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September 14, 2010 - 6:18pm — Rutilus

how can I go on, from day to day?
who can make me strong in every way?
where can I be safe, where can I belong...?
how can I forget, those beautiful dreams that we shared?
they're lost and they're nowhere to be found...

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Maze of the Mind (Shortstory)

September 14, 2010 - 5:51am — quadraptor

A little vent writing inspired by an old Asia song I used to love listening to back when I was obsessed with them.

You open your eyes. You've never seen this place before, sitting up you find yourself on a stone bench in a maze. The walls are old brick, vines and ivy hanging from them. They are very high up, there would be no way to climb up to get a better look around. You see the sky is clear, the air feels crisp like it's morning. You have plenty of daylight to find your way out of this labyrinth.

You start walking down the long pathways. You think you have a sense of direction, but you find a dead end and turn around, retracing your steps as best you can. You walk down another pathway, thinking you're going to find the way out, but you discover the bench you had started at. You realize that you haven't gotten anywhere.

There is something sitting on the bench - an old photo. You must have missed it when you first got up, and picking it up, you see that it is you a few years ago. You were confident, eager to live, ready for any challenge.

What happened? Have you lose that drive?

You put the photo in your pocket and turn around, going back the way you came. You take a different turn this time, following the old pathways, looking for any sign of the exit. You soon find the same bench again, with another photo of yourself. You remember that day all to well...

...something terrible happened that day. You turn your head, you don't want to look at it.

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IIIwings

September 14, 2010 - 4:29am — Her

[=10]I've had this in a notebook for a while now and was shy to type it up because I never really proofread it or anything, so... ;; I guess I'll do that after I post it because I'm weird like that LOLOL. ALSO sorry about the formatting; I wrote it on Notepad.
Anyway, just a really bizarre... no-sense intro on Sort, idk xD I was just bored in math so I started jotting things down that turned into this. <3 Sorry if there's run-ons or spelling errors or whatever. D> Not to keen on making this perfect because I'm not so good a routine writer as I am an artist. It's loose and has no plot and the descriptions emotion and dialogue all suck and--LOL OH WELL have fun.
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A blur.
White...

Like some newborn child being awakened by opening, blue rose pedals, his eyes
opened: eyelids drawing back as beautifully as the pearl-esque shell on hatching
eggs. A slate hue like the color of the ocean blended with metal-stroked, ebony
pupils--cold, confused, and timid with bewilderment.

Why was everything so bright? Where was he? And what was he doing there...? Or
how...
Who was he?

"Mr. Sortsand? Are you awake?"
That was an odd name. It seemed foreign yet recognizable to him, but not at all
like something he was to respond to. It wasn't his. Or, if it was, this young male
had not a sliver of a clue that it really was.
He responded anyhow purely out of old instinct by turning his head. This confirmed
his placement on a bed and pillow--and they were both stiffened thin, at that.

The one that had questioned the other was a well-polished individual wearing some
too-bright robe of--of course--white. To be plain, the entire room was white.
Heaven?

"How do you feel?" No response. Instead, the doctor put a hand to a heavily-bandaged
forehead half covered with black bangs.

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The fiery, burning wall

September 14, 2010 - 2:13am — SentrySeb

Sorry I'm clogging up the board, I just have to vent. Poems, I love your style, and technique.

I decided to make this for Vanny. Itsa nice little ting, I hope you like it. <3

Readreadread. :3

Commentcommentcomment. >_>

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Burning, inside and out.

September 14, 2010 - 1:27am — SentrySeb

My body, mangled
Weak as a feather,
Sick as the dead,
Dying as the revenged,
When you see,
When you feel,
Can you remember something?
Cause my hearts dying,
Mangled, broken,
Bleeding,
The blood spurts,
Ruby blue,
Same as the fire,
It's making me die
It's making me feel.
As if death were still a long, endless ocean away.

When you see my heart,
Ruby red,
Do you remorse?
For one as lost as I?
Or do you move on,
Knowing I am un savable?
Fire burns at my heels,
Peaceful as the morning sun,
Burning us to death.
Die with me, as my mind slows, stops.
My ruby blue lips kiss your eyes...
Tortured into submission and pain.
Darkness, enfolding my into its red, red heart...
Don't leave me again. Please...

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"If I could..." (writing for Vandettta)

September 13, 2010 - 8:07am — quadraptor

Pour approaches, his face is worried, the news is hard to bear.

"I know it's not much comfort...", he speaks to you, "but I'd like to offer my body for you to rest."

You lay your head on his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, and he watches you with burdened eyes.

"You know, right?", Pour asks. "You know that if I could, I would take it away. I would give my body so yours could live, you know?"

You nod, and bury your face into his fur. The stag lowered his head, embracing you and softly crying. He feels your pain, he wishes so much for you.

"Listen.", Pour speaks, "No matter what happens, I'm here for you. The entire Endless Forest is here for you. We'll get through this together, don't feel like you're ever alone."

You look and see countless deer standing around you. All different colors and sizes, all different antlers and masks, and all lowering their heads for you.

"We're all here for you.", they speak one by one. "We're all here for you."

Pour nuzzles you, and whispers, "We'll get through this together. You'll never be alone."

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Forgotten.

September 12, 2010 - 10:35pm — Tenley

Have i... been forgotten? I know the truth... I have.. Noone looks at me, they don't recognize me. They run from me. Yes hakilu, you have been forgotten. No, i couldn't be. The rut, it's here, no? Ill show those stags they won't forget me again. .

I had to bring hakilu back in my life somehow or hmarmstrong would strangle me. She loves hakilu.

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Seb.

September 12, 2010 - 10:28pm — SentrySeb

My feelings about a song I love. And hate. ;p

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I Kinda Like You When...

September 12, 2010 - 7:45pm — OokamiAzura

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The Night Friend (Featuring Tails)

September 12, 2010 - 5:56am — quadraptor

(Trade-ish thing for Trigger_Mortis. Info here)

The young stag couldn't sleep. He wandered around the Forest, looking for someone to talk to, someone who also shared the night. He listened for others, anyone awake...

Silence. The entire Forest was asleep tonight. He lowered his head, he was wide awake but his mind wandered. He could wake someone up, but he was too respectful for that.

"The Gods! The Twin Gods are always awake...", Tails said to himself, "...aren't they?"

He scurried to the hill, the two marble statues towered before him. Tails fell to his knees, praying to the gods. "Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't ask for such a selfish thing, but...", Tails began.

"My child, you have no need to explain. We know.", the gods spoke. Tails opened his eyes to see Michael and Auriea appear before him. Tails kept on his knees, bowing his head. Auriea smiled, "You've proven your devotion. Now have your friend of the night."

Tails rose to his hooves, and looking around, he tilted his head curiously, "I don't see anyone.", he admitted.

Michael and Auriea looked to the sky. "The night is clear, and your friend lives in the stars.", Micheal spoke to him. Tails looked up to the stars, tilting his head once again. What do they mean by that?, he questioned in his mind.

The stars were dimmer than normal, but among them were five stars that shimmered brighter than all the others. "Watch, your friend is coming.", Michael said. And as he spoke the words, a form appeared from the stars, running toward them and finally landing on the solid ground.

Tails could not believe his eyes. Before him was a ram, his shape defined by several glistening stars. The ram's eyes glowed a brilliant red, and his frame was more of a blue. The horns from his head were very similar to Tails' antlers.

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