Drown it all outI need a drinkDrown it all out by Relic-Angel
Some time to think
And let it all run wild
A glass of cider or two
Found my missing bag, felt really blue
Man, I want to punch something.
Attack of the Train PoleRun run run! Don't be late!Attack of the Train Pole by Relic-Angel
Rush rush rush! Please train wait!
I ran into a train pole.
There's blood everywhere...
On my jumper, on my jeans...
Phew. None on my hair.
Why is the world spinning?
And what's this agony in my nose?
Uh oh.... this is not good.
But at least I'm still on my toes.
Someone, grab some tissues...
Send them all my way
... I'd better sit and take a breather
What a way to start the day.
When He SingsWhen you sing a lyricsWhen He Sings by Relic-Angel
How do you feel?
Does your heart skip a beat
When you hit that high peal?
Or when a crooner you adore
Opens his mouth and makes you
Isn't that what you want too?
To drink from his lips like the finest wine?
Or just tap your toe in time
To his beat?
Oh damn, this is tragic
But it's just like magic
The way he wraps his song
Around my finger
Or the way he lets those sweet notes linger
More then I want them to... in my ear.
So much for that.
RandomnessIsn't it funny how life drifts by?Randomness by Relic-Angel
You could be standing at bus-stop with the people
Who work with you, yet nobody knows who you really are...
Me? I write.
Not many people know that.
Or many people will ever know that.
It's tiring; I'm losing sleep over the perfect dialogue.
It's frustrating, too.
"Why do I look so dreary?"
And quite honestly, I'm getting sick of my ability.
The real world comes in, everything I had in my head gets washed away.
Every. Bloody. Thing.
I like being alone; it helps me focus.
My concentration level is endless...
That sure enough I'm once again on the 7:14 train.
Chugging along to work.
How did I get here?
Time moves too fast...
I... I have to stop and smell the roses.
Roses... Blood-red with delicate petals.
The same red as my Christmas t-shirt.
The same red as my colored pencil.
The same one I had not used in over 2 years...
PoemI'll never forget the smellPoem by MemoriesAreBleeding
Of your neck so soft
Your heart thumping in your chest
I feel the gentle clutch of your hand in mine
And I can't breath.
My heart stops still
In a flutter of happiness
When your skin touches mine
I can hear you breathing in my ear
And I can't breath
Your smile's so divine
That it melts my very soul
When I see it crawl gently across your face
It can tell a thousand stories.
And I can't breath.
Your eyes sparkle
And mine water at the sight
I think over and over - You're so beautiful
And your looks could kill me
And I can't breath.
And your touch could make me cry
You could crush me with just one glance
Cause I love you
I love you.
Threads of Fate | 14 | DivisionsThreads of FateThreads of Fate | 14 | Divisions by ChaosShadow
Fourteen || Divisions
The next morning, Rue stepped out his room feeling defeated and miserable. He hadn’t had a chance to tell Klaus about what had happened to the cube – either Mel’s originally taking it, or her obvious adamance about not giving it back – and he was not much enamored by the prospect. Klaus had probably already worked out that something had gone awry, as neither Rue nor Mint had visited him after leaving to speak to Mel, but that hardly made the task any easier.
Never mind that his conversation with Mel hung over him like a pall. What if she was right, if this pursuit could actually end in catastrophe? Was he willing to put the whole world at risk on the chance that he could bring her back? But on the other hand, what choice did he have? He could give up and look for another Relic, but it had taken him three years of combing a continent to finally find this one, and the idea of turnin
Challenge/Contest thing coming up soonHi allChallenge/Contest thing coming up soon by We-Write-To-Escape
I hope all of you are well and making the most of life.
I just wanted to announce that the challenge will be up by the 18th of April hopefully. It's just that I have just come into mid-semester assessment at uni at the moment and I can't spare enough time to write up the thorough challenge journal yet. The mid-semester break starts on Good Friday, the 18th, so I am hoping to get the journal done then before I have to continue work on two big assignments due at the same time for two different subjects.
As much as I love dA and this group, I'm paying a ridiculous amount of money to study and I need to put life before my duties on here for the next fortnight. I hope the wait just makes you enjoy the challenge more!
Now, as you know, for this challenge to be as amazing as I want it to be, we need some epic prizes for the five winners, who will be randomly drawn from a hat and recorded in order. Like usual, there will be three major winners, and two minor winners. You will und
Threads of Fate | 13 | ConversationsThreads of FateThreads of Fate | 13 | Conversations by ChaosShadow
Thirteen || Conversations
Mint needed information.
Specifically, what she needed was to get that cube back. In the interim between speaking with the witch and returning to town, she had realized a few dreadful possibilities and knew she had to act as quickly as possible to head them off.
If Mel had not been lying – and Mint had no reason to think she was – then Mint had to get the cube back. The kind of raw power Mel had talked about was somehow more than Mint had ever dared to dream; she had aspirations of conquest and vengeance and righting all the injustices in the world (at least those that had been done to her), but the idea of being able to control the universe – to make things just the way they should have always been – was almost dizzying.
Which meant two things: Rue’s innocuous request to use the Relic first was in even greater contention than it had
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Twelve || Anamnesis
“I really think I should walk Elena home,” Rue said. “It’s getting dark, and Mira doesn’t like her to be out this late...”
“Don’t worry,” Mel said. “I’ve sent along an escort. He’ll keep her safe.”
Rue was still dubious, but he nodded. “All right.”
Mel set down two sets of cups and saucers, and in the middle of the table she placed the kettle and a small plate of tea biscuits. She took her seat, and nodded to the chair opposite her. Slowly, Rue slid into his seat, and she smiled at him.
“Now that we’re comfortable,” she began, “I’d like to ask a few follow-up questions.”
He had expected as much. He nodded.
“First, the simple part. Who was this woman, and why is she so importan
Threads of Fate | 9 | LakesideNine || LakesideThreads of Fate | 9 | Lakeside by ChaosShadow
Elroy had designed his labyrinth to keep people out, not trap them inside, so fortunately once they began making their way backward they suffered no further interruptions; the path was singular and straight, and though there was something the sounds of scuttling and movement and sometimes the shadow of a long, thin leg melting into the darkness, the lantern light was enough to keep the monsters from getting too curious.
After what felt like a very long time, they found the fissure in the wall that led them back into the cobalt mines, and stepped out of the pale blue illumination of the atelier tunnels into the warm, inviting light of the lantern path Mint had ignited. From there it was only a few more minutes until they could see the dazzling light of day, and with a final push they crossed the threshold, out of the stifling mines and into the open clearing. They were struck immediately by fresh air, the scent of damp earth
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Eight || Hunters
Mint took point and led the way on the approach to the entrance of the atelier. There was a rather conspicuous incongruity to the rest of the pyramid, a rectangular hallway protruding toward them, at the end of which a door would inevitably stand.
“Now we get to hope it’s not locked,” Mint said cheerily. “That’d be great fun, trying to find a key down here.” Having said it, her mind suddenly went elsewhere, and she looked over her shoulder to Rue. “So how’d you end up finding me, anyway?”
“Something released a lot of magic,” he said. “I think you got sent one way and I went another. They both met here.”
“Is that what happened?” Mint asked. “I was just walking along and suddenly I was elsewhere.”
“Far as I can tell,” Rue s