorly?
#2
Never enough is
the repeating voice within,
Like the toll of bells,
Crashing with each new ringing,
So loud it silences all
#3
My disinterest,
Lies not with material,
But faith in myself,
Ever fleeting, it weakens,
Silence like a wayward cure
#4
How do you measure,
A nighttime conversation,
Is it a prelude?
Reflection of dark shows truth,
Will the morning be the same?
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 5: Ripples of Darkness} by kaethus, literature
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 5: Ripples of Darkness}
[Act 5 (Final Act) - A Peculiar Self]
Ripples of color danced in the darkness behind her eyes, forming slowly into shapes. The feeling that mist or cold fog surrounded her caused her to open her eyes and she shuddered. Before her lay the crescent-shaped pool of water, but it was darkened. Where earlier she could easily see the other islands nearby, they were blotted by a thick fog now. Darkness surrounded her and she shivered in the cold, her eyes blinking wildly to adjust to the new lack of light. Suddenly, a movement attracted her attention and with apprehension, she turned to stare at the shadows of the rock outcropping she'd noticed earl
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 4: Isle of Colors} by kaethus, literature
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 4: Isle of Colors}
[Act 4: Pilgrimage]
Fresh saltwater splashed along the side of the small boat, dousing her ears with the water. She took a deep breath of it and grinned out at the ocean. It was a fickle thing, her calling. Spritz had gone further than she ever had before. Over the course of a few weeks, she had passed through Faerindell, Bellmoril, Enmir and stayed at a small traveler hostel at Ealei, though she didn't venture much into the actual region. The constant movement was like experiencing whiplash, being pulled to the four corners of Eyre and beyond. From the trajectory she had, moving down south to the marshlands and towards the large tree at Eal
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 3: The Bog Boogaloo} by kaethus, literature
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 3: The Bog Boogaloo}
[Act 3 - Marsh Myths]
The wetlands were wet. An obvious sentiment that likely anyone in Eyre would roll their eyes upon hearing, but for a newcomer of the concept, it was a startling revelation. In her temporary lodging, Spritz had spent several days watching the sky open and sob its heart out. Around her, business in the Cindermarsh town never stopped. She could see the bustling waterway down below the in, moving with small boats and rafts down from the tree-laden waterway and out to where the tower overlooked the domes of commerce. Even the smells kicked up by the rain were things that reminded her of damn earth and old woods. At first, sh
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 2: Tall Fears Over Waterways} by kaethus, literature
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 2: Tall Fears Over Waterways}
[Act 2 - Face Your Fears]
Once, someone had told the young kittom that walking south was "as easy as walking downhill". Whoever that had been was thoroughly wrong in every sense of the word and Spritz peppered her thoughts with words her small shred of decency wouldn't even let her utter. The jagged peaks of Bellmoril were the bane of her existence and she spent many nights on the road, finding the paths between the towering edges of the rocks. It added an unnecessary length to her journey, but she pressed on regardless, weaving her way through the vertical lands of the mountains. Internally she groaned at every new craggy peak, even while i
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 1: The Hills have Grumps} by kaethus, literature
{Elnin: Spritz - Act 1: The Hills have Grumps}
[Act 1 - Stepping Into the Unknown]
There was no other way to describe it other than a low roar ringing in her ears: white noise that was as fleeting as hummingbirds. While it started in intervals, often after intense play sessions, it had developed into a constant companion. In the few moments she got actual conscious answers from her father, he had muttered something about "the calling," but, as per usual, got distracted by something and did not elaborate further. The lackluster conversation left her feeling lost again. What was a calling? Was it something she needed to see a doctor for? The noise was like a blanket, one that was too warm
{Elnin Prompt:The Hallow Witch} Tree in the Ash by kaethus, literature
{Elnin Prompt:The Hallow Witch} Tree in the Ash
The sickly sweet aroma of decay kicked up around him as the disturbed leaves crunched under his paws. Memories of autumns past fell to the wayside while the aroma hung low over his small frame. Kalpasi shuddered and exhaled slowly out of his mouth. Focus was going to be his salvation in this endeavor, he couldn’t be distracted now. But from the deepest recesses of his mind played the whispers. Stories of those far and wide looped endlessly, like a constant static noise deep in his ears.
"The darkest path… witching hour…"
He shook his head and jumped a rock in his way.
"…takes more than you want..."
Teeth clattered
[Treatropolis] Stygian Side - SQ 2 #7 [S-347] by kaethus, literature
[Treatropolis] Stygian Side - SQ 2 #7 [S-347]
The end was something that existed, surely for everything.
Kellas contemplated that from a half-melted graham cracker bench, sipping from a lukewarm cup of coffee. The day felt lazy to him. The other committee members were talking about some random discovers, huddled to their notebooks and clipboards. He had his hands on his too, staring at the now worn pages from looking over the city. Drawings, musings and any scribbles poured over the pages. That pleased him. At least down to his core, he had that information. Possibly scars to go along with it.
Neglect had plagued him since the research began, however. Returning to his kingdom was usual
Hello~! ヾ(^∇^) I am kaethus. You can also call me kuu or nev. I'm no good at drawing really, but want to share my photos and occasional terrible doodle with the world. (`ω´)