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She And The Wing - Scenario Introduction
Fallen from Heaven, they say. Toppled of all things and refuted by the demands above. She lives listless, every deed is hollow and nothing as can reach her heart exists. Things are rising, eating of the flesh of passions and hunting the growths in the land that we commonly know as men.
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The Older Years, And Beauty
As you age, so too does your charm, inner beauty, flair of personality and wit to humor grow and become more. For all the wealth of beauty held in our youngest years, as we age and reach to the breach of what is young in adulthood, there is a point where we match with powers of appeal. Those powers, however, even to those who watch the figure, ( Read more... ) -
If Possessed By A Demon, There Would Be...
Were it to happen, that a Demon were to take your soul and covet your body for a passing of deeds and accomplishments... know that this creature thinks of things that are pain, and that it holds with hands that are vicious. As it laps into your flesh, these feelings fill it and alter its motives that it makes you behave as though crazed, obsessed ( Read more... ) -
Mermaid: Memory Of Its Name
___As she held his hand, she stared into the waves and watched as the shifting waters rose, drove themselves in compelled motion forwards, and crashed into the shore in a mist-spraying mess. The world was behind her, and she could think of it no longer. Just... the beauty of standing on the soft and relenting sand, the expanse of mobile, cloudy ( Read more... ) -
World Views: On Fate And Promise
______WORLD VIEWS: ON FATE AND PROMISE (2022-07-07 20:11)______
___And that the world is a corrupted place, led by the hearts and intents of men, driven by the purpose of willful things and notions bent around to be filled by desire. The world is tremulant, and all things are notions of sacrifice. Men do not be born to do good things, they are born ( Read more... ) -
Lady of the Sea - Drowned Sorrows
___She was birthed, the endless waves caressed her hair and filled it with the notions of the drowned, meanwhile they sat out in the distance beneath the curling waves and ate of the kelp and sang in agony to the mermaids. She was birthed... knowing their pain, their misery, their terror. Nothing felt like hope and all was suffocating itself into ( Read more... ) -
To Challenge One's Eyes
Challenge yourself to think of a way you see yourself, to consider it in weight and to measure yourself in comparison to that perspective. See if you can confront that belief by offering evidentiary stances that suggest you are wrong, then consider how you feel when you see your perspective lined against your affronts to that perspective. Please, ( Read more... ) -
Conversation Starters, Or: Creative Progress With Mankind
(I posted this in Facebook as-is, I know no one reads my livejournal anymore but I wanted to offer the same easy-come-easy-go introduction to some questions I'd actually love to have been asked to answer when I was in school.)
Let's initiate discourse for no reason.
The artistic power of the human being offers incredible potential, much evidenced by ( Read more... ) -
MissIng
___I thought I was gone, I thought I was lost. The world seemed so distant and I couldn't keep track of my own footing. There was something to the secret of life, something to the answer as to why we were all there. We lived for a reason, we meant for a purpose, and we existed to serve a cause. We were something, and there was something to us... ( Read more... ) -
Asunder The Brick Spoke (Loose Tongue Poem)
She found herself as shrouded in a great length of fire
The taste of the world crawled from her spine
And welcoming the warmth is seeped out
Filling the atmosphere as dense as stone compared to the sky
The tenacity of the worlds was rivaling its own haunches
The speed of its spreading scoured the skies aloft
Nothing was without the fervor of chaos
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