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 Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 4:45 pm
I claim this journal as mine, for I am the mighty Howling Stormwolf, claimer of such things.
Feel free to read and critique as you like~ :3
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 6:13 pm
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 7:03 pm
Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Thanks, yo. xD
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:18 pm
365 CHALLENGE:
DAY 001: NEW BEGINNINGS
This is just something off the top of my head. :3
My hand quivered as the lead touched paper. Ever since my sister's death, these two objects didn't look like the lock and key to another realm like they were. They were just things to get my homework done. Mallory died eight months ago in a shooting at her university. She was shot in the abdomen--a kind of wound I learned is hard to treat. Especially when the bullet tears right through your stomach, and you're being held hostage by a couple of idiots who hate everyone in the whole friggin' world. They were (I say were because once Mall died, they blew their own brains out) cutters who were raised in an abusive family. Not even seventeen, I'd heard, and they wanted to make history far past a high school. Well, they did.
And now, I have an alcoholic mother, a depressed father, and my brother left to join the Marines. Mallory was everyone's inspiration, she lit up our house just by laughing. She was mine more than others. Profiles of her cover my walls, a couple of portraits even. Always, always, smiling or laughing. Poems she's inspired me to write hang from the ceiling, fluttering with the slightest brush of air.
Then there is the book. I told her I wanted to write a book a couple of years ago, but I wasn't talented enough. When I said that she jerked my chin up (though I was nearly taller than her) and with a fire in her eyes I'd never seen before, she stated, "Everett Michael Don, you are talented enough to paint the ocean with only ever looking at it once, you are talented enough to find the smallest beauties in nature behind a lens, and your poems could pull even old Satan's heartstrings.
"So don't you tell me that for you, writing a book would require talent that you don't possess!" Then she harrumphed and made me promise her I would try. So I did. Before she died I had fifty solid pages of good work. After she died I had several ounces of bottled charcoal. I wonder why I would even start it up again. And then I think of her. The one who I secretly draw and take pictures of; the one who seems to have lit a small lantern in the dark recesses of my mind.
I find myself unconsciously drawn to her eyes and her demeanor. I made my parents meet her, and they seem to have gotten a little bit better. I scratched down the beginning phrase and I realized I was smiling. Maybe I could write another book. For Mallory--and, as silly as it seems, for the happy kitten purring contentedly on my lap.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 7:24 pm
365 CHALLENGE:
DAY 002: CAUSE/EFFECT
A poem :3 about a revolution? xD (I suck at poems ;^; )
A girl once led a revolution
against a mighty fearsome monarch.
Just, she felt was this course of action,
as did her warriors, who thought the queen stark.
But like all revolutionaries,
the girl paid a price in the end.
Her mind was filled with battle glories,
and of her, stories would have been penned.
Though that's not how it went; she had more death
than her head had first thought there would be.
The body toll alone took away her breath,
Would now her eyes open to let her see?
No; she finally led a battle,
and not well it ended--for the queen.
For though the girl died (she was only mortal),
those in this uprising ran Queen through with swords so keen.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 7:38 pm
365 CHALLENGE:
DAY 003: PEACE OF MIND
Another poem?! xD (I dunno why ;^; )
I open my eyes
to thick black skies.
Rain will soon fall;
thunder grumbles it call.
Heartbreak tightens my chest--
I shouldn't have confessed.
Lightning strikes the air,
and tells me not to care.
"Firework" dances in my mind,
and soon my sad mood has declined.
As I watch the storm
the tears with rain rain conform.
My head clears,
and there are no more tears.
Once this is over, I'll go back to that--
but right now this was all I could look at.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 4:45 pm
365 DAY CHALLENGE:
DAY 004: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
When I read the name for today, I first thought of swing sets, pirate adventures, and young love. And then I thought of the other end of the spectrum--where abuse, fear and tears ruled. I kind of like doing the more uncommon thing, which is what I am trying to do with all of these prompts. So I chose the latter. :3
I never thought he was being serious. Then the car pulled up to the baby blue, paneled house and my stomach dropped four thousand feet down. I sank further into my seat as my counselor switched off the bug's engine and soaked in the silence.
"Well," he began after an awkward cough, "time for some closure." I didn't want to be be here. At all. My eyes wandered around the cheerful premises, feeling the lurking darkness and nightmares sneaking up around the corner. The man to my left slowly got out of the car, stretched leisurely, and then walked around to my door.
I look past him, and when he opened my door I looked at the curb, trying and failing to keep the grass on the lawn.
"Come on, get out." the man said, lifting my chin so I would look at him. "Putting it off won't make it any easier to deal with, hun." I almost smiled as he helped me out of the car, and we began our slow walk down the sidewalk to the porch. The short distance passed in aching silence, yet didn't seem to last too long. Maybe it didn't help that I kept my gaze locked on my feet.
When reached the sunny yellow door, I took in the fact that the paint on it was chipped and faded slightly. It was like that was the panels on the walls, too. As my companion pulled out a small key to unlock the entrance, I looked over my shoulder to stare at the black Volkswagen. I shuddered slightly, then jumped in surprise when his hand settled on my shoulder. With a gentle squeeze and then a push, I was inside the house.
I was still looking behind me when he closed the door lightly. Horror overwhelmed me, and it took all of my will not to spin around and start clawing at the door. Instead, I looked around the vaguely dusty interior, not knowing what he wanted me to do. And the I spotted it. The one and only family picture. It was encased in a small frame and rested on the round end table by the staircase.
I inhaled sharply, at the sight of it and began to walk toward it. My hand reached to pick it up, then stopped. This was the first photo that my parents and I and taken together. It was also the last. Some days after we took it, they realized I was below them, and therefore worthless. My throat constricted as I remembered all the shrieks of anger, the kick of punishment. The last day I was with them, they threw glass at me. More precisely, a vase that was the length of my five-year-old arm, and as wide as my five-year-old head.
Instinctively, I lift my fingers to touch the my most prominent scar--the one on my cheek. Lost in thought, I didn't know Stark was behind me until his hand was on my shoulder and I jumped again. I looked over at him, as I was almost as tall as he was, and felt comforted by his smile. I glanced at the picture and then back to him. They would have never approved of him, with his lip stud and that red streak in his spiked up black hair. Then again, they never approved of anything. Maybe if I didn't think of him as a father, I'd be head over heels for him, like all the girls at my school.
"Thanks, Pops," I said with a hint of a smile. "For keeping the house for me. Maybe when I graduate I'll move in." I might come here tomorrow and settle in the dust of the first six years of my life. Eventually I might think of moving in, but in reality the ghosts were still right next to me. In my foster father's face, I saw that he knew this and I suddenly attacked him with a hug. I started crying into him. I'm so glad he saved me.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 6:01 pm
365 DAY CHALLENGE:
DAY 005: SPEED
Yeah, I dunno what I was thinking when I wrote this. xD Then again, I was at a sleepover and my friends were telling me to hurry up, so that might explain it.
His muscles were tensed with unsung energy as he slid smoothly through the savannah grass. Antelope-scent was thick in his nose and mouth, but still his concentration held. When at last the moment was right, he exploded forward at this prey. Every time he hunted, it was a challenge to keep up with his food, but he did. This time was like any other.
He chased his quarry around an acacia tree, stretch then compress motions fluid as ever. The antelope tried to do it again, go around a tree that is, in another attempt to make him skid or fall and ended up doing that itself. In an instant the cheetah was on it, jaws clenched around the neck holding it like that until it stopped struggling.
Once it let out its last breath, he lifted it up and hurried back to his home. While he was the fastest animal on the plains, he still had to worry about lions and leopards wanting his food. Though if he had to, he'd drop the corpse and run. He liked both hunting and running, so he enjoyed it while he could.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 8:58 pm
I read speed. I liked it. I like how you didn't say he was a cheetah, but implied it. Here: Quote: he exploded forward at this prey I think "this" may be a typo, or it's not, but I think the wording is strong. I think the ending could be stronger if the last sentence was cut, maybe. Great piece. smile
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 2:51 pm
x3 Yeah, thanks~ ._. |Facepalm| Yep. That's supposed to be "his" not "this". xDD I love doing that implying thing--I guess it's because I've always obsessed over "What am I?" riddles. ^^" Hm. That last sentence does seem a little weak. Maybe if I had combined it with the one before it? I dunno. xD
:3 Anywho, I appreciate the feedback~~
|Now feels absolutely dreadful for not checking out everyones member journals| D;
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 5:29 pm
365 CHALLENGE:
DAY 006: MAYHEM
All I could think of when I first saw this were those Mayhem commercials. So I just had to start this with one. xD
"I'm a random windstorm," the girl began quoting as the Mayhem commercial flicked on. Her big brother smiled at her before joining in.
"Shaky, shaky," he started, something sly in his voice. "Shaky, shaky, shaky!" Emphasis was forced into the last "shaky" as he pounced on his little sister, and began tickling her. Her squeals and his laughter quickly drowned out Mayhem, but it's not like there was anyone else watching T.V. with them. Her tiny hand pushed weakly against him while he pinched and poked her sides, armpits, and the back of her neck.
Abruptly, her beautiful giggles morphed into ugly coughs, and her brother jerked away in alarm. Then he had his arms around her small body and pat her back lightly.
"S'okay, Sa," he murmured repeatedly, until her coughing ceased. When she stopped, he pulled his long legs into an Indian-style position on the white cushions, and eased her on to his lap. For a few moments, they sat like that and watched the television in comfortable quiet. And then a lady in a pristine, white nurse uniform appeared at the couch's armrest with a clipboard. A white biohazard mask was attached to her face, offsetting the nice, nurse with a sort of creepy Resident Evil look.
Sa curled in closer to her brother with a small whimper.
"Sa . . . Just Sa?" the woman asked, voice raspy and almost robotic. The siblings nodded in unison. "Now do you . . ." Her head tipped slightly--reading the clipboard, no doubt. "Do you, Lucif, have an insurance card to cover the cost of the procedure?" Lucif's unnaturally-colored emerald eyes widened in surprise.
"Th-they didn't give me a card," he mumbled feebly, staring down into his sisters dark hair.
"Well, it says here that you're with InsuRight, so a card would be of no use to you anyway." Taking the teens silence for puzzlement, she went on: "They shut down last week. Since you are no longer available for treatment, I suggest you leave." He wasn't sure if he heard a dash of kindness in her muffled voice, but he couldn't really see her being kind--she did work for the appointed "bad guys." When Lucif looked up, she was striding away, purpose in her posture.
With a small sigh, he slid his legs of the couch and stood, cradling Sa against his chest protectively. He walked slowly toward the large, glass entrance doors and felt his sister tense as she watched them get closer to the world outside. She didn't wanna go back, he knew, but they had to or they'd get arrested for staying without reason on government property.
Lucif stood in front of the doors for a moment, gazing at the perfect city. But that was just an illusion. In reality, the city was a chaotic hell, ridden with an extremely contagious disease, where people struggled to survive. And he was going to take an eleven-year-old (who was infected with this sickness) back into that world.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2012 5:02 pm
365 CHALLENGE:
DAY 007: GILDING A LILY
Derp. xD I don't know what this is.
My dad's in the hospital--ICU. He got hit by a car. Broke a lot of bones, I heard. The doctors say he may not survive. Which, would suck since we had been working on something together. A sign, for the church down the road from our house. So far we had basically just traced the outline of it.
The blueprint of it was a lone lily, with the words "Lily of the Valley" in curlicue lettering under the lily. The sign was going to have rounded edges and be made of boxwood. We were going to gild the lily, and that was why Dad was out. He went out to get the gold, as well as some new carving knives. But after I found out he got hit, I realized that this was supposed to be my gilding lesson.
I couldn't hold off the piece until Dad was out, because frankly, the due date was tomorrow and he would never be well enough to finish it by then. Besides, we promised each other that we would never let a project sit by that long. Even if it did mean everyone (especially my mother) thought I was heartless for not visiting my father once since the accident. And if it involved another fight with Mom.
She claimed (once more) that a shack (it's more of a shed) is no place for a girl to be, because it's filled with dangerous equipment. I argued that if I had been born a guy, she wouldn't give a flip if I was playing with "dangerous equipment." Then she grabbed my little sister's hand and dragged her out to the car. Hmph. Anyways, I figured I shouldn't try gilding without my dad, so I stuck to searching the shed for white, green, and pink paint.
After maybe half an hour of looking, I finally found the paint under the workbench. Go figure. And then I started on carving out the image.
This was going to take a while.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 8:44 pm
365 CHALLENGE:
DAY 008: FIRST ROMANCE
This is with a couple of cat characters of mine. I've stuck with them, loving them, even though I hardly write their story anymore. D: This is the first meeting between Felt (a cat with a curse that makes her kill) and Josh (a cat that steals Felts heart and basically saves the catland from humans. Or tries to. Yayyy. :3). Felt is just walking when she sees a footprint and doesn't recognize the scent nor look. Then Josh pops up and she suddenly goes into her killing mode. At least, she's about to. So yup. That's where this starts. Enjoy. :3
I could feel the red burning in my eyes--I had to get away from him. Now.
"Something wrong, Miss?" asked the tom-cat in concern. I averted his gaze and turned around. The spaces between my paws, where my claws were hidden, started to itch and my body became overwhelmed with those violent shakes. Now I could feel anxiety coming off the stranger in waves. It would be so nice to just . . . rip him open, delight in his agonized yowls . . . My claws snapped out, digging into the soft soil beneath my paws.
Stop, Felt, I half-heartedly scolded myself, You have--you're in control. I could feel the want to kill seeping into my fur, digging under my pelt, and thrusting itself into my bones, so I was losing hope that this was a minor attack. And the the flea-bitten idiot came around to my left side, trying to stick his solid brown muzzle in my face. I know he was trying to be nice, but really--shouldn't he have realized who I was already?
"You should back off," I hissed, pain rippling in my gut. And then before I could stop it, I corrected myself. "No, wait. I'm sorry." My head swam with attempting to focus on something other than the beautifully gory demise of this stranger.
"Miss, are you feeling unwell?" he asked as I looked at him. Hm, let's see . . . I am imagining you dying in several dozen none-too-nice ways, so, yeah, I'm doing amazing. I figured my eyes had now fully changed from the soft, pale green to the harsh, bright red. I locked onto his single amber eye, noticing the vicious scars around the other socket, and how it was oddly black. His pupil darted from the three triangles on my forehead, to the ones on my cheeks, then to the blanket-like marking on my back.
That's what everyone did, just to make sure of who I was. But, if you ask me, it was a little too late to be doing this. Though, he didn't run away screaming or attack in fear, he just frowned in though and tilted his head. That movement suddenly had my maddened innards oozing like tree sap. Not noticing he had transfixed me with that lovely-colored eye, he said slowly; carefully:
"You were in my dreams." I felt power surge through my limbs, yet I was frozen. He took a cautious paw step toward me, but I did nothing against. That eye seemed to hold me in place. He got closer and continued, "I-I think I'm her to help you. I know what made that print, Miss." He touched his paw to mine without hesitation, and suddenly all that pain and anger and violence was draining out of me.
"Wha--how--" He leaned in, cutting my almost-phrases off. Out noses were almost bumping and an unnatural thrill fluttered in my chest.
"Humans, Miss. This place is in danger." Humans? Weren't all humans gone? The longer his black-striped paw stayed attached to mine, the stranger I began to feel. Like his fur was filled to the brim with static and it was sending jolts of electricity through me. Even more strange, was the effect it had of making me feel just a smidgen tired.
"B-by the way, Miss, my names Josh," he meowed, stuttering again, like he didn't have a clue to what he was doing or how he was doing it. I also noticed he had a faint accent similar to a cat of Brit background.
"Felt," I mumbled, wanting him to know my name so desperately. Drowsiness swept over me, causing my legs to give out beneath me, and making my eyelids sag. As I crumpled to the ground, I heard his voice call out distantly and frantic.
"Miss? Felt? M-miss?!" And then, I blacked out.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:39 pm
365 CHALLENGE:
DAY 009: ORCHARD
Derp. xD I used characters from an RP I'm in for this one. Both characters are mine, so I didn't, like steal them or anything. xD"
"So", Cyria began, swallowing a bite of her apple, "are you gonna ask anyone to the dance, Uni-corn?" The fair-haired boy glanced at her, trying to mask his alarm. How in the world did she figure out? He swallowed nervously, about to speak, then she began talking again. "What, no reaction? Hm. Well, I guess it isn't actually as original as I thought, was it? What about Uni-boy?" She giggled, think of Uniti as a superhero. With tights and everything. Uniti kind of chuckled, shaking his head in a no. He couldn't help but feel relief as his gaze went back down to the untouched apple in his hands.
"I don't know. How about you--did you get asked, Cyria?" the thin boy questioned, not looking at her.
"Well, duh! Like, ten people asked me." She hit him on the arm when his tense shoulders dropped as he relaxed. She mistook another sign of relief for rejection. "But I was gonna ask if you wanted to go with me, since I figured you'd be too shy to ask whoever it is you like." Her best friend shrugged.
"I didn't . . . I don't want to go to the dance." Cyria tossed the remainder of the apple at his head.
"Of course you do!" she exclaimed, throwing her fluffy, white hair out of her eyes and over her back. "If you don't go, I'll have to go with an idiot I don't want to be with, or not at all!" She huffed, crossed her arms and glared at Uniti.
He had flinched from the impact of the fruit, and then sighed, looking over at her.
"It's here, right?" he asked, indicating the surrounding apple trees. She nodded, quivering with suppressed excitement. It was obviously taking a great deal not to tackle him.
"I mean, no, not here exactly. In the barn," she explained pointing to a barn about three hundred yards off.
"I . . . I guess I could go with you," he said slowly, hoping he wouldn't regret it. Then, before she could attack him, he held up his index finger to tell her to wait. She raised herself to her knees, rubbing her fists together in anticipation. "Though beforehand we go to the arcade. And, after, we go get smoothies. Or milkshakes. Whichever." She nodded eagerly, and in a flash her arms were around his neck and they were on the ground.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!! You're the best, Uniti!" He laughed at her, as rubbed her face against his shirt. "You're gonna look soooo cute in a tuxedo~!"
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 6:43 pm
365 CHALLENGE:
DAY 010: DISILLUSIONMENT
Hey, it’s those characters from the MAYHEM challenge~!
"Well, isn't this and interesting turn of events," the thin man gripping Sa's tiny wrist said, sounding like it wasn't actually that interesting. Lucif stood in front of him, right hand cupped around a emerald green contact lens. His now-different colored eye were narrowed and filled with hate. One eye was the exact same shade of the contact, but the revealed eye complimented the green as a vibrant red. Close to the color of freshly drawn blood.
Then, Sa began fight agaisnt the iron hold on her. She didn't want her brother to leave! "Don't make him go," she cried, tears brimming in her honey-colored gaze. The stranger laughed coldly and jerked her arm sharply.
"He's not your real brother. He's not human," he stated, almost slowly. Lucif and Sa locked, confusion clouding each other’s faces. Not human? There another laugh. "He created, not born." He paused, frowned, and his clenched squeezed even tighter around the girl's fragile wrist. She had stopped struggling when he jerked her arm, though, so there was no need for him to do this. Sa whimpered, but Lucif barely managed to choke back curses, insults, and threats. The man continued slowly, voice thick with bitterness.
"But then a certain scientist felt sympathy toward a certain child, and they took him. The way he said it made it seem like he was hiding something, Lucif grew suspicious immediately.
"So now you want me back," he guessed cautiously after a couple of seconds of silence. The man spit of another harsh laugh.
"No, we don't want you. We want your blood. And then we'll kill you." He shoved Sa away. "Her, too."
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