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Firebreather
When the beams finally gave way and the attic collapsed into the cloud of smoke that had threatened to billow through the roof, his eyes blazed the same orange-red that peeked through the smoke. He stared at it from the cover of a bush across the field behind the house, unmoving as it collapsed in on itself, bit by bit, board by board. Even as the last embers caught on the evening breeze before the fire ran out of things to burn, he remained, unmoving. When the last haze of light crept away over the horizon, he ran, eyes held shut until he cleared the first few trees that marked the edge of the forest. As he passed more trees—from memory, from practice—he slowly let his eyes creep open, the blazing orange-red illuminating the floor of dark forest in front of him as he ran. His guardians had taught him this. They’d practiced it over and over again, in case the day ever came. He was to run and not look back, to travel by darkness until he reached the bunker at the base of the far
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Protocol
It was far from the first time a dreamhopper tried to escape, and Dr. Markus Albrecht knew it would be far from the last. Hell, Reik had done it at least four times since discovering he could, and once his time in solitary was up, there was no doubt he’d do it again. The problem wasn’t that the dreamhoppers could bounce between dreams and potentially escape; every leap from one dream to the next left a trail of sorts, lingering magic that would lead to the next dream, and so on. No, the problem was more complex, and was one he should’ve expected that Belcott had figured out already. Once a dreaming person was pulled from their dream back into the waking world, their dreamscape would exist only in their subconscious, and it became much more difficult to find any trail to follow in the first place. “Sir, Reik has been locked down in simulated dream space. They recommend giving him about 6 hours to make sure his consciousness is still all there before speaking with him.” Markus sighed,
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A Simple Task
It was supposed to be a simple task. Deliver the pouch to the old lady who lived in the house up the hill, get paid, then be on her merry way. As soon as she arrived and saw that the front door of the dilapidated manor was wide open, hanging on one barely attached hinge, she took her phone out of her pocket and called him back. When it went to the man’s answering machine, she said in no uncertain terms that the pay rate would be double the original quote. Once sure the message had been left, she stepped inside the house, braced for something far less than simple. Upon seeing the remains of the old lady on the dining room table, carved out in a way that could only be described as grotesque, she called him back again, this time demanding triple the original quote. He still didn’t answer, so as she climbed the stairs to the second floor landing, she sent him a text as well. After she killed the first hired gun on the second floor, she called him once more, this time stating that she
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the Kamogawa flows from mountain to ocean— ritual routine like the sun rising and professing my love to you
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Giant
It had taken him a year to traverse the Desolate Continent, his rucksack getting smaller and smaller as his supplies ran out. He might have been able to get to his destination sooner with help, but he knew he had to make this journey alone. A clear map, a course plotted on paper, anything more concrete than the fleeting memories of the stories he'd been told as a child would have helped. But he had to make do. The world was at an impasse. No one was happy, but no one had an edge, either. His goal was to turn the tide in favor of his people. Of his history. Of the very power they once possessed. When he finally crossed the tundra and could see the skeletal remains of the giant—of the mythical force he'd spent his childhood dreaming of—even his shock that the being had been real couldn't overtake the awe of discovering an entire body. Though he was tired from his travels and exhaustion threatened to kick in, he was calculated. This one was stabbed clean through, both weapons present
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between two buildings
between two buildings on Hollywood Boulevard there is an abandoned plot of land where another once stood, and it is the only clear view of the Hollywood sign from the street. the most sought after view in Los Angeles caught, perfectly, in failure
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date haiku
on the pier three seagulls sharing bread sushi date salmon and salmon and more salmon road trip one hand on the steering wheel the other in yours king size bed for three summer furnace theme park date the happiest people at the happiest place autumn morning with a light breakfast of kisses
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a reply
audience of one makes more meaningful applause
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Spotlight

Observation Tower
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Wrong way ( Commission )
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A Flame Burning in the Night
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Universal love
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Salvaged 2-26-jasonFELIX
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Nightwinds
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Breaking the dark
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Light of Amos
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The sound of green
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Jadis (excerpt)
Excerpted from my book Her Unwelcome Inheritance, a story about Faerie, going off to school, family tensions, and what to do when people you respect reveal that they believe in something absurd and impossible. She was burning Burning behind walls of ice Grey was on her lips, on her bare throat, on her exposed arms. Her eyes were glassy, the pupils fallen as if grown weary of staring straight ahead, and had, as the centuries passed, slid imperceptibly downward. Her hands rested in her lap, grey with grey nails. Nothing set her apart from the hundreds on hundreds of other figures sitting in that crowded room, grey and still, clad in clothes
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FFM Day 10: Toothache.
The water that flows in from the glass is a tide coming into a cove. It breaks against the perimeter and the low ceiling in splashes, swirls in eddies around the hollowed-out spaces which are in the gradual constant of being worn down. Soon, the water slowly drains to the back of the cove and out of sight. Sometimes the water that flows in from the glass recedes, expelled suddenly by some heaving force, a groundswell; whatever the motion, I'm made aware of all the spaces and niches where the water seeps through. There are lichen clinging to the stalagmites and stalactites of the cove, and they recoil as they are doused with a wash of cold ti
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the shut-in
where are these keyholes to the Equinox? the stars huddle like alien nettle, a gray chime of wrens scaling tree limbs and middays,    jittery fruit; Darwin has no lines for me to speak of. i've sheetrocked the blistering ivies and blossoms. i've glassed out daubers and frightening mollusks pillowing through mud honey and minute old ruins. intimate with my quiet desk, my paper hoard i'm still a coward; the envelopes, Obama glass, the dozen unused spiral diaries are menacing concoctions, minotaurs of lost dimensions. i used to sleep in creek-beds.
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Crossroads
Author's note: This story is set in a world just sideways of our own, where the heroes of American legends are real. But then again, so are the villains. "I say," said the tall, black man with the perfect smile. "I say, come along over here and sit a spell. You look plum tuckered out." And he played a little arpeggio on his guitar, which he held like it was a woman he loved. It was dusk then and the sky was fading from its cotton candy dream color into a deep lavender, dark and low on the horizon like a lady singing blues, and Ted Swanson the securities salesman was grateful to sit down. He took a seat beside that old black man, right in
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blue baby blues
i.      peacock feathers of smoke      brush over my calves      the plumage working its way      through the stockings & skin      to nestle into the muscle      where it will root like an acorn      and grow into an oaken pair of wings      to lift my feet from hardwood floors      so i can dance      with my knuckles brushing against the ceiling fan ii.     &#160
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choke
I collect things they may resemble some of your traits or be loosely associated to those things that moved you, I worship these little cadavers, they rot out my heart, send me to an earlier grave. I collect things and become them, dirty artifacts to guide me through life, dirty emsembles to bless these storms. But I'm going to get over you for once and for all and collage new collections to richer the consequences.
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Heartmind
We lost electricity on the night you left me and I spent the night curled up against the rain, drinking in the slack of damp green winds in our treasured driftwood home of mist. I had to come to think of time as a medium and my thoughts as imperfect and cursive. It was a wrinkled medium, a mediocrity of sunken breath: words condensing into droplets that so contorted my teary lenses that I couldn't tell that you were turning towards me with a sound, the sound a book makes when its leaves are rustled against the grain. Tonight my body lingers on the edge of the ocean like a gasp; New Jersey's throaty highways bear my rosefelt thou
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One Day I Shall Lay Down And Die
one day i shall lay down and die and so for now here is my kiss, my golden-ness, my forehead pressed against yours like two strange animals lost on a plain of red sand. one day i shall lay down and die so now here, let these birds pick me apart, show you it all, the torn underwear and the girl gazing at the soft glow on trees, the ferocious lion-love weeping under the kitchen table. one day i shall lay down and die so for now i feast on beaches, your breath, the flutter of my dress sore against my skin someday i will find that peace, plant a spring-flower deep in my heart, land one last cool kiss on the bow of your mouth and sl
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THAT Woman
     First they said, "No wind chimes outside the cottages. Three warnings will be given, then you are subject to eviction."      My Granny said, "Humph. I like my old bamboo windchime. I can't even reach it no more to take it down. It's gonna stay, dammit, and I will too."      I told Granny, "Not if they evict you, you won't. I can take it down."      She looked at me over her reading glasses, with that Look she has.      "If anyone's evicted, you can go with em, Sonny. I'm stayin put. Me and that damn windchime."
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a long awaited return.
It was raining when we landed. A shock to our sun-drenched systems, stumbling with snatched- away sleep. Another bus, another train whirring upon endless tracks. We run, we flee through foreign streets – disdainful eyes stare on, watching fugitive outsiders - desperate for a taste of home.
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Happy Friday everyone! I hope you're all doing well and that you've had a good week. It's been pretty busy recently, but in a good way on the whole, I think! I feel like August is normally a busy month as it is, but I always seem to forget that until I'm in the thick of it. @humblehills got me to watch the first episode of Pose and I was hooked in a way I did not expect to be. Is anyone else watching? If you are, what do you think about it? (No spoilers if you are, I'm way behind!) I'm excited to catch up bit by bit, but as someone who hardly ever watches anything on TV, I couldn't believe that the pilot episode held my attention from start to finish the way it did. What are you all watching/reading at the moment? Recent Favourites Around the Community
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Found on Newest, Vol. 8
One of the most polarizing things about the Newest page is that there's no filter, and that it's literally just deviations right as they're submitted. The bright side to browsing Newest is that you have the chance to run into a variety of good art of...well, anything and everything, really! So, here are some more great works that I've found while browsing Newest!
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Magnetic Moon
It's been a bit of an odd summer out here, I think. It's been remarkably cool in California for summer, as it is, but it also feels like things are off in some way. I don't know how to quantify that, but things just feel strange in some ways, I suppose. I had a friend from Australia staying for the past week, which was a lot of fun. He and the boyfriend went out and did a bunch of fun stuff while I was working, and then over the weekend they went to Disneyland while I was at a wedding, so it's been a lot of doing for the past week-ish, but the real kicker was when we took him to the airport yesterday night. Now, as it is, LAX is one of my least favorite places in the world to be. It's a poorly-designed airport and the experience of being at LAX is rarely a good one, but especially so when it takes 40 minutes to get to the airport, and then an extra 40 minutes to get from the entrance to LAX to the terminal you're trying to get to. It's a complete mess from start to finish. Suffice
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Deviousness Award

A deviant for nine years, ikazon is a monumentally influential member of DeviantArt. A champion of DeviantArt’s literature community, he’s contributed his own writing and journal skins to the community since he first joined DeviantArt. In 2011, ikazon became a Community Volunteer, shining a light on undiscovered pieces in both the DeviantArt related and literature galleries. His dedication to the community quickly made him a beloved figure on DeviantArt. Soon after, in 2012, he was hired as a full-time staff member, where he ran multiple community projects, such as the 2014 and 2015 Valentine’s Day Exchange!

However, ikazon’s contributions to the community extended past his time as a community volunteer and a staff member. From contributing journal skins to the CalendarProject to leaving encouraging comments for his fellow community members, ikazon’s supporting presence has been felt all across DeviantArt.

We’re proud to name ikazon as the Deviousness Award recipient for March 2016!
Awarded Mar 2016

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GothicNarcissus|Professional Photographer
Thank you for the :+fav:! :huggle: :rose:
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My pleasure, thank you for sharing your work with us! :la: :hug:

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:iconflyingheartsplz::iconflyingheartsplz::iconflyingheartsplz:SpongeBob (Spread the love) [V1]:iconflyingheartsplz::iconflyingheartsplz::iconflyingheartsplz:

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:huggle: :la:
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ZielinskiMaciej|Hobbyist General Artist
Hi,
Many thanks for the :+fav: on the:
The 14th of August 2019 by ZielinskiMaciej
Much appreciated!:hug:
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My pleasure, thank you for sharing your work with us! :la:

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