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I want more
Knife edge:
Look away
Reality aching
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A Thousand words
Brave Smile.
Tear Stained
Red Rimmed
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Mothers Monologue
Loyalty. Loyalty.
Flesh of my soul. Child of my body. Try me now.
Force me to take you down into sleep.
I'll drag you down to where I am. Keep mama company.
Hush child- this is our secret to keep.
Hush child no one will hear you weep.
Follow me. Follow me, into the deep.
Tell me child; who is it we keep tell me why we hate her.
Why he took had to have her. Tell me why.
You should be enough but no. Not ever never good enough.
Be the strong one. Tell me now. Be the strong one tell me now.
Innocent one. Each day you grow older. Watch as you unfold.
I'll shape you to stay with me.
Loyalty. Loyalty.
Promise me. No matter what we be. We'll be together in the deep.
Come child. We'll go to the deep. Follow me down to the sleep.
Forever his regret we'll keep. And you she'll always see.
To his heart you were the thief.
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Literature
Tears of Tiralin
Chapter one
A new school, a new Sarra
The school holidays had been hard for Sarra without any friends to hang out with. It's not as if she was ugly or not easy to make friends with, being average height with red blonde hair, fair skin and an impulsive personality that showed in her hazel eyes.
Having only had one real friend up until the few days before the holidays started, Sarra had found it hard to make any new friends; in fact for her it was impossible. The last three days of her school year had changed her more than the entire year. It stated one recess when some friends of Jesse's had come to sit with them and talk. Jesse is, was, her best friend. They had known each other since they were six and were close as family. Jesse was good looking, great at every sport, easy going, charming and kind of dopey with loose curly blonde hair. He was friends with all of the boys in their grade and was nice to all the girls. Thinking of getting Jesse as a boyfriend in high school the girls of
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Uncle Benny
He looked across the class room at the girl he liked. Her head was down her eyes hidden behind a thick fringe. Nearly twenty and a uni student he hadn't expected to get this kind of crush on a girl, let alone the jealousy this girl would create flaring up inside his chest; a burning heat, tantalizingly close to hate. His eyes flickered at the teacher standing over her, pointing down at the task sheet in front of her. She smiled up at him, a dazzling sweet faced smile. There is no way she couldn't know the effect of that smile; but it looked so natural, so innocent. He sighed and turned to look out the window, forcing himself to find another point of focus on that didn't include that girl. But his mind wandered back and forth; what does her hair smell like? Something sweet I bet. I bet the teacher knows; he's standing so close. Too close. Defiantly too close. I mean she's his student, there `can never be anything there, he knows that I'm sure. He's just leading her on. The fucking assho
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My Brothers sister
There is a madness that sets in after a battle. Men roam the bloody fields stealing the boots of the dead, claiming swords and cloaks. But more than that the madness affects those who have never seen a sword rise and fall in their lives. They hear the tale, one man defeating the army. The gods smiling on a commander gracing him with victory. To the common folk these tale instill courage, it makes our lives so much easier to bear. That's why my brother died. He always believed in the tales, that the gods protect the just and save the innocent. He stood up to the rouges bully boys to save a young girl who had wandered too far away from her family's rich house. If he had just let them take her sparkles he wouldn't have died.
It was nearing sunset that day, the world bathed in a beautiful golden glow. My brother the romantic said it was a time of day the gods smile on us, that's when we saw them. The bully boys, Enforcers, for the rouge. We were by the bay in our sea side city. Halfway bet
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I'm my brother's shadow
My brother is my best friend. That's why I promised mother I would find him. It shouldn't be too hard. He is probably on another binge, drinking women, one extreme sport or another, not that our parents know what he does. Because its always in some place far away from home, that's why I am sitting on this accursed plane. Whatever sounded like a good idea, he still acts like a teenager.
Missing his birthday get together.  It amuses me to tell mother that she needs to cut off his allowance; he isn't even trying to help with the family business. But father just laughed; apparently millionaire saints bring the family name and business into the papers more. More publicity, that's what we need father said. Why can't you be more like your brother?
That would because he looks like father, a model like figure and face. Tall, dark and handsome; everyone says so. I, on the other well groomed hand, look like mother. A head smaller than father I stand at average height for someone almost
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Literature
Legends start with death
There are some jokes even the gods won't play, they won't play with war.  Instead they will allow their vassals a chance to rise to a holy calling…
They had been reunited for but one night, it was enough to know they loved each other as they always would. As the chosen of the Gods they had to fight, they would end this war leading their people and bring peace so they could return home and finally be together.
Sometime during the fighting they had separated. Franticly she ran across the battle field eyes lighting on every uniform and skittering across each fatal wound until her gaze found where he fell. Gasping she flew to him, dropping her sword, feet lifting her away from the aftermath of the battle that had moved further on. Setting herself slowly down by his side as if any fast movement might cause him pain she gently lifted him free of the mud, resting his head in her arms, she smiled for him a watery version of the smile he would never again return.
… Even rare
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Begining
From the traveling journal of Jason Temricks, Steward of Trainees under King Leaon II
I'll write this story like I don't know how it ends. I could save you the shock and tell you now. But then how will you understand what a horrible loss we have suffered. If you look around you now the world you see if a little less bright a little less kind and a little less friendly because of our loss. They could have had the truest of loves, the purest; but alas that fate has failed this world. Perhaps their hearts shall join in the next?
They met when she was twelve and he a little older. She was a pretty enough girl all girls are at that age, and him, he was said to be well enough. They were firm friends for years and as those years came along he became a young man worth the sighs of all the ladies young and old. But the pretty girl grew up into a pretty young woman, no different from the others around, she didn't gain beauty in age nor grace. She simply grew up. But that didn't stop him loving h
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Aya my idiot
From the journal of Aya Nameless.
I doubt I should keep this journal, being as dangerous as it is, someone might read it and find my secret. But no I want- no I need to keep this so I remember who I am. I am a girl and I am going from this night on to live in a mans world. A traitor in the kings army is beheaded. No doubt the same fate awaits me should my secret be found. It is a dangerous game and I must play.
When I left home I was full of anger, Jacob that idiot why would he just storm off to some stupid war two minutes after I offer my life to him? Saying he would go away to make himself worthy while smiling that stupid smile, the idiot! Well. I told him not to be stupid. I'm going to find him and bash his head in before anyone else gets the chance! No, I haven't taken this lying down! I spent the last year while he's been of to war learning how to fight.
Old jess a retired soldier taught me all he could in the time, in secret. Laughed himself stupid he did everyday I came to visit
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My one wish Rough
My one wish.
For the past two years I have wished for only one thing, I wish James didn't die.
James is fifteen years older the Dameon (my boyfriend) and since Dameon never had a dad James sort of filled that role. Sort of meaning although James acted like his dad Dameon also got the added benefit of an older brother to steal games and clothes off of. But that was before.
We met on my first day at boarding school. I opened the door to the reception; the room was otherwise deserted. He was facing the other direction obviously lost in thought; he didn't turn around as I entered. His hair was blonde and disorganized, his shirt carelessly unbuttoned, and his hooded eyes gazed longingly at the out the window.
"Um excuse me? Is the receptionist here?" he jumped at the sound of my voice. "Or the principle?"
As he turned I could see his eyes were an amazing colored blue. The kind of blue you get in a family with great genetics, those eyes looked me up and down quickly.
"Who are you?" he snappe
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Our tongue is...
gniyrc seye
Gninraey traeh
Egaugnal sevol
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My Wish
My mind wandered like a cloud scuttling across an empty sky. Had i but the world and the time i could make something of myself, yet here i stay stuck in this hollow life that should be leading to the ultimate predictable ending. I stare ahead, the same thoughts going around and around in pointless circles in my mind. pointless passion; as a candle flame flickers about to burn out.
Around me the world changes yet i have been cursed to stay the same. Fifty years i've been stuck, stuck in this childs body never to move forth into the adult world.
I have had the best of times and the worst of times. yet when all this began it was the worst that was presented to me, or so i had though.
Its hard when you see someone you love hurt. Its even worse when they've just lost someone they love. If only i had been stronger back then and didnt wish to change what had happened.
but if i hadnt made that wish i would always have regretted it.
its better this way, isnt it?
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Shadows torment me
I rock. Back and forth. Back and forth.
The shadows play across the empty walls, teasing my tired eyes with a form almost solid.
My breathe sighs out, life escaping my lungs.
A tree scrapes across the window. My tired nerves try to jump at the sound but my heart is too sore to make my body move. The shadows creep along the walls; they are watching me making sure I have no will to fight. No that left me long ago. all my body can do now is the numb rocking back and forth. back and forth.
I glance at the grey shapes formed on the empty white wall. My mothers face, my fathers; they try to tease me. The clattering of a branch against the cold window pane sounds like laughter. I close my eyes but the images are there. That's how they get you to give in; the shadows, they tease and torment you with such delicate care pulling you most precious memories into the bare heartless room. Throwing them against the harsh white walls.
Back and forth I rock. Its the only thing left to me in this jail of
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Auntie's Bio
Auntie Hoped
Worked
Loved
He Died
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Not lost
LOST.
Lusts lost.
Loves lost
Longings....
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A journal is to help you remember what you've done. In some instances like mine with only me reading it :) I've got the story I've got the ideas. I've got the characters and scenery. Just don't have the motivation to write them out. Sometimes they force themselves out in short bursts of story.

So now every time I read this I have to write a bit of the story out!! But I won't. Come on Annie! Don't give up before you begin!

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I'm annie
i love drawing but im not very good. most of all i love coloring other peoples line art. it gives it a different feel. and i really love writing. especially since i believe words mean different things to different people. im in the process, long long process, of writing a story now. if anyone wants to read a bit, give me advice or do character or scene sketches that would be awesome!

Thank you everyone for taking care of me!
Thank you Vava for helping me enjoy art again!
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I'm expressing other peoples emotions cos they are way more interesting than mine. and cos dark and gloomy is fun
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ultamitetailsfan Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday :)
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Plainevil Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2014
Thank you!!
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ultamitetailsfan Featured By Owner Jul 27, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
No problem :)
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Plainevil Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2014
Sorry for stopping replying :( my computer died for a bit then my internet dies :\ just not my luck da- month !
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ultamitetailsfan Featured By Owner May 14, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi there, :)
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Plainevil Featured By Owner May 16, 2014
Why hello there :) How are you?
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ultamitetailsfan Featured By Owner May 18, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I've ben better.. how about you?
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annnnnniiiiieeeeeeeee
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Plainevil Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014
wwwpooooooooowww delay!
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