Ardon and Shadeedra by shadowsconsumemysoul, literature
Literature
Ardon and Shadeedra
The Dragonborn Avenger with the crimson scales sat at the bar and sipped her ale. There was no reason for her to drink so slowly; she liked the taste and it wouldn't intoxicate her. She wore her weapons, a magic full blade and a crossbow, openly. Her plate armor seemed heavy, but she wore it like leather. But it wasn't that which caught the half-elf's attention. Nor was it the belt of human skulls around her waist. No, he didn't care about that. It was the mere fact that she was a scaly, and it had been a scaly to kill his parents. He walked over to her.
"Defend yourself you murderous scum," his words were slurred from the alcohol.
"Sit
The long, open, warm meadow beckons
The ponies frolic and the foxes resting
The owl hoots as he shouts that which he reckons
The prairie dogs busy with their work and their jesting
The wolf prowls hungrily searching for prey
The rabbits scatter from its horrid path
The donkeys swat at flies as they lazily bray
The hyenas eat the bones of previous dinners as they laugh
The wildebeest chew calmly on their grass
The zebra lap lazily from their small pool
The monkeys swing as they voice their sass
The lion licks its lips as it drools
The sun slowly makes its way across the sky and sets
The day ends leaving no debts
She hung calmly next to her brothers and sisters. They pressed gently against her, as they all grew slowly together. They heard the chittering of monkeys who were no doubt eating aunts and uncles, and cousins. They knew that they would not have to worry about that for a while yet. And so, in peace they grew. The insects coming and going peacefully. And still they grew. But finally the day came. They all looked up at the shrieking of their sister. A huge monkey crept along the branch that they were hanging from. He moved slowly, always watching for danger. He crept closer and closer. Finally, he made it to where he could almost reach out and g
She rested peacefully in the shade. She was small, overlooked by the snuffling beasts that hopped lazily past. She watched, and saw as they killed and ate her friends and family. Each time this happened, she cried. And felt a stabbing in the very core of her being when she saw them, the blood of her family on their noses and chins. She was the one who was always overlooked. She felt herself growing though, and each day the snuffling beasts would sniff at her a little longer. She felt it in her heart. Her time was coming. She would soon not be overlooked. Soon, she would feel those jaws, those sharp teeth piercing her soft skin. The children t
The man sat sullenly on his little piece of sidewalk. He held a bottle which was inside a brown paper bag. He looked at it, shook it. A small amount of liquid splashed around inside. He thought to himself how he was running low. He scratched his chin, where his long, tangled mess of a beard started. He took a swig from the bottle. Then, he pulled himself off his bed of newspapers and walked back into the alley behind it. He staggered and started searching through dumpsters. He knew that he had not had anything to eat yesterday, or the day before. Pickings were slim nowadays and if he did not find food soon he would no longer have the energy t
New Perspective by shadowsconsumemysoul, literature
Literature
New Perspective
He hangs innocently, watching the world around him. The breeze gently rocks him. The bees buzz, the birds sing. All in this warm, bright day. He looks around himself, curious as to his surroundings. He sees branches and leaves. What's this? He wonders at it for a moment. Then a voice comes to him, calming him. He knows the voice of his mother. She tells him about the birds and the bees, what they are buzzing and singing about. He listens to her intently. She warns him of the humans, that one day the two of them would be separated because of the humans. He shudders and silently wonders why they must do that to him and his mother. A rabbit hops
She stands silent and tall. She feels the ground beneath her feet. It is a struggle to stay still. She yearns to see the world around her. She listens closely to the whispers around her. The chirpings of the birds as they build their nests nearby. She feels the itch of the ants as they crawl over her surface. In annoyance she tries to stretch herself taller, as it is the only direction she can go, and she is unable to swat at the ants. Her hair blows in the wind. She listens to the whispers of the breeze which speaks of far-off lands that though she years, she will never be able to see. The squirrels chitter at her feet. They scrounge around
This I Believe by shadowsconsumemysoul, literature
Literature
This I Believe
I believe in friendship. I also believe in imagination. The following essay illustrates exactly what it is about friendship and imagination that I believe in. - SPARK STAY AWAY FROM MATT'S HEAD!! - Where was I? Oh yeah, this essay also shows what we very imaginative people have to put up with - I KID YOU NOT SPARK DO NOT TEAR KRISTA'S BINDER TO SHREDS! - See, a perfect example of life with transparent friends. - SPARK DO NOT KNOCK THE TREE OF CHARACTERISTICS OVER!! - Sorry, she likes misbehaving. Last year, she spent all of her time in my friend's locker. She created a chaotic mess by the time she was kicked out. Anyway, back to the point of
She sits alone
He stares at her
She picks up the knife
He begs her to stop
She slits her wrist
Lets the blood flow
He looks away
Tears in his eyes
She lets it bleed
He tries to talk
But sobs instead
The blood flows
She slits her other wrist
He stumbles from the room
She watches the blood flow
Her eyes droop
She breathes her last
Ardon and Shadeedra by shadowsconsumemysoul, literature
Literature
Ardon and Shadeedra
The Dragonborn Avenger with the crimson scales sat at the bar and sipped her ale. There was no reason for her to drink so slowly; she liked the taste and it wouldn't intoxicate her. She wore her weapons, a magic full blade and a crossbow, openly. Her plate armor seemed heavy, but she wore it like leather. But it wasn't that which caught the half-elf's attention. Nor was it the belt of human skulls around her waist. No, he didn't care about that. It was the mere fact that she was a scaly, and it had been a scaly to kill his parents. He walked over to her.
"Defend yourself you murderous scum," his words were slurred from the alcohol.
"Sit
The long, open, warm meadow beckons
The ponies frolic and the foxes resting
The owl hoots as he shouts that which he reckons
The prairie dogs busy with their work and their jesting
The wolf prowls hungrily searching for prey
The rabbits scatter from its horrid path
The donkeys swat at flies as they lazily bray
The hyenas eat the bones of previous dinners as they laugh
The wildebeest chew calmly on their grass
The zebra lap lazily from their small pool
The monkeys swing as they voice their sass
The lion licks its lips as it drools
The sun slowly makes its way across the sky and sets
The day ends leaving no debts
She hung calmly next to her brothers and sisters. They pressed gently against her, as they all grew slowly together. They heard the chittering of monkeys who were no doubt eating aunts and uncles, and cousins. They knew that they would not have to worry about that for a while yet. And so, in peace they grew. The insects coming and going peacefully. And still they grew. But finally the day came. They all looked up at the shrieking of their sister. A huge monkey crept along the branch that they were hanging from. He moved slowly, always watching for danger. He crept closer and closer. Finally, he made it to where he could almost reach out and g
She rested peacefully in the shade. She was small, overlooked by the snuffling beasts that hopped lazily past. She watched, and saw as they killed and ate her friends and family. Each time this happened, she cried. And felt a stabbing in the very core of her being when she saw them, the blood of her family on their noses and chins. She was the one who was always overlooked. She felt herself growing though, and each day the snuffling beasts would sniff at her a little longer. She felt it in her heart. Her time was coming. She would soon not be overlooked. Soon, she would feel those jaws, those sharp teeth piercing her soft skin. The children t
The man sat sullenly on his little piece of sidewalk. He held a bottle which was inside a brown paper bag. He looked at it, shook it. A small amount of liquid splashed around inside. He thought to himself how he was running low. He scratched his chin, where his long, tangled mess of a beard started. He took a swig from the bottle. Then, he pulled himself off his bed of newspapers and walked back into the alley behind it. He staggered and started searching through dumpsters. He knew that he had not had anything to eat yesterday, or the day before. Pickings were slim nowadays and if he did not find food soon he would no longer have the energy t
New Perspective by shadowsconsumemysoul, literature
Literature
New Perspective
He hangs innocently, watching the world around him. The breeze gently rocks him. The bees buzz, the birds sing. All in this warm, bright day. He looks around himself, curious as to his surroundings. He sees branches and leaves. What's this? He wonders at it for a moment. Then a voice comes to him, calming him. He knows the voice of his mother. She tells him about the birds and the bees, what they are buzzing and singing about. He listens to her intently. She warns him of the humans, that one day the two of them would be separated because of the humans. He shudders and silently wonders why they must do that to him and his mother. A rabbit hops
She stands silent and tall. She feels the ground beneath her feet. It is a struggle to stay still. She yearns to see the world around her. She listens closely to the whispers around her. The chirpings of the birds as they build their nests nearby. She feels the itch of the ants as they crawl over her surface. In annoyance she tries to stretch herself taller, as it is the only direction she can go, and she is unable to swat at the ants. Her hair blows in the wind. She listens to the whispers of the breeze which speaks of far-off lands that though she years, she will never be able to see. The squirrels chitter at her feet. They scrounge around
This I Believe by shadowsconsumemysoul, literature
Literature
This I Believe
I believe in friendship. I also believe in imagination. The following essay illustrates exactly what it is about friendship and imagination that I believe in. - SPARK STAY AWAY FROM MATT'S HEAD!! - Where was I? Oh yeah, this essay also shows what we very imaginative people have to put up with - I KID YOU NOT SPARK DO NOT TEAR KRISTA'S BINDER TO SHREDS! - See, a perfect example of life with transparent friends. - SPARK DO NOT KNOCK THE TREE OF CHARACTERISTICS OVER!! - Sorry, she likes misbehaving. Last year, she spent all of her time in my friend's locker. She created a chaotic mess by the time she was kicked out. Anyway, back to the point of
She sits alone
He stares at her
She picks up the knife
He begs her to stop
She slits her wrist
Lets the blood flow
He looks away
Tears in his eyes
She lets it bleed
He tries to talk
But sobs instead
The blood flows
She slits her other wrist
He stumbles from the room
She watches the blood flow
Her eyes droop
She breathes her last
My Special Place by shadowsconsumemysoul, literature
Literature
My Special Place
Never has any one been there
No pictures have been taken
Yet I can see it as clear as day
The flaming grass
The glistening stream
The roaring ocean
The rich green grass
No people are living there
No tales have been made
So how do I see it plain as day
The stone gray castle
The deadly moat
The majestic mountains
The fluffy clouds
None but I can go there
I travel there every day
I can smell sweet smells
Fires burning all the time
Salt spray from the sea
Delicious smells from the castle
Fresh air just for me
My best friend is its only inhabitant
She waits patiently for me
Sitting atop her favorite rock
Scales as hard as s
Well hello again friends! I'm back. I know I can't believe it either. But like I said I'm back. Hopefully I'll continue to be around this time. My writing as EXPLODED I'm getting new ideas all the time! I've got so much updating to do it's not funny. I haven't been writing as many poems but I've got a lot of story beginnings I'm planning on posting at some point. I'll probably do some tonight... I mean... This morning :) but I don't know how many I'll get to. Also, everyone who's read it and was excited to see it will be disappointed to know that my 300 page story may never reach the publishers. But I've got a really good idea for a similar a
And I'm afraid it's going to be a very long time before there's anything from me again.
I just went to the doctors again today. My tendinitis has gotten extremely bad. It hurts all the time. I had to have three X-Rays taken of my wrist. I have to wear a brace constantly and take two pills every morning when I wake up from now until I feel better. So yeah. It's going to be a while. I fear that surgery is needed and dad won't pay for that so we're looking at a really long time for me to get relief from this pain that lasts without the aid of pills... Lovely for me. I hate my life sometimes. But I am going to try to find snippits of my book to
I'm working on a short story series book thing. All will be posted on here. So far I have two: Loss and New Perspective. To all of my active watchers (of which there are probably only few) keep looking out for more. I don't know titles or subjects yet (except for one which was requested by ~Kool-ky (https://www.deviantart.com/kool-ky) and that one's only the subject not the title.) So anyways nothing much else to report. Chugging through life with a sword in one hand and a pen in the other.
OOOH there is one thing, speaking of pens. I can't use pencils anymore D: which sucks cause I like pencils better than pens. I has tendinitis (for those of you who don't know what that
ShadowMo. I must see more of your writing. Are you journaling every day? Or writing? You must! At least do one or the other every day. You are a good writer. Thanks for sharing this link. Is this where I look for more?
Geeze you scared me Karen No I haven't been journaling or writing everyday. Yes you're right I must. This is indeed where you look for more. Thanks for joining. Have you figured out how to watch me yet? I'll watch you when I'm done with this comment. I'll try to at least journal more. I'm going to try to do so everyday, but with work I come home so exhausted and dirty that I just shower and then go upstairs and wait for John to call me. Or like yesterday come home shower and go to bed. So anyway. I shall indeed try to write more and post it on here. ^.^