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What Goes Down... - Chapter 2
 "By order of the High King, this village and all who dwell within are named subject to purgation, to prevent the further spread of blight in the kingdom!" A great agonized moan went up from the crowd. There was wailing and lamentation, and far less shouts of anger and disagreement than there should have been. More people should have cried out, spoken up against what they were hearing, but for whatever reason the small village put up surprisingly little fight against its death sentence. Perhaps it was the intimidating presence of the steel-clad knights and their warhorses, or perhaps the imposing, authoritative words of the royal edict itsel
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What Goes Down...
 Rainstorms are not unusual, and storms in general are merely a sign of changing weather patterns, not a harbinger of misfortune and peril. At least under normal circumstances, anyway: the storm that had whirled itself into existence over the valley of Barrow Hill was a thing unto itself, which raged and spat and expended as much energy as it possibly could being loud and destructive. Top-heavy trees began to crack and fall to the ground in the forests, and in the small town surrounded by trees the roofs were losing shingles at an alarming rate. God Himself has come to the Valley to punish me. He ran from the cottage, a small bundle of ra
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Oh, Broken World
I look upon this broken world, So hateful is the day, That we were brought to fall, and hurled From light to shades of gray. No love, no hope, no light, and thus, As all who know can say, That if we ever truly live, It’s quick to go away. So seek and grasp, chase after love, And earn your blissful day, For life will be along quite quick To whisk your joys away. Too short is life, too great is pain, So quickly goodness fades, But we must never cease to strive In hope it someday stays. But were this world, of pain and sorrow, To burn and blow away, And leave no hope, and no tomorrow, “Good riddance,” would I sa
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Champions of Light 0 -ROUGH-
The paladin was shaking as he made a frantic grab for his sword. It had been lost somewhere below the ankle-deep water during the first moments of the battle, and he knew without it there was almost no chance he could win. The wraith would be upon him in seconds. As he grasped a rock and cast it aside underwater, still trying to find his sword, he rued the day he’d been appointed this task. Even for the Church, there were limits. Fighting vampires was definitely not something he enjoyed. Without his blade, he would have to use his bare hands to defend himself. Considering the stagnant water of the catacombs would probably set his armor
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All the Points
Triple word, double letter crappy scores but getting better if she'd just get buzzed enough winning wouldn't be so tough. Talking, laughing, drinks distracting us from any timely acting. Tiles moving, pay attention to the words you shouldn't mention she should win a damn award for being Duchess of the Board. A word's worthless without a letter, my pretension I unfetter, all of my vocabulary might not help me win - how scary. Hesitance now in remission, not to lose, now that's my mission as I spot the perfect word and set it down - I'll show that bird. Victory! At last I've done it, it's about time that I won it, this shoul
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Lemon
crisp, clean lemon's mean tanginess assaults the senses lowering the tongue's defenses if smell were bright and essence shone this blinding light could char the bone of lemon, there's not much to say it's simply always been this way.
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Monster Island
The earth shakes at their step, even the ground cringes in fear! The trees collapse into splinters, crushed by the tails of ancient powers. On either side of the river they stand, these titans poised and ready to fight to the death. One on all fours, his back decorated with spines, he bellows an echoing challenge to the other, a massive spider. The pause before the battle, a tensing of muscles, an inhalation of breath. Then a bellowing cry as the titan with spikes and fangs lunges forward. Rolling, tumbling in a flying tackle, his foe loses its balance her spindly legs tangle and flail as they plummet into the river. A terrible si
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Heart of Paper, Blood of Ink
I put my heart on paper and I sent it to the world, With a prayer that those who found it would have mental wings unfurl'd. I used my blood to mix the ink – the purest kind there is, Then the whole world knew for certain that I meant just what I did. Was I born so I could share my thoughts with everyone I met? Or am I here for reasons I can't understand just yet? Do I write because I love the words, or because words love me? If there's any kind of difference, it's not one that I can see.
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Of Birds and Glass
The Son I feel it pressing upon me, looming over my shoulder, hiding the world even from the corners of my eyes, where I see it best. It stalks me like a lion, mockingly, with little interest in the kill when it has such a fine chase to enjoy. It is one of the many, many days during which I am conscious of the darkness, coming to press viciously against my shoulders. Once in a while this happens: I realize there are no signs, no codes, but at the same time I know that even if they aren't there, I see them. Knowing I can never escape but being aware of the darkness is so much more painful than simply being lost in that twisted world. There
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What Goes Down...
 Rainstorms are not unusual, and storms in general are merely a sign of changing weather patterns, not a harbinger of misfortune and peril. At least under normal circumstances, anyway: the storm that had whirled itself into existence over the valley of Barrow Hill was a thing unto itself, which raged and spat and expended as much energy as it possibly could being loud and destructive. Top-heavy trees began to crack and fall to the ground in the forests, and in the small town surrounded by trees the roofs were losing shingles at an alarming rate. God Himself has come to the Valley to punish me. He ran from the cottage, a small bundle of ra
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Oh, Broken World
I look upon this broken world, So hateful is the day, That we were brought to fall, and hurled From light to shades of gray. No love, no hope, no light, and thus, As all who know can say, That if we ever truly live, It’s quick to go away. So seek and grasp, chase after love, And earn your blissful day, For life will be along quite quick To whisk your joys away. Too short is life, too great is pain, So quickly goodness fades, But we must never cease to strive In hope it someday stays. But were this world, of pain and sorrow, To burn and blow away, And leave no hope, and no tomorrow, “Good riddance,” would I sa
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Champions of Light 0 -ROUGH-
The paladin was shaking as he made a frantic grab for his sword. It had been lost somewhere below the ankle-deep water during the first moments of the battle, and he knew without it there was almost no chance he could win. The wraith would be upon him in seconds. As he grasped a rock and cast it aside underwater, still trying to find his sword, he rued the day he’d been appointed this task. Even for the Church, there were limits. Fighting vampires was definitely not something he enjoyed. Without his blade, he would have to use his bare hands to defend himself. Considering the stagnant water of the catacombs would probably set his armor
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All the Points
Triple word, double letter crappy scores but getting better if she'd just get buzzed enough winning wouldn't be so tough. Talking, laughing, drinks distracting us from any timely acting. Tiles moving, pay attention to the words you shouldn't mention she should win a damn award for being Duchess of the Board. A word's worthless without a letter, my pretension I unfetter, all of my vocabulary might not help me win - how scary. Hesitance now in remission, not to lose, now that's my mission as I spot the perfect word and set it down - I'll show that bird. Victory! At last I've done it, it's about time that I won it, this shoul
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Lemon
crisp, clean lemon's mean tanginess assaults the senses lowering the tongue's defenses if smell were bright and essence shone this blinding light could char the bone of lemon, there's not much to say it's simply always been this way.
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Monster Island
The earth shakes at their step, even the ground cringes in fear! The trees collapse into splinters, crushed by the tails of ancient powers. On either side of the river they stand, these titans poised and ready to fight to the death. One on all fours, his back decorated with spines, he bellows an echoing challenge to the other, a massive spider. The pause before the battle, a tensing of muscles, an inhalation of breath. Then a bellowing cry as the titan with spikes and fangs lunges forward. Rolling, tumbling in a flying tackle, his foe loses its balance her spindly legs tangle and flail as they plummet into the river. A terrible si
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Heart of Paper, Blood of Ink
I put my heart on paper and I sent it to the world, With a prayer that those who found it would have mental wings unfurl'd. I used my blood to mix the ink – the purest kind there is, Then the whole world knew for certain that I meant just what I did. Was I born so I could share my thoughts with everyone I met? Or am I here for reasons I can't understand just yet? Do I write because I love the words, or because words love me? If there's any kind of difference, it's not one that I can see.
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Of Birds and Glass
The Son I feel it pressing upon me, looming over my shoulder, hiding the world even from the corners of my eyes, where I see it best. It stalks me like a lion, mockingly, with little interest in the kill when it has such a fine chase to enjoy. It is one of the many, many days during which I am conscious of the darkness, coming to press viciously against my shoulders. Once in a while this happens: I realize there are no signs, no codes, but at the same time I know that even if they aren't there, I see them. Knowing I can never escape but being aware of the darkness is so much more painful than simply being lost in that twisted world. There
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John and Mary Die
For this creative writing exercise, I had to rewrite a scene from a piece I'd read in a previous class session. It concerns Mary and John, who are in an unhealthy relationship that culminates in Mary's suicide in an attempt to get John to notice her. I chose to write from the point of view of one of Mary's friends, and then had to write the story from another point of view. The end result was two pieces that fit together in a really fun way and made me really proud of myself. I hope you enjoy this, and you should definitely look for Happy Endings by Margaret Atwood to get the full context of my writing here. Here goes... === Mary never list
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Of Birds and Glass
The Son I feel it pressing upon me, looming over my shoulder, hiding the world even from the corners of my eyes, where I see it best. It stalks me like a lion, mockingly, with little interest in the kill when it has such a fine chase to enjoy. It is one of the many, many days during which I am conscious of the darkness, coming to press viciously against my shoulders. Once in a while this happens: I realize there are no signs, no codes, but at the same time I know that even if they aren't there, I see them. Knowing I can never escape but being aware of the darkness is so much more painful than simply being lost in that twisted world. There
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So I guess I'm back or whatever? I dunno. I've been working on a new project of sorts (if you can call crossdressing and then taking pictures of it a project) and I figure dA is as good a place as any to act as storage. So here we are. Enjoy and such.
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many lulz
It's HILARIOUS how many people here are ranting and raving about people adding their work to their favorites without leaving a comment. As if adding it to their favorites isn't compliment enough. Feel free to favorite things without commenting on them, comment on things without adding them to your favorites, or just swoop on by without a second glance. It's your internet. I'm a big boy, I'll live.
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I wrote this song in a paper bag!
I'm writing more now, but school and work are keeping me busy. I may not be in New Mexico much longer, but let's not start counting chickens. Suffice it to say I might have a legitimate writing job coming my way and it may necessitate a move to Los Angeles.
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JoetheGrim|Hobbyist Digital Artist
I don't know if you've noticed, but the April Fools joke this year on dA is a 'dating/matchmaking' algorithm that's supposed to find your dream match/soul-mate on dA.

After giving it a few runs (a few dozen or so) it always showed your profile as my 'perfect' match (despite the fact that I had tried various combinations of gender/preferences/age and everything else :) ).

I'm taking this a sign that we would be good friends if we were to actually know each other. :D

So, yeah; Hi, I'm Joe, and while I may not be interested in romantic relationship with you, I would like to be friends; don't worry it's not you, it's me... :D
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arsenalTXgear|Hobbyist Digital Artist
very neat story :)
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TeamGirl-Differel|Professional Interface Designer
Thanks for visiting!
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Chii-101| Traditional Artist
Damnit Nate, I suck at writing compared to you.
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kpibca|Hobbyist Writer
That makes me sad! I'm sure you're good at writing. And your pencil drawings are awesome!
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Chii-101| Traditional Artist
Thank you for that! ^^
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Chii-101| Traditional Artist
Keep up the good work.
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