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Literature
The Smile God Gave You
(Ai-oh, ai-ai-oh, ai-oh, ai-oh)
Would you ever - on a whimsy - simply dance the night away
if the world around you never know?
Do allow me - on a whimsy - as we laugh and cry to say
Some things are just too good to be true.
But have you ever - on a whimsy - smelled a rose before?
somewhere in the stars - a blessed few
share that striking smile God gave you.
(Ai-oh, ai-ai-oh, ai-oh, ai-oh)
Have you ever - on a whimsy - tasted starlight upside down
picked ripe from an autumn-coloured tree?
Ever wondered - on a whimsy - why birds sings when you're around,
flying through the world you mean to me?
And have you ever - on a whimsy - smelled a rose before
and set all of your melancholy free?
So quit asking if it's "meant to be."
(Ai-oh, ai-ai-oh, ai-oh, ai-oh)
Our weekend will end soon,
those horseplay afternoons
will be forgotten like the old man's song.
let's cherish them, my sweet,
'till the next time we meet,
like distant memories that linger on.
(whistling)
You obliged me - on a whimsy -
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Literature
Axys Tirne: Powerless Ch1
“Is this thing on?”
I double checked my camera, to make sure it was rolling and streaming, I adjusted my script so it would be visible and would read along as I go, a red streaming dot glowed faintly, and the Earth date was set to match my calendar: March 12th, 2119.
“All right, everybody, Roxanne Here, and I am coming to you live from New Washington Street, right here on the Naig; doing a pilot stream for my ‘Then and Now’ assignment!”
I flourished my introduction with down-to-earth formalities. If I was stuck with an assignment, I may as well have fun with it.
I turned my hand-me-down, hand-held camera towards my neighborhood.
“This skyscraper neighborhood complex is my home. It’s built upon a small cluster of terraformed space rocks. I live up on apartment B4 of the USNA… 1G5… ES9, but save yourselves the headache and just call it the ‘Naig’.
“The Naig is one of the oldest neighborhoods in the entire No
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Literature
The drafting board
Scribbles
Scribling
A mad man with a pen
Jots down a scribble every now and then
Fable
Fabulous
A universe within
But only complete fables can begin
Morning
Borning
Another day to write
The hands of an artist hard at work tonight
Scribbles of a fable will emerge one morn
A mad man and his universe - artiste reborn
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Literature
Outside (a 232-word poem)
Outside these events, as they unfold, my life was in and of itself, getting old.
Outside working hard, to earn one’s keep, felt like I’d only count the days, maybe sleep,
Only time would tell, if I would swim, or sink into a penniless fate most grim.
Outside holidays, that tend to rise, were everydays and gray routines in my eyes.
Outside my window shine highway lights,they signal yet another day-gone; -night.
Outside loneliness, there wasn’t much, a social life might not always feel as such.
Outside college life, I think I’m free, and yet lacked something that I used to be.
Outside family, it could be worse, but comfort needs another’s mercy – a curse.
Outside media, it’s all so real, I know sometimes the pressure is hard to feel.
Outside of our love, what remains?
Outside giving up, we can’t return, there’s only forward, on your way, So I’ve learned.
Once a day: just smile, there’s always hope, if you try, yo
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Literature
Why Must We Fight?
Sunrise.
I see the skies
you designed on Powerpoint.
Why must we fight?
And I wait
Running late
My fate throbbing in my joints
Why must we fight?
I know we haven't always seen eye to eye
And I'm not always who you want me to be
But I have more to say than just hateful cries,
Do you love me?
Why can't we just say all these things we have to say?
This reverie of harmony will never set us free.
To smash this glass ceiling in heaven standing in our way
At sunrise.
I'm lost.
I'm lost,
I'm running from the cost
Of a losing bet.
It's not fair!
It's not fair...
Hurts like a thousand nightmares
Of your silhouette.
Sunrise
Knighted and chastized
Upon old wounds annointed.
My final stand, I'll never know
Why must we fight?
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Literature
Chessboard Serenade
Funny how it all aligns;
a chessboard sets at dusk.
You are my queen,
commanding all,
free to go anywhere;
standing by me.
Read my moves between the lines--
this wooden heart has dawned.
You made me king
behind these walls,
but it just isn't fair;
You could be free!
In white and black,
these fractured hearts
Apart they cry
By checkered grids.
Like kids we rhyme,
The time we fill,
Until the day
We may unite.
Funny how it all aligns;
a chessboard sets at dusk...
You are my queen,
even if you fall.
Free to go anywhere,
just you and me.
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Literature
Romantic Thriller (Prompt: Love)
Together, we're an opened script
From your romantic thriller—
Chased all through the night
With all we treasure; turn the page —
We kiss, a duet; turn the page... 
Such passion—
Gunshot!
turn the page—! 
 
What shall we write tomorrow?
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Literature
Your Voice
We all have a voice in our hearts, to be sure!
It cries should we ever feel lonely, 
It sings Ode to Joy when it tastes the allure—
The one that we feel is our only. 
We all have a voice in our minds, don't you know?
It screams that the heart must be bonkers!
Both wronging the rights, turning high into low—
Through doubts—it divides 'til it conquers.
We all have a voice in our souls, deep inside. 
It reads what the other is feeling.
It sees who we are;
Does our rush
Coincide?
So far, 
Your dear crush
Ain't revealing!
We all have a voice, in a cage, in the dark
Sealed up so the others won't fear it. 
Don't hide it! I know you're afraid of it's bark—
But we all have this voice
Just for that one to hear it. 
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Literature
The Folklorian Magician 5: Athens
And down the labyrinth our hero fell.
Long gone were man and woman from the Earth,
Remain'd uranium across this hell;
(At least Zamos could get his money's worth.) 
A shadow crept along the ruin'd hall
And follow'd him across the eerie mud,
When Zamos turn'd around - no one at all...
"Pursue the path of dung..." Whisper'd the blood.
He went --- and in the darkness he was struck!
His rear was gor'd by future bull machine! 
The warlock call'd the sands - but had no luck ---
The minotaur had almost ax'd him clean! 
The fight went on until the wand unleash'd
When Zamos zapp'd the bull to magic quiche. 
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Literature
Joshua's Twilight
I wake to hellish noise in disarray
The heavens - full of clouds of respite thin
What rapture of cold water on my chin
It's hotter than the devil out today!
The morning starts with nightmare debts to pay
It's not a way for daydreams to begin
Tonight, is my one chance, I feel, to win
Tomorrow I would wish this fate away.
So how, dear Lord, this present day ye judge?
Are thee to damn the day into the night?
Thine life belongs to all, thine faith - for some?
I promise, lord, that I won't bear a grudge
Thou giveth mercy long prior to might
But have we what it takes to overcome?
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Literature
Predictions
The loud laughter
The call to be a thief in the sky!
A handkerchief, bearing on a whimsy --
The cat, and it’s cool place.
The laughing in the dark
Will not make them happy.
Now January and I Fight for freedom
Of the world, in the world, for the world.
A little more salt to the point,
This hot summer, You and I have no choice
But to be a team,
but will it fit for the other world?
I mostly just wanted to say
I know you have been busy
But I hope you’re doing well…
Please,
I hope you're doing well.
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Literature
The Faceless And The Scarred Ch. 8
Chapter eight - A World Keeps Turning.
Late that night, at the ungodliest hour, the black carriage clip-clopped out of Sh'ol's dreary, shadowy ghetto, and slowly crossed the Manhattan Bridge back into the streets of New York. A most strange path indeed, given it was not the way either of them came in.
There were more cars on the streets now then there were before, even this late past the witching hour, but the few drivers around them switched lanes without thinking, much less noticing that they made way for the coachman and his four horses. Inside the carriage, Gary and Penelope sat across from each other in uncomfortable silence.
"So..." Gary tried to break the tension. He breathed once more into his inhaler in Lieu of something to say. 
"..." Penelope remained silent, letting out one-third of a sigh, as something was clearly on her mind, but she couldn't say it in front of him.
"Care to explain how this hap--!" Gary began to inq
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Literature
Marathon of Sprints
It will never end!
Every time the line is crossed
Starts another lap
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Literature
Asteroids
Across the freckled night sky,
I am a falling star.
Make a wish
and I will grant it,
though I seem so far.
You sit there in the car park
and eye the city street.
Wallowing
in what self pity
gnaws upon your feet.
Beyond your orbit, somewhere,
the universe aligns.
Battering
the asteroids down,
should they cross the line.
We're like twin comets, mid-drift,
just trying to collide.
How we burn
to hear the same
three words we feel inside!
Across the freckled night sky
I am a falling star.
Make a wish
while I disintegrate
And break
apart.
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Literature
Retail Truism
The dark side of man
Does not hide behind mirrors
When before a clerk.
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My poems stem from a delicate heart and soul, coupled with a brain that thinks far too deeply into things. and a whimsical smile.
As of late I have given a lot of investment to my feelings, and the story they wish to tell, I evolve. With rhythm and words, with every day, every word, and every muse.

Thank You!

Hey There! Thank you so much for visiting my page! I hope you'll like what you see here, and read some of my works!

As of April 2018, here are some of the highlights that you can find on my page (though there might be others since I last updated this so look around!):













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Regarding Lit Commissions


REGARDING LIT COMMISSIONS...
(summer, 2018)

While presently I'm not actively searching for commissions, you are certainly welcome to bring up any requests to commission me to the table. I try to be open minded about things and if your commission request is doable and interesting enough, I might take you up on it!
Below is a short list of my creative My Do's & Don'ts:

I would do:
MEDIUM. I can write Poetry (structured, concrete or free-verse), songs lyrics, flash fiction, Short Stories, Fleshing out your OC and their bio, story consultation, letter articulation, and more.

FAVORITE GENRES. Emotional, Fantasy, supernatural, Slice of Life, contemporary, Humor (including parody), Romantic, Historical, horror (but nothing that's actually terrifying!). Rule of thumb - I like lots of subtext.

For anything else: talk to me, we'll negotiate.


I would NOT do:
ANYTHING NSFW. people that I know IRL read what I write, including some that are underage. if NSFW stories is all you want, find someone else to write it for you, thank you and goodbye.

ARTWORK. My drawing is horrendous, I'm doing your wallet a favor.

LARGE PROJECTS: I fear strongly of biting off more than I can chew during my career as a student, so I gotta limit commissions to up to 1,200 words.

*PRICES:*
Talk to me first, I'll see if I can get you a good deal. we'll discuss payment methods and sums as we discuss the rest of the commission.

FOR MORE INFORMATION - send me a note!

If I explore writing stuff I don't typically write, would you like it more or less than my usual work? 

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(Prompt challenge below)
Hey all! glad to see everyone again!

these last 3 weeks or so, I've been licking my wounds from a really intense exam season. I'm pleased to say that I did rather well for a first year college student, haha!

As I promised, my inbox was nuked, but it's refilling itself rapidly! I will still stress that I can't keep up with it's pace so please - don't take it personally if I haven't read your work, please! if there is something you feel is important that I see, I welcome you to send me a link to it via notes, so that I don't miss it!

I bought a copy of Ready Player One, which I hope to read before I have to go back to college in October. I heard it's a great book so I hope I can get behind it :D

I've also been spending my weekends watching My Hero Academia. If you don't watch it, I strongly recommend it as an shounen anime that plays on un-shounen-y tropes. if you do watch it, my fave character is Ochaco, who's yours??? I love this show too much but it makes me so happy to watch!

I want to get more writing done this summer, too, so I'm hosting a 2nd PROMPT CHALLENGE!

Here are the rules to Prince Zahn's prompt Challenge! PLEASE FAVE AND SPREAD THE WORD!



+ Buy in is only 30 points! (that's like, what, 0.30 USD or so? maybe less?)

+ to challenge PrinceZahn ("I"/"me") with a prompt (a word, phrase, famous quote OR image), reply to this Journal, or send me a note with the prompt in it to join in on the action


+ You may choose to remain anonymous.

+ The prompt may NOT contain vulgar or mature content, although the the final piece may.


+ I win the prompt challenge if I meet all of the conditions below:
*** I must write a poem or prose that incorporates the prompt(your choice, unless you don't specify) (hereby referred to as "The Piece")

*** The Piece must be published on Deviantart.


*** The Piece must be written in English.


*** The Piece must contain 300 words or less.

*** The piece has to be written, uploaded, and earn at least 10 faves within the 2 weeks of accepting the Prompt - the sooner I finish the piece, the more time I have to earn your faves.

*** I reserve the right to make a second piece. If I do, Faves between the two pieces do not stack, in such a case, Only the second piece counts towards total faves accumulated. I may not make more than 2 pieces for the same prompt challenge.

+ if YOU win - you keep your points, But I will constructively critique any 2 works of yours, or feature 4 of your works in my Journal (Your choice!)


+ If I win: I get your token fee of 30 points. payment in my profile donation box, please!

+ If I win and you can't pay me -  
Who cares! I wrote something awesome today! (Although I'd appreciate a heads up if you don't intend to pay me, we can at least discuss alternative means of payment)

+ Everyone else is encouraged to rate how well the prompt was used in the piece from 1-10. these results will be tallied later for future comparison!

Take note (and I will update this when I have the chance - The challenge expires on Saturday September 15th, 2018!


BRING IT!

  • Listening to: Billy Joel
  • Reading: (hopefully soon) Ready Player One
  • Watching: My Hero Academia
  • Playing: D&D
  • Eating: Meatballs and peas
  • Drinking: Peach Nestea

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Nathan S.
Artist | Hobbyist| Literature
Israel
I'm israeli-american; Young and naive in body,
old and wise at heart. But I'm a kind stranger,
which is the best kind of stranger. ;P

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A very special thanks
to DragonEthrealth:icondragonethrealth:
and to PsychicHexo:iconpsychichexo:
for generously keeping my CORE running!
You are both beautiful souls and a true
inspiration! Check out their stuff, when
you're done looking at mine!
And don't forget to say hello to these angels.
They deserve our love and attention
and every good thing that comes to them! :heart:
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(Ai-oh, ai-ai-oh, ai-oh, ai-oh)

Would you ever - on a whimsy - simply dance the night away
if the world around you never know?
Do allow me - on a whimsy - as we laugh and cry to say
Some things are just too good to be true.
But have you ever - on a whimsy - smelled a rose before?
somewhere in the stars - a blessed few
share that striking smile God gave you.

(Ai-oh, ai-ai-oh, ai-oh, ai-oh)

Have you ever - on a whimsy - tasted starlight upside down
picked ripe from an autumn-coloured tree?
Ever wondered - on a whimsy - why birds sings when you're around,
flying through the world you mean to me?
And have you ever - on a whimsy - smelled a rose before
and set all of your melancholy free?
So quit asking if it's "meant to be."

(Ai-oh, ai-ai-oh, ai-oh, ai-oh)

Our weekend will end soon,
those horseplay afternoons
will be forgotten like the old man's song.
let's cherish them, my sweet,
'till the next time we meet,
like distant memories that linger on.


(whistling)


You obliged me - on a whimsy - and we killed a lot of time
Violet drops fade to a greenish blaze
Flower petals - on a whimsy - serenade in pantomime,
beckoning to join the blessed craze.
Yet have you ever - on a whimsy - smelled a rose before
Hoping it'll all turn out okay?
if you count the nights, I'll count the days.


And have you ever,
on a whimsy,
smelled a rose before?

Somewhere in the stars - a blessed few

share that striking smile

God gave you.
The Smile God Gave You
My brother likes to call this one "On a whimsy" and justifiably so, although I don't feel that title does this old song justice.

This is one of my favorite songs of mine when I was still writing songs from 2010-2014. I don't believe I knew what love was yet when I wrote it, but in retrospect I feel like I was pretty close. ^^; I let a very special someone to listen to me sing this song, and that person told me "I listen to it every night." I feel like my words, and my music made a different in someone's heart, and it gives me a unique joy of changing someone's life for the better.

This is a song I saved for when I have a sweetheart, I wanted to serenade it to my lover when I knew what true love was like. I know what love is like, even if I had not quite found my true love, I feel ready enough to expose this song. That might be the last (if not second last) of my old songs that I feel are good enough to share on Deviantart, that I feel were on par with my works today.

Once again, I am offering the .mp3 file for just 100 points if anybody wants to hear me sing this work, I should note that these lyrics have been modified since their recording, so do forgive the idiosyncracies.
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“Is this thing on?”
I double checked my camera, to make sure it was rolling and streaming, I adjusted my script so it would be visible and would read along as I go, a red streaming dot glowed faintly, and the Earth date was set to match my calendar: March 12th, 2119.
“All right, everybody, Roxanne Here, and I am coming to you live from New Washington Street, right here on the Naig; doing a pilot stream for my ‘Then and Now’ assignment!”
I flourished my introduction with down-to-earth formalities. If I was stuck with an assignment, I may as well have fun with it.

I turned my hand-me-down, hand-held camera towards my neighborhood.
“This skyscraper neighborhood complex is my home. It’s built upon a small cluster of terraformed space rocks. I live up on apartment B4 of the USNA… 1G5… ES9, but save yourselves the headache and just call it the ‘Naig’.
“The Naig is one of the oldest neighborhoods in the entire Novusphere. Each of the terra comets linked to it is no bigger than a mile, but they’re all connected with sturdy bridges that hold the Naig together into something bigger than the sum of its parts. And those parts are all linked to the rest of the whole wide Novusphere.”
I turned the camera clumsily back to myself.
“But we’re not going to go there yet, because we’re heading to my school right now.”

“A little background on myself:” I continued, since again, about 20% of my grade was based on these formalities. “I am 15 years old; I live with my mom and my older sis. In my spare time, I like to---”
I suddenly turned in shock as an explosion burst behind me, I just witnessed as something blasted the top seven floors of the Naig clean-off in an ear-piercing crash; clumps of heavy debris hurled down like rain. I rushed to take cover, As I witnessed a showdown involving Espies.
I think.
“What the hell?” I shouted, trying to make sense of things. I felt safe at this distance.

“Not this again!” I cursed on camera, which I shouldn’t have in retrospect. “This is not happening… the assignment is due tomorrow!”

I ran around my building from a distance, contrary to everything we were taught in espy battle drills. I did my best to record with my old camera while trying to avoid direct eye contact with the espies. There were others running away as well, so I hope I wasn’t standing out.
“Jousting in the sky on his storm-cloud steed, and wielding a lance made of lightning, is Morrow Knight – self-proclaimed warrior of justice and chivalry. He's a well-known “Heritor” hero by every regard. But what the hell is he fighting?”

Atop the building’s wreckage was a creature I had never seen in any textbook; the creature was freaking massive! It had giant bat wings; massive, ape-like limbs formed from tangled and withered vines; it bore wicked, green fangs and a scorpion stinger tail; and it had great, shifting black roses for eyes that burnt furiously that morning.

“I have never seen anything like this, before! But whatever it is, It’s a monster by every regard! Let’s hope Morrow Knight can stop this thing!”

It let out a horrifying, high-pitched screech as the beast swiped its vines at Morrow Knight. Luckily, the heritor hero was faster, gliding past the creature’s strikes as he retaliated on easy openings until finally, he struck the monster in the heart with his lance, surging it with high voltage. The monster slowly died in another blood-curdling scream as blood gushed out of its chest, but it couldn't die fast enough. In its dying breath, the monster clenched its fists and pounded furiously at Morrow Knight, who flew in too close to the wound, pounding him once, twice, thrice before both fell into the wrecked building.
And I got it all on camera.

“That was so intense! Did you all catch that? I mean---”
I let out a restrained cough. “it’s horrifying, isn’t it? But fateful battles between heroes and villains are routine here on the Novusphere. And this destructive routine endangers the people who only try to make a life for themselves. I take cold comfort from two facts, the first fact - Bargainby’s construction agency works formidably fast; by tomorrow morning, the building damage from all those destroyed floors would be cleaned and pristinely restored to regulation, but medical science has yet to bring all those dead people, children, and pets back to life.
“The second fact is that we must not succumb to fear at our day and age. If we give in to fear -- the villains win. Rather, we must fight the system, you guys, send a message straight up to the big man Bargainbutt to prohibit the use of Panacea-418! I can’t shake the feeling of sorrow for the potential many victims of today’s incident, and that it could have been me, in my very own apartment, had it only happened minutes earlier. It really could be any one of you, next. P-418 is dangerous and must be banned forever!”

Okay, In retrospect, maybe I oversold it, but rhetorics and facts are conflicting pillars of journalism, and one can only do well by using one to back up the other. Nonetheless, I remembered that this was supposed to be an assignment about my own life and family history, and not that of politics. I shifted the camera to display my second-hand pedal bike, got on it, and began to ride to school.

“Anyway, back to the show. Recently, riding my pedal bike like a cavewoman had become a guilty pleasure in its own ‘The-journey-is-its-own-reward’ kinda way. I used to be much bigger before I started, too; it’s probably related. When I found it, three years ago, it used to be a perfectly good B-bike, last year's model that some snob tossed out---Hold on.”
As I passed by the Naig’s branch of Bargainby’s Bike Garage, I slowed down my peddling and zoomed in, streaming the B-bike salesman in careful detail while flipping him the bird. He began to run after me, screaming that he’ll pummel me in the face. But I sped up and got out of there.
“So context -  I took that B-bike as my own for a while, and, once the battery ran out, that B-bike garage there told me that this chunky, excessively shiny lump of metal was ‘last year's model’ and that the parts weren't even in circulation for months! Ahh, consumerism—ya shallow, heartless bitch.”
If I was already swearing, I’d go all the way.
“The clerk wanted extra just to order the right charging cable, and when I refused, he said ‘well, good luck peddling to school on it without a battery.’ at first, I thought he was crazy, but my lips spoke for me, saying ‘Challenge accepted.’ Next thing I knew, I sold the damn motor for scrap and installed older wheels light enough to pedal with, all by myself.
“And the rest is history. At this point, giving the B-bike garage people the finger every day on my four-year-old, manual B-Bike has become somewhat of a tradition. I always slow down just enough to piss off the store clerks of the day on my way to, and back from school.”
I made a turn into the ES9 highway, towards the Central Bridge.

“On most days, crossing Great Bridge ES9 on a scrapped-together pedal bike can be terrifying for a civ like me. But nothing’s gonna stop me from getting to school. What we saw just now is a big scoop that would make my friends at the journalism club bite the belt in jealousy, and you all saw it with me first. Tell me in the chat what you think of this headline - “Mystery Monster Mashed in NA1G, Morrow Knight Martyred - article by Roxanne Nocturne...”
I paused a moment to get a feel of my chatting. My watcher count was growing rapidly, with many shocked to see what I just recorded. Some were fighting amongst themselves over whether the monster was real. But nonetheless, there was a supportive anon voice there saying it liked the name, and one supporter was really all I wanted anyway.

My high school was at the next exit from the Naig, yet, merely getting to the other side was the real hassle. Doing it while recording it was even harder. I took that time to talk more about myself.

“I’m a second generation kid on the Novusphere, In my spare time, I like cycling (with the pedals), reading and metal music. When I grow up...there are a lot of things I wanna do - journalism, music, teaching children. But I don’t intend to lock myself down one career path like the others. I want it all!”

By the time I got to school, the yard was already empty: not a kid around on the basketball court, or on the stoop, not even a rebel to be found smoking in the corners. And they were smart to be on time, what with the parent-teacher conference coming up this weekend.
“Alright you guys, stay tuned for more of this stream after school. Roxanne Nocturne, signing off!”

I locked my bike before going in. Treading carefully, sneaking around the halls to get to class, being extra careful not to run, or step on the wrong floor tiles, lest the alarm go off and I’d have to deal with the hall monitors, ugh.
The pattern codes, surveillance monitors and security passwords had been documented and memorized through the perilous trial and error and the collective wisdom of students past, and their resources have become a crucial survival guide for students like me, who just want to get school over with the easy way.
I was almost in class, too, but just as I opened the door, the hall alarm went off. I cussed, realizing I must have triggered an alarm tile when I opened the door a little too wide.

“So glad you could join us, Ms. Nocturne.” Growled old Mr. Bears, my homeroom teach. “You and that mouth of yours are late again, I see.” My classmates giggled around me.
“Yeah, sorry about that, my home was nearly wrecked this morning and–.”
“Sit down, Ms. Nocturne!” The homeroom teacher barked, as the whole class fell silent before us, and, knowing all the rumors about him being a cannibal, a supervillain, and a very sadistic and hairy monster of a man, I did what any half-brained monkey would do in my position and sat the hell down.

“Bad day to be late, Rox,” Dystence whispered to me from the seat to my left. “Mr. Bears is extra cranky today.”
“I’ll bet,” I answered in hush tones. “He’s always like this before Parent-teacher night.”
“It’s not just that, Rox, There’s something else…”
“Oh,” I whispered. “By the way, I got a big scoop for the club, see--”
“Ms. Nocturne!” Mr. Bears barked again as his phone made a bird call tone. “The principal would like to speak with you after class.”
Way up in the front of the class, I heard smug snickering from none other than Dolly Flakes, that bitch thinks she’s so smart and special, it’s people like her that make my life hell in every regard. I thought angrily to myself.

The rest of math class was so boring, I sat the exercises out, and even mean old Mr. Bears knew better than to call on me, an infamous dyscalculic delinquent, to answer his unholy al-gibberish. Still, because I refused to be treated for my condition, there’s nothing else he could have done for me. And there's nothing more he would have, anyway.

“Hey, watch it!”
As the bell rang, I was promptly escorted by the mechanical hall monitor to the principal’s office, they looked and acted very lifelike, appearing like old-fashioned cops with school uniforms, armed with a baton and pepper spray in their belts, but these law machines were built to conceal all sorts of emergency weapons inside their four arms. Damnit, those screwbolts always grab your arm too tight!

The wait at the principal’s waiting room was utterly unbearable, especially because that immature brat Ten was sitting next to me, picking his nose. God, how can one nerd be so disgusting?
“Hey, what are you in for?” he asked me, smearing his nose-goop on the wall.
“Where do I even begin?” I replied. “You?”
“Mrs. Thatcher caught me playing Bloodshot Moon: Black Atonement in the middle of English.” Once again, the kid plugged his nostril with his index finger. Because the first time wasn’t enough to make me wanna vomit.
“Dude, you gotta stop picking your damn nose.”
“Why, does it gross you out?” he gave me a Cheshire grin, flashing his repulsive, yellow teeth on full display from ear to ear. I could see he ate walnuts this morning.
“Shove off, nerd. Seriously, how can a dork like you be Dystence’s twin brother?”
“What can I say?” He shrugged jokingly. “The Chanters are a package deal, Rocket.”
“Don’t ever call me Rocket again.”
“Whatever you say, Rocket.”
I groaned in annoyance. But from that point on, I gave that troll the silent treatment until I was called in. But damn, that was way harder than it should have been.
I sat down into the principal’s office, it was a comfy seat, with a rigid base but soft cushions that deflated and grew less comfy the longer you sat in it. The office was decorated with diplomas and certificates, a couple of high-quality paintings made in art class, a few ornate glass baubles and trophies, and a round, mock-wood table at its center with desk compartments beneath it. In the corner, there was a command board for school administration, managing files, et cetera.
Y’know, standard office stuff.
Principal Karma’s office always felt dark and stuffy, and things always seemed to move around on the corner of my eye. Like it was haunted or something. Well, technically it was.
“Roxanne!”
I was taken aback when Ms. Karma called me from under the table. “I’ll be right with you, love, I’m just looking for my Squumpy.”
“Your...what now?”
“My imaginary pet Squumpy!” She repeated. “I made him up this morning to keep my lunch warm, but the cheeky little thing seemed to have vanished with my ---Ow! My food.” As she tried to rise up, she bonked her head on the round table, as it seemed for an instant like the whole room, (myself included) felt it.
The whole room probably did feel it, actually. I’d expect no less from a “gifted” espy like her.
“Gotcha, ya little scamp!” she exclaimed triumphantly moments later with her missing creature in her grasp. As the translucent purple, box-shaped Squumpy chirped audibly like a bird and flailed about, wiggling it’s worm-like tails rapidly.
At least, I hope those were tails.
The principal placed the little Squumpy in a cage and locked it.
“Now, you sit there and think about what you’ve done!” she said, trying to sound assertive but cutesy and ultimately failing. Finally, she sat down, offering me from her bowl of walnuts. “Sorry about that, Roxanne. Would you like a--”
“No thanks.” I rushed to decline.
"Suit yourself." While she was eating the walnuts, and reading her computer screen, I heard typing from her haptic touch-pad keyboard, although she wasn’t touching it, but rather, I could see a few minuscule specks jumping on the keyboard from key to key in perfect precision. It’s a shame the principal can’t be bothered to type on her own computer, but rather creates imaginary friends to do the work for her.
“Right, then, Roxanne, we received a troublesome complaint about your behavior today.”
“--If it’s about me being late, I have a very good reason, Ms. Karma,” I interjected. “See, my building got crashed into during a fight between Morrow Knight and a monster and--”
“We’re not worried about you being late, dear. You’re not a child anymore.” She said with a fake smile. “But a very important man is here to see you about just that.”
“What?” I asked, flummoxed by that vague explanation. Who would possibly want to see me about getting my house blown up? The news? A S4tl1te admin? The minister of something or another?

My heart raced with fear and confusion, and what she was about to say into the intercom next proved worse than I could’ve ever imagined.
“Please come in, Sir Bargainby.”
Axys Tirne: Powerless Ch1
At long last, the first chapter at a story that I long ago dismissed would "Never take flight".

Axys Tirne is a superhero story taking place in the 22nd century asteroid belt, where consumerism is monopolized and superpowers are attained by taking pharmaceutical drugs, In this David-Vs.-Goliath style story, the young and brazen Roxanne Nocturne and picks a fight with the biggest tycoon that ever lived after witnessing a monster attack. the ultimate question is "will she succeed?"

EDIT: for context, in this chapter, I Mentioned two concepts of my superhero types in text: Bearers (now called Heritors) and Gifted. more will come going forward. bear in mind though that some minor details might be a little outdated, such as the chronology. :)

DOUBLE EDIT: I do dedicate this story, including all subsequent chapters to PsychicHexo, Palettin, Willful and DragonEthrealth, for always believing in me. 

I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts on it, as the idea has been brewing around for so long now.
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Scribbles
Scribling
A mad man with a pen
Jots down a scribble every now and then

Fable
Fabulous
A universe within
But only complete fables can begin

Morning
Borning
Another day to write
The hands of an artist hard at work tonight

Scribbles of a fable will emerge one morn
A mad man and his universe - artiste reborn
The drafting board
I've been very busy lately with real life - college, work, but also something a bit different than what I usually do.

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Do you do NSFW story requests?
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Sorry, I don't. I have quite a few people who know me personally who read what I write, so I don't write anything NSFW.

I hope you can find someone else though, who would. ;) 
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Happy Birthday my dear!!! :iconflyingheartsplz::iconyaayplz:Party:iconballoonsplz::iconlainloveplz::iconflyingheartsplz:
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Aww thank you so much!!!!!
(Those are some amazing emotes btw, I wish I could reciprocate)
Thank you for remembering! :huggle:
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You're very welcome!!!
It was long overdue ^^;
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thanks for the fav! :hug:
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Love your work!
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thank you so much my friend! it means a lot to me! :hug:
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