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The Verdant StarsIt all started down on the grounds behind the churchyard.
12-year-old David Summersley had slipped away from the church and walked out into the yard. The sky was an unnatural orange color and there appeared to be a huge planet-like shadow hovering just above him.
He was hoping that no one noticed him, as someone was always dispatched to find him and drag him back to the Groningen family, who would then whip him and lock him in his small room without any supper.
Such things like this happen every Sunday, and David was refusing to pray to a god who would take his parents away from him and place him with an abusive family. He needed to leave this town immediately or risk going completely insane.
But where would he go? He had no money or friends or relatives that he could stay with, and he certainly wasn't about to go seeking the orphanage that Cuthbert Groningen was always threatening to send him to. The orphanage, with its dreary atmosphere and the harsh headmistress who ran the place, wThe Verdant Stars by ~Chrissiannie

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Passed Through the Hour GlassIt's New Years Eve again,
A time recognized for cheer,
It symbolizes another year gone by,
Another grain of sand,
Passed through the hour glass.

Many of us make resolution,
And I'd be lying if I said,
That I didn't.

Unlike many years past though,
I'm not planning to do anything,
Really life changing.

Instead this New Year,
My resolution is simply,
Be happy without a hint of true sorrow,
Love with out looking back,
And to live for me.

Because I'm positively done,
With looking over my shoulder,
And desperately thinking,
'What if'...Passed Through the Hour Glass by ~sam1314

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A Blank SlateA blank slate.
Wiped clean of any and all familiar shapes,
reset to nothing. A world rocked,
then plunged into the dark.

Non-traversable landscapes expanding into the distance,
untouched by recent thought, uncluttered by memories
which so often strangle any freedom
under vine-like masses.
They'll never grow here. There's no nourishment,
nothing to feed the tangle, so it simply doesn't live,
then in turn it never gets the chance to die.

A single blink of an eye,
mechanically aided.
The human side of her cannot exist without machines.
The wires stretch across her,
every coil prolongs her breathing, every inch extends her lifA Blank Slate by ~Dis-Finite

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Star Stained HandsShe asked me how my hands got that way
And I told her of the 3 am horizon
Lit only by reflections
Where I chased falling stars
Caught them
And pried them open with my bare hands
So I could see what a wish looked like.

So my fingers are stained with the echoes of a galaxy
The one that died a million years ago
That I watched go out yesterday.

I told her
It's hard to catch stars with burnt hands

She asked if it was worth it.
To have star stained
Fire scorched veins
With galaxy under my fingernails
And infinity under my skin;
If I could feel all it could be without me.

I smiled.

I told her of the oceans she keeps in her eyesStar Stained Hands by ~LingeringLullabys

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U Forgot To Amputate SympathyIt's the hummingbird silence tip-toeing across this melodic apathy. Harmonies warping into subtle heart-attack rhythm.
It's me throttling inspiration with the dulled claws of bitterness. (Subzero remorse; the surface of a tasty, quiet blue.)

Because I am difficult, and unraveling indifference from all the wrong strands. (it feels repetitive to say/see but…) "Are you a ball of goodbyes unraveling into yards of yarn and lies?"

The Fool's Gold sparkles so relentlessly.
(avert your eyes,
for even mica has it's worth.)

I'm talking in tongues that taste of frostbite, aU Forgot To Amputate Sympathy by ~EmaciatedandEpitaphs

2. Bex the Long Vigil by ~BrowncoatMando

Hero"Your son wants to be a dragon slayer!"
Behind the closed door, at his favorite eavesdropping spot, Caleb shuddered. It was always bad when his mother referred to him as his father's son, even worse when she felt she needed to inform his father about it.
"Well, what are you going to do about that, John?" she went on, and Caleb could picture her frowning just by the sound of her voice.
"I'm going to disinherit him," his father said evenly. "You hear that, Caleb? Open that door and listen to this properly: if you run off to be a dragon slayer, I'm going disinherit you."
***
Caleb's destiny had been decided before he was born. The eldest son of a highly reputable brick-maker, he'd naturally grow into his father's trade, learn how to make bricks that would not crack open in the kiln and wouldn't break under the weight of three-stories worth of bricks layered on top of them, and eventually he'd inherit his father's kiln, tools, helpers and customers. There were people far worseHero by *dparparita

Turn Down the Bed by ~XJNG

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Poetry

Demi LovatoLet's take you off of that
marble throne for a little bit.
Let us maybe look at you
through four different lenses,
three different colors,
two personalities, and
one
girl with golden sludge smeared across her soul
maybe this is what God's semen looks like?
Maybe the knights of the 80's and the 90's
will find you,
discarded like Lucifer's wings
in the ally of that pasta shop you love so much.
maybe you'll have had all trash you can eat
or not enough.
Maybe your old demons
will be new angels
and call you beautiful,
and worthy
(like oil)
or lustful,
and see-through
like diamonds
(like lingerie)
or maybe they will speak french for you,
like youDemi Lovato by ~TheStoyTeller

Guardian Angel:

Guardian Angel:

In this life of mine, I think about all I’ve done
The battles I have lost, and of those won

Of thoughts present, and of memories since past
Hoping in my future dreams, that I wouldn’t come in last

But it seems that no matter how hard I ever tried
I always ended up the one who cried

So long ago I decided it was time to leave
To search for my own personal reprieve

Where I’m going is still not quite known
But at least, I won’t have to be all alone

While I used to not care, and was just along for the ride
Now I have something to live for, with her by my side

She is my angel, who’s with me all tGuardian Angel: by ~K1-X-Bell

Aura: The Revolution

Aura: The Revolution

I will never live up to any other expectations

I will only just reach the place in life that's destined

Never again will I be a victim of impossible outcomes

Never again will I allow my self-respect to be disgraced and overcome
-
I am a prisoner no more
Discrimination became the martyr

I had to put an end to this war
I will not be walked on like I had been before

The future of a fearless life is what I now strive for
The source of my resolve has been built into my core

I believe what's right / To live my life
I'll reach for the light / And shine so bright

There's no limit to the sky / This smile never felt so fineAura: The Revolution by *RainbowizedSky

Sunbaked DaydreamerSunrise,
when the dull ends
of broken hearts
long for a day
of pure perfection-
a new direction
based on reflection;
a backwards notion
holding redemption
Sunday,
when the paired palms
of true believers
clasp for a day
of eternity-
a reality
based on purity;
an ability
to end all pity
Sunset,
when the weak force
of lost momentum
halts for a night
of fleeting quiet-
a silent riot
based on a limit;
a lasting minute
on autopilot
Sunbaked,
when the dry heat
of a constant light
causes a bout
of desperation-
a respiration
based on attention;
a simple action
of fading function
Where's my heaven
in assumption?
Scars burn brighter
in conjunction-
My retinas wither,
all colors dither;
I miss the darkness
in this blinding light.Sunbaked Daydreamer by *goldshroom

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Seven Deadly Sins Contest

The Lament Configuration    His fingers moved over the box like he was caressing a woman. The pleasure he got out of touching this simple little box was like nothing he had felt before in his life. The pleasure he felt each time his fingers moved of the etched brass of the little wooden box, made him long for more. He couldn't remember how much time had passed since he started to play with the box. He couldn't take his attention off the box no matter how much he tried he was always drawn back to it.
    Click.
    He heard a noise as his thumb pushed into a small button on the box. A sudden chill ran downThe Lament Configuration by *LordAmmon

slothSloth

I have been locked in my house playing the same game over and over. The putrid aroma of my unkempt house has filled the air around me. I have no more will to even try to care. I just sit in front of a screen aiming for higher scores and better gear. I look down through the blue light from the screen and see the grime that has built upon me. Various layers of food have become stuck to my fingers. I lean back in my chair and kick some soda bottles out from under my chair. I moved the fridge next to my desk last week for easier access. I have not been shopping for weeks. I bought a surplus last time of foods I would not have to cook. I casloth by ~Murphesto

Her Danger UntoldIn her steps, adept like a cat

silent as a butterfly's flight.

The grace of her movement, all that,

as of a swan, wonderful sight.

-

A euphoria, a sweet pungent,

alluring every men, behold!

Her smile so pure and innocent

like a cub, her danger untold.

-

Behind the light, eclipse is meant

A greed for death, a thirst for life,

Deception, her only garment,

her only companion, a knife.

-

Dancing in the blood-stained palace

A maiden, truly, a princess,

yet water show the truth, it does

A demon under a silk dress.

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A nightingale's voice, as they say

but hear the screams that others cry.

Hibiscus in the field of May,

she blooHer Danger Untold by ~hazepage

Skin by ~Demon1xo

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Front LeftI am Front-Left, and I belong with a little Lexus Amestris and a lady named Linda. I've been with the Lexus and Linda for a while now. In fact, of all the tires, I'm the oldest. And I listen.

Because of this, I can recite The Schedule in one rotation if we're still in second gear. It's like a good luck charm as we get started. It goes like this: apartment-café-apartment-grocery-apartment-work (the diner parking lot down on Brendess Street)-apartment. Then repeat.

Today, we are not on Schedule.

We are parked in a place I do not recognize, somewhere along Main Street. Linda, though a great girl, is terrible at parallel parking. I've beeFront Left by ~pandafoot105

The PianoI sleep inside my state of weakened squander
Where few minds, in time, have rarely wondered
And though I have fallen to death's sweet song
Like a piano's somber serenade

It echoes as the sweet and tender rain
With each raindrop crash, they speak your name
As this tune, I have been named and have been played
Is always as my beautiful tender song

Forever binding me to death's serenade
And black, their curse, fill my mind with these thoughts
As though I perform love itself upon the stage
And nearly fall where the music has seized

Where minds have rarely wondered and changed
And notes are always changing in there arrange
To echo thrThe Piano by ~constantine311

One last tripI've watched the sun rise and fall countless times.
Through wind and rain, I've sat here unable to move.
I slowly die by corrosion, the shed I lay next to shares the same fate.
We sit atop this hill, waiting for the earth to take us away.
It gets lonely atop this hill, although the beauty is astounding.
From the miles of flowing green hills to the north and west.
The towering forest to the east and the small lake to the south.
I've don't remember whats to the west, I forgotten its been so long since I was left to rust.
I remember when I was ridden everyday back and forth to a place called "school".
I use to be bright red and how I shOne last trip by ~ZephyrXyn

20 MinutesOur house was shaking. Like... woah.

After some seconds, the shaking stopped, as it always been. Then someone opened our door, the main door, actually. Then I saw a hand and grabbed me that led me to a small deserted place. She placed me on that place then took again something from our house. It was Case, the big triangular prism which had more doors that all the other doors in the house.

Then, she opened its main door, and took someone. It was Blue Fire, what she called him. He was something like altered or what, since his head is red while his body is blue. But nevertheless, he has blue blood.

She then closed the door and placed Blue Fir20 Minutes by ~martian-rose

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my life rewritten I was walking along the cement sidewalk and noticed – despite it being cold, it was still sunny out. Everyone took the advantage of it to walk about and take a drive around the countryside to breathe in the smells of a winter morning.
It was a perfect day.
So perfect, that the birds started to chirp as if it were springtime again. Even though spring ended long ago and winter began, it did not really matter to the nature.
Along the way, I noticed that my favorite shop was coming up, Flateres Antique Shop. I walked straight up to it and rubbed the back of my head, fixing my wrinkled clothes.

My name is Jack Hagger.
I am at 16-yearmy life rewritten by ~Aniko247

First Take(Ilfana and Respit are standing behind a newsdesk, while Solira is setting up a camera.
Solira raises her hand and turns the camera on.)

Ilfana: Hey, camera! Today I w-

Respit: What did I just tell you?

Ilfana: But Solira said I've to talk to the camera!

Respit: Ja, but you're actually talking to the people behind the camera...

Ilfana: There still isn't anyone!

Solira: For bloods sake, I already told you three times that it's a transmission like a magic mirror!

Ilfana: And I told you about eight times I don't only want such a small part of me tramished!

(Ilfana forms a circle with her pointer finger and thumb and moves it over differFirst Take by *BloodyMess-VaoT

Moore Issue 1Page 1
1. SVETLANA (18, small, long dark hair, Russian) runs down a dark street, terrified.
Eugene: Do not follow! I repeat! Do not follow!
2. She looks over her shoulder in a panic.
3. She pulls the door to an abandoned looking house open.
Eugene: Don't go in there!
4. Svetlana stands beside KOSTYA (19, tall, dark hair in a ponytail, Russian) in the only spot of light in the room.
Eugene: Shit. There's two of them?
Page 2
1.Two witches rush towards the viewer.
Eugene: Go! Get out of there now! Get out!
2. Red.
3. The witches have sharp, needle-like teeth.
4. Black.
Page 3
1. Black
Caption: Two weeks earlier.
2. There is an aMoore Issue 1 by ~brody-lover

Blood Isn't Always Thicker Than WaterInspiration music: This War is Our, Escape the Fate

Title: Blood Isn't Always Thicker Than Water

Characters:

Lirora— wears a dark blue cotton shirt, black cotton pants, and black boots—clothes and boots are both stained and ripped/scuffed; light brown leather straps criss-cross over her chest, making her twin swords' hilts noticeably seen on her back; her long brown hair is in a high ponytail

Sidera— wears a dark green cotton shirt, brown cotton pants, and black boots—clothes and boots are both stained and ripped/scuffed; has a dark brown leather belt on her waist where she keeps her swords—one on each side of herBlood Isn't Always Thicker Than Water by ~Yuki-chan112093

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Worries of the Minority"Sister, I've come for confession"

"Crux? Come, join me for a meal. We'll talk over dinner."

"Oh no, that would be impertinent of me. I should just wait for Sister--"

"Come now, don't be so distant. Would you pass the chance for this prized lamb I have?"

"I apologize Sister, but I have to."

"Hmm, I never knew that an honourable Winged One would reject an offer of a lady."

"You're mistaken Sister. It's just that an unholy being such as me shouldn't be seated at the same table as a holyman such as Sister is seated."

"Is that so, Crux? Shall I shed my clothing for you? Shall I take off my disguise as a holyman? It seems to me that you're Worries of the Minority by ~JaxkelS

I Called Your Boyfriend Gay"I called your boyfriend gay and he hit me with his purse." said Chad as Kisha wiped blood off his face and applied a bandage.

"It looks like he hit you with more than just that." she replied, "If I were to guess he punched you twice with his left in the head and struck a right to the gut."

"And this is exactly why you have this job." he smiled taking some gauze to stop the blood pouring out of his nose, "You got it exactly right. How do you do that?"

"Years of college." she replied examining his chest to see the extent of the damage, "What did you do to get him to hit you like this?"

"I already told you" Chad ran a hand througI Called Your Boyfriend Gay by ~Xyleena56

Angel 4She had hardly pulled her keys out of the latch when the house phone burbled to life.
“Cue obliging call from Cass.” She thought fumbling to try and ditch her bag, coat, scarf and umbrella whilst trying to locate the cordless phone she had left strewn somewhere in the disaster that was her small living room.
Cassandra... or Cass was Alex's eccentric older sister, a visionary Artist, somehow living the dream in New York. Their parents obviously had a thing for dramatics, especially the 'Dra' in Dramatics. Cassan-Dra, Alexan-Dra... at home no shortened nicknames were permitted but now home was a yacht off the coast of whatever islanAngel 4 by ~leonlioness

Locked“Who are you?”

“I am the answer.”

“The answer to what?”

“To everything.”

“Why are you here?”

“They killed me.”

“They killed the answer?”

“They killed me because of the key.”

“What key?”

“The key to the box that held the answer.”

“I thought you were the answer.”

“I am.”

“Then why did they kill you for a different answer?”

“Oh, we aren’t different. Same concept, same answer.”

“Why did the box have the same answer you did?”

“We’re the same answer.”

“Then whyLocked by ~Sasukesadork

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Artisan-Guild - Contest Fundraiser

by ~FreyaCarwen, Mar 10, 2013, 4:26:58 PM
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Hello everyone, Artisan-Guild are trying to raise money for a long term competition. So they have decided to do a contest fundraiser. How this fundraiser works is that by donation ONLY three points you can win a large amount of points. If you are chosen as the winner you will receive between 30-50% of the total amount we raise. If we can get 100 people donating we can make 300 points and you could win 100 points, with any more it will increase the points we will give away.

To participate one must:

Share this journal in some way (write details about it, we will message you if we think it could have more details).

Favorite this journal.

Must be part of the group

Donate 3 points to: This acount -->

How the participant is chosen:

The list of entered people will be put on a numbered list with their number in case they forget it on the donation account.

Once everything has been completed we will comment you with your number.

I will put all the numbers into a hat and pull one out at random and record it for a fair chance for everyone. (you will have 24 hours to respond when we announce your number or I will pick another).

The winner will also be featured on the front of the Artisan-Guild page.

Every participant will receive a llama badge from at least one of the group admins.

P.S. If you are the kind that has no points do not fear, three points is barely anything and there are plenty of accounts that will give you up to 5 points minimum. (

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Feel free to comment if you have any questions ^_^

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