The sun glinted off of his golden medallion, engraved with runes and symbols of languages long gone, before fading from view behind a cloud. His dark brown eyes were locked with her glinting green. They betrayed only her determination. His men cast their glares to her troops. Opening his mouth, he shouted at the top of his lungs:
“The Skoropi Gang will fall!”
It was met with a fearsome:
“Then you shall burn with us!”
The two gangs crashed at each other under the cloudy New York sky. Shouts enveloped him as his eyes searched for the red-haired sharp-tongued leader of the Skoropi Gang. The breath rushed out of him as
The boy rubbed his hands, frozen finger numb from the biting cold of the arctic winter. His line was cast into a rare, un-iced patch of water. ‘The Gulf,’ he thought ‘The Gulf never freezes, so it is a good place to fish for northern salmon, and the occasional seal. He was snapped out of his daydreams to the sound of line-on-ice. He gasped as he tugged on the weighed pole. “Big fish!” He muttered to himself, planting his feet firmly onto the ground as he drew the fishing-pole’s tip past his pale, frozen face. The tip kept going, past his vanilla-blonde hair, hidden roughly by a bright red cap. It stopped a
'I may be the child of a devil, but who said that was a bad thing?'
---
A knock on the door disturbed me from my studies. 'How can someone laugh so high-pitched?' The knock resounded again. Sighing, I called for them to enter. My servant bowed before me. "The Shriek, my lord, had been captured."
'What? Daine? So soon after she rid me of my enemies?' "Wonderful!" I exclaimed with false joy. "Thank-you for telling me. You may have the rest of the day off as I will just be reading." I smiled.
"Yes my lord." He bowed and left, closing the door behind him.
I sat down and let dread sweep over me. "Daine, they have her-" Daine wasn't one easy wo
Perhaps these concrete women squirm
Outside the light of day
And with the concrete men they play
A game of catch-me catch-me if you can
Frolicking across the land
As they play hand in hand
And with the concrete men they play
Perhaps these concrete women squirm
Outside the light of day
Wild child. Orphan. Shriek. I answer to all.
"I am the child of Fear herself!" I trilled in my ghostly voice as I dropped down from the rafters. "I am the sister of Death and the cousin of Shadow!" I grinned at their shock. The Prince was a decent actor. My bow was loaded. "History repeats." I muttered gleefully.
A glint of an iron-grade dagger caught my eye. This should only take minutes. I Withdrew my scythes. One per hand and leap into the crowd which lead to chaos. Two down. Their blood splatted my face.
Gasping, I extracted the knife I had seen before from my shoulder. I pinned the soldier against a wall. Not to scarred. 'A shame I h
"Come child,
Mother Day awaits.
For it is sunset."
Stars will scatter 'round and 'round
As Day takes off her somber crown
And shakes her mantle darkly down
Brother Night,
Soft and slender
Glances down and will remember
The darkness before
All the glaring lights and sigh
'Why? Why chase me away?'
He murmurs
'Come my friends!'
He calls to Lady Moon
And her band of Stars
'Tonight they will hear!'
Playing the beautiful music
Again each night
Until,
His sister rises again
And to her,
Joy is bestowed.
She blushes,
Setting the blue sky
Alight
Each morning and evening.
The same show.
Night waits,
With Lady Moon
And her Stars
For a small chance
Grab a pencil,Pick up a pen. by byza12, literature
Literature
Grab a pencil,Pick up a pen.
Grab a pencil,
Pick up a pen.
Close your eyes,
And count to ten.
Imagine you creation,
Full of spark and life.
And think of what
You hope and Strife.
Many ideas,
In the world; so there,
Grab something
And do not beware
Of the fluttering joy,
Sorrow and fear.
That the idea creates
On your paper.
A childish rhyme,
An uplifting mood,
Keeping time,
Eat just like food.
The sun glinted off of his golden medallion, engraved with runes and symbols of languages long gone, before fading from view behind a cloud. His dark brown eyes were locked with her glinting green. They betrayed only her determination. His men cast their glares to her troops. Opening his mouth, he shouted at the top of his lungs:
“The Skoropi Gang will fall!”
It was met with a fearsome:
“Then you shall burn with us!”
The two gangs crashed at each other under the cloudy New York sky. Shouts enveloped him as his eyes searched for the red-haired sharp-tongued leader of the Skoropi Gang. The breath rushed out of him as
The boy rubbed his hands, frozen finger numb from the biting cold of the arctic winter. His line was cast into a rare, un-iced patch of water. ‘The Gulf,’ he thought ‘The Gulf never freezes, so it is a good place to fish for northern salmon, and the occasional seal. He was snapped out of his daydreams to the sound of line-on-ice. He gasped as he tugged on the weighed pole. “Big fish!” He muttered to himself, planting his feet firmly onto the ground as he drew the fishing-pole’s tip past his pale, frozen face. The tip kept going, past his vanilla-blonde hair, hidden roughly by a bright red cap. It stopped a
'I may be the child of a devil, but who said that was a bad thing?'
---
A knock on the door disturbed me from my studies. 'How can someone laugh so high-pitched?' The knock resounded again. Sighing, I called for them to enter. My servant bowed before me. "The Shriek, my lord, had been captured."
'What? Daine? So soon after she rid me of my enemies?' "Wonderful!" I exclaimed with false joy. "Thank-you for telling me. You may have the rest of the day off as I will just be reading." I smiled.
"Yes my lord." He bowed and left, closing the door behind him.
I sat down and let dread sweep over me. "Daine, they have her-" Daine wasn't one easy wo
Wild child. Orphan. Shriek. I answer to all.
"I am the child of Fear herself!" I trilled in my ghostly voice as I dropped down from the rafters. "I am the sister of Death and the cousin of Shadow!" I grinned at their shock. The Prince was a decent actor. My bow was loaded. "History repeats." I muttered gleefully.
A glint of an iron-grade dagger caught my eye. This should only take minutes. I Withdrew my scythes. One per hand and leap into the crowd which lead to chaos. Two down. Their blood splatted my face.
Gasping, I extracted the knife I had seen before from my shoulder. I pinned the soldier against a wall. Not to scarred. 'A shame I h
"Come child,
Mother Day awaits.
For it is sunset."
Stars will scatter 'round and 'round
As Day takes off her somber crown
And shakes her mantle darkly down
Brother Night,
Soft and slender
Glances down and will remember
The darkness before
All the glaring lights and sigh
'Why? Why chase me away?'
He murmurs
'Come my friends!'
He calls to Lady Moon
And her band of Stars
'Tonight they will hear!'
Playing the beautiful music
Again each night
Until,
His sister rises again
And to her,
Joy is bestowed.
She blushes,
Setting the blue sky
Alight
Each morning and evening.
The same show.
Night waits,
With Lady Moon
And her Stars
For a small chance
Perhaps these concrete women squirm
Outside the light of day
And with the concrete men they play
A game of catch-me catch-me if you can
Frolicking across the land
As they play hand in hand
And with the concrete men they play
Perhaps these concrete women squirm
Outside the light of day
In The Beginning is a forum where you can role-play as cats in the setting of the best selling series, Warriors. Sadly though, it is dying out. Often shortened to ITB, the address is rather easy to remember. Kind members and administrators willing to readily assist you are there but need help keeping the website alive. Join for higher clan ranks that usual and less wait time to become warriors/apprentices/medicine cats. We are looking for people who are willing to be active. Please try the website at there is nothing to lose. Hope you're not chicken enough to try!
I just started watching Doctor Who. Ehr luv et. But really, I started with 'Classic Doctor Who' as Netflix calls it. It's the first 18 seasons. I've only watched the first episode so far, but I like it. That is all.
There are some people who are getting too fake on dA. They only want posts, comments, or to see how many friends and page views they can get. So let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention to me. Copy and re-post in your own journal. Let's see who the real people are. Re-post this if you aren't a fake.
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