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40 HR FAMINE - PLZ SUPPORT

:iconguardian-of-the-wolf:

HEY GUYS!! IM DOING THE WORLD VISION 40 HOUR FAMINE ON THE 16-18TH OF AUGUST. I AM GOING TO BE GOING WITHOUT FOOD FOR 40 HOURS TO RAISE MONEY TO HELP KIDSAROUND THE WORLD WHOM ARE SUFFERING BECAUSE OF CHRONIC HUNGER. IM GIVING UP FOR 30 HOURS SO I HOPE YOU CAN GIVE UP A LITTLE BUT OF HARD EARNED MONEY TO SUPPORT ME THROUGH. MY GOAL IS TO RAISE $500. YOU CAN DONATE EASILY VIA MY PAGE[link] THANK YOU TO ANYONE WHOM DOES KINDLY DONATE ANYTHING TO ME. IT MEANS A LOT FOR ME AND THESE CHILDREN WILL BE SO GRATEFUL FOR YOUR GENEROSITY.
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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #47

Journal Entry: Wed Jun 19, 2013, 7:53 AM
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This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. This is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice (though this gets harder to keep track of
now that we can change usernames), so check out these lovely writers now while you can!



Drowned Gods'When the gods return, from the ends of the fasting sky, they'll stand in the rain and knock and knock,' Erin frowned, 'Well that's freaking weird.'
            She turned the tablet over in her hand, orange light from the fire made the ridges in the wax glow, the nascent crests contrasting with the deeply scored marks. The words had been gouged with unusual ferocity. Hurried. She ponderously closed the wooden cover.
            Unwillingly, she shivered. The fire suddenly seemed too weak. She threw another batch of seacoa and yet i cannot write of youi am attracted to the broken,
the lonely, the nutcracker before he was made prince.

i am false in a way that shames me:
burning through daydreams instead
of looking for their existence,

lately i have neglected the self-induced
hallucinations i am prone to.

you are gorgeous in your honesty.
please do not love me,
i am afraid i will break you.

do not question the poems,
they are the only things tying me
to mortality; the only things i will give
away easily.

i guard my secrets the way misers keep
useless pennies tucked between their eyelids,
savings for the day i stop giving out poetry

as if i could hand out my burdens,
and walk away lik unobstructed viewsfor you, my dear, I could attempt
to carve out the sound
of a smile, or weave the most
intricate words with a sigh
you make me want to steal the sky
and pluck the stars like feathers
from the wings of the night
and set fire to every one
then try to compile the taste
of burning beauty
in twenty-five letters or less
but I have always been clumsy with words;
always too many or too few.
my words are tigers, predators,
too quick to chase and kill -
whereas you, you,
your words are songbirds,
butterflies.
you capture them so neatly
and show them how to sing
at just the right pitch
to speak to the soul,
then let them dissolve
in a soft, soft sky.
quite simply, my dear,
you inspire me to write.
birds on a wire.today i saw two birds sitting on a telephone wire and i wondered if maybe they were on a date.  i wondered if i were a bird, if i would have lots of dates that we spent sitting on a telephone wire watching the clouds shape shift and watching the cars roll by, with little kids pointing out the window saying, "look mom, those two birds are sipping coffee in a cute little cafe on the telephone wire!"
of course, the wire would never be able to hold a cafe.
but i'm still stuck wondering if i will ever have a date, whether i'm a bird or not.

i wish i could tell you that i don't miss you in the type of way that makes my stomach churn, b SpoilageClashing to danger, head on collision
tragic, painful, catastropic!
moving -- being mobile does not help
a time when all I want to do is stop
Looking straight to where I am going
-- where I'm suppose to go, to run, to walk
Shatters, buzzing, clinging!
and again I'm lost
I need a hand to lead me
It's always there, all I need to do is grab
Is this everything that I got?
Panicking, feeling the ache, a rush!
Shut it! I need to lock it!
Not going anywhere... not going anywhere from where I am
Being stagnant -- spoilage. Spoilage. Spoilage.
and yet again, I am leaking
Heck! It's all done now -- not all.
Something is left. Spoilage, casting off clichesi need to think outside of the curves of your bones. no more
discarded coffee cups or stars in your eyes, no more cold nights
or summer days. i don't drink tea, nor do i like rainy evenings
without you. i don't like to talk about writing about you; i don't
even like to write about you. no more dead flowers or ocean salt.
no more missing someone, feeling loved, feeling empty, feeling
sad, feeling hopeful, feeling angry - i'm tired of all of these things.

i want to write something about the way you hog the blankets;
that's a lie, that's something i want to keep for myself. i don't want
the world to know of us - i like to keep them guessing. i
Churches Are For Raised Voices1.
she was white noise and an exit strategy
a cold stone hurtling towards Russia
she was everything he never wanted
and when she crashed into him,
there was nothing he could do to stop her
from turning all sorts of heads and heels
the wrong way around.

2.
I was 8 when I learned
how a song could lift
boulders off of backs
effortlessly bear twenty three prayers
right through that solid white roof.
I was 9 when I put my esophagus to work
stringing notes into bridges
and it wasn't till 13
I learned to start pushing my own growing stones
up the bridges I built
let each carefully annunciated syllable
begin to straighten my spine and fill every em Rhymes with WaterRhymes with Water
    Prenatal rush, the world enters with the birth pains natural. Outside Hurricane Bertha whips the trees bare. I am slapped. I cry. I piss on the doctor. I bury my face in the nurses' breasts. My mother reaches for me and softly cradles me calling my name like a mantra.
"Abraham, oh my son Abraham…"
    In seven seconds I'm going to die. I know this because I have seen it in my nightmares. I know I will die because the few minutes a human being can live without oxygen is nearly over, the restless thrashing my tired frame can no longer endure, so I slip beneath the waves. I know I will die because I can hear the c FireflyShe shuddered back into existence—loose ligaments collapsing into connected pieces. Renewed rhythms rippled from her chest. Chemicals in the brain settled into a dance, awakened by the thrum of heart pulse. The belly twisted. Lungs expanded. Senses tumbled and curled and flirted with the swoon of infused hips and life song.

In a single breath, the human form was released from slumber.

The air tasted crisp, sharp like razors. Her insides burned for a moment. Tiny oxygen atoms carved designs into the interior of her system. She basked in it, allowing the searing trails of infiltrating winds to eat away at her veins.

And she liked it. Sh

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Hetalia FanFic: A Country's Misery Author's Notes

:iconpurewinry:

Oh well.. I don't know if I'l ever keep this story up.. (But Lord please do let me keep it up an' finish it! It's just a short story with I think few chapters. BUt please do le'mme finish this one~ TT^TT)

I got inspired by a a game called HetaOni(c) well.... This story was.. well.. I wanted to make an RPG game too but I don't know how an' I was plannin' on making this an RPG game.. but.. I CAN'T MAKE AN RPG GAME! If I could just make one.. I won't be here posting this stories up... I would be out there makin' games... (suddenly I felt an urge to take Game Development...Darn! I'm all set for Animation!)

Umm.. you see Dear Reader-sama... I'm not good with novel writing.. This story might even sound "A LOT AMATEUR" than what I think.. but I'M TRYIN' MY BEST HERE YA DE.... I'm best in drawin'... Not in writin' though I'm second in makin' informal essays... Maybe I'm better off drawing than writing, huh?

huh.. You're making me cry....

 

Please do your best in reading this novel.. an' thanks for.... reading this....


I'm repostin' them from my account in wattpad.. I never finished 'em.. But maybe someday I will!
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ONE OF THOSE DAYS

:iconguardian-of-the-wolf:

YOU KNOW IT IS ONE OF THOSE DAYS WHEN SOMEONE IS WANTING TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO A QUESTION AND YET YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE QUESTION EVEN IS. THIS GUY WHOM I AM FRIENDS WITH I RECKON WANTS TO ASK ME OUT YET HE WONT TELL ME WHAT AND YET HE ASKS WHATS THE ANSWER - DEAR LORD HELP ME. ~WOLF
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Update #6

:iconiamadragonandanerd:

I'm having a hard time finding all of my best poems that I've written, especially my favorite one that I wrote in 7th grade, so it might be a while before I put up more poems and stories, but I've already started with a few that were saved to my computer.
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Want to Help?

:icontrumanwripley:

Would you like to help with Chapter 4 of Strange? Now you can! What abilities can you think of? Have fun with it! I already have quite a few in mind, but I've always liked variety. This isn't really a character submission or anything, it's just to broaden the spectrum of, well, what the characters can do.
Also, chapter 4 is probably going to be a long one and it's definitely going to take me a while. Sorry. I kind of set myself up for it whenever I introduced the military to the story because I like being accurate and sometimes getting all of the terms right is a little confusing.

Here's my list (off the top of my head):
Shapeshifting
Electricity (manipulation)
Fire/Water/Earth/Air (manipulation)
Telepathy
Singing/Music (a little hard to explain, but it'll show up later on)
Shield
Flight
Wings?
Teleportation
Cancellation (of other abilities)
Appearance (manipulation)

What's your list? :D
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  • Mood: Artistic
  • Reading: What I'm writing
  • Watching: The Voice (for whatever reason)
  • Drinking: Water
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New story?

:iconcoralsky123:

So, I had a dream the other night- and realized that it was a reoccuring dream with different parts. So.. I got inspired to start it as a role play, as well as a short story. I already Chapter 1. And Part of Chapter two. Would any of you like it if I posted it?
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  • Mood: Artistic
  • Listening to: Aint no rest for the wicked
  • Reading: Role play
  • Watching: Nothing~
  • Playing: For both teams
  • Eating: Chicken c:
  • Drinking: Water
New story? June 18 No comments No favourites

rp chat

:icondeadvampyreprince:

hey everyone I made a chat room for everyone whose read The BlackHeart  and   The Shadow's Doubt

 

 

 

 

Here it is: [link]

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Hetalia FanFic: A Country's Misery Introduction

:iconpurewinry:

Philippine, being a small shy country, she was having a hard time making friends (even though she's friendly, she just don't know). She have always thought that she can never get along with any country even in the fact that South Korea treats her as a close friend. Because of this, Philippine didn't notice that she had started growing another personality in her.. A quiet, lonesome black angel.. Who harbors anguish on humans..



I don't know why I never finish the good plot ones... :iconsulkplz:
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PLEASE HELP ME

:iconguardian-of-the-wolf:

IM TIRED OF LIVING IN A WORLD WHICH IS FAVE. EVERYTHING I SAY AND DO IS ALL A BIG MISTAKE. THERE ARE PEOPLE ALL AROUND ME BUT NONE THAT REALLY CARE. MOST OF THEM TEASE ME AND THE REST OF THEM STARE. MAYBE I SHOULD DEPART FROM LIFE. JUST FADE AWAY AND DIE. I KNOW THATS NOT THE ANSWER BUT ALL I DO IS CRY. CANT SOMEBODY HELP ME, GIVE ME A NEW START? PLEASE HELP ME NOW FOR I AM SLOWLY FALLING APART. ~WOLF
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