Ooh look! Prose!I should really start referring to myself as a poet, considering how much poetry I write as opposed to the amount of prose, but I'll be damned if I'll stop calling myself a writer.
Yeah, this entry is a wee bit pointless XD
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Not The End Of The WorldIt's a very odd feeling, breaking up. Very odd indeed. I would've expected it to hurt, to be agonizingly painful, so bad that I just want to die, and bone-achingly sad. But it isn't sad, and it doesn't really hurt.Not The End Of The World
Well not yet, anyway.
We - Jerry and I - are sitting at a picnic table on the edge of the school field. It's a favourite hang-out of ours - quiet, private, shaded by the branches of a silver birch tree. It's around the back of the science block, right out of the way, where none of the other students bother to go and we can be alone.
Oh, it's not that we get picked on or anything: we don't. But
by ~falconwhitaker
Underneath The FloorboardsDown, beneath the floorboards, Where dust gathers in the dark: That is where we live and thrive, That is where we lurk and hide, And give our grief that we don't die As above you blindly tread.Underneath The Floorboards
High up above, we heard you tread Heavy on the creaking floorboards, Using up time until you die While we live down here in the dark. And from your prying eyes we hide, And in the deepness here we thrive.
Across the world, your kind do thrive, And all across the globe you tread. We are not brave: we stay and hide Beneath the floorboards, Way de
by ~falconwhitaker
Cellar DoorIt was always so forlorn once she was gone, Jacob always thought, forlorn and grey. He ran his fingers over the damp concrete with a sigh. Nothing ever changed. Not really. Every time he pretended that it would make a difference to him, but it never did. It never would. He knew that he was deluding himself, but what else could he do? Despair? Definitely not - it was so undignified.Cellar Door
He licked his fingers, tasting the damp and mould and mildew on his flesh. Upstairs was the sound of footsteps and the drone of the hoover that she apparently couldn't live without. All was familiar to him and spoke of his falling from grace. &nb
by ~falconwhitaker
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Dialogue: Derevaun-Rykka Chair“Derevaun?” “Yeah?” “What are you doing in my chair?” “Irritating you, I imagine.” “Let me rephrase that. Derevaun?” “Yeah?” “Get the hell out of my chair.” “Yes ma’am.” “Sir.” “Right. Sorry. “Why do you always do that, anyway?” “Call you ma’am?” “Sit in my chair.” “I’m undisciplined and ill-behaved. I ought to be reprimanded for insubordination, really. Possibly even court-martialed” “Oh, shut up.” &nbDialogue: Derevaun-Rykka Chair
by ~JasonDaath
Kesspa's Final Appearance.Kesspa opened her eyes, carefully reached under her pillow, and pulled out her peripheral. Slipping it over her right eye, she activated the night-vision and looked around. Rykka was still asleep in the other bed. Good. She lightly slipped off her bed, then pulled her weapon belt out from behind the footlocker. There was a slight scraping noise. She froze, looking at Rykka. Rykka didn’t show any signs of waking, so she silently fastened her belt around her waist, backed away and slipped out the door, closing it silently behind her. She walked down the hall as quickly as she could without making noise, typed the alarm coKesspa's Final Appearance.
by ~JasonDaath
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| I'm a writer and poet (I write more poetry than prose, but prose always seems to come first for me). I like writing fanfiction an awful lot. And I'm kinda strange. |
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- Interests: Reading, writing, professional wrestling...
- Favourite movie: Right now? Uh..."Behind the Lines".
- Favourite band or musician: Blue October. No question.
- Favourite genre of music: Rock or pop, I guess.
- Favourite artist: Renoit or Kass-Kass (aeromachia).
- Favourite poet or writer: Poet? Wilfred Owen. Writer? Derek Landy.
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