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Her Only Loveshe walks with angelsHer Only Love by TheFlawedOne
she knows all the fables
the ocean is her only love
an affair she does not speak of
the waves gently caress her
her angels quietly bless her
she glides through the midnight blue
she dances freely in the morning dew
and i love her, her long hair flows
her whispers are lovely prose
her eyes are so clear almost white
she fills my soul with sunny delight
i long to hold her in the sunny air
she's but a dream, she's not even there.
Thanksgivingthe children are hungry tonightThanksgiving by TheFlawedOne
volunteers deny their plight
everyone in the city was fed
over and over they pound in my head
Thanksgiving was just another day
they are hungry and will stay that way
but no, she says, everyone ate
for food they had to wait
school meals is the only steady food
but in summer and holidays that's subdued
you cannot feed an entire city
that's the truth and it ain't pretty
so while you brag about all you did
just remember that poor, hungry kid
you did all you could, i will not deny
but to say you fed them all, well that's just a lie
Silence I’m lying bed, trying to sleep. I would normally be knocked out by now but it’s hot; my t-shirt sticks to my chest from the constant sweating. It doesn’t help that I’m shielding myself from the world by covering myself in a wool blanket as a way to block out meaningless noise constantly seeping into my room from our partying neighbors. It's routine for them to have guests over, I couldn't tell you if it's the same people routinely coming over but they're just as obnoxious nevertheless. It's a bit past midnight and I need to be up early to attend class.Silence by DylanSeto
Alas, as I'm on the verge of dozing off, I'm interrupted by a women's scream, "I don't want to hear any talk about death or suicide in this house; you got that? It’s not a nice topic."
It's my mom; with no context, I'm left to deduce everything on my own. I'm to only piece together that she was talking to my sister, who I'd imagine was in bed as w
Panic AttackIt was about 8 pm on Monday night. I just finished dinner when all of a sudden, I had the worst pain. I wouldn't say in my life because I felt this before, but the doctor said it was my gall bladder. Maybe at that time it was. I've also had five kids so yes, I do know pain.Panic Attack by TheFlawedOne
All of a sudden I started vomiting like crazy. It felt like my chest and back were racing to tag the other. I had chest pains and couldn't breathe. My roommate looked at me and said "you need the ER" I agreed and into his car we went. We got to the ER and it was packed. I wondered how long I'd have to sit in the waiting room. I got up to the desk and a nurse asked me what the problem was. I told her and she went to the phone and said we have another for a bed. They had one bed left. They hooked me up to lots of machines and set an IV in my hand. I had monitors on my chest and a thing on my finger to measure my oxygen.
I was in
The King Without A NameThe council ordered him killed. That’s something they will never be able to justify, but it will never make them evil. After all, at first, I wasn’t sure if I should kill him, either. He was only 11 years old when I first met him, in the tunnels below. Oh yes, I see the surprise on your face… I’ve been to hell, friends. I’ve visited the Dark Under and seen the one whose name is not spoken, I’ve stared him right in the face and stayed sane. I’m an Elf, we have different standards of sanity than you humans do.The King Without A Name by OnLinedPaper
I was not alone when I met him, no. I was with my closest, my dearest friends – Nerkom the Sorcerer and Vi the Radiant. Ah, I see you know those names. Yes, yes, I am Mikhal. No, I chose to forgo a title, and I am fairly certain that by extension I am wanted by the council as well… but that is neither here nor there. No, we are in no danger here, I promise you. Shall we continue with the story?
He was eleven when we met him. For
A fishy new life: troubled spirits and optimismThey were home alright. They were sitting on the coach looking glum.A fishy new life: troubled spirits and optimism by Hedging
“Hey guys!” Karen said. “My training went well! How was school for you?”
They both sighed.
“Not too well huh?” Richard said.
“It was a nightmare!” Amy said. “We felt like...fishes out of water!”
“We they kept asking us stuff we knew nothing about!” Danny cried. “Like what sports do you know, who’s your favorite sea ruler....we may technically be one of them, but on the inside we’re still human!”
“I know it’s hard for you guys but....” Richard started.
“NO YOU DO NOT!” Amy cried. “Because your other guard guys knew our secret! WE can’t tell anyone else here, so they expect us to know everything! And...and....”
“Come here you guys.” Karen said offering a hug.
“Why?” Danny asked.
“Why what?” asked Richard.
“Why did you make
A fishy new life: new life plans and evil plans“Rise and shine Amy!” Rover cried to Amy in bed the next morning.A fishy new life: new life plans and evil plans by Hedging
Amy groaned. “What...what’s up?” she asked
“You and Danny are starting you new school.” Rover said.
Amy rubbed her eyes. “New school?”
“Yeah, your new mermaid school!” Rover said. “It’ll be great!”
“Oh my God.” Amy said. “Tell mom and dad...I don’t feel too well...”
“You don’t wanna grow up to be a seamule do you?” Rover asked.
“I’m just....nervous.” Amy said. “I’ve only been a mergirl for about a day...”
“17 hours actually.” Rover corrected.
‘Whatever!” Amy said. “I’m just....so nervous!”
“Well, I don’t mind being a porpoise!” Rover said. “I can talk to you guys now! Not to mention...that crab that works for us...kind of appealing...”
Amy sighed and got up. She swam downstairs to see
A fishy new life: A new heroThe supposed death of Richard had the family striken. And to make matters worse, the press would not give the family a moment’s peace. They were swarming them with questions everywhere they went.A fishy new life: A new hero by Hedging
Finally, one evening the family was eating dinner and finally had some peace.
“Why won’t the respect our privacy mommy?” Danny asked.
“Becaue they’ve vultures sweetie.” she said. “They’re not gonna for a while.”
“So...who are you gonna run the company by yourself?” Amy asked.
“I guess so.” Karen said. “It wont be easy, cause the economy is picking up again...kids I’m there’s gonna be some changes around here for the time being.”
Amy and Danny sighed.
“For starters, you two will need to take the bus home everyday. And with most of our staff gone, I’m gonna need you two to start celaning up more around the house...we’ll be able to hire a butler and stuff again soon now th
Adobe Slabs: Segment 8Adobe Slabs: Segment 8 by MPhlox
The other day, Billy had asked M if he could borrow his computer since his own phone's capabilities were rather limited. M didn't see why not and didn't even venture to ask why. But he'd been on the computer more and more frequently. M couldn't help but be a bit curious about Billy's seemingly sudden obsession with email.
Halfway through another passionate argument between M and Mags (Mags was winning), Billy exclaimed, "Really??"
"Sorry, I'll tell her to keep it down," M said to Billy. He turned to Mags and whispered, "look, you have to know when you're wrong; the Pink Soldier is way better than the Red Soldier."
"No, it's not you. I'm just--I'm, uh." Billy looked at the two of them playing with Soldier plushies and then back at the computer screen, "I've been, like, looking at other apartments in the area-ish, y'know, and it's hella frustrating."
Ah, so that's what he'd been up to.
So it became a thing that whenever Bil
Life Sentence 1UPI’d trade it all to get that feeling back, literally I mean itLife Sentence 1UP by justakid93
I’d sacrifice my life and everything in it
Just to have you in it, I’d do whatever to win it
I love you and fucking hate you and everything in between it
It’s hey you and then it’s fuck you, my demons have me defeated
Were we ever friends? Did this shit ever have any meaning?
Fuck the meaning… Cause you can’t even fathom the feeling
The phantom menace was breeding, it had me steaming and fiending
I used to think I’d trade it all, cause you had it all
My heart belonged to you, my mind was trapped inside your walls
But right before the fall you vanished and I was bald
Like Samson I balled until my fall and then I collapsed the walls
I used to think zero and zero could make infinite
Until infinite became inferno and you 1up’d over me
But no need for repetition, my mission is to get lifted
Cause every sentence has an ending, here’s my beginning
Life Sentence IIII used to think I’d trade it all, because you had it allLife Sentence III by justakid93
My heart belonged to you, my mind was trapped inside your walls
But right before the fall you vanished and I was bald
Like Samson I balled until my fall and then collapsed the walls
Underneath the rubble lay a boy unworthy of dying
My shine was bright as a dime, but deep inside resides a diamond
Perfect timing young Simba, the return of the lion
I had to skydive from Zion just to remember who I am
I’m a giant; from the concrete rose a man with the world in his hands
Misunderstood by society so I have no choice but to overstand
No need for repetition, my mission is to get lifted and free
Every sentence has an ending so let the story begin... ENTER FREE ME.
Tidbits of Nostalgia on Sesame St.I miss the days when we didn't need phones, computers and fancy things...Tidbits of Nostalgia on Sesame St. by justakid93
I miss the days when all we needed were our own 2 feet, a bike and an N64... and a nerdy best friend with a PS1...
I miss the days when being a super saiyan still meant something...
I miss the days when the Simpsons was bad...
I miss the days when I had you... both of you...
I miss the days when we were all that mattered... and Grandma and Danio and Kenny...
I miss the days when the world was only 2 cities...
I miss the days when she would tease and make fun of me and all I could do was smile...
I miss the days when she gave me butterflies...
I miss the days when our 'Arnold and Helga' relationship was special...
I miss the days when she was my favorite person and my arch rival...
I miss the days when I thought she would be around forever...
I miss the days when I'd watch Revenge of the Sith and hope for a different ending after the hundredth time...
I miss the days when Smash Bros was our only competition...
Dreams Come True ~ 3Chapter 3: Treacherous landDreams Come True ~ 3 by Psychographer16
Calm day on the deck. Today, absolutely nothin' in sight as usual. Colonel keeps telling me we'll be there soon. Why did I entrust him the compass? What's more, Tabby is starting to lose hope. Not good. I spotted a seagull nest this morning. Nothin' special. But it reminded me of the one I saw yesterday. . . And the day before that. . . And the day before that. . . And the da-OH WHY AM I WASTING PAPER ON THIS? Wait! Why am I even writin' all this? . . . That's just ripper! I'm starting to lose my mind. No! I refuse to give up. Gotta smarty! I must keep the crew spirit up. Because that's the main priority of the one and only Great Captain-"
"Marine, what are jabbering about this time?" Blaze the Cat unenthusiastically asked her friend/travel companion from behind.
"AAAIIIEEE!" Marine the Raccoon exclaimed and jumped into the air, almost hitting the ceiling, after being inter
Dystopian FutureBeginningDystopian Future by TheMeTheyDontSee
They say that the wall was built to keep Mexicans out of the United States. I wonder if that’s true because most of us would do anything to get to Mexico, legal or not. I know that I would and will, or die trying. I’m the oldest of 8 children and my family needs me. My mom is too sick to work and her medication cost more than our house. My mom won’t talk about it, but my dad used to do some shady things to put food on the table. When the cops found out, I became the man of the house. There isn’t a lot of work for someone who couldn’t afford to go to school, but I do what I can. Transporting drugs is a dangerous business and if I get caught I’ll end up like my dad, but it’s the only way to keep my family alive…except for my mom. It seems like her medicine gets more expensive every day and my source in East Saint Louis is drying up. Finding a new source is v
Skunk SKUNKSkunk by tigerbar
My name is Skunk. I was named that by my dad, or so Im told.
The Second Manchurian Invasion is my last memory of Los Angeles. I remember standing on the edge of the beach in a city that I never thought would be empty. Half of the Westside had been leveled. Beverly Hills, Bel-Air, Westwood, Brentwood--all flattened by the bomb. I knew it would happen. Every night I felt it in my gut, but would sit in quiet fear. I dont know how I could be calm and afraid all at once. It doesnt make too much sense in your mind, but we learn by example. Its the way my mom was.
She decided to stay back in Los Angeles even after the First Invasion. The borders of the United States of America had all but officially been pushed back to the Rockies after the Invasion. San Francisco, Seattle and Los Angeles all fell in a matter of days. I dont remember any of it; I was born 9 months after the First Invasion. But I heard stories here and there. No one liked
Zurk and D87In the future no one speaks in riddle or rhyme.Zurk and D87 by tigerbar
Everyone has one bedroom. That bedroom is in Los Angeles.
But it doesn't end there. As exciting as the future is, it's even more exciting that it isn't (exciting).
There is a robot. His name is Zurk1ors. His code is written in PHP. (The future is full of awe. Read: "awful.")
But it doesn't end there. He speaks in riddles.
He was programmed to confuse others and act confused himself. He was also programmed to have mood swings when the earth swings. Every earth quake that jolts Los Angeles changes his mood. Today, he is in Fiesta mode!
[Enter Zurk1ors' into apartment D87.8.16 (Downtown building 87, floor 8, apartment 16) inhabited by D87.8.16 of the same name)
[Resident of D87.8.16 of turns to Zurk1ors]
D87.8.16: Zurklors! Sometimes I wonder what else is out there in this great big world. I mean there has to be more to it than just buildings and robots.
D87.8.16: No, I know ther
Number 68After the Third Great War there was barren wasteland of earth. Vines grew over the buildings and bridges. Wild flowers grew in fields of dust and grime. Sometimes you could hear a bird singing in the distance but it wasn't quite beautiful, it was eery. The earth was almost silent. There was great ash over the world due to nuclear bombs.Number 68 by TheFlawedOne
Many children survived, however. Their parents hid them away while they were taken to prisoner camps. Eventually, the bombings stopped and the children ran wild, trying to gather food and avoid wild animals.
One day, men in yellow uniforms came and gather the children and transported them to orphanages. In one orphanage, 175 children were detained. It was an old mental health hospital. Nobody knew where the patients went and nobody cared to ask. It was just more people to take care of.
The orphanage used to be bright and cheery. But with the war, everything was smeared wi
please come backplease come back by TheFlawedOne
it's hard to believe
the moon still glows
the sun still shines
the stars still twinkle
you've been gone since
the earth stopped spinning
the grass stopped growing
the flowers stop smelling
i've been dying since
you kissed me goodbye
you told me not to cry
you walked out the door
now i no longer
[please come back]
NaNoWriMo TeaserNaNoWriMo Teaser by MusicInducedDaydream
Some early mornings, before I begin to brew my coffee, I’ll think I catch the faint memory of rosehip oil drifting in the kitchen- that the golden haze of sunrise is teasing reflections off from disturbed dust bits, dancing around the empty stove top. Then I blink and rub my lids, and when I open them again, the hallucination has faded and I brew my coffee alone.
Pretty Pretty AlicePretty Pretty Alice by FireEmber345
I can't remember a time when anything was as frightening as the day I came to Wimwall Estate. A once large family empire famed for their finest alcohol, now abandon after the family tree was cut short. I was not so sure on the details on what happened, but I manage to buy this old place and turn it into a museum of the Wimwalls colorful history.But looking back now, I wish I'd never set foot in that place.
After setting everything up and getting things ready for our tourist, one of my employees, Tomas Edd came rushing and stuttering about Coffins in a secret room. After an hour of calming him down, we followed him to the study and he flipped a switch, opening a secret room that held the coffins.We checked the coffins labels to read Alice Wimwall on the left and Phil Grey Wimwall on the right. They were the last of the Wimwall generation.
But the thing spelled our doom. What was on the coffins was never to be separated from them. On Alice's final resting place was a old 155 year old poe
The maiden in the paintingThe maiden in the painting by FireEmber345
I had always been good with plants. I was able to turn amazing works of nature into art for nobles. Many people would pay for my grand work, they would want me to make various shapes and forms out of the shrubs. I was very proud of my work. I thought the very hands I was born with were a sign of the grand power above.
Nothing would make me turn away from a grand display of gardening. Until, one day, I received a letter from far across the country. A widowed nobleman with the name Ikolide Benditbarkerten, who was trying to find the best gardener for his manor. What they would be willing to pay for me to be their personal gardener was the largest amount of money I had ever read, let alone had. I felt a sense of amazement, at the employment they had requested, so I went off to the castle.
Soon after, I wished that I had never even accepted the position at that place. The carriage brought me to the Silver and Black castle of the Benditbarkerten. The sky that hung below the castle was as da
The Lady ApparitionThe Lady Apparition by FireEmber345
I am a woman of manners. I bow, I ate properly, and I be kind to people. I've been headmistress of Scottswells' Elegance Academy. But I wasn't always like this. In fact, back in my teenage years I was a terrible rotten brat. I mean really rotten.
I would play hooky, litter, cheat, date greasers and bad boys behind my parents and take my parents money without permission. My parents soon couldn't take it anymore and told me that if I'm going to get anywhere in life, that I should start acting like a lady. So they forced me to transfer to Scottswells' Elegance Academy. I thought it was for squares and uptight snobs.
They all dressed the same, hey acted like waiters at fancy smancy restaurants, and they are cleaned pressed. Looking back on it now makes me see how spoiled I was. My name is Leanor Lavane, once spoiled brat.
Even in the weeks that they had teach or at least try, I had shown nothing but how to be a Miscreant. The headmistress at the time Ms. Dina Quartell, gave me ugly looks a
Clean up on Delta 9"Shhhh, quiet yourself Tyler. The droid is approaching."Clean up on Delta 9 by tigerbar
We stood as still as possible inside a custodial closet. I was praying to Science that this droid model wasn't a heat sensor. Through the slits of the vent I got a decent look at the droid as it was approaching. Thank my lucky molecules! It was a one of the cheaper model security droids, derivative of a vacuum cleaner. Basically all it could do is clean the floor and detect large vibrations and abnormally loud sounds.
But my sigh of relief was going to be short lived. I could feel that burrito from Pedros Famous Cyber Cafe moving through my bowels. Shoot! The droid was only 10 feet away but the burrito felt like it was only 10 seconds away! I knew this situation was tense. If I couldn't hold down that burrito the Vacuum droid 2.0 was going to detect me and Sally for sure.
My stomach grumbled loudly.
Sally stared at me with a look of panic. "Tyler, is that... the burrito?!"
I whispered back to her with sweat streaming down my face
Selfie EXT. STREET - DAYSelfie by DylanSeto
JOHN is walking down the street while listening to music.
He looks up to see two MEN having a fight.
He takes out his phone and starts filming the scene.
Fuck you, man. That's why your mom is
is in a fuckin' wheelchair.
Man #1 punches Man #2 in the f
John The Robber INT. WAREHOUSE - DAYJohn The Robber by DylanSeto
HOWARD and ANTHONY are sitting across from each other.
There's a crate between them with a map placed on top of it.
They're having a meeting.
...and then we exit from the back
He points to the map.
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch by witch1978
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Argentina's room was markedly smaller than Mexico's, although it was in much better order, save a small bundle of blankets in the corner. Mexico walked into the room ahead of his host and sat on the end of a rather small bed. Argentina walked over to the pile of blankets in the corner, which Mexico noticed was making a strange noise. Argentina brushed back a blanket to reveal the small, brown spotted face of a calf.
Mexico watched this with restrained intrigue. He couldn't stop himself from asking dubiously "Juan, why do you have a cow in your room?" The tall boy swept the calf into his arms and then walked over to the middle on the room and sat down before answering "I found him the last time I went back down to my home, he was abandoned by his mother. I guess I just knew how he felt too much to leave him". Mexico felt suddenly uncomfortable sitting on the bed while Argentina was on the floor. He stood up and walked over to where Argentina was sitting and sat down next to him. Again,
Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Alfred dismounted and looked around to see if anyone had noted his lateness, he noted no one. Maybe England wouldn't scold him if no one knew he was late. He walked into the house which was currently housing the English colonies from the Americas. It was only then that he noticed that someone had seen him, his younger brother. He called to him "Mathew, how long have you been waiting?" Canada answered "A couple hours. Where the Hell were you?"
America didn't particularly want to tell his brother about the chance encounter with Mexico. There was something about it that felt like it was secret and special, and that was exciting. So, he responded simply "I got lost". Canada was rather unconvinced "You got lost for several hours? You would have to have the directional sense of a teaspoon to do that". America still refused to tell his brother, it was too important for some reason. So he added in a voice that he knew would keep his brother from asking any more questions "I was really lost".
Blessed to be DepressedI'm grateful I'm depressed,Blessed to be Depressed by tigerbar
in part because I'm blessed.
Not in spite of my depression,
but because of my depression.
It makes me want to die,
piss and moan and cry.
But it also makes me think,
in ways that are unique.
Which in and of itself's no prize,
but for what it helps me realize.
That we are all hurting.
Some more, some less.
But with your hurt I truly empathize.
And for that, I'm truly blessed.
Lightening stormsGod I love the lightning!Lightening storms by tigerbar
How it booms and how it roars!
It echoes through my chest;
makes my heart skip a beat.
And for that second I could almost die,
A pause and then repeat.
God I love the lightning.
The flash, the sound, the rain.
God I love the lightning.
You externalizie my brain.
And then the quiet thunder,
the cool and humid air.
The excitement that is charged and stored.
The damage unrepaired.
It's like you speak to me and say,
let's end it all, this very day.
God you speak so loudly.
It's when you sound most clear.
I wait for the storm to start.
Then stop and reappear.
But there is something exciting going on,
To waken up my brain.
I love the break in monotony.
I love the sudden rain.
There's nothing scary about this power.
It feels like pure release.
And if it ever struck me down,
my heart my be appeased.
I don't know if I accomplished much.
Nothing like a lightning storm.
But for once it makes me feel like
crazy is the norm.
No one is outside; it's quiet once again.
Ode to GodI don't know if I'm brainwashed;Ode to God by tigerbar
I don't know where you are.
I thought I heard you whisper.
I thought you weren't too far.
But the longer that I linger,
the more my light grows dim.
I don't know how to seek you;
I don't how to begin.
Or rather, how to begin again.
I feel like I've more than knocked.
I'm banging at the door.
I've asked, I've searched, I've shouted.
Please leave me wanting more.
Instead, I think, I have my head,
and maybe nothing more.
Empty on a rock that's spinning,
pounded on the shore.
I love you less the more I look,
and for the guilt that still remains.
Every time I look for you,
and am left with just my brain.
God I want so badly to make sense of you
I want so badly to understand why
If I'm too sincere I'm chided
by you, and everyone alike.
By heart is simmering now.
The only miracle I can say,
is that I've been simmering
and lived another day.
It has to end soon, I think.
But please don't let the night
Take over all the hopes and dre
Death Diary (Entry 54)Death Diary (Entry 54) by GabrielRaven
I have a voice too, you know. I would describe it as…soothing. Most might consider me harsh and maybe even cold sounding…but rather, I think I am soothing. Relaxed, if you will. Though I do not participate in much conversation, I do like to speak to myself sometimes…or maybe I’m speaking to nothing at all. Maybe that’s why I envy singers so much. They can burst forth in song and let the world hear their voice…but I am just a background piece. I am the one who works silently and does my work without sound and without praise. How I yearn to be heard.
I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start by telling you where I am. Well, it’s blue…very very blue. The sky is cloudless and the sun could not be brighter. The chill of winter is starting to shrink away as spring warmth begins to take its hold on the country side. I’ve developed a bit of a sore throat from breathing in the intense cold for so long. I’m sure you ca
Chapter 4- Contrived ComedyIt should have been another typical day. It was a first.Chapter 4- Contrived Comedy by jeychen5
I was heading to Bunker Nine to see Leo, as usual. I was carrying the usual thing: a book, a bag of Cheeto Puffs, and a couple of Cokes. Outside food was against the rules, but I knew a kid in the Hermes cabin who could sneak all sorts of stuff in for a couple of golden drachmas.
When I got to Bunker Nine, I saw that Leo was in the lit forge cleaning it out, his entire body was engulfed in flames. Just an average Tuesday in the life of Leo Valdez.
"Howzit Leo?" I yelled, hoping to be heard over the roar of the flames. "I hope you like Cheetos cause–AAAAH!”
The fire around Leo had died out, revealing him to be only in his boxers shorts (that I may or may not have gotten a good look of).
I cupped my hands over my eyes, and everything in my arms spilled onto the floor. A coke exploded and started to spray all over the place. "Dude!"
Leo didn't seem to notice. "What's wrong with–"
Chapter 3 - InsecticideTap tap tap.Chapter 3 - Insecticide by jeychen5
I looked up at the source of the tapping and gritted my teeth. He was doing it again.
By “it” I meant Leo absentmindedly tapping his finger on the table. He usually did this, and at first I didn't mind. It was part of his ADHD. Most demigods had it—it was a part of our battle reflexes, and Leo had ADHD on steroids.
But after a while it was starting to get really, really irritating.
I tried to ignore it and looked back down at my Polaroid pictures. I was documenting the building progress of the Argo II. It was really coming along; the skeletal frame of the ship was all laid out and the engine was complete. It was hard to believe that it’s only been about a month since Leo and his siblings first started to build it.
The first picture was of Leo holding the heavy head of Festus in front of the engine of the Argo II. Grease was smeared across his face and clothes. Another picture was of the rest of cabin nine working together to build the
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Death by SeaI left her dead by the sea shore.Death by Sea by letmechoosemyownway
I left her where the waves were sure to pull her out to sea.
This is what she asked of me, you see.
She told me, days before, that she wanted to be buried in the ocean’s gentle, but masterful grasp.
She told me she wanted to always smell of the balmy salt water that always crashed on the shore.
She told me that she wanted to visit the Titanic, and the bottom of the deepest trench.
She told me that it had been her dream to see what it was like under all that water.
I told her that it wasn’t normal to be buried out at sea.
I told her I would miss how she always smelled of lavender after the rains crashed on our meadow.
I told her there wasn’t much to see on the Titanic, or the deepest trench.
I told her I would miss being able to see her, even on a good or bad day.
She sat at the crest of our hill and told me she knew.
She could sit at the crest of our hill overlooking the blue wonder that stretched to the horizon and tell me she knew.
Getting Exposure for Your Art, Part 1: The BasicsThis was created for the :iconbuild-your-platform: group. Share, join, and enjoy!Getting Exposure for Your Art, Part 1: The Basics by RipleyNox
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Mastering online platforms like deviantArt isn't difficult, but it can be time-consuming. We'll preface this new series with a simple mantra:
"When I do the work, I will get results."
It really is that simple. There will be days when you feel like you're doing a lot with nothing happening in return, but I encourage you to see beyond the beginning stages to the big picture. At first, you are the only one talking about what you do. After a while, others will talk about it too, and then you don't have to work so hard. But you will always have to pay attention and you will always have to give more than take. So just get used to it. The payoff is worth it: getting to do what you love for a living.
Since we are doing this on online platforms like deviantArt and etsy a
ChronometerThe spring breeze blew gently through the daffodils, arching their stems and raising the delicate petals as if engaged in a vibrant dance. They were the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes. Enthralled by their elegance, she rose from her bed, and beckoned by their fragrance, she bowed for them, through her window, and gathered one in her grasp. Deftly, she braided it into her hair.Chronometer by EphemeralPlumeria
The road that led to the city was long and lonesome. Asphodel had always enjoyed jaunting over it. Despite the tranquillity of the journey, she never felt more vivacious than when she was strolling over that road, through forestry and plains. Even the city it took her to, while buzzing with more life than any
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