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Shattered

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Shattered

She remembers it now; there’s blood (oh yes she can remember the blood thick and red and sticky and dead) and pain (it’s what she is made of now what she will be) and the feeling of something inside her mind snapping like a guitar string (it’s a musical sound almost pretty she takes care of it and remembers the sound of unrepairable) shattering and bleeding and disappearing in tiny supernovas that leave behind a strange urge to smile and the icy knowledge that this is what she is; shattered. She smiles into the darkness, eyes open but unable to see (they took care of that they did), arms wrapped around her torso and legs (a

Love is Cruel

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Love is Cruel

Love is cruel. There is no doubt in my mind about this. Love is as cruel as it is kind. It is the curve of her jaw and the silhouette of her face I study the most. she is lovely, free and happy as a bird and with the depth and beauty of a mountain lake 'neath a full moon. Sometimes the secretive veil of darkness pulls back and I am allowed to look at what resides deep down. I am captured; mesmerised by these brief glimpses of what makes her her. I hang on to her words and her beautiful accent more than I let show. She is important to me; far more so than she knows. When she speaks I listen. I love her. Fully and with all my heart, I love her.

How Barren

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How Barren

How barren, this land Once home to thousands How empty, these hands Begging for food How silent, the pantheon Sworn to protect them How unjust, the fate Assigned to the poor

Monochrome

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Monochrome

A garden clad in darkness With shadows all around A beating heart of blackened stone With veins of rubies crowned A moving star crossing skies alone The day is dead, the night has come Vanilla swirls in bowls of blood A taste of wild and tame A figure in a darkened hood Never quite the same A howling moon so far away The desert crawls with life today Swimming in the river deep An ancient beast is deep asleep Buried treasure 'neath the tree Not for mortal eyes to see A pen on paper, scratching words Monochrome, a page of blurs Light in darkness, shining weak Frightened children for it seek Yet, once the fleeting light is found Cold ashes

Whispers the Wind

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Whispers the Wind

Whispers the wind In the hours of day Unheard O'er the noise Of life, as it passes Whispers the wind In the hours of night Unheard In the silence Of dark, as it passes Whispers the wind In the hours between Heard In changing light And sound, as it rests
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Shattered

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Shattered

She remembers it now; there’s blood (oh yes she can remember the blood thick and red and sticky and dead) and pain (it’s what she is made of now what she will be) and the feeling of something inside her mind snapping like a guitar string (it’s a musical sound almost pretty she takes care of it and remembers the sound of unrepairable) shattering and bleeding and disappearing in tiny supernovas that leave behind a strange urge to smile and the icy knowledge that this is what she is; shattered. She smiles into the darkness, eyes open but unable to see (they took care of that they did), arms wrapped around her torso and legs (a

Love is Cruel

L

Love is Cruel

Love is cruel. There is no doubt in my mind about this. Love is as cruel as it is kind. It is the curve of her jaw and the silhouette of her face I study the most. she is lovely, free and happy as a bird and with the depth and beauty of a mountain lake 'neath a full moon. Sometimes the secretive veil of darkness pulls back and I am allowed to look at what resides deep down. I am captured; mesmerised by these brief glimpses of what makes her her. I hang on to her words and her beautiful accent more than I let show. She is important to me; far more so than she knows. When she speaks I listen. I love her. Fully and with all my heart, I love her.

How Barren

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How Barren

How barren, this land Once home to thousands How empty, these hands Begging for food How silent, the pantheon Sworn to protect them How unjust, the fate Assigned to the poor

Monochrome

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Monochrome

A garden clad in darkness With shadows all around A beating heart of blackened stone With veins of rubies crowned A moving star crossing skies alone The day is dead, the night has come Vanilla swirls in bowls of blood A taste of wild and tame A figure in a darkened hood Never quite the same A howling moon so far away The desert crawls with life today Swimming in the river deep An ancient beast is deep asleep Buried treasure 'neath the tree Not for mortal eyes to see A pen on paper, scratching words Monochrome, a page of blurs Light in darkness, shining weak Frightened children for it seek Yet, once the fleeting light is found Cold ashes

Whispers the Wind

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Whispers the Wind

Whispers the wind In the hours of day Unheard O'er the noise Of life, as it passes Whispers the wind In the hours of night Unheard In the silence Of dark, as it passes Whispers the wind In the hours between Heard In changing light And sound, as it rests

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Monochrome

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Monochrome

A garden clad in darkness With shadows all around A beating heart of blackened stone With veins of rubies crowned A moving star crossing skies alone The day is dead, the night has come Vanilla swirls in bowls of blood A taste of wild and tame A figure in a darkened hood Never quite the same A howling moon so far away The desert crawls with life today Swimming in the river deep An ancient beast is deep asleep Buried treasure 'neath the tree Not for mortal eyes to see A pen on paper, scratching words Monochrome, a page of blurs Light in darkness, shining weak Frightened children for it seek Yet, once the fleeting light is found Cold ashes
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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
  • Jan 18, 1996
  • United Kingdom
  • Deviant for 9 years
  • She / Her
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My Bio
Hi.
I'm seventeen and I love writing. Drawing is for me a side hobby, and I'm not really that good. I'm not very good at anatomy, especially human, but shading is easy for me.
What I draw: Um... lots of different things really. I have a tendency to doodle eyes and fangs, though.
What I write: Fantasy and/or Science Fiction. I'm a hardcore Tolkien fan, a Sherlockian and an amateur dragonologist. I'm working my way through Marvel films at the moment, too, and am obsessed with Mass Effect and Welcome to Night Vale.
Currently working on:
-Book ideas. I've two at the moment, one I've done lots of research for and one I haven't.
-Random art; I'M OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS PEOPLE!

Current Residence: Host home
Favourite genre of music: Oh wow. Many, but few modern.
Favourite style of art: I work mostly with words, so words it is.
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Wallpaper of choice: Professor Mordin Solus from Mass Effect
Favourite cartoon character: Idefix
Personal Quote: A poet's heart and a storytellers mind trapped in the body of an unmotivated teen is what I am.

Favourite Movies
LotR Triology
Favourite TV Shows
Frozen Planet, Sherlock
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Oh... Enya, David Arkenstone, Vangelis, Jean Michel Jarre and of course Howard Shore.
Favourite Books
Current fav book: Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
Favourite Writers
Professor Tolkien, Terry Pratchett, Neal Stephenson
Favourite Games
strategy/sim-games
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Coloured pencils, different pens, laptop with Word
Other Interests
reading, drawing, dragonology, gaming

Night Vale, England and General Updates

Night Vale, England and General Updates

Hello! I had a look at my journal and realized a few things: 1. It is several months old and hopelessly out-of-date 2. There's stuff you guys don't know yet. 3. It's stupid to have it up. So I've decided to update you on my going-ons! *receives applause* First thing first: The General Update. Life is moving along just fine. I art, I write, I spend time with my friends and I plot the extinction of the human race. My newest book idea requires me to kill off humanity in about fifty years, which I'll accomplish with a combination of a lethal, natural pandemic (we're overdue for one anyways), an extremely lethal engineered pandemic, and a se

Flight Rising

Flight Rising

FR is ONLINE! After waiting eleven hours for my confirmation email and finally getting it when someone on the FR team manually extracted my confirmation code and sent me, I'm in the game! My custom starter Mirror female Firden is awesome. Her Tundra mate, however..... I had to name him Marshmallow. Tundras are very fluffy dragons and Marshmallow is pink and a light-ish blue. And of their three kids, only green and brown Lore was a keeper. I used my Imperial scroll on her, so I get a pretty Imperial female :3 I'm looking for a Guardian mate for her right now. If you're already in Flight Rising or planning to join once it opens to the genera

Skins!

Skins!

Hello! I may or may not have mentioned Flight Rising before. Flight Rising is a new (as in, not yet open) browser game with dragons. Yes, that's right. DRAGONS. Apart from the sheer awesomeness of that alone, they have something called skins. A skin, in Flight Rising, is like a piece of apparel. It's the lineart and shadowing of the dragon, but with a completely cusom-made pattern, with custom colours etc. You download a file with the dragon you want to create a skin for, and as long as you leave the lineart and shadows alone and don't use jet black, pictures etc and keep it reasonable, you're free to make whatever you want. So far I've se

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CaptainNCStudent General Artist
Thanks for the fav on my Journey piece!! :D
UrbanNightmareHobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the :+fav:!
Simply-PsychoStudent General Artist
Thank you for the fave~! I really appreciate it ^-^ <3
LizardhoundHobbyist Writer
you're welcome :)
Simply-PsychoStudent General Artist
^-^