| Masquerade, a story about a masked woman who cannot feel, shook me from a terrible writer's block/bad writing streak. I am very happy with it. |
Masquerade
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Perfect does not cry.Blank faces and noose-wrapped bodies watched her through the window. She knelt beside the bed, holding on to the last bit of her own soul. They cheered and applauded when she finally let go.Perfect does not cry.
The gallows dropped and the nooses tightened. The cacophony of death shattered her. She couldn't move, she just watched and listened. Her daughter died again, in an agony of disease. Her husband and son called to her from their hanging graves. The night came upon her in an instant and made silence. She was alone again in a familiar cage.
She was on her marriage bed, lying next to a corpse. The corpse told her lies of loneliness a
by ~lovestharding
Masquerade She danced in the masquerade of man, following orders with blind obedience. Her face remained expressionless and her eyes blank no matter the song. Her everything was nothing, a nameless life hidden behind a gilded mask. She had never felt, only existed. She was beautiful but empty…Masquerade
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The mask had burned itself on to her face long ago, its golden design becoming her identity. The pain still echoed in her long after, just as her footsteps did in the halls of the keep, but neither could alter her blank expression. Her footsteps counted down, breaking her concentration from the pain and leading her
by ~lovestharding
satellitesLucas watched as the moon fell, leaving streaks in the sky as it crashed through the atmosphere. He watched the people scurry out of its path and his heart began to race. Screams pierced the night as it slid into a self-made grave. As it quietly settled, pieces scattered around it.satellites
When the dust had hushed, the landscape fell into a new darkness and blanketed the horizon in empty shadows. Lucas opened the door to the siren and stood up. The shock wave finally reached him moments later, screeching its way through his body. It painted his mind with fear and worry. Silence followed the thunderous clap, until more sirens h
by ~lovestharding
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EncounterThe woman at the store looked strange to me. She had a face like a Japanese kappa, and probably had a bowl in her head as well, hidden under her obviously-dyed hair. I stepped closer to the checkout and browsed the magazine rack there. It was apparently the 50th anniversary of Michael Jackson's death, and one tabloid featured an interview of the man's children. "Never before revealed secrets", it boasted. Rolling my eyes, I set it back.Encounter
I glanced up at the woman again. She was scanning some items carefully, squinting at the screen, and punching numbers into the keyboard. Now that I was closer, I could see how pale she was. Her sk
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- Favourite movie: MirrorMask. Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within. I could go on and on...
- Favourite artist: mailorderchild. Becca is amazing.
- Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman, at the moment.
- Favourite game: Dragon Age: Origins
- Tools of the Trade: Pen. Pencil. Paper. Computer.
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thanks for the favorite on The Black Cat :]
I appreciate it greatly!
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That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
~ Passage from the Necronomicon
I HATE IT Lol Oh wells.
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Holy crap!
I think it's lovely. ^^
Trust me. We can enjoy our dislike together. I despise every attempt at a story I tried. >>
So I dropped it. And now I've written another short story.
I like it. But it came out a bit like social commentary. And I just wanted to write something good to read. >>
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i fight windmills.
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Holy crap!
Much appreciated!
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I'm talking about candlelight dinners, trips around the world, there's nothing I wouldn't give her, if she was my girl. She'd never see the winter, take a second and dream, I'll show you things you'll never believe.
~Fantasy -Danny Fernandes
your gallery is marvelous, my dear.
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I'm talking about candlelight dinners, trips around the world, there's nothing I wouldn't give her, if she was my girl. She'd never see the winter, take a second and dream, I'll show you things you'll never believe.
~Fantasy -Danny Fernandes
I appreciate the chance you gave me.
But mostly it was all just a conversation between her and I. I wasn't feeling so well at the time. xD
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i fight windmills.
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I'm talking about candlelight dinners, trips around the world, there's nothing I wouldn't give her, if she was my girl. She'd never see the winter, take a second and dream, I'll show you things you'll never believe.
~Fantasy -Danny Fernandes
You generally can't get something from nothing. xD
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i fight windmills.
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