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Jan. 20, 2014

there are days     in which the light sinks     and the darkness takes the shape     of your crooked fingers     and the one dimple set in stone     bleeding          all of your words,          thoughts     the way you bled your lip     before stuttering over the words     that the darkness consumed     before they left.

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241 deviations
Literature

Jan. 20, 2014

there are days     in which the light sinks     and the darkness takes the shape     of your crooked fingers     and the one dimple set in stone     bleeding          all of your words,          thoughts     the way you bled your lip     before stuttering over the words     that the darkness consumed     before they left.

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241 deviations
Literature

A Day that Lives in Infamy...

"We're being bombed! We're being bombed!" The voice sprang to life as it poked it's head in the hole above all of our heads. It woke my sleeping unit easily, as we were all in a light sleep. At least some of us were, myself included. A feeling that something was going to go wrong. Now there was no time to think. I jumped from my bunk on the top onto the floor, my boots thudding as I did so. The slightly crumpled shirt that hung from the bedpost found its way into my hand, which was already making a move to pull it over my head. And old superior had taught me the tricks of speed, and unlike the new and sluggish navy men that were still tying

I'll make a statement.

13 deviations
Literature

No Regrets--Prologue

                                                         Prologue So I bet you all came here looking for fancy sparkling vampires and Twilight slash spoken out loud between the people in our little group. Well, now I’ll tell you the truth. You came to the wrong place if that’s what you’re expecting. So what if I lied to you all and asked if you

No Regrets

1 deviation
Literature

Calico--Pt. 1--

My name is Jackson and Jackson alone. I have no name, I have no face. I am not who I used to be, and I don’t know whether or not I should be proud of that. I am the hunter. I am never the hunted. And when you find out about me, you’re dead. For the past 6 weeks I’ve been an implant. Someone used to determine information about a certain person. It’s done slowly and carefully. I’ve weaseled my way into the life of Aaron Calhound; I’ve become his top man in the line of narcotics and weaponry. And this is operation Valkyrie. Slowly making his way through the door to a small store on the corner of Main Street in Los

General Writing

8 deviations
Literature

The Sidewalk

My sky was dark Even as the sun shone brightly Tears run Down My Face Leaving a path Of my past I drag my feet wearily Along the sidewalk Leaving tears on the cold cement And making scuff marks on my shoes I walk blindly No vision No memory Of where I belong It was just me Only me against all odds Against everything Left standing

Pointless Babble

6 deviations
Literature

1. Sunrise

Do you remember that field with all those really tall dandelions? Wait. You called them weeds. Do you remember the really tall weeds? Oh come on, Angel, you have to remember them. They made your nose run and stuff because of your allergies. It was kind of cute, actually. You would sneeze, and all the little things would fly away when you were lying there. You said you hated it, Angel, Darling, but you would follow me there. Or maybe I dragged you. But you never struggled against me, no. In fact, when those things went flying you told me to make a wish as you held my hand. Your palm was always snuggled right up against mine. You were always

100 Themes-Pictures

1 deviation
Literature

96. Lesson

Jumping out of the way as a sword crashed down on the deck, Parry was missed by inches. The past few days he had suffered minor injuries, all attempts to bring back who he was. Most of it had come--or at least the swordsmanship had. He raised the sword, fending off numerous attacks by the spanish sailor in front of him. He was good, very good. Parry stepped back expertly, almost to the edge of the dock. A group of men had gathered around the two 'opponents'. Some wore a look of concern, while most had excitement written over their faces. The spanish sailor in front of him paused in his attacking, smiling with approval at Parry. "Señ

100 Themes Challenge

56 deviations
Simplicity

Macro

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Simplicity

Other

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August '06 Pic 8

Sunsets

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Honoes

Characters

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Maveh's writer meme vers.

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Scraps

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