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Met by Moonlight ~ Chapter 1: Hunted...

Met by Moonlight

Chapter 1: Hunted...

Running. We were running. I didn’t know where nor did I care. All I knew was that we were being chased; the predator had now become the prey. We were being hunted by those who had a hunger for blood and held murder in their hearts. They craved our deaths, so we ran.

I dared to glance behind. The drumming of hooves and cries of the men were getting closer. Lights from their torches hovered in the distance between the brambles and tree silhouettes. We tore through streams, bushes and the forest itself in an attempt to delay the inevitable, but they were slowly drawing closer and closer to us; so clMet by Moonlight ~ Chapter 1: Hunted... by ~0-xcheekymonkeyx-0

Chapter 1 - Prince of Blood The world was dark, the sky was gray, and the ground was littered with bodys. Blood rained on the field. Gilroy felt it run down hes back, soaked his clothes and made his hair stick to his forehead. The air itself was thick with fog. His body felt heavy, some of the blood was his own. Cuts were scattered around his body. When feeling around, trying to get a feel of what was going on he felt the sword in his hand. That seemed to jog his memory, the young man could barely spare a glance at it. He just knew what he had to do.

He saw the battle around him, could see people fighting. A painful ripping sensation though his heart. The young man Chapter 1 - Prince of Blood by ~YwainSnow

Curiosity and Insanity ~ Chapter 1: Trapped...

Curiosity & Insanity

Chapter 1: Trapped...

Screaming. Crying. Gun shots. Dying.
That was what surrounded me. I knew I shouldn’t have walked into the bank that morning, but I did and now I was stuck there.

One, two, three.
The gun shots sounded throughout the hall, the cries and screams from both captors and hostages alike deafening me. I shook uncontrollably; waiting for my turn that I knew would inevitably come.

Four, five, six. More death.
My head injury now stung, crimson seeping down from the open wound. I could feel drops slide down my temple to my cheeks and then end at my chin. Another scream came from the right of me. Curiosity and Insanity ~ Chapter 1: Trapped... by ~0-xcheekymonkeyx-0

Lost Angel ~ Chapter 1: Before My Time...

Lost Angel ~ Chapter 1

We are known as protectors, those who watch the skies and determine what is good and bad. As if it were that simple. Determining between the two would be like deciphering between light and dark, dawn and dusk, life and death. They are opposites, opposites that need each other for order to continue throughout our world. We are categorised as such, both good and evil, not a mixture of the two. The fact is that we are neither good nor bad, we are who we are, there is no difference. You are born and then you die, though there are some of us that don’t, some of us that linger either after death or escape its clutches.Lost Angel ~ Chapter 1: Before My Time... by ~0-xcheekymonkeyx-0

Chapter Fiction

Fan Fiction

Insomnia [Nellis] With a soft groan, a man stood up from his hastily made bed. Moving around his sleeping companions, gently snoring into their pillows, he opened the door of the building and stepped out onto the front porch. The chilly night air made him shiver at first but he then sat down against the building's wall and calmly took out a cigarette. Lighting it and taking a deep draught, he looked around himself.
The view could have been called almost pleasant. Ancient trees divided the sky from the land, barely letting any moonlight seep through the branches. Ferns and flowering bushes grew plentifully around the trunks. A couple of birds cried inInsomnia [Nellis] by ~Rainyyuu

Dare to BreatheHe didn’t dare to breathe.

The sounds of swords clashing and connecting with armor echoed down the hallway. Rain pounded relentlessly against the window, like an ominous melody behind the violence. His face was pressed against the cold floor, but he felt a puddle of something warm gathering under his cheek. The sickening smell of blood filled his nose, and though it was still warm, the person it came from would soon be cold.

He couldn’t risk making a sound.

A guttural shout was uttered from a soldier as a sword dropped and clattered against the floor. He dared to hope that it was one of the enemy soldiers, but the triumphantDare to Breathe by *TheFinalHikari

Dragon's Dogma: Mother And DaughterA little something that won't work for a direct story, this is a little character piece of my Arisen and her main pawn in Dragon's Dogma, both are designed from two main story characters in my Beaumont series - Reina Beaumont and her daughter Karen Beaumont:

Bird song in the air with the sound of harpies in the distance that are thankfully not getting any closer, the travelers stop in their long walk and take a small rest at an abandoned camp:

"Master, may I ask you a question?" Finishing her small lunch, Reina nods. She tried not to show her unease at hearing her companion call her by that title, it always felt uncomfortable to her to heDragon's Dogma: Mother And Daughter by *ReinaHW

SacrificeThe rules aren't so different in Ooo. Because rulers are rulers, and responsibility always, always demands sacrifice.
So when Marceline--a queen, a rocker, punk royalty, so to speak, falls for the princess of sugar, it's not that surprising, given her carefree attitude. Because after thousands of years, the people of Ooo expect nothing but the very unexpected from Marceline. Nothing surprises them.
But when Princess Bubblegum--sweet, candy-like, responsible, intelligent Peebles, asks Marceline for a dance, things are said. Romance scorned. Gossip bloomed in castle alcoves where subjects watched Bubblegum's arms tighten around Marceline's waist. They watched their heads lean in, they watched and they murmured and soon enough, everyone knew. Which, in Ooo, is never a good thing.
Despite that, when they exchange kisses that night in the private gardens of the castle, murmuring goodbyes and promises and other sweet nothings, there is no reaction.
The rules arSacrifice by ~GothKoala439

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Poetry

Blanket of HeatThe sun's pale glow
through heavy clouds,
Breaks the spreading frost.

But the land, still under a fog
that acts as an insulator
to the never-ending cold.

Vision clears with the fog
and rain buckets down,
Disguising salty streaks.

As the grieving lessons,
The sun comes through and
the temperature skyrockets.

However, a heated exterior does
nothing for frozen crystals inside
until laughter comes to spread the warmth.

But too thin, like a blanket
that cannot cover everyone,
It begins to slip off.

As the temperature reaches its peak,
An anxious mind wonders
'How long will it last?'

©LonewolfpuppyBlanket of Heat by ~lonewolfpuppy

Graduation DayGraduation Day:

They told us we would be alright...

We had fought with honour and won our titles.

We had overcome trials together -

Watching dozens of our siblings fall in the line of duty.

For this they had promised us, a wondrous welcome;

A bountiful world of adventure, with a myriad of paths.

All this, they said, awaited us in the stone cities.

Large metropolises, where the working folk resided...

There were hundreds of us, who made that journey.

Walking miles across the scorching desert,

Clinging to a hope of the fortunes beyond.

Yet what awaited us was not a promised land -

Nor was it a life based on the merit we had earned.Graduation Day by *WordOfChen

Theme Prompt - LinkA link to the past
Links to those gone.
Photos, stories, memories
Pieces of a life lived.
All that's left of
The people we loved most.Theme Prompt - Link by ~remanth

Theme Prompt - FauxNever knowing the truth
Everywhere lies and deceit
Faux humanityTheme Prompt - Faux by ~remanth

Poetry

Essays and Speeches

On the Sport of Gopher-HuntingOur next-door neighbors' yard was disfigured with gray basketball-sized dirt mounds. A gopher was living in the area and seemed to take great joy in constant destruction. One day the neighbors' two kids, Chris, Marissa, and I decided that we would finally do something about the unwanted tunnel occupant. So we asked their parents if we could perform this important task. After we got the go-ahead, Marissa grabbed their hose. Once it was down one of the gopher holes, Chris turned the water on. We were going to flood the gopher's home and force him to come out. To our six-through-nine year old minds, this was the most brilliant idea ever.

On the Sport of Gopher-Hunting by ~Darjavine

(1) This One Time at Band Camp...We were in squads trying to teach the freshman a thing or two about marching. Frankly our squad was being very dysfunctional and we were not doing anything productive. Personally I blame it on having such a big squad. Normally, in my band at least, there are only three to five or so people in a squad plus squad leaders. Originally we had like three people in our squad and three squad leaders, but we ended up combining with another one. So we ended up with this huge crazy squad. Let's put it this way. If we wanted to, we had enough instruments from each section to create our own mini-band.

So, naturally we were all off topic because there wer(1) This One Time at Band Camp... by ~ElizaBob

My Opinion on CritiquesHey everyone!

Some of you know me--especially if you watch me and keep up with the goings on with my profile. Some of you don't. But I can assure you that I am not a mean nor malicious person.

So why is it, when I give some people constructive critique, am I pinned as:

A: a troll
B: a 'Hater'

It's an interesting concept for me to debate and discuss. And rant about.

See, I have a rule:Avoid critiquing people on a subject I haven't studied and theorized on an extensive amount...or one I wouldn't automatically welcome to receive critique about in return.

Those who dish out critique with 0% experience is just mean, and cruel. Not that I'm My Opinion on Critiques by ~ChocolateQuill

TechnologyTechology has simplified life ridiculously. I'm surprised at the number of people who still even bother to read the paper in the morning.
With the internet only a click of the mouse away and hourly news updates on the television or radio, the humble newspaper hasn't really got any relevance to a progressive culture.
We live in a society of convenience; the communities that formerly produced tomorrow's powerful and intelligent leaders cease to do so as education becomes more generalised and technology plays an increasingly important part in our everyday lives in an attempt to create a broad, adaptable citizenry.
Has the industrial revolutiTechnology by =AimeeRaindrop

Essays and Speeches

One-Shots, Prose, and Other Literature

{SHIFT} In The Late of Night

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

The raven sat on the top branch of the tallest tree of the highest hill. His bright green eyes shone like emeralds through the dark, its black plumage hidden by the shadows of the night, but from her golden eyes he could not hide. She saw him there more often than not, looking down upon the village; a town known as Salem, the home to Vitsui, the silver-blue feline.

It was safe to say that the raven was no different from her, that he, too, was not bounded to the world like others were. A life so long that walked the earth yet w{SHIFT} In The Late of Night by ~KooriAkuma

The VoiceCan I write where peace is? No. Just that it’s outside falling with new snow. It’s mixed in assorted glows of peach and rose, reducing things like pain and fear to puddles on my toes. It shimmers on the walk, sparkling, like glitter in a dance, and wind can make this snow (this peace) wrap ‘round while whispering:

‘Don’t fall in love with a scientist, or the boy with curly hair. Don’t take physics or nineteenth century literature. Don’t check your mail religiously.’ And why?

(Because ten minutes is two seconds. A year equals one month. No time to explain ideas to people so I can feel smart. LiThe Voice by ~WolfxButterfly

A Sacred TraditionEvery Friday, Zanna and I had a tradition of hanging out at Suzie’s after school, every week order the same thing: two cheeseburgers, one without pickles or ketchup, a large order of fries and two huge shakes, on chocolate, and one vanilla.

Zanna was already sitting at the bar when I came in. Francis, a pale beanpole with a bad case of bed-head, happened to be the only waiter on duty that time of the afternoon, was trying vainly to get her to sit down at one of the tables in the dining room. Inside was a relief from the unrelenting spring heat wave Clear Brooke was having, despite the fact that it always smelled a little musty, as if A Sacred Tradition by ~leangreenlimabean

I'll Show You The StarsWhat about you?” she asked. I hesitated. I hadn’t really thought about that.

"I, uh"--

“Lara, we gotta go!” called the large, tattooed man. His piercings reflected brightly in the moonlight. “Those ‘bots will be here any second!”

Lara. I liked the sound of it. La-ruh.

“Coming, Li!” she called back. She looked at me, staring straight into my eyes, as a smile slowly lit up her face.

And then, she said the words that changed my life forever.

“Come with us.”

The words just hung there, for an impossibly long moment. I glanced down at her hand, nervous, which had found itsI'll Show You The Stars by ~leangreenlimabean

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Welcome to Flying Fingers! We here are serious and dedicated writers who respect the written word.

I have a few ground rules about membership-

If you are vying to join our group, you must be active deviants, good listeners, and dedicated writers. It doesn't matter what you write, but you have to be a writer.

Sorry, visual artists, but this isn't an artist's group. You may be a visual artist/writer (I am one myself) but please don't submit artwork in here! This group is for literature only.

We are, of course, open to all deviant writers, but we expect all deviants to be fair to one another, appreciative about literature, and rule followers.

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Please submit to the correct FOLDER! It will save a lot of time and worry, and only takes a matter of seconds. Please, please!

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1.) If you are interested in inviting friends to the group, please note the group with the username of the deviant and we will send them an invite. The more, the merrier! Please make sure the deviant you are interested in inviting is a dedicated writer.

2.) I know that it says 'Submit Art' on the Welcome Home panel, but if you go to the gallery, in the top-right corner, there will be a button called 'Submit to the Gallery' Which will lead to you to submit entirely new art, but if you click on that small button, there will be another option that says 'Contribute Existing Deviations', which you can use to contribute to the gallery.

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Word War!

by ~GothKoala439, Jun 6, 2012, 5:05:43 AM
Journals / Culture / Happenings

Hey everyone!

This is just a quick entry to say that #LiteratureforPoints is hosting a Word War at their group chatroom, and have invited us to join! The general information is written here:

#LiteratureforPoints blog: [link]

Date: Sunday, June 10th

Time: 20:00 PM EST (8:00 PM)

Place: #LiteratureForPoints, our chatroom.

About the Chat Tour- [link]

About the game - [link]

Schedule - [link]

I haven't been to one yet, but I've heard it's great fun and I think I might be able to participate in this one! So just a heads-up for those who want to join.

Speaking of Word Wars, would you guys participate if #Flying-Fingers hosted one? Post your responses below, and let's see what happens.

That's all for now, so keep writing!

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*Deus-Lux Apr 13, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Hello. I haven't joined this group as of right now but I would like to ask a question.
I have the a chapter of a book I've written and there is some strong language in it. I know it is against your rules but the language is there to highlight the use of such language and this post doesn't use it in an offensive way but more like banter between the two characters using the language.
Would that be appopriate or not for the group?}

~GothKoala439 May 10, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Hey there! I'm so sorry for the late reply, but language, as far as I'm concerned, shouldn't be a problem, as long as it's not used wrongly. It'll be perfectly fine for you to submit it if you wish to.

Again, we're so sorry for the late reply, and have a nice day!

*Deus-Lux May 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

_{Okay, thank you.}

~TheFS Oct 12, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hey, my name is Ed. I've been writing my novel, The Fallen Star. I've recently finished posting the entire book! I would love if a few people could read through it and tell me what they think; I would love to get it published one day

Siale was no longer safe for the Watchers; they were forced to flee from the city. Little did Rantil know that his life was going to change forever. He was about to be caught in an age-old battle between the Chalders of Ciameth and the Demons of Dremnor. He was Truaine's only hope.

Join him on his journey across Truaine; through the memories he'd rather forget, over vast mountain ranges and eventually beneath the Phayorian Mountains in ancient tunnels - created when the world was so much more than it has become.

The Fallen Star would change everything.

Visit the Map of Truaine

<<< The Fallen Star <<< --|||-- >>> Chapter 1 >>>

~RavenFireInk Sep 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Um, can I join?

!littlemissmaturity Sep 27, 2012

Of course!

~RavenFireInk Sep 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks :3

~izha May 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

fellow writers, please help me win the shirt quote design battle.

~RJMorwood Mar 22, 2012 Student Writer

why was my submission declined?

!littlemissmaturity Mar 23, 2012

Most likely because it had Mature Content in it, sorry

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