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LiteratureVehement LongingNo matter what I say, sitting here the music sinks it’s fangs into my heart. I want you so much- if I only knew your name, I’d utter it with such longing you’d be summoned to my side. How much longer do I need to wait here in the dark? If I only knew your face, I’d search this world, until you were found. I hate how lonely I am without you. What must I do to grab your attention? Is it even possible for you to need me too? Or am I alone in this unattainable desire? I want to seduce your heart, make your pulse race, engage your intellect, and inspire your wildest dreams. Chase after me- I’m lost here in this twisted dream. I locked everyone out, my walls won’t fall so easily anymore. Lie to yourself if you want to, but don’t lie to me. Please don’t forget me, even if I do.Daily Deviations

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LiteratureSlipping Between Dreams Chapter 49 Written with :iconDevonTomatoCat: These past two days in Torrinae, Iridethia had managed to keep her soul to herself. No peeking in on Ketz, no listening in on conversations, no matter how inadvertent that was. There’d been no run-ins with Ketz last night while dreamwalking, which was good, because two nights in a row would probably be more than either of them could handle. Thia had been very good, keeping herself distracted with her research. The picture it had painted was bad, but for the last hour her dread levels had climbed exponentially, until she was about to jump out of her skin from nerves. The sun had just set when the jarring ringing of her cell phone broke the ever thickening silence. In her frantic grab to answer the phone, she fumbled it twice. The caller ID said it was from Seth. “Hello?” She asked warily. “Thia, it’s me. Listen, it’s going to be a few more days. I know we should have been there already, but something came up on my end. Everyone is fine, so justSlipping Between Dreams

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LiteratureExcitement in KenderdooneBlack Rose Theater Guild presents: A NEW piece by; Epic Divine Auditions From: Monday the 13th 11:30 am- Tuesday the 14th 11:45 pm No Guild membership required for auditions Throughout Kenderdoone, excitement ran high. Epic Divine was a resident of our outlandishly awesome city of oddballs. A celebrity, you might say. They'd written some of the best plays and musicals to be produced in all of Mystique. It was rare that we'd get to be in and see a new work first, here in Kenderdoone. The fact that auditions weren't restricted to the theater guild could only mean that they were hoping for some of our more reclusive citizens to get in on the aShort stories

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LiteratureA Cat's Diary EntryDecember 28th Jade Nightsong is a stupid name to give a cat, and yet here I am, a cat with that for a name. You’d think they had some inkling that I wasn’t an ordinary cat, or maybe not even a cat at all. But no. The human who named me is just crazy. I think he wants to be a romance author or something. He certainly treats me with the same overbearing and annoyingly excessive amount of affection cat lovers oppress felines with the world over. The other humans call him Kevick Raine, but his pen name is Rye Storm. Don’t ask me why. I can’t fathom him at all. I’ve been living with him for 2 years, but nothing about him makes sense to me. You may be wondering why I’m bothering to write a journal if I’m a cat, or a being pretending to be a cat. You may also be wondering, why now instead of two years ago. Well, my unsuspecting audience, it’s because… I”m… BORED. Yes. There you have it. This is my grand, pressing, and overwhelmingly urgent reason to discard years of silence and taketoStory Fragments

LiteratureRemnants of A PastF*** this lonely feeling begging for a blade to keep me company So what if I feel alone and lost and sad? I don’t wanna listen to the Shadows I’ll drown out all the sounds I can’t hear Who cares about scars begging to be written with blood All I’d earn is anger and spite. No one wants to see Noone wants to hear the sounds I hold in These eyes of mine won’t spill tears Quite simply the numbness has them dry Who is she that wants to feel and write words? There is no creativity left. Only colors mocking my pain Yarn that becomes so slowly I want NEED more But more what? How can I go back to before? What’s left when I feel so used up and empty?light and shadow 2

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LiteratureStraightforward IngenuousI’m lost in the world in my head, don’t think I’ll ever go back. Don’t wanna stay in the cruel “real world”. I’d rather have my dreams. Don’t ask me to be a real person. Don’t tell me to be like everyone else. I haven’t found my true name yet, but when I do…. I’m going to be the one and only me, the one I always wished for- who sees the things I seek. I’m gonna make my dreams come true. I’m gonna do things my way. Of course you can watch if you’d like, but make sure to heed what I say: I don’t wanna be part of the real world- I’d rather liveSongs

LiteratureSleep EludesI don’t know why I want to cut. I don’t know why my skin itches for a blade. I wish I could sleep this off, But I feel like I’m not allowed to. My mind is restless, Searching for I know not what. I try to eat my feelings. It doesn’t really work. Now I have more to worry about instead of less. I’ve got my music on. I keep switching it up, As if I can’t find the right sound. I want to read, But nothing sounds good. I can’t crochet, My wrist is still healing. All these words only seem to confirm That I have a long way to go. I wonder when I can go to sleep And stop dwelling on these morbid thoughts?Emotive Sad Poetry

LiteratureSoul Mate Quest Journal 1st EntryJuly 20th This journal belongs to me, Cathleen Felix. It was an early birthday present from my older brother. I’ve spent the last two days trying to figure out how I wanted to use this. I finally came to the conclusion that I would write about everything that happens up to the eve of my 29th birthday. I want to have a lasting voice. A legacy of sorts for whoever cares to read this. I suppose that I should explain. My people are called the Winged Ones. Mine are dark green. I also have bright blue hair, black feline ears and a long, fluffy black tail. Other tribe of Winged Ones have different types of features, like the Wolf Clan, and theCathleen's Quest Finished

Literature Restless MindSo I’m anxious. I’m scared. Politics are rabid beasts with terrifying fangs. People tear each other down blindly, Seeking to be RIGHT, To Have the Power. They don’t care who they trample down in their quests for “GLORY”. I just want to live safely, Without worrying about survival, Or how I’m going to afford to live if SSI goes away. I’m afraid of how religion and hate are wielded like weapons. I hate the wars, the crime, and the murder. My parents spew the hate and irrationality. I don’t even know if four years will be the end of it. So many people feel extreme emotions about this, I don’t know what will happen. I’m terrified of the changes coming. Of the people in power.random nonfiction

LiteratureInescapable Chapter 1TEMPLE in Farina MATHIAS Jan 1, XXX1 I came to the temple because I have a deep need. I prayed very hard for a way to change my life. A way to end the aching loneliness, and lay down my sword. The priestess beckoned me towards the sacred fountain. Wordlessly, she handed me a small cup of water from the fountain. #Mathias, I have heard your prayers and shall grant your wish-if you follow my instructions. Every day for the next year you must write a journal entry. This is very important. If you truly want to lay down your sword, you must find the blue haired girl. She may hold the answers you seek.# So... Here I am writing in a journal I juInescapable Week 1

LiteratureCathleen's Quest 1st Journal EntryJuly 20th This journal belongs to me, Cathleen Felix. It was an early birthday present from my older brother, Stolen Light. I’ve spent the last two days trying to figure out how I wanted to use this. I finally came to the conclusion that I would write about everything that happens up to the eve of my 29th birthday. I want to have a lasting voice. A legacy of sorts for whoever cares to read this. I suppose that I should explain. My people are called the Winged Ones. Mine are dark green. I also have bright blue hair, black feline ears and a long, fluffy black tail. Other tribe of Winged Ones have different types of features, likeReworked Cathleen's Quest

Literature'Tatters' 1st segment1 a.m. ~Sandra Park I sat under "our" tree, thinking about the first time we'd kissed, tears streaming down my cheeks. Ok, I was bawling my eyes out, and my nose was all runny. I could hardly bring myself to say it. The words that had changed everything, but they kept running through my head. Like an annoying song you can't get rid of were his words: "I will never love you." Sure there was more before and after, but those were the words I couldn't get out of my head. A blurry light appeared before me-a flashlight? "Miss? Are you ok?" came a man's voice, musical and odd. I glared up at the man. "Go. To. Hell. Do I look ok to you?" He eUnfinished Stories

LiteratureAzurai Part 1 When the cloaked woman in a long, black and blue renaissance gown walked into Clover Inn with several large duffel bags slung over her shoulder, no one paid much attention. Since the Inn also doubled as a tavern, she plopped down at one of the open tables. Wearily she stretched her legs, revealing clunky black boots, and shrugged her burden carefully to the floor. As she did, a fluffy nimbus of blue hair was revealed. As she was seated at the spot with the brightest available light, this did draw some attention. She appeared not to notice. A slight tow head with long, silky locks hurried over to her table with a menu. "Hello, my lRequests

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