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Another drop falls upon the floor
A ring that sings within
Opening through another door
A knock between and in
Within the fall the time goes slow
A pause in pain to stall
Fading is life's purest glow
Caught within the call
Another droplet falls away
Darker grows the soul
Somewhere lost between night and day
Shuddering to your whole
Cracks and cuts within your heart
The soul-shine mirror shatters
Where the lines due their depart
And sensibility scatters
A droplet into the puddle fore
Mutilations everywhere
Dripping from your hallow core
Falling from you to there
Absent comfort, absent solace
You begin to think
In a time of purest solstice
As you near the brink
Another drip dares from your heart
Shaking against the cold
Has come unbidden to restart
Pain by: all the years of old
Memory returns, pain renewed
By their absent care
Though giving others smiles trued
The drops don't fade to air
Another drip falls from your hand
Resonating in your soul
Darkness daring its demand
A slowly gr
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Love's Imprint
I still find myself bleeding over the wound you left me, three years later. Some days you are the dull in my fingertips, others you are my inability to look a man in the eye. But mostly, you are my constant distrust. My body no longer feels set ablaze passing by your house, or hearing your name. But my mind remains bruised, even with years to heal and countless short-lived remedies. I've tried the pills, pot, liquor, and even flimsy lovers, but my friends still manage to say they miss the old me. The me that you took away. And between trying to still recollect the shatters of my heart and mind, I can't seem to find her either. No one told me love would do this to me, no one managed to tell me what happens after. If I knew what I did now, I would of saved whatever remaining sanity I had and left.
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The Sprites of Breen Chapter 1 by LittleKing95 The Sprites of Breen Chapter 1 :iconlittleking95:LittleKing95 1 0
i got a red rose
from a loved one.
i snipped off the flower
and kept the thorns,
as she stared at me in shock.
i told her
that I loved her, but that
i would rather be profound
than deceived.
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Love is...
That dusty, old board game on the highest shelf -
Impossible to reach until we are tall enough.
Or perhaps, until a step stool is used? (Alas, however, that is blind ambition!)
But once we are tall enough, and we grasp it,
We find that some parts are broken,
Some parts are missing,
And the instructions are nowhere to be found!
We still play the game.
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I Am Axel (A Poem about discovering my Fursona)
***Hello again, many people remember that read my work titled “Much Love”, that at MWFF 2014, I went to a panel where I discovered more about myself.
That same night, mere hours after I got home, I had a dream about “Axel”.
This was the dream I had about myself and discovering Axel, my fursona.
I hope you enjoy. :D
“I am Axel”
Its dark,
Midnight black.
Where am I?
That noise,
Could it be...sobbing?
Forward I go,
Deeper into the darkness,
Further and further within myself,
Until I come face-to-face
With the source of the sobbing.
Its dimly lit,
But I can see myself.
I am sitting on a wooden chair,
Carved into it are the words I used to think of myself:
Dumb, useless, clumsy, walked-on, clipped, hurt...
My hands over my eyes,
slouched forward;
the sobs swell.
That was me.
The me they’ve hurt.
The me they’ve tortured with taunts.
The me they’ve ignored.
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VORG: Chapter 4
VORG: Chapter IV
      With an intensity-induced uncharacteristic brevity Vorg began:
      “The planet is not yet fully under my control, preventing me from seeking the artefact. It will take more time than we planned.”
      “You were dispatched, not to control the planet, but to uncover the conspiracy of these enigmatic constructs. Dominion is a secondary concern, one to which you may devote yourself after securing our prize.” replied Vorg's benefactor, in a voice before which the universe itself seemed to tremble.
      Vorg had always been curious about the nature of his god's interactions. He had only ever spoken to Lord Absolus via digital link, leaving him unsure as to whether the feelings of mental strain induced by his benefactor's words were an inevitable consequence of the mental discrepancy between himself and the neo-sapien (the technical term for beings such as lord Absolus, although many
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Too Many Problems
Tell me all your secrets
Give me the dilution
All I have are problems
That never reach solution
Tell me how to act,how to do, how to fly
Tell me all reasons to explain all the "why"
All I got are ideas and dreams
That never have the ability to take flight
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There are nights I live for love
Savoring your every touch and etching the memory
So I can keep it till those nights again
But tonight
I lived for the stars
Guitar in hand
Breathless at the beauty of it all
Playing out my song for you
Eyes twixt the melody in the sky
Hands picking the eccentricity
Lips shaping everything unspeakable
And for a moment, I'm with you
I can see, smell, and taste you
Then it's over and I'm reeling
Etching so I can stand the test of time
Till the night, again, I can live for you
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The night when tomorrow's come together
It’s a somber, dark, and stormy night to go for a road trip at Sublette. There’s a British girl, wearing a fedora, lying on the cold ground on the edge of the forbidden forest. After she sees more ghouls on the way, she stood up to the feet and started running to catch her breath. She was tortured by the psychopathic drake, the new vampire king, and his trusty princess Rexha. The fire backed off burning the ashes from its nature. Turning aside, she sees her wounds inflicted and drips of blood fall on the grassy plain. She ran as fast as she can from the vampires, who were after her blood. She catches breath when she sees a road, but she faints, falling down the hills to the road. Dim lights from a car appear, yet she gazed at the light for a minute and faint suffering from her wounded joints.
Taylor: Patrick, are you sure where we are going? Sounds to me, we’re lost!
Patrick: we’re not lost and I know where we are going?
Taylor sees a girl lying on the ground an
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Brothers [part two]
I had to find out for myself whether Jude was really still here or not. I simply waited down a curve in the hall until Lorcan left the room to go somewhere—which, thankfully, didn’t take too long—then slip into the door. Now I could see the room with the boring beige walls and the small portion of it separated by a glass wall at the end.
Behind it sat Jude, the same way I’d seen him yesterday. Tied to a chair, gagged, bloody, bruised. A mess.
I swallowed hard. Only a few weeks ago he’d messed up my hair and said “Good job, kid,” after I shot a bulls-eye on a target from twenty yards. It was mostly luck, to be honest. I was a horrible shot.
I went over to the glass wall, swung open the door that led into the small room. Jude’s eyes had been closed, but as soon as I opened the door he’d snapped awake. His eyes narrowed, and I watched him strain against the gag, trying to talk. I cleared my throat, praying that my voice wouldn’t
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Beyond Me
I didn’t expect this to happen,
especially to you.
But in my heart, I am thankful.
My life is better having met you.
Everywhere I go I see couples walking hand in hand,
enjoying themselves.
Ever since I was in middle school I have seen young teens in relationships.
Sadly they usually don’t last long.
Young love as some people say.
I didn’t think I would experience young love in my life time.
Maybe when I was in the 30’s or so possible,
but never in my early adult years.
Having the want of wanting someone to be with me was beyond me,
That is, until I met you.
Sure when we first met we were just friends,
who shared a little of the same past.
But things chanced..
I found out that the only one who understood me, was you.
You would talk to me for hours, about how we felt about curtain topics.
School. Family. Past. Etc… even topics such as what we felt about love….
Love is a tricky thing,
It can be hard to make people accept you for who you
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Sweet dreams...???
Where are you?
Dad !!!!!!!"
Lightning pierces the darkening sky
as rain continues to pour.
But above the thunderous storm could be heard
the sobs of a little girl all alone.
Drenched in her own pool of tears...
her heart torn and bruised.
Her swollen eyes lifts towards the sky...
as her minds drifts...drifts above it all...
" Wake up, my love.
wake up!
Daddy is here.
Her eyes lit up
as she runs into his arm.
Unable to contain her joy
her heart burst with excitement and laughter.
"Why are you laughing? "
"Cause you're here!
I'm so happy you're here!"
"I am happy as well. "
He lifts her up.
Holds her closer than he has ever done.
"Look my dear.
the sky is all clear now...
'It is?'
Now we can do all those stuff you planned.
"Now we can go to the movies together.
Now we can walk in the park, while i hold you close.
Now we could go bike riding together
we could even make something together for your mother.
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Angel Tears
Imagine a raindrop is an angel's tear
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
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shadenatoWDF Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2016
I know this is a random question but what is writing to you? What does it mean to you guys? Is it a vent for your emotion? Or is it just a way to show off your creativity?

How does writing benefit the community? How does it impact people? What impact does it make? Is it just empty words on a piece of paper?

Now, the hardest question: How will writing benefit a school? Of course, if you are good at writing and win writing contests, your writing skill will benefit the school since you are winning for them, but how else can writing be important to a school?

I'd like to know your thoughts about this! Especially your thoughts on the hardest question. Anyone can reply!
TheFwank Featured By Owner Jun 14, 2016  Professional Writer
Hey, I'm a longtime writer who made the jump into professional editing- what would the etiquette be for offering my services to the group?
Timmie33 Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2015  Student General Artist
I realy want to join in this group bit first I have some questions:

1. Can we post short/long dialogues?

2. Is there a submitting limit?

3. If the fan-fiction/dialogue is a little bit dirty/gore (or idk) we can post it or not?
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Stasia101Official Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2015  Student General Artist
OHMYGOD! Thankyou!! Thankyou for featuring all of my work in the featured folder! I feel so honored :) :) Heart 
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Spartans300 Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hello there, I'm writing a Disney Fan-Fiction and I have a question before I decide to join: what is the limit per submission? 
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AmazingCatherine123 Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2014  Student Writer
thank youzerz for letting me join! ^^
TaranJHook Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
when ever I try to submit something I get an error message saying that the folder is full. I've tried submitting to 3 different folders with different pieces and I got the same error each time.
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catloversjt Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2014   Writer
Thank you for accepting me. c:
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