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The God of Plague and Corvids - First Draft
   The songs have come again. The gentle hums beneath his arcing mask. His long, black robes scrape at the fallen leaves upon the ground; feet crunching them to bits as he winds his way along the cobbled roads. His wordless chant is punctuated by the sickly moans shared between tormented souls. The tired coughs, the muttered prayers, final breaths lost within the wind. Children stand in awe as he moves down the alleys and pathways, his censer waving to and fro and mesmerizing them with sweetened smoke. The older folk pale and tremble, but scramble quickly to their doors. They slink down against those wooden boards and clasp their ears tightly
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Rays of Light
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The Red Wraith
Is there a name for what I am? What is a ghost that has not yet died, But fails so thoroughly to be human? What is the term for someone Who has a heart that's always clenched? Who is always either on the verge of endless tears, Or enveloped in a white hot rage? Is there a word for someone so wronged by the world, That they've already assumed That death will be their best life? Not merely the suicidal. Not merely the miserable. No, so much more than that. Is there a word for someone who is eager to haunt? Is there a word for someone who can't help but feel That the most power they'll have Is as a geist Tormenting the living th
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The Moon's Plea
   It doesn't always seem like it, but there have been times when the world was beautiful to you. Often, they came after long intervals of ugliness, and they were few and far between. But they were there. Do you remember the Moon?   Of course you do.   It came after an argument. You don't remember what it was about, though you can venture a pretty good guess. It didn't last long, but it ended in you throwing curses at your mother and her chasing you into your plain white room. You sat on the bed as she smacked your door hard into the wall behind it and began to scream at you as loudly as her lungs would allow. You don't remember what she
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A Gift to Mictlan
   Though the night is dim, the dog's abyssal black fur looks as though it's sparkling. Here he walks with dark paws in the grey sand, his claws and fangs glittering.   Like the glinting of a sword, or the reflection off a polished bullet.   He has brought the sun down for the day, and he pants to catch his breath before the bones within the graves can start to shake. When he thinks he's well enough to go, he raises his nose to the air and sniffs his way to shelter for the night.   As he goes, the femurs and spines and skulls begin to roll across his path. They shift to and fro, searching for their connections in the dust of Mictlan. Th
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Of Lilies and Asphodels
                                  Of Lilies and Asphodels   You used to call me your messenger. Your sign that God still cared. I was to rise with the sun and to grow even in the shade. I was to bear your family's name and give the letters life. I was to be your winged seed; twirling in the gusts of wind that swept across the barren fields of our legacy. From the dust, I would bring flowers. From the browns, I would bring greens. But time has not been kind to me. The wings upon me have shriveled and cracked. I, myself, have become ragged and exhausted. I lay upon the earth - dry and splintering from drought – and I can hear your voice
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The God of Plague and Corvids - First Draft
   The songs have come again. The gentle hums beneath his arcing mask. His long, black robes scrape at the fallen leaves upon the ground; feet crunching them to bits as he winds his way along the cobbled roads. His wordless chant is punctuated by the sickly moans shared between tormented souls. The tired coughs, the muttered prayers, final breaths lost within the wind. Children stand in awe as he moves down the alleys and pathways, his censer waving to and fro and mesmerizing them with sweetened smoke. The older folk pale and tremble, but scramble quickly to their doors. They slink down against those wooden boards and clasp their ears tightly
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The Red Wraith
Is there a name for what I am? What is a ghost that has not yet died, But fails so thoroughly to be human? What is the term for someone Who has a heart that's always clenched? Who is always either on the verge of endless tears, Or enveloped in a white hot rage? Is there a word for someone so wronged by the world, That they've already assumed That death will be their best life? Not merely the suicidal. Not merely the miserable. No, so much more than that. Is there a word for someone who is eager to haunt? Is there a word for someone who can't help but feel That the most power they'll have Is as a geist Tormenting the living th
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The Moon's Plea
   It doesn't always seem like it, but there have been times when the world was beautiful to you. Often, they came after long intervals of ugliness, and they were few and far between. But they were there. Do you remember the Moon?   Of course you do.   It came after an argument. You don't remember what it was about, though you can venture a pretty good guess. It didn't last long, but it ended in you throwing curses at your mother and her chasing you into your plain white room. You sat on the bed as she smacked your door hard into the wall behind it and began to scream at you as loudly as her lungs would allow. You don't remember what she
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A Gift to Mictlan
   Though the night is dim, the dog's abyssal black fur looks as though it's sparkling. Here he walks with dark paws in the grey sand, his claws and fangs glittering.   Like the glinting of a sword, or the reflection off a polished bullet.   He has brought the sun down for the day, and he pants to catch his breath before the bones within the graves can start to shake. When he thinks he's well enough to go, he raises his nose to the air and sniffs his way to shelter for the night.   As he goes, the femurs and spines and skulls begin to roll across his path. They shift to and fro, searching for their connections in the dust of Mictlan. Th
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Zen. Mystic messenger
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A Favour from Death
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*~Tarot Readings~*
Hey everyone! I wanted to announce that I am currently on a job hunt right now, but I'm interested in doing something on the side so I have money for food and necessities. Namely, I am offering up my ability to read cards in exchange for donations. I largely do three-card past/present/future readings and two-card question spreads, but there are a variety of other formats that I can discuss with anyone interested. As I said, I am doing this for donations right now so there isn't really a set price, but anything in the ballpark of $5-$10 would be ideal. And, of course, if you're willing to give more than that it would be immensely appreciated
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Back to Consistent Writing.~
    Hello all,    I just wanted to update and say that it looks as though my financial state will not be improving like I had hoped. I am on a job search currently, but in between looking for jobs I have decided to start writing again. You may recall that in my prior entries I said that I would not be writing until my finances were again stable, but since that stability is no longer a guarantee, I have decided that it will be best for me and anyone who may read my work that I start writing again. I have already posted up a first draft for a short piece that I am working on, as a show of good faith. Feel free to leave feedback on that, becau
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New Projects, Despite Financial Turmoil.
    So, I have started a new little series of pieces that I think I'm going to compile into a mini-project/booklet. One of my favourite artists teased some of his upcoming works which will - in part - revolve around a feeling of obsession. This has really gotten me thinking about that emotion as a whole and I've started channeling that energy into a document that I would like to turn into 15 short pieces and then stick all together in a collection of some sort. There are also other drafts that I'm eager to get working on again - as could be expected with the fact that only a few of the projects from my prior list have been completed. Many of
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