Writing

(Trade-ish thing for EternalWanderer. Info here)

"Poor thing...", the does all spoke. Their eyes all watched a lone fawn, wandering without any sense of direction, calling out to anyone. Nobody would approach the little one, they were all too busy with their conversations and grazing. "Her mother will find her...", they would say, or "She's not my problem..."

The fawn was born blind.

She stumbled into a patch of violet flowers, sitting, perking her ears as she listened to the butterflies above flutter. It was one of the few sounds she could recognize so far, and was very soothing to hear. She used the sounds to guide her through the Forest, and she sought shelter under the butterflies when she felt lost.

"Anyone here?", she asked again. The fawn sat and listened. No hoofbeats were coming, no one spoke.

She let out a sigh and sat alone. Raising her head to the butterflies, she said, "I wish I knew what you were, sound."

"Butterflies. They're called butterflies. Don't worry, they won't hurt you, they're very friendly."

The fawn smiled. "Bu...tterflies...", she repeated.

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Lilly sat up, stretching her legs and breathing in the fresh air. She had slept for quite a while under one of the trees, and looking off, she made sure she could see the Pond.

Was he there? She peered into the horizon, hoping to catch the familiar shape of a stag she's been looking for.

He isn't there...

She lets out a small sigh, and turning, she sees a fawn sitting nearby, her head upward, eyes closed. Lilly tilts her head curiously. She had never seen the fawn before, never heard her speak a few moments before.

Hesitantly, Lilly spoke, "Hello there..."

The fawn opened her eyes. There was something odd about those eyes. Lilly tilted her head curiously, "Are you...can you see anything?"

The little one was also hesitant to speak.

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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...

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.

[=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.

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

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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...

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."

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.

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

The Endless Forest

Beauty to the Eye (Featuring Lilly)

Concrete angel

. : [ how can I go on? ] : .

Maze of the Mind (Shortstory)

IIIwings

The fiery, burning wall

Burning, inside and out.

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

Forgotten.

Seb.