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Stitchez's picture

In my room



In my Room


[center]It is 1:49 to be exact...a stary night outside of my window. My back against the wall;; hazel eyes stared before me. My bed;; with the red blanket scattered so akcwardly & the many pictures of me & my friends....the white pillow hung over looking as it was about to fall. The faint noise of my fathers snores;;...no trace of my mother as she was sound asleep with no sound. I;; wasn't sleepy at all....pale hands wrapped around my knees as I was wearing short black shorts. My scars visible in the faint light that came out of my lamp sitting on the small table beside my bed. Books scattered on the ground;; followed by sketches of sceneries. Pink lining on my pupil made everything have a thick pink border around it;; I was weird. I was weird. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks;; following mascara as it driped onto my white loose t-shirt. I sniffed;; Why was I so weird? Black splotches stained my carpet;; aswell as red liquid...my blood. "Why am I so weird..?" I spoke to myself;; my words echoed in my dark room. My skull teady bear across the room;; where I had thrown it many nights ago. My black cat curled upon my bed;; it's purrs lighting my heart. I felt so alone in this world....like my room was the only place I should be. I stood up;; almost tripping- but I regained my balance ackwardly. I plummated down onto my bed;; rocking the bed a little...enough to wake up Teagen. It's green eyes opened;; but soon turned to slights right away & he went on purring again. "I'm just a freak." I repeated over & over again;; throwing the many things that lay on my bed. I stared at the ceiling;; wrapping myself in my blanket...tears still coming out of my eyes.
Aleron's picture

Voices.

VOICES VOICES VOICES VOICES VOICES

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Left for the Wolves (Non-TEF shortstory)

*vent writing again, plus it does have violence and gore, so be warned*

In a secluded meadow, a small group of three stags grazed, all three knowing one another but not being related in any way. The oldest had gray fur and his antlers were broken and worn. The second was a little younger but still was experienced in life, he had great antlers that were rarely ever used and dark brown fur. The final stag was much younger than the other two, his antlers only sported a few small points, and he had light brown fur. The two older stags were closer together while the younger had wandered a distance away.

The two older deer's ears perked up. They raised their heads and looked to the southeast. They could hear running...sounded like paws...wolves! "They're coming.", the brown stag said. "What should we do? We won't be able to get far if we ran now.", the older gray stag asked. The brown stag looked to the younger deer in the distance, "We'll let him deal with them."

The older stag tilted his head, "But he couldn't possibly fight them all.", he said. The brown stag nodded, "Exactly, he'll buy us time to escape. Quickly, but quietly, let's get out of here.", he replied.

The two older stags walked off into a nearby treeline. When they had gotten out of the meadow, they ran as fast as their legs could carry them. The younger stag would not hear them leave - his ears were not fully formed at birth, so he had a tougher time detecting movement than they did.

But then he smelled something in the air. Raising his head, he looked around for the other two. They had deserted him, and he started to smell something that wasn't right.

Wolves!, he realized, but it was too late to run. The predators had already found him. There were many of them, at least thirty, all different colors and ages, but all barking and howling at their potential meal.

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Read more? I worked really hard on this, and your feedback would be greatly appreciated



I know most of you guys don't care for words much, but it'd be nice if you gave it a shot at least :')


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Gift Haiku (Slots Open)

I have decided I need to do two things: meet more deer/players, and do something nice for the community. I figured the best course of action would be to combine the two activities. So here's what I'm going to do.

My main deer Seed will be writing gift haiku for deer he meets in the forest. For those who don't know poetry very well, a haiku is a japanese form of poetry featuring 3 very short lines. In English, the pattern is usually 5 syllables, 7 syllables, and 5 syllables again. Sometimes (and Seed may be doing this as well), haikus are combined to create a larger poem where all the stanzas are made of individual haikus. The haiku Seed will write about a deer may be about any (or several) thing about a deer: their appearance, their personality, backstory, what he and that deer do together when they play...ect.

Now, you notice I mention slots in the title? Well, this is phase 2 of my plan for maximum goodness. If you want to arrange a "play date" of sorts between Seed and one of your deer so Seed can write a poem about it (and maybe they'll hit it off/become closer friends), you can ask to do so, provided I say in the top that slots are open. If they're not, just wait a while: it usually means I have too much on my plate and need some time to sort out what I already have. Anyway, I'll mainly just need the info of which deer you'd like him to hang out with/gain inspiration from, and for the two of us to work out a time/general time-area.

To aid in this, I do have an MSN anyone is welcome to contact:


Gifts Completed (Will compile into Seed Poetry Corner threads when I get enough done):

Floresta
The fawn learns the dance
to send pollen to the air;
Her name and scent match.



Gift Haiku Meetings Arranged:
Kiwizoom (time unknown)

I hope to have a lot of fun from this, and I hope y'all do, too.

The cord...{Writing trade for the Ginger Nut Man~Jergens}

One great cord is thinning,
No one will hear it snap...

The great idol cries over him
Crystal clear tears over red fur
The baking heat
The glowing sun

You remind me of someone,
Not so far back,
I was a fawn
I was afraid


Oh, I remember
You are the great stag
The white one's lover
The guardian of the child, Ji

You're the one I find with the angel
And the one who loses his mask
Attacking, raging, unthinking...
I shall help you get it back


Pick up two peices of a broken cord
Put them back together again
Seal them off with hot wax
Let's hope they do not break




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I hopes you like it ^-^

This didn't turn out anything how I wanted it too :\ I need to get to know Jergens more...then I'll redo this.
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So what we see is what we get? how boring. how sad; Bartleby.

Such a beautiful thing. All white and gold like an angel.
Red. eyes like some little demon, is that what he is? certainly he can't do anything properly, he let him die, let him die, he let jergens die. Jergensandnippersandmalware oh god it was his fault.
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"Smells like sick..." - Rosine and Briar

Huhu~ Click for a drabble thing

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read moremore c:

Scary morning

Run, run, as fast as your little stilts can.

click, thud thud, click click RUN!

Chased, chased,
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