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Shakna's Death (Bird Never Flies)

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Shakna's Death (Bird Never Flies)

The world was silent.  Despite the raging battle around her, Chloe could not hear anything save the ever increasing ring in her head.  Her eyes' focus slipped and slid, tunnel vision and spinning. She fell to her knees, her breath came ragged as she pulled him with shaking hands into her lap.  The blood seeped through, stained her white and gold dress with sticky warmth.  No words came to her, mouth gaping, hot tears falling unbidden to the inside of her glasses.  Angrily she ripped them off and choked down a sob. He gazed up at her, the faintest smile playing on his tanned face.  Soul brown eyes glazing with every passing second met her br

Phoenix (Aura)

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Phoenix (Aura)

The walls cracked under the weight of the attackers.  Their ram struck the ancient castle over and over, eager to break through.  Shouts could be heard through the din, a steady call of one, two, three, HO!  Debris rained with every impact, dust and glass glittering among the erratic candlelight. The woman huddled in the corner, cradling the child to her breast and kissing its brow.  Her home shattered around her, and she could do nothing but her best to protect the babe in her arms.  Her flight had led her to a dead end, and now she crouched in the shadows with nowhere to run. There was a deafening explosion below her.  The ground gave way

Hills of Red (Moria)

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Hills of Red (Moria)

A thick gray mist clings to spindles of grass, rising up like black knives into the clouded sky.  A dying sun allows the gaunt silhouettes to form. One by one they fade into the field, eternal sentries of the night, on watch for an attack that came and went without them. Soldiers of wars past, they stand atop the hills on evenings such as these, waiting for their purpose, their destiny.  To fulfill their waking dreams of lives long lost, to fight the battles they so bravely faced.  Men who no longer recall what it was outside of the blood and mud and screams that fill their endless war. Some nights, some very few cold and wretched nights ev

Hell (Dada Jam)

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Hell (Dada Jam)

       In our culture, we associate the color white with all things good.  Life, prosperity, luck, holiness.       Hell is white.  White walls, white sheets, white floors.  White hands in white gloves that hold white syringes punctuated by cold metal.  White will never be anything good to me.  All I feel is the dead weight of numbness.  There can be no joy in a white world.         Sometimes I see color.  Sometimes they let me feel something.  They forget to give me the shot at exactly noon and I know that there's something very wrong with what they do here.  I know for a brief moment that there's more.  Sometimes I happen to glance out o
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Shakna's Death (Bird Never Flies)

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Shakna's Death (Bird Never Flies)

The world was silent.  Despite the raging battle around her, Chloe could not hear anything save the ever increasing ring in her head.  Her eyes' focus slipped and slid, tunnel vision and spinning. She fell to her knees, her breath came ragged as she pulled him with shaking hands into her lap.  The blood seeped through, stained her white and gold dress with sticky warmth.  No words came to her, mouth gaping, hot tears falling unbidden to the inside of her glasses.  Angrily she ripped them off and choked down a sob. He gazed up at her, the faintest smile playing on his tanned face.  Soul brown eyes glazing with every passing second met her br

Phoenix (Aura)

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Phoenix (Aura)

The walls cracked under the weight of the attackers.  Their ram struck the ancient castle over and over, eager to break through.  Shouts could be heard through the din, a steady call of one, two, three, HO!  Debris rained with every impact, dust and glass glittering among the erratic candlelight. The woman huddled in the corner, cradling the child to her breast and kissing its brow.  Her home shattered around her, and she could do nothing but her best to protect the babe in her arms.  Her flight had led her to a dead end, and now she crouched in the shadows with nowhere to run. There was a deafening explosion below her.  The ground gave way

Hills of Red (Moria)

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Hills of Red (Moria)

A thick gray mist clings to spindles of grass, rising up like black knives into the clouded sky.  A dying sun allows the gaunt silhouettes to form. One by one they fade into the field, eternal sentries of the night, on watch for an attack that came and went without them. Soldiers of wars past, they stand atop the hills on evenings such as these, waiting for their purpose, their destiny.  To fulfill their waking dreams of lives long lost, to fight the battles they so bravely faced.  Men who no longer recall what it was outside of the blood and mud and screams that fill their endless war. Some nights, some very few cold and wretched nights ev

Hell (Dada Jam)

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Hell (Dada Jam)

       In our culture, we associate the color white with all things good.  Life, prosperity, luck, holiness.       Hell is white.  White walls, white sheets, white floors.  White hands in white gloves that hold white syringes punctuated by cold metal.  White will never be anything good to me.  All I feel is the dead weight of numbness.  There can be no joy in a white world.         Sometimes I see color.  Sometimes they let me feel something.  They forget to give me the shot at exactly noon and I know that there's something very wrong with what they do here.  I know for a brief moment that there's more.  Sometimes I happen to glance out o

Fuck Society

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Fuck Society

"You can't be pretty, Without being skinny." That's what they say, So I start dieting, And starving myself, To follow their way. "You have a disorder, If you look too skinny." So that's what I do, I start to gain, But it doesn't feel the same, How much do I even weigh? "You need to cover up, If you still don't wear make-up." I start to wear make-up, But I don't feel pretty, I feel like I'm suffocating, My mom takes pity. "Don't cover up too much, You'll look like a slut." I stop wearing make-up, They want everything, Instead of messing people up, Why can't they choose something. "Don't you dare cry, Hold it in with a sigh." I dry my

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Current Residence: Adrian
Favourite genre of music: Rock/ J-pop/punk/alternative
Favourite photographer: I dunno.
Favourite style of art: Manga, photomanipulation, mixed media, Paints
Operating System: Windows 7 / Mac OSX
MP3 player of choice: Zune
Wallpaper of choice: abstract stuff.
Favourite cartoon character: Jing/ Bugs Bunny/ Stewie and Brian
Personal Quote: Everyone has that special something. You just need to tap into it and let it free.

Favourite Visual Artist
I don't have one. xD
Favourite Movies
Dunno. The phsycological thrillers are right up there with the comedies.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nightmare of You, Flobots, Cobra Starship, Fallout Boy, Panic At The Disco, Paramore
Favourite Writers
D.J. MacHale, Jonathon Stroud, you know the fantasy dudes.
Favourite Games
Final Fantasy 8/ Kingdom Hearts/Sims 2 and.....Super Collapse 2!
Favourite Gaming Platform
Playstation/Playstation 2
Tools of the Trade
Lesse, computer, paint, charcoal, pencil, ink, clay...anything I can get my hands on.
Other Interests
Swimming, writing, drawing, roliana, singing, anime/manga, just making things in general

Update - Loaded Dice and Commissions

Update - Loaded Dice and Commissions

Howdy everybody.  SS here~  Just thought I'd give everyone an update on my life and such. 1.  I won't be going back to Adrian College.  I planned on dropping out and ended up failing out as well.  So either way...the play was just too expensive and I wasn't happy there.  Turns out this might not be a bad thing.  I may be taking online college classes to get a bachelors in Graphic Design.  Funfun~ 2.  I recently became the new artist for the DnD Webcomic Loaded Dice, which you can find here --> http://www.rdinn.com/comic.php?comicid=1  Because of this, I won't be doing much personally, but every now and then I might post some LD promo work h

Well-Spring is UP FOR SALE!

Well-Spring is UP FOR SALE!

You heard right!  The collection of short stories and poems is now up for sale at amazon.com!  It costs less than a dollar, and is for the kindle!  Don't have a kindle?  That's fine, you can download a kindle reader for free, and viola! Well-Spring holds pieces from many different unpublished authors, and I strongly encourage you, if you have an extra dollar, to buy a copy and support them all. WOO HOO! <3

10k pageviews kiriban~

10k pageviews kiriban~

Hey all!  I can't believe I'm almost to 10k page views!  If you can get a screenshot of that pretty number I'll draw a freebie for you! Woo! Also, look in the last journal for the short story and poem publishing op. <3

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Malleni-StockHobbyist Photographer
Thank you very much for the support! :aww: :rose:
Silver-ChaliceHobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the fave, my otter! :tighthug:
bespectacled-fleurHobbyist General Artist
You're my first watcher, so thank you! :)
The-Angel-GabrielProfessional Artisan Crafter
thanks for the favs!
lol you're welcome ben~ Hope you've been doing well~ You're work is just getting better and better~
The-Angel-GabrielProfessional Artisan Crafter
haha, thanks! I've been practicing a lot, got to keep drawing or I'll quit being able to draw!