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Mist of LiesWho tells the truth, In a mist of lies? The fog is thick, You can barely see, You can't find you way, It suffocates you, Taunts you, In this strange land Yet we all struggle and stumble our way through it, As everyone does, To find the lst way, But what hope do have, In the end, Of ever returningMist of Lies
by ~FadingCookie
KnowingDo you really know me? You have not known me in the past, You cannot know me in the future, You forget me to often, I push away to well, But now? Do you truely know me now?Knowing
by ~FadingCookie
Something's Wrong. story partThe harbar stank of dead fish. But cound't eat them. Poisened. All over the sea, it seems. In the ocean as well, according to rumour. It's been a hard year for the fisher folk. We're barly scraping by, like many others. Money is tight and expensive as ever. Seeds are dissapearing too. No one seems to know why, but one things is for sure, somethings wrong.Something's Wrong. story part
The seeds are not just dissapearing they are bad all of them. Some of them fall apart, some are black that shound not be. Cattle are dying swifter then other, not poisend like the fish are, but just gone bad. Dead rabbits, foxes, and mice seem to be appearing out of no where. It
by ~FadingCookie
Tyrant -part of a story-A group of women, children, men all walked in the desert, frail and alone. They protested in the wind, for good reason, yet in vain. They ignored them, many of them didn't want to, but nontheless you had to. To the soldiers this was normal. Yet surprisingly this time they begged not for foor or water.Tyrant -part of a story-
Our leader, the Queen, banished them all without food, water, or provisions. Simply what they had on them, which to say, wasn't much seeing how theifs crawl the streets.She would just say they shouldn't have wasted coming here and shoating. It's rediculous and cruel. But we can't stop it, or we would be just like them. She says if s
by ~FadingCookie
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Memory's MasterpieceI've never been in the desert, though I've seen itMemory's Masterpiece
from the side of a road, it lay before me like a masterpiece, captured in the frame of a car door window
maybe it was just a painting I swear I could see brush strokes in the sand and in the rays of light, maybe the mountain silhouettes were nothing more than an artist's vision,
memory is never reliable, but it's all I have, I am away from home, can never go back, but I can dream of dancing with the lizard King and the women of the sunset
by ~minibro
KnowingIt’s hard to overcome the darkness of the world,Knowing
But harder to overcome the addiction of your soul. One can play the role of an innocent child,
But one cannot stay like that for more than a while.
Yes… I have an addiction,
I have also had many predictions… But do I dare to speak back to those who care? Am I going to risk so much, do I dare? Maybe I shouldn’t say a word and let things happen,
As I see people in my mind all saddened.
I know what’s on everyone’s mind… I can see that their actions are not so kind. I knew these were goi
by ~unforgetablesoul
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| Me. I am a child of 5, who loves reading and is fairly good in writing. The only problem is: spelling (it is terrible) and lack of motivation. For some unknown reason I can not write happy stories (in the begining not sure for the end though) and love stories (which can be a happy story I guess,but not always[however if it is a twisted{and it had to be fairly twisted} love story then I can write it]) and I am good at sad stories and none of my main characters are normal (even if it is not fanasy) the majority of my writing is fantasy but I am starting to write a little bit of nonfantasy. So yeah. |
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- Current Residence: the corner of the back of your mind where no one bothers to go
- Interests: Reading and Writing...and thinking
- Favourite movie: Old Disney movies
- Favourite poet or writer: John Flanagan of the Ranger's Apprentice sereies
- Favourite style of art: masses of random colors
- Favourite game: Clue, World of Warcraft, and Uno
- Personal Quote: Life is to short to forget, yet to long to remember.
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil and paper
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You're only 5? Gosh, you've certainly got talent, especially at such a young age! I can tell you have alot of potential here as an artist & all throughout life~
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And you are not stupid. Besides you make me feel special
I mean come on who else besides me gets mistaken for a 5 year old....
Hm...I don't know anyone so far who gets mistaken for a 5 year old aside from people within that age range. Heh, good to know that I could make you feel special
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