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LiteratureGloriously AverageTypically despicable is how I define that word, sentencing it to a tightly sealed box Commanded by softly-scribbled sorcerers to remain shut lest I stray from the path Leading forward in good time, but not before loops and leaps and sudden pitfalls Take me where I need to go, even when I don't know for sure what that place is. Once upon an adolescent time, however, average was welcomed with open arms So happy to drop the veteran pencil worthy of a pink heart powerful enough to erase Every memory of burdening proof and examined angles making us wish for Three-hundred and sixty degrees of separation certified by a judge dismissing letters, Inscribing only "S" for success on the notebooks of those who entered the fortress, Faced amalgamations of mathematics and finally, furiously, solved the problem... That was when I realized the problem was bigger than any esteemed professor Teasing our brains like a brilliant bully whose insults sound much too intelligent For many of us to actuallyAll

LiteratureGloriously AverageTypically despicable is how I define that word, sentencing it to a tightly sealed box Commanded by softly-scribbled sorcerers to remain shut lest I stray from the path Leading forward in good time, but not before loops and leaps and sudden pitfalls Take me where I need to go, even when I don't know for sure what that place is. Once upon an adolescent time, however, average was welcomed with open arms So happy to drop the veteran pencil worthy of a pink heart powerful enough to erase Every memory of burdening proof and examined angles making us wish for Three-hundred and sixty degrees of separation certified by a judge dismissing letters, Inscribing only "S" for success on the notebooks of those who entered the fortress, Faced amalgamations of mathematics and finally, furiously, solved the problem... That was when I realized the problem was bigger than any esteemed professor Teasing our brains like a brilliant bully whose insults sound much too intelligent For many of us to actuallyFeatured

LiteratureBirds of a Feather“Look, I found a clue!” Vadan said those words in a tone to match the sunlight painting the forest’s trees. The rocky road almost dusting over bare footprints, birds sharing unflinching eye contact with the traveling pair, and the tan backpack with just one strap intact were reminders of their mission and time’s precious state… still, Vadan opened the backpack and removed its contents one by one with the smile of a youngster pitching a tent for his fellow scouts. When one of the birds broke rank to take a chunk of white hair off Vadan’s head, his golden eyes did not break away from the work he was doing. Zakura approached the bird once it had retreated to its branch, whipping her violet hair and extending her shadow to touch the creature’s. She was stopped by the feeling of mud on her hand, brought on from Vadan’s earlier hunt for the pair of binoculars he’d dropped. “I have a funny feeling ticking them off will only mean more pattern baldness for us. And just look how nicely I laidInktober 2024

LiteratureFormal Request (Pt. 1) Alisa felt a tickle of guilt over what she was doing, but it wasn’t pesky enough to slow her down. What did linger was pity, because Kohav hadn’t shown any hesitation upon being told that Luka was a dear friend of hers. Envy crept in as well, mixed with longing for the days when she could’ve been so carelessly trusting. Zakura had told Alisa that the guardians were never to be underestimated, that any one of them could overpower her with ease… but the tone of Kohav’s voice was too much like a child who hadn’t been exposed to enough of reality’s soul-staining venom. Alisa doubted Kohav was leading her into some sort of trap, but she was certain his sister would be somebody to truly watch her step around. But even if the record keeper was powerful enough to silence her with a single strike, Alisa would not just survive… she would walk out of the library with every drop of information she needed to make her master’s retaliation against the guardians bloom. It was still hard to believeOC crossover stories

LiteratureI Will (An Outer Demons Poem)"I will never let the power, pride and legacy of my people fall Into the same abyss nearly successful in erasing us from history. Those who have branded us with no remorse will know the truth, Written plainly across the same land they deface without care. Monster is what they will call me, tyrant whipping around with it Like a ring of fire they expect me to set their cities ablaze with. Let the ignorant point their fingers, may every wall display my face: Come for my head if you dare, stand in my way and my lone regret Will be just how many like you have grown content with artificial light. I will shine real light on this world, pick up those pieces stepped over Just like every outcast whose wildest dream is someone caring. Their dream will come true... and the ones who created this nightmare Shall know a terror from which they can never wake up." "I will protect this beautiful world and its magnificent creatures, Never again allowing retribution to steal away children ofOuter Demons Poetry and Short Stories

LiteratureHellfire Back of Book Description (Idea One) It’s often feared or stated that the world as we know it is going to Hell, but what if we had the opposite problem? Master Zakura, queen of the proud race of demons and the planet Trear, has plenty of her own problems. War against her world’s guardian spirit has reduced her people to merely four, and the staggering list of losses is topped by her dear husband Vadan. Because of his sacrifice, Zakura stands alongside her two daughters and royal messenger who’s as resilient as he is dumbly lucky. There is some good news though: the rest of their race is only dead in one sense of the word. When a demon dies, their body is lost but they live on through the indestructible essence that is Hellfire. Every single one of the fallen demons survives in this way, and so Zakura knows there is a chance to resurrect her people. Except there is another problem, one the queen had oh so dearly hoped she would never have to stare down again: in order to realize that dream, they must cross the sacredHellfire 2024 Ideas

LiteratureHellfire: Chapter 1-1 Chapter One: Running Towards, Running Away The darkness surrounding her was so great, she wouldn't have been able to see her hand if she clamped it over her face. Her left ear picked up the faintest of footsteps behind her, but she remained perfectly still with arms raised and knees bent. In her mind she could see two columns close to where she heard the footstep; so many times had she trained in the sprawling room with a hundred columns placed in locations of varying distance from one another that she'd memorized where each and every one of them stood. As she expected, something had leaped between the two columns to move along the unseen c2020-21 Hellfire Draft

LiteratureHellfire: Chapter One, Part 1/3Chapter One: The Shaken Seal "The island, known as Hurricane Island for its unusually frequent storms seen nowhere else, is home to a temple that legends say holds the goddess of the sky, who supposedly once ruled over the world. There have been attempts to enter the temple in the past, but all efforts to unseal the entrance have been in vain. Now that the largest recorded earthquake in that region has struck, there are those who believe the legends and fear the seal has been breached. What exactly that means, no one has given a clear answer, but there already warnings of 'drastic consequences'. With all of this quickly surfacing, that begs2019 Hellfire Draft

LiteratureHellfire's Curse: 1- The Crystal's Contents"Since discovering it in the Atlantic Ocean, we've deduced from observation that this creature is most likely female. However, since we've been unable to break through the crystal, observing based on appearances is all we can do at this point." While a scientist in a white hazmat suit was being interviewed, the television displayed a turquoise crystal with a being inside it. She had feathery wings wrapped around a robe that stopped at they ankles, a ring of sorts appearing to float just above their head, and open eyes that glowed royal blue. The rest of their body was covered by the glow of the turquoise crystal, which several people in whit2017-18 Hellfire Draft

LiteratureHellfire: Chapter One- The Green Beast STOP, PLEASE! YOU'RE BURNING ME! YOU THINK THIS BURNS?! THIS IS NOTHING IN THE FACE OF THE UNHOLY TERROR THAT IS DEMONIC HELLFIRE!" "The source of a demon's magical aura?" "Correct. Demons in that sense are no different from us. They too possess incredible power and pose a great danger to themselves and others." "No matter what danger we face, I promise I won't let them pull us apart." "I'll be strong, just like you. I'll stand up to them no matter what terrible things they do to us." "Do your worst, wretch. If I die at your hands, at least I know my master will avenge me." "She'll need the chance to do so first, won't she?" It flows2016-17 Hellfire Draft

LiteratureThe Will to Change Everything V: Black Fire's Burn"I miss Tanya already," Alicia moaned, sweeping up clumps of blonde hair from the day's first customer. "Why did her vacation have to end so quickly?" "You know," Lily said with a roll of her eyes, "calling it a vacation doesn't seem accurate, seeing as all we really did was dye hair, go to the hospital, stuff our faces and get that old TV out of storage to watch bad horror movies." "Raina's reactions were better than the actual movies," Alicia said with loud giggling. "She acted like she'd never even heard of horror films before!" Raina sure is strange, Lily thought, seeing someone outside heading towards the salon. Then again, Tanya and2015-16 Hellfire Draft

LiteratureThey Don't KnowThey’re never gonna know ‘Cause they’re never gonna reach Far enough to understand The lessons I’ve got to teach: Life don’t care about the strong, None of us are here for long. If you think fate’s got your back Or will stop to cut you some slack Then I’ve got some news to pass: Soon enough you’ll be seeing your ass Along with an upside down world ‘Cause this life will have you hurled Away from your path so what do you do? You tell the world it don’t have a damn clue, Can’t stop you now that you’re done dreaming, Ready to take action instead of scheming. Action is the only force keeping us all going, The flow of water so fast; don’t stop rowing! We’re all here to fight and that’s why I hold My head up high with others just as bold, Just as accepting of what so many deny: At any given second, we all might die. But instead of feeling down we raise our fists And watch the dreamers do nothing but miss While we, the makers, take into our own hands The concept of order and make itStories For Hellfire: Tanya

LiteratureEven Dark Souls DreamThe moon was splitting into two, but she would not let the split be complete. Her fading vision was willed into the fragment of steadiness she could muster, the same true for her grass-coated legs as they stumbled but never surrendered to weariness. She trampled over the sky-blue hood formerly completing what was her hoodie; gray eyes stayed locked on the moon, determined to regain steady vision before she returned to the green clearing. Not even the wind was present to offer her company; she had only the rustling of grass against her bare feet. Blonde hair long knocked out of its braided ponytail stayed in motion regardless, her body refusing to lose the battle for proper battle posture. One hand scratched across the knuckles drifted closer to the left pocket of her gray sweatpants as the two moons became one again; she scanned the clearing and found nothing, but she knew that couldn’t be. The chill of November’s nights couldn’t keep away beads of sweat slipping down her forehead. AInktober 2023

LiteratureA Grand Adventure AwaitsStep right this way but please, make sure you've got everything you need; An adventure this massive has to be taken at just the right speed. See that forest? It's only the beginning of a quest that'll see you taken Across this big, beautiful land... then into one shadowy and forsaken. Please relax your shoulders, there's much to do before you get there Which includes a whole lot to learn; every hero starts somewhere! The forest-folk will arm you to face the first set of obstacles; Just stay focused on that, we'll get to doing the impossible. Your arms may quiver when you hold the sword but what I see Inside your soul is something incredible, something mighty. That something is YOU, your name one all worlds will know... One that will be uttered with dread by your waiting mortal foe. There is indeed a great evil threatening all that exists... A terror that will not rest 'til it makes all you know desist. What can you do, you ask? Look down at my hand and feel The sudden surge ofAdventure Story

LiteratureColor of Origin Passion is where it all begins: Hope, love, and all you will find If you keep hold of those things. Passion is what makes your blood red And fills your heart with the drive Needed to reach out into a world That often seems to sneer and scoff At the words "hope" and "love." As you open up like the red rose, You will let your beauty be seen By a world eternally in need Of beauty only passion can create. The crimson pool blazing inside you Will emit a warmth that reaches others To let them know they are not alone In pulling power from passion. Passion is where it all begins: Orange's joy, yellow's hope, Green's comfort, blue's healing, IndigoRainbow Bridge

LiteratureEyes Of A StarHey you, thinking you’re hiding in the corner back there? Don’t act deaf, I see you nervously twirling your hair. You were giving me a look throughout my whole song, A look that says “she’s dead sexy”, and you’re not wrong, But even the sleazy pervs down in front looked away for a drink; I noticed you halfway through, and only once did I see you blink. Why would a young blonde dressed like a convenience store clerk Come to the shadiest, most expensive joint in town after work? I’ll tell you why: you dream, no, long to be a big deal like me, But you’re a caged bird, too afraid the pick tGifts for Others

LiteratureThe Home Of Miss MayAll around the forest, people frolic in the sun; But as soon as their day ends, my day begins. Creepy creatures come on out to play, And if playtime gets too rough, they see the doctor. Every morning, they hide in the trees, beneath the ground, Waiting to have fun as soon as that pesky sun falls. Goblins look for shiny things, ghosts race through trees, And I'm here for them should any accidents happen. I bandage wings, apply invisible band-aids, And feed the littlest of patients yummy slug jelly. Knowing the ins and outs of all nature's spooks is tough, But it's worth it when I get to show them lots of love. May is my name, to humans I'mFixed-Form Poetry

LiteratureShine Brightest In The DarkIt's easy to smile when the sun shines bright And every roll of the dice comes up sixes, But how much power do words of encouragement have When dark clouds roll in and the last ray of light is dim? When every card life deals you is a joker, Will "optimism" become exiled from your vocabulary, Or will you discover there is strength to draw from the dark? When fear festers, so too does love blossom; As long as one lives, the other shall never die. It's those who can roll snake eyes and laugh, Souls that glow brightly even with a handful of jokers, Who ensure that last glimmer of light never goes out. Maybe now, you find it hard to iFree-Verse Poetry

LiteratureReliefI see no reason to restrain my tongue or put any sort of consideration into the words I am writing. After all, I have not the time to establish a filter with my execution coming at the end of this day. How convenient that the months of darkness are upon us; Sy seems to think it is the perfect time to dispose of a traitor, and I suppose she is not wrong. So here I am, Xyalla, ex-High Scientist to the one all other Faye know as the Eighth Grand Maiden, Syrelle; I have already been stripped of my title, and soon my life as well. As I write, the branches binding my wrists together, making even a single letter a struggle to scribble, dig into myShort Stories

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LiteratureBurdened Souls: Ch. 7- A World of Weirdoes"So that is why we crossed paths with Dr. Vanders while searching for Amethyst." Raina and Bethany walked down the hospital hallway, the former clad in a white hospital gown and the latter wearing a lab coat and lavender scrubs. The two of them stepped into an elevator that they had to themselves; Bethany pushed for the third floor, her other hand supporting Raina's shoulder. "I am still getting used to this lurching feeling," Raina said as the elevator ascended, her light green eyes on Raina. "When you work here," Bethany replied with a laugh, "getting used to it is easy." Raina laughed as well. "Speaking of getting used to, I can definBurdened Souls COMPLETE

LiteratureThe Littlest Dark Witch Ch 10 (Final): Busy Bees"There's one question I still want answered," Elle said. "Why is there no record of the Mirenex Maidens' time ruling this world?" Zarron laughed maniacally. "Even though my body was slowly being frozen, I had enough time for one final spell. The old crone who attacked me tried to alter the memories of every person on the planet. She wanted them to forget all of the horrible things I did..." he laughed louder, "but I, shall we say, spiced up the spell a bit." Elle scowled. "You made them forget more. All of the good things the Mirenex Maidens did." "It gets better," Zarron continued. "I've been keeping an eye on this planet over the yearThe Littlest Dark Witch COMPLETE

LiteratureThe Greatest Death On Earth Come one, come all To the greatest show Your eyes will ever see! Hey you, yes you Do you think you can hide What you did from me? Naughty minds dirty schemes, my my you're bad, Luring young ones for your filthy gain. Can't control it can you, you perverted cad, So prey, you do, again and again. Among the beasts and the clowns and the treats, In the shadows I lurk to make you pay. Take your time enjoying amazing feats, Because, I swear, this is your last day! What is under my mask, you ask? A tale of torment and terror And anguish as well! You think that I am cruel? You fool! For your sins you deserve A reservation in hell! I'll ignore25 Gifts of Christmas- 2018

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