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Fresh Snow by trebaut, literature

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Fresh Snow

Fresh SnowThe first snow of the year is always the the purest. The white beautifully highlighting the few struggling greens of tough underbrush and accenting the magnificent crimsons and golds of the beds of fallen leaves. Like fires kissed by frost. Of course there is also the crisp clean air. It has just enough of winter's bite to chill your nose but enough of autumn's spice to make you yearn for more!For as long as I can remember this has always been a special time for me. I feel alive now more than ever! Every year at this time my friends and I meet up and stroll through the forest to take in all the sights and smells. It seems ...

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Fresh Snow by trebaut, literature

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Fresh Snow

The Winged Serpent by trebaut, literature

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The Winged Serpent

Alex was running as quickly as his brace would allow. It would be dark soon and he knew he wouldn't stand a chance if he didn't make it to town before the sun set. His brace was squeaking and rattling violently with every step. Alex feared the sound would attract the attention of all the foul beasts in the forest, but he dare not slow his pace. He heard all the stories of the hellish fiends in those trees, feasting upon the flesh of those foolish enough to wander too deep."Alexaaandeerrr..." the voice taunted. It was the sounds of a woman's voice, almost sickeningly sweet and innocent, tainted black with malice.Alex's heart caught in ...

Bullet by trebaut, literature

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Bullet

I hold one bullet in my hand. Upon it is carved a name. A name which I cannot read. I load the bullet into my pistol. I close my eyes, take aim, and I pull the trigger. A sharp staccato shot rings out. There! For one brief moment in the black I can read the name! In horror I try to stop the bullet, but alas it is too late. The name upon the bullet is my own. Now in the darkness, I see a light far off, warm and comforting. But the comfort fades and gives to anguish. I now rest in the blankets of hellfire.

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About trebaut

Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Mar 29
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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There isn't a whole lot I have to tell about myself. I am who I am, and I do what I do. I think what works I post will speak enough about me that I need note try to find the right words for this box.

Current Residence: Huntington, IN
Favourite genre of music: Rock
MP3 player of choice: Generic (FU IPOD!)
Personal Quote: Anyone can spin a yarn, but not everyone can weave a tapestry.

Favourite Visual Artist

Van Gough

Favourite Movies

The Last Samurai, Kick Ass, Saving Private Ryan

Favourite TV Shows

Eureka, Warehouse 13, Ghost Hunters

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Breaking Benjamin, Disturbed

Favourite Books

The Song of Ice and Fire Saga, Chronicles of Narnia, World War Z

Favourite Writers

George R. R. Martin, C.S. Lewis, H.P. Lovecraft