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The Quest - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Osiris was the first to take the steps to begin the journey to their destination. He walked with his ears perked, his muzzle on the ground and in the air as well at times, even allowing the many scents to permeate his memory in hi

Fanfic - Chapter Stories

A Fairy's Soul Oneshot

Aisha stood in front of the classroom door. She had tears in her eyes as she recalled the last few days at her school. She held her love, Nabu, in her arms as he was slowly dying. "No, Nabu, don't die on me. Not like this! Not now!" She wept. "Aisha, I'm sorry." He said as he closed his eyes in defeat. "Aisha, get out of here, it isn't safe." Her friend, a meister named Tressa had told her. She nodded as she carried Nabu's corpse. A few days later her parents had told her that she needed to change schools. "But why?" Aisha protested. "Your mother and I feel that your not a strong enough weapon to attend Tides Weapon Meister School." H

FanFic - One Shots

A Deal They'll Never Forget

Sometimes me and Adam liked to screw with other dealers. Every now and again we had a little fun. We always joked that we were both court jesters in a past life. But we only screwed with small time dealers though – we never risked making a fool of ourselves in front of anybody who could have been a threat to us. I remember this one time – these two idiots wanted to know what we did to one their guys who had wandered into our area. So we asked them to meet us at our place so we could make things clear. We had a lot of fun that day. They'd just arrived and were standing in our living room when we decided to run rampant. We didn't really plan it

GiD, DiD, Mature - Short

The Residual Organization Ch40

The Final Chapter "…the two victims of the incident at the neighboring city's 'underworld' died this morning. The first victim, whose name and age are unknown, stabbed Roxas Juusan, aged sixteen, in the chest before succumbing to the poison he consumed earlier that day. During the autopsy it was confirmed that both men had a similar chemical in their bloodstreams but it was stationary until exposed to the air. It was possible that…" Sora and Riku are watching the news at the Juusan household. The brunet has been quiet since the incident and his companion doesn't know how to console him. Mrs. Juusan is turning the other cheek, as a

GiD, DiD, Mature - Chapters

The Dreaded Interview

"Would you please start off by telling us a little bit about yourself, mister umm, mister Riley" The interviewer asked me. "Alright. Do you want the crushing truth, or a convincing lie?" I replied. "I'm sorry what?" "I said, do you want me to tell you that I'm a lazy bastard. Or do you want me to tell you that I'm a hard working young man, who would relish the opportunity to work for this business." Hopefully that'll screw things up enough. "Very interesting, I see you have quite a umm, unique take on things. Now mister Riley, would you please tell us why you'd be suitable for this position at our clothing retail store?" The interviewer

Original Characters - Short

Hybrid Chapter 29: Play God

Chapter 29: Play God On Hadean, Seiton summoned an army Threshers under the command of Midas into his den knowing they didn't kill Alexander. As they entered, his eyes glowed red with rage. "YOU FAILED TO KILL ALEXANDER!" "My lord," one of the Threshers tried to explain while panicking. "We tried to seize control over the gate, but Alexander's protector Alice self-destruct it." "I KNOW!" he roared and the room shook. "It was not hard to go and kill him!" "But he gained as much power as an ordinary Spacer," said the second Thresher. Seiton spat. "You should have send missiles at him! Or released a rain of napalm o

Original Characters - Chapters

Irish Java

The computer was drunk last night. It peed on all my documents, Made drunk emails to all my contacts. I’m pretty sure it clicked on a pop up ad And contracted a virus. I wonder how it got home last night. It was playing music extra loud. I ran a system scan, And all that popped up Was a window with a question mark. This morning, I tried typing, And all I could get were symbols All over a fuzzy screen. The USB ports were coated in A bizarre white foam. My computer was drunk last night. I’m still cleaning up the mess. I suppose these things happen When you give a computer Too much juice.

Poetry - Narrative

Fuck everything and keep moving forward

Threw me in the trash like a bruised banana. Replaced me like a broken television. Poured me down the sink like spoilt milk. Never even bothered to contact me again. You just did what you did and moved on. All your flaws became mine at that point. And I ran wholeheartedly into the shadows. The only place where I felt comfortable. I sought refuge in needles, pipes, bottles, pills, sex, violence. Anything to make the pain go away. You buried yourself deep inside me. Denying me any sort of happiness. Your influence far outreaching your grasp. I don't cry any more. Nobody ever listens anyway. I just keep moving forward and tel

Poetry - Emotional

The Moon's Tales

The foreboding recurrence of the moon's shadow creates fables while dancing over the lakes surface. The creatures of night, with their mischievous glow - illuminate the lake for the children of the forest. And as the fortnight approaches its end - hearts bound by the tale beg for more tales to tell. Yet the moon loves all children to allow discontent so the new moon rises with yet another tale to dispel.

Poetry - Nature

Experience Looks Good On Paper

Perhaps I have not seen enough of love? After all the books and the movies and the video games and the songs and the quotes and the poetry and the confessions and the awkward, blustery moments and the eye contact and the experience... perhaps it hasn't been enough collected knowledge to claim a working understanding of love? Perhaps I am too young to identify love? After the infantile affections from a parent and the bold declarations on the playground and the drama, angst-filled experiences within the halls of a high school and the false confidence of a college party and nearly a quarter of a century, and double that in stories told to me..

Poetry - Romantic

Modern Evil

They call themselves a medium, but not from what I see, their medium's unbalanced, so near catastrophe. They hide machinery under fluid grey and noise, It's to distract the children with the newest little toys. They traffick in the human mind, they shuffle you around, and have the nerve to brag their algorithm will astound. To feed their analytics, they'll interpret what you've said, and alter what you see, 'till the gun's against your head. When questioned on their ethics, they'll hide behind a screen, and try to use collective fault as means for keeping clean. They curate all your options and try to call it choice, then tell you

Poetry - General

Featuring marathon

So I stumbled across this 'tagging' thing, where you answer fast enough and get the person to mention you in their journal, along with his/her three favorite works and I figured: What the heck. So here's my part of the bargain :) Rules 1. For each of the 20 first people answering this journal, I will put their avatar and the three deviations I like most from their gallery on the list! 2. If you answer, you have to do the same in your journal, putting the tagger on the first place. The idea of this is not to get a free feature, it is to spread art around for everyone! 1. ~kyeirachan (https://www.deviantart.com/kyeirachan) :thumb211468398: :thumb211489115: :thumb197632066:

Journals

Carnival Love

Hold my hand, My Love. Dead lights and lost music. Sit on my lap in this hollow carnival. Worthless pumpkins grow on the edges watching. A faded rainbow comes to an end at the smiling faces. Keep close, I'm not going to let you go. The talking lights are just dead plans. Damn them all, damn the lot who says we can't be. I told you to love me You made our rainbow end. Damn it all in this old and empty park. You're worthless to me now and they were right. We can't be and so you can't be. Good bye, My Love.

Halloween Contest

Power

A man from the local newspaper went to have an interview with a local farmer. After the introductions, they got to the issue at hand. “Now, you claim that not only have you witnessed alien life, but that it’s currently taken up residence at your farm.” “Yes, sir. It came to my door, and it could already speak English. I don’t know how, but it was already fluent. Even had the accent right. I don’t understand why nobody’s made a bigger fuss about this.” “A lot of people make claims about alien sightings. Since there’s never been substantial evidence supporting these claims, we’ve never g

Prompts

A Ballad of a Broken Heart, Served With Disdain

A ballad of a broken heart, served with disdain – Here! I curse you thenceforth, playing your wretched tricks. Bon appetit, may you always carry this stain. For every moment you smile, every moment, vain, When love’s labor was lost, with tears counted like sticks: A ballad of a broken heart served with disdain. Remedies not yet present for such who feel pain, The pain of dejection measured with candle wick – Bon appetit, may you always carry this stain. Your fabled ilk served in satin savored silk, lain Upon those beds whose thorns were alive, which would lick A ballad of a broken hearts served with disdain Drama! Forsooth this torture that had broken twain The heart, poisoned, that had endured those needless pricks “Bon appetit, May you always carry this stain.” But all is forlorn, all my words are blown, like grain, Even like autumn leaves blown to serve, strong and thick, A ballad of a broken heart, served with disdain – Bon appetit, may you always carry this stain.

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