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A Voice of Violins"Ah, children, be afraid to go to bed prayerless, lest the devil lie with you". ---A Voice of Violins
Moonlight slithered between the blinds, coiling around the sheets and leaving trails of glowing white over a face, over the angry scars below the eyes.
Edgar lay half-awake, half-dreaming in the striped darkness. It was funny, but he couldn't seem to remember if that window had always been above his bed. There was the sound of violins, half real, like a symphony playing in his head, the taste of their melodies in his mouth. His tongue slips over his lips, catching a hint of piano, with too many layers of twisting tunes for his h
by ~DesdemonaKakalose
They Call it HellThey call it Hell, Because it's hot from April till November Because within the silent houses, some people still remember The glowing kiss of snowflakes, and the jewel-toned leaves Bursting in October, and the golden sheaves And they remember long lost days, back when they still had dreams Days of light and joy, days of blues and creams And when the winter comes here, it's neither hot nor cold enough And it itches at your skin because the wind is cruel and rough They call it Hell because it's dead, though still so painfully full They call it Hell because it's humid, and oh so dreadfuThey Call it Hell
by ~DesdemonaKakalose
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In Skowhegan people die. In Brooklyn people die. In Altoona and Galesburg and Osawatomie, in Seminole and Shamrock, in Santa Rosa, and Snowflake, and Overton, and Portersville, and Fresno people die. They just drop off of census lists and fall out of phone books forever. Written into diaries and out of wills their lives evaporate into the sky
and are inhaled by children
playing tag in a neighbor’s driveway. It was in Pico Rivera that you happened to die Jason, just this past weekend in fact, while I vacationed in Ventura &
by *b1gfan
Saved My Life AgainThe first time he saves your life you don’t even really notice until later, and he doesn’t either. That’s just the sort of guy he is: saving people, to him, is like passing the salt. It’s just what you do. See someone in trouble, save them. Only later when you’re back with Shikamaru, lying under a tree and enjoying the first weak warmth of spring on your half-healed wounds you remember, and tell the jounin beside you. He shrugs without moving much: What can you do? He asks with a twitch of a shoulder and a long sigh. That’s just the way Lee is.Saved My Life Again
The first time you really meet him is when you’re huddled under a tree and gloomily mu
by ~Crow-Sensei
My Name Is _____ It was an uninteresting, unsuspecting kind of day when I moved myself into Johnny's house. Miles away there were sounds of thousands of congregating human filth, yelling, honking, singing, laughing, polluting the very land they lived on. In each individual home on the block, even, individual dramas were unfolding themselves, the reason why I made my escape.My Name Is _____
But in Johnny... Nny's house, it was quiet. If only because it had been completely uninhabited for years, it was still the quietest, most close to being a home place I could think of being... Even if only because it smelled metallic and dingy. Even if
by ~Yeyana
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Santa Carla
- Interests: breathing
- Favourite movie: The Hunchback of Notre Dame
- Favourite band or musician: Mindless Self Indulgence
- Favourite genre of music: ...eh
- Favourite artist: Er. Drachenmagiar?
- Favourite poet or writer: Poe. But Jynx is a pretty good poet too.
- Wallpaper of choice: Disederata
- Favourite cartoon character: Jack Spicer
- Personal Quote: Does that sound Gay, or do I just have a dirty mind?
- Tools of the Trade: ...pencil.
- Email: desdemonaspaz@comcast.net
- AIM: DezzyKayose
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*Z-A-D-R
Buckle up! It makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car.
Ich scherze in ein Feld des flaumigen Kaninchen
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*Z-A-D-R
Buckle up! It makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car.
Ich scherze in ein Feld des flaumigen Kaninchen
I feel like a dooshbag. And was wondering in a dooshbaggy sort of way five minutes ago why I wasn't getting any of your stuff.
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!*I'm open for Commissions*!
And here I thought you were just being a self centered writer.
It's all good. XD
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*Z-A-D-R
Buckle up! It makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car.
Ich scherze in ein Feld des flaumigen Kaninchen
I'm reading your fic right now, finished first chapter.
It just plays awesome!
I love the way you describe everything and also the atmosphere you create there. I'll continue reading tomorrow cuz my eyes hurts D:
Chapter 1 = Made of WIN
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Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
Oh how I wish he'd go away.
— Hughes Mearns
-happy-
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*Z-A-D-R
Buckle up! It makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car.
Ich scherze in ein Feld des flaumigen Kaninchen
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!*I'm open for Commissions*!
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*Z-A-D-R
Buckle up! It makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car.
Ich scherze in ein Feld des flaumigen Kaninchen
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Make me dream.
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