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Another 100 Themes List for me to do :D

:star: = completed

:star: 1. Introduction - Depressed, Schizophrenic, Human
:star: 2. Complicated - Never Easy
:star: 3. Making History - For Good
:star: 4. Rivalry - Over Death
:star: 5. Unbreakable - Mulish
:star: 6. Obsession - Rules
:star: 7. Eternity - Five Little Words
:star: 8. Gateway - Lazy Gnome
:star: 9. Death - Death
:star: 10. Opportunities - Rotting Wood
:star: 11. 33% - One-Third Wonder
:star: 12. Dead Wrong - Discovery
:star: 13. Running Away - Cirque du Freak
:star: 14. Judgement - Just Love
:star: 15. Seeking Solace - Needing
:star: 16. Excuses - Really Me
:star: 17. Vengeance - Ghost-Threads
:star: 18. Love - Seasons
:star: 19. Tears - Simple Tear and I am Sad
:star: 20. My Inspiration - Vampire
:star: 21. Never Again - Until Now
:star: 22. Online - Deviant Art
:star: 23. Failure - Best Forgotten
24. Rebirth
25. Breaking Away
26. Forever and a day
:star: 27. Lost and Found - The Friendship Box
:star: 28. Light - Love and Light
:star: 29. Dark - Grey Becomes Me Better
:star: 30. Faith - Stained Glass
:star: 31. Colours - Rainbow
32. Exploration
:star: 33. Seeing Red - Love is Red
34. Shades of Grey
35. Forgotten
:star: 36. Dreamer - The Ringing Siren
37. Mist
38. Burning
39. Out of Time
40. Knowing How
:star: 41. Fork in the road - Burden Free
42. Start
43. Nature's Fury
44. At Peace
:star: 45. Heart Song - Heart of Ice and Heart of Stone
46. Reflection
47. Perfection
:star: 48. Everyday Magic - You Stayed
49. Umbrella
50. Party
:star: 51. Troubling Thoughts - It's Hard to Choose Hope
:star: 52. Stirring of the Wind - Chance
53. Future
:star: 54. Health and Healing - Still
55. Separation
:star: 56. Everything For You - Scared You Away
57. Slow Down
:star: 58. Heartfelt Apology - Open My Eyes
59. Challenged
60. Exhaustion
61. Accuracy
:star: 62. Irregular Orbit - Whimsy Wind
:star: 63. Cold Embrace - Hell is Cold
:star: 64. Frost - Painted Ice
:star: 65. A Moment in Time - Frozen Joy
66. Dangerous Territory
:star: 67. Boundaries - Full Control
:star: 68. Unsettling Revelations - Rape
:star: 69. Shattered - Kicking in the Glass
70. Bitter Silence
71. The True You
72. Pretence
:star: 73. Patience - Too Far Gone
:star: 74. Midnight - Witching Hour
75. Shadows
76. Summer Haze
:star: 77. Memories - If You Were Here
:star: 78. Change in the Weather - More to This
79. Illogical
:star: 80. Only Human - A French Canadian Angel
:star: 81. A Place to Belong - Capital-h-Home
82. Advantage
:star: 83. Breakfast - You Are What You Eat
:star: 84. Echoes - Letter to a Lost Child - An Echo
:star: 85. Falling - Free Fall
:star: 86. Picking up the Pieces - A Letter to a Lost Child
:star: 87. Gunshot - Abused
:star: 88. Possession - Inside the Music
:star: 89. Twilight - I Think of You
:star: 90. Nowhere and Nothing - Floating Along
:star: 91. Answers - Seeing the Picture
:star: 92. Innocence - Dance
:star: 93. Simplicity - Earthworm
:star: 94. Reality - Go Away Again
:star: 95. Acceptance - Alive Not Dead
:star: 96. Lesson - Far Worse
:star: 97. Enthusiasm - Until Pregnancy
:star: 98. Game - Russian Roulette
:star: 99. Friendship - Carebears
:star: 100. Endings - Incomplete

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Blue Rose Avatar by MagicalJoey
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Price seems high because of the complexity of finding images that will fit the width and length requirements of 20x125 pixels.
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Best Friends First Half by MagicalJoey
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Not Even a Child - Excerpts by MagicalJoey
Come Away to a Visual Rest by MagicalJoey
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'-67- Playing the Melody' by MagicalJoey
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VERY RARE due to physical maladies that cause shaking (hence these take 4x as long because I shake and decapitate things)
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OW Feature, Strange Lands Feature and more!

Journal Entry: Sat Sep 10, 2016, 9:12 AM



Big wave by KimRaiFan

Hello grasshoppers. New job is going nicely, apart from some silly typos and the boss changing his mind often. Lots of dictation and typing, but it's all good. But all that aside, I have some things for you to look at. Pretty things, very pretty things.

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Firstly, there are two features I need to draw your attention to:
1) Ordinary-Writing
They had a June/July contest and the votes have just been tallied to announce the winners, so without further ado:
June/July Contest - Votes In!

1st Place Emote Trophy- Animtd by mirzjiles In first place we have Sweetie-Chars with her entry:

Soulmates, Enemies, and Bruises (Contest Entry)    Advancements in telepathic technology proved that every human has a soulmate. When your mind is opened to the presence of thoughts which are not your own, it initially overloads. The reach of your mind expands to cover the whole Earth. Everything outside your own head sounds like gibberish, until you find that one voice beside your own which you can understand. For every person, there is someone perfectly compatible. A profound connection is formed between your souls and bodies; even if there is half the world between you.
 
    I haven't had the experience myself, I don't want to be telepathic. I only know what I've read about it. And trust me, the Internet is clogged with romantic anecdotes detailing the 'manmade evolution.' 
    I'm from the first generation with access to mind modifications. I still remember when dating websites were your best chance at finding love. Now people upgrade their own brains to find 'the one.' No


Some more work from this artist:

Random Writing: StairsYoung Eliza Hayes picked herself up from the tiled floor. Her big blue eyes looked up the flight of stairs to see an older girl, all in white. The older girl was her cousin, Angel. Angel had never been very nice to her, but Eliza hadn't expected her to push her down the stairs like that.
Her whole body ached, especially her head. Tears sprang to her eyes as she moved her arm, which was swelling up. Eliza looked up at her cousin again, clutching her broken limb to her side.
"I'm going to tell my mommy." Eliza mustered in a wobbly voice.
Angel didn't say a word, just kept staring down at her. Eliza's lips trembled.
"You can't just hurt people, Angel. It's bad to do it!"
Angel began to walk down the stairs, her white little shoes silently stepping down, down, down towards Eliza. Angel wasn't always this way, Eliza knew. Sometimes her cousin was sweet and thoughtful. And sometimes she wasn't.
Eliza scrambled back as Angel reached the bottom of the stairs. There was a coldness in the air ar
    Random Writing: Sparring Magic!Plain wooden staffs whirled through the air, connecting with bone-jarring cracks that indicated the amount of force behind each blow. Today the top fighters were squaring off to inspire the newest members. It was meant to be a friendly match, but Luella Winters and Jay Furst were rarely friendly. Especially not with each other.
Luella flashed a feral grin as the butt of her staff glanced off of Jay's shoulder. It wasn't much of a hit, but it was more than he had gotten on her.
The staffs connected again, leaving the pair with ringing ears. The muscles in Jay's shoulders went hard under the skin as he put his back into his defense. Luella could feel her own strength beginning to give. She dug her heels into the dirt.
"Your pretty blonde hair is getting damp with sweat. Worried you're going to lose, princeling?" Luella ground out the words through her teeth.
Jay's piercing blue eyes narrowed. "Hardly. I've yet to lose to a witch, and I don't plan to start now."
The staffs groaned, and th
    Random Writing: But the kiss...He glared at her with a viciousness that hurt her down to her soul.
"Of course I don't love you." His mouth twitched around the syllables, each letter a snarl curling his lip.
She shook her head. It couldn't be. "But the kiss..." Her voice broke before she could finish the thought out loud.
The darkening of his eyes told her he understood what she had meant. He closed the space between them, his hollow chuckle brushing warm against her face.
"That kiss was nothing. If I really loved you, I would have kissed you like this."
His mouth molded over hers, trapping in the sobs and curses she wanted to scream. His lips were firm and desperate, coaxing her own mouth open to welcome his whims.
Tears leaked from her eyes as her fingers clenched around fistfuls of his shirt, and every fiber of her being was shot with agonizing fear.
His teeth sank into lower lip, and then his tongue explored beyond her teeth and suddenly she couldn't think anymore.
The faintest whimper constricted her throat and


2nd Place Emote Trophy- Animtd by mirzjiles In second place we have TheRedSephaos with her entry:

The Trouble with TwoMaria hummed softly as she waited for her boyfriend to pick her up.
One of her two boyfriends.
She applied a bright red lipstick. It was hard to find true love when you invested in one man for so long, she’d reasoned with herself. Dark gray eyeshadow. You could go and waste ten years of your life, just for him to never propose. Or worse, leave you at the alter. She’d seen it before. Eyeliner. It was hard to juggle two guys at once, but no more than it was to juggle work and a social life. Mascara. Besides, both were great guys, and very dedicated to her, but they also both had their flaws.
Straightening out her dress, she stood, and noticed a painless bruise that had suddenly developed on her lower leg. Maria cursed, and went digging through her closet for a longer dress. There weren’t many - she wasn’t a very modest woman.
That was the problem she had with her two boyfriends. Maria had met them around the same time, and when she’d noticed the bruises and


Some more work from this artist:

Dream FairiesCassandra slowly crept up the old attic stairs, cautious of the creaky old boards that could wake the household. The light from downstairs became distant as she entered the attic, only dimly lighting up the dusty old room. Switching on her flashlight, which took a few tries due to the loose batteries, Cassandra glanced around the attic.
It was much like other attics; it was full of old junk that only saw the light of day in the middle of the night when one needed some obscure inherited item. Cassandra's attic only differed in the fact that it was full of trinkets of an old dead witch, her mother. Cassandra and her brothers had not been left much, and Cassandra had inherited most of it. It was mostly all sentiment, something her brothers didn't grasp the concept of. The items of witches were usually either dangerous or useless to humans.
There had once been hopes and dreams that Cassandra would grow up a witch like her mother, or at the very least, a sorceress. The truth was, Cassandra
    The Promise of CreativityFiery red hair lit up the darkness as the young girl ran through the empty realm. She giggled with each step that touched the dark ground, dancing to a song only she could hear. The nothingness meant little to her. And, as if she’d had that very thought herself, she stopped, an invisible smile crossing her face.
Color sparked from all directions, pouring into the emptiness, meshing and melding into a scene only the girl could understand. Every color imaginable created a light surrounding her, and she began to dance again.
She had a small branch in one hand that she gripped onto, although not tightly - she did not think that it was something that could possibly leave her person. The girl had had it for all of time and it always accompanied her in her adventures.
As the small branch moved in time with her dance, the colors began to turn from abstract beauty into a beautiful hillside in the fall. The greens became grasses. The browns became trees. The oranges and reds and yellows be
    For Pulse, OrlandoWe look at the news and we say,
"Look, there's another mass shooting."
And we tune out the words spoken
As the mess is laid out on the screen,
Lifting our heads only when
We hear the emotions and the
Cries of those who lost others
Because they pull at our heart strings.
We look at the news and we see
Another bloody mess and death
Caused by whatever excuse is given.
Religion, politics, even preferences.
We've become numbed by the sheer
Amount of violence that occurs.
This numbness does not simply affect
The viewers of the news;
The innocent and worried.
It numbs the mind of those who
Would have never carried through
With such violent actions.
We must never forget those
That have fallen to violence.
Nor must we forget that we
Cannot make violence commonplace.
We cannot numb our children and
Our brethren to these actions.
For every action, there is a consequence.
We should never allow a war to start -
Because the cost is always paid in blood.


3rd Place Emote Trophy-Animtd by mirzjiles In third place we have I-Write-Strangely with her entry:

Just a SnackKaye was attempting to cut a watermelon while holding it down like it was a savage beast that needed to be subdued. Quickly losing his patience and his hunger growing by the second, he picked up the pace as he sawed through the fruit in hopes to eventually reach the sweet nectar within. The knife slipped through the husk and scraped his hand. He screamed and released everything from his grasp. He examined his hand to find a small gash that was oozing a droplet of blood. He cursed to himself as he tended to his wound. Glancing at the thick green shell, he suddenly had an idea. He snatched a meat hammer from a utensil drawer and aimed it over the melon. He drew back and smashed it with full force. In the midst of the explosion, a sizable chunk of it smacked him square in the face and he stumbled back. He shook his head and collected his prize to feast on.
Idna, though neither her nor Kaye knew of their fate, who had stuck together through thick and thin, was in the middle of reading a bo


Some more work from this artist:

Bathroom SecretsHello. Who I am is not important, but what is important is your guys’ safety. You may think I’m crazy, but please be open minded for a moment and listen to what I have to say. The things I’ve seen and gone through could happen to anyone and I don’t want any of you to experience the things I have. Alright?
It happened two weeks ago. We were having water pressure issues in the upstairs bathroom and my dad called for a local plumbing service to resolve it. He got in contact with Marvin, who ran Marvin’s Plumbing. He explained that he doesn’t work on weekends, but was willing to schedule to drop by Monday. Unfortunately, my dad had to leave out of town that day and requested that my sisters and I keep an eye out for Marvin, to which we agreed upon. He also asked this of Ethan, my eldest sister’s boyfriend who lived with us, in case none of us could be here that day for whatever reason.
Monday came around and my dad had already left for work.
    Your Wellbeing vs. Others' FeelingsWarning: suicide is the subject of the essay. If the topic makes you uncomfortable, I suggest you skip over this.
Have you been in the part of life where you just didn’t see a reason to keep living? Perhaps you built the courage to confide into someone about your thoughts. You poured your heart into your words, letting the other person know what you were going through. And when you were finished, the other person said,
“You shouldn’t do that. Think of how your family and friends would feel.”
I had something like that said to me when I was going through a rough time in middle and high school. Being the overly caring and naïve person that I was, I took it to heart and felt guilty over wanting to end it all. Well, today, I’m here to tell you why that is one of the worst things that could ever be said to a person who is depressed and / or contemplating suicide.
Reason #1: It implies that other people’s feelings are m


2) doughboycafe
They held a Historical Fiction contest, and the results were just announced so without further ado:
Strange Lands Historical Fiction Contest: Results!

1st Trophy by H-SWilliamsFirst place went to DrMeh with her entry:

Wolbachiawhen it begins
Diao Chan knew of three ways to break a man's arm and had practiced them all several times in the short course of her life, for the most beautiful woman in China was often also the most harassed. That she knew how to defend herself made the situation twice as intolerable.
Broad nails bit into her shoulder as the usurper pressed her to his side, a crude display to the court and his silent, watchful son. Lord Dong Zhuo’s limbs were thicker than most, but she could still punish him. She thought of how satisfying it would be to snap his bones, sink her nails into his eyes and rip through his skull. But purpose was a bitter mistress and she stayed quiet.
________________________________________
before everything
Diao Chan was an orphan, a runaway, and a thief.
She lived on the outskirts of Luoyang, right where the boulevards of the Heavenly City bled into endless rice paddies fed by the threads of fresh, clean water from the Luo. Nobody knew who her family


Some more work from this artist:

the mind has mountainsLife is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
before the crimson bloom
fades from your lips,
before the tides of passion
cool within you,
for those of you
who know no tomorrow.

My earliest memory is listening to my mother sing this song. My mother was a woman who was not beautiful except for when she sang, so she was always singing. I remember sitting at our kitchen table drawing childish pictures, enjoying her sweet soprano thrum through the walls of the house, glass shaking in the cabinet doors with her powerful vibrato.
I remember hating this song.
She always laughed when I told her. “I used to hate it too,” she said, which was really the worst answer possible to a child that wanted to learn.
“Then why do you always sing it?” I couldn’t understand the sudden tightness of her mouth.
“Well,” she said thoughtfully, picking me up and putting me on the counter. I took the large, brightly painted spoon from her and stirred the salad. “I think
    HypothermiaIt starts, as many things do metaphorically and very few things do literally, with an avalanche. This is both.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lin Long Dau is born with the last star on the coldest night of the coldest winter in Undisian living memory.
The fire flickers, on the verge of death, as a chill wind blows through walls of aged stone. Inside, the people shiver, and Lin begins to cry with weak, peculiar sounds, his skin cast with unnatural pallor, tinged with blue.
The baby’s discomfort alarms the attendants, and the family exchanges nervous looks. Only the mother speaks. “Give him to me,” she says to the father, in whose arms Lin continues to weep strangely. Lars, relieved, places the baby in her arms, and soon the unnerving cries are quietened by a warm embrace and smile. Everyone noticeably relaxes.
“That’s it,” Lin’s mother says. Her eyes are bright in the flickering dark, as bright as her son’s eyes are not. “He’s just
    what fish feel“What happened?”
When she asks me that, I honestly don’t know what to say. Shall I start at the beginning? That was fifteen years ago, back when I’d first been hired for the VESNA project and met my four teammates. Our first day, we’d been so awkward around each other that Angeal took us to a bar and spent a quarter of the initial grant money taking us back through our college years. Or their college years, at any rate; I was forty-six years old then, and when I’d been in college, the closest I’d ever gotten to drunk was the night I consumed a liter of my best friend’s “Death Wish” coffee and didn’t sleep for a week and hallucinated for two.
Okay, I’m losing track, and Luna’s mother is giving me a pointed glare over her shoulder. I want to complain – what’s the benefit of age if you can’t tell crazy stories? But Luna is looking at me with those huge brown eyes, guileless with childhoo


2nd Trophy by H-SWilliams Second place went to IntelligentZombie with her entry:

PrettyIt didn’t stop with Buck’s Row and Hanbury Street. The violence spread through the nights, hanging heavy on the streets. In only a few months, there were five. Five names rolled through Claude’s mind, five brutalized faces asking for peace.  
The fifth lay on her bed, undone in every way, a mutilated echo of a human being.
A constable beside the bed, a stricken ghost staring down at the body.
“How long have you been here... Barber, was it?” Claude asked, studying the man’s pallor.
“Not long, sir,” the constable replied, not looking away from the body. “First one I’ve seen with my own eyes.”
"Did you know her?"
"I saw her, once" Bellamy answered. "Just once, in passing. She was pretty."
The woman on the bed barely resembled a woman at all. Her murderer had seen to that.  
Hands in fists, the constable looked away from the dead woman.
“It doesn’t get easier,” Claude said. “I wish I could s


Some more work from this artist:

Child's EyesThe naked sun burns the meadows with his hateful eye. The world is sere, seared, serene, beautiful in its utter desolation. Kai blinks tears from dreaming eyes, his irises seeming pink as the sun’s parting kiss to the horizon. Kai seeks shade from the ravaging mouth of the sun, pale skin burning with the perishing glades. The boy wanders a dying world, relishing this rare chance to be alone.
Night chills the hot air as she gathers her skirts around the sun. The glade grows; life bursting from the cracked ground. Pulsating rainbows dance around him, before an audience of stars. Ever alone, dark skin and darker eyes, a woman dances with them, her skin damp as a slick blade of grass. She is Maharikti, from the high plane of the god’s abode. She teaches Kai to dance.
Dead by day, alive by night, Kai’s world waits. But all is changed; two gods as Ouroboros, entwine. Maharikti lies atop a great stone, eyes burned out. Shadows twist through the torn sky, night devouring day.
    i'm not mad, it wasn't meI boarded the door up. Big planks, drove the nails in, thought I was so smart. Heaped furniture up too. That gaudy leg lamp with the god-awful fringe, on top of mama's floral couch; everything but the TV is in a pile. TVs sitting on the floor, still plugged in. It's so loud, I can't think. I cranked up the volume to drown out the screaming and now I can't turn it down. I'm tired of shampoo commercials and weather alerts, but I need the sound. I need to not think anymore.
I can't unblock the door. It's hilarious- "let's shut the monsters out"- but it doesn't matter. They weren't even out there. They were in here. Blood on the floral couch, blood on the tv- it was us, all along. They were in mama when she shut the door on Bess's fingers. They were driving pops like a puppet when he found the screwdriver and had some fun with it.
Hell, they were in me, when I tried to count the bones in our feet, when I found the sharp things. But now they've crawled out, and I know I'm not mad. Strings o
    She was realEliza knelt in the mud by the tumultuous river. Gently she slipped her hands under the man, lifting his head into her lap. Coming to, Jack blinked in pain as sun and water pecked him with stinging kisses.
He looked down, away from the sky, even though it meant looking away from Eliza. She was a faded paisley flower, mud soaking through her skirts. But despite it all, she was the most beautiful thing he’d seen, a fuzzy braid hanging over her shoulder, eyes too far apart, lips cracking in the heat.
She was real. Soft curves and supple limbs, she lived in a body like a person, caring for a stranger like she’d loved him her entire life.
For her, he’d gone in the river. His vest was ripped, one spur broken off, his gunbelt likely floating down the river. Through a muddied ball of memories, he recalled pulling his gun, aiming it at a man whose face deserved a bullet, and firing.
Only it jammed, and Eli Stone’s gun didn’t.
Now ol’ Jack was lying at the rive


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Then, some groups are doing some cool things this month/at the moment that you should TOTALLY check out:

1) ProjectDFC

It's SaSS time at ProjectDFC



2) Prose-ject

It's S.T.O.R.M challenge F.I.R.E at Prose-ject



3) My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink

It's Poetry Forms Challenge time at My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink



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So, that's it grasshoppers. Have fun and look out for more stuffs from me.

As an aside, I came across a simply stunning jewellery designer/crafter here on DA: JSjewelry
I have favourited some of her earrings, and hope to buy myself a pair (maybe only by Christmas though...medication is expensive y'all).
The earrings I like are:

Midnight garden amethyst silver earrings by JSjewelry          Silver studs On the wings of lavender wind by JSjewelry          Floral silver earrings apple blossoms by JSjewelry

and the pendant:

Silver twig pendant The drop of twilight by JSjewelry


And they will definitely be on my Christmas Wish List this year. BUT if you wanna get them for me just for mos, then just ask for my address (pretend you wanna send me a postcard or something...or do that (I love postcards!)) and I will give it to you. You have to note JSjewelry regarding prices/availability as I think some of the pieces are sold and she would have to make up a new one.

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SL: Event  #1: The Frog Princess by MagicalJoey
SL: Event #1: The Frog Princess

Genevieve was busy in the “History of Potions” section of the library, doing some light reading. She didn’t hope to gain anything from it other than some knowledge of the subject, but history was fun and so was potions so together it should be a very interesting subject to read about. She grabbed a brightly covered book from the shelf and took it to the study table nearby. Leafing through the book she found an old recipe for a potion to make your eyebrows thicker and more lustrous. “Why would anyone want that?” She muttered to herself, taking a sip of water from her water bottle. The water tasted stale, but the bottle had been freshly filled just before she entered the library.

Shrugging, she took another sip and studied the book. “To change the colour of your eyes, read below.” She read out loud. “Ingredients: chameleon skin, thirteen grams, cuttlefish sacs, four grams, six squid tentacles, 3 spider legs, frogs blood.” She shuddered. Sounded tasty. She read on. “In a mortar grind the skin, sacs, legs and tentacles until a fine powdery consistency is achieved. Add in blood and mix until paste is formed – if mixture is too liquid add more skin, if mixture is too doughy add more blood. Rub paste onto eyes and wait seven and a half minutes before washing eyes out with milk. Eyes should change to suit your mood. Effects should wear off in 24 hours.” Interesting. She turned the page and took another sip of water. Her tongue felt woolly and her mouth was drying out at an alarming rate. A bead of sweat rolled down her back, followed by a drop in temperature that left her shivering. “I must be getting sick, just my luck.” She took another sip of water. Her eyes began to ache and she licked her lips. The words swam on the page and she squinted to read them, struggling, as if her eyesight had weakened. She licked her lips again. There was a curious buzzing noise in her ears, and she looked up at the curtain. There was a little black speck moving on it, which she could swear had not been there before, and she licked her lips again. She closed her eyes for a brief second and the buzzing stopped, but there was something crunchy in her mouth.

"Did I just eat a fly?!” She opened her eyes again – the black speck was gone, as was the buzzing noise – and turned around to face the bookshelves, disorientated. Raising a hand to rub her aching eyes she took one look at her newly green skin and webbed hand and began to panic. “What’s happening? I’m so…itchy. So…dry. So…green.” She blinked, the books were beginning to blur and grow further and further away. “Am I…shrinking?” She licked her lips again, only this time a long pink tongue slipped from her lips and slapped a book on the shelf. “What the hell was that?” She thought to herself, as the final transformation completed.

She tried to turn her head and realised that she could only move her eyes – her neck didn’t seem to want to move normally – and that she was small, a small tree frog to be exact. “How the hell? What the hell? How do I fix this?” She looked up at the books on the shelves, wondering if one of them could help her transform back, and then realised she’d never be able to reach them. She tried walking, but could only hop towards the chair she had been sitting on. “I might as well try the book I have, maybe one of these potions could help me.” She hopped onto the chair and looked at the book, but it was too blurry. Hopping onto the table she knocked the book onto the floor – thankfully it fell with its spine on the ground and pages flapping open – and hopped down to read it. The text was so blurry, so she hopped further and further back in hopes of reading the text. “H-O-R---horrible? Horny? No! Horn! It says Horn! Not what I’m looking for.” She hopped forward and tried turning the page, but her arms were too short. Hopping backwards again she lined up the edge of the book in her sights and shot her tongue forward, eyes closed, in hopes that it connected with the page. Thankfully it did, and as it came shooting back into her mouth the page turned.

“This is going to take forever.” She sighed, as footsteps approached. She looked up to see a tall, well everything was tall now, blonde man with a sword looking at her. He asked her some questions, and she tried communicating with him that she was human – really, truly, definitely – but he didn’t seem to understand. He was looking for his friend, whom Gen had seen earlier, so she tried communicating that she would lead him there if he would find some way to fix this situation. Eventually he picked her up and carried her through the library in search of his friend. Would this work out for the best? How would this work out. If only she wasn’t so damn thirsty!




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Blonde Guy = Sitka = Ra-Punzelle 
Blonde Guy's Friend = Lace = Diluculi 

Events at the end and after this: SL Event1: The Knight, The Frog, And The Weaver by Diluculi

For Sefer-Library 's Event: Event: The Weirdo and the Frog

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Sefer Library Application Genevieve Craon by MagicalJoey
Sefer Library Application Genevieve Craon
Art by the talented akrasiel 

:bulletblack: THE BASICS
Name: Genvieve Craon (pronounced Juan-vi-ev Crayon)
Age: 2930 (Appears 30)
DoB: October 3rd
Sex: Female
Height: 1.74m/5ft8
Species: Witch

Voice: Stephanie J Block (www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYbTrE… )
Theme Song: Fight Song – Rachel Platten (www.youtube.com/watch?v=xo1VIn… )

:bulletblack: RECORDS
Status: Citizen
Housemate(s): None as yet

EXP: 0
Gold: 0
Areas cleansed: -
Books studied: -

:bulletblack: ABILITIES
Powers:
-    Healing (Medium level – can fully heal small cuts and grazes, larger wounds only partially heal, severe wounds are not affected. Cannot bring someone back to life.)
-    Potions (Intermediate level – knows how to brew, simmer etc (like a cook) and potions work roughly 60% of the time. Only tried minor offensive potions/defensive potions, most of her work is with ‘appearance/emotion altering’ potions like love potions or something that will change the colour of your hair. Needs and wants to learn more.)
-    Some minor spells and incantations (Low level/Beginner – has tried some basic incantations/spells and mastered very few (the one leading to Sefer being one of them). They most often don’t work at all or do very minor applications of what they were supposed to do, e.g. a spell to produce a fireball might only produce a spark or nothing at all. Needs and wants to learn more.)

Strengths:
-    Moving quickly (in a dagger-fight)
-    Dagger Fighting
-    Reading/Listening
-    Catching you if you fall (good reflexes)
-    Good eyesight
-    Empathy/sympathy

Weaknesses:
-    Speaking/orating (Shy)
-    Fire
-    Relatively young for a witch
-    Allergies (allergic to grass, dust and bees)
-    A bit social phobic, but makes up for it with impeccable English (puns/sarcasm etc.)
-    Gets lost easily (geographically challenged)
-    Switches numbers around sometimes (a bit of a mathematical dyslexic)

:bulletblack: PERSONAL INFORMATION
Likes:
-    Cinnamon (the smell)
-    Coffee (the smell)
-    Cut Grass (the smell)
-    Petrol (gasoline) (the smell)
-    Drinking juice or milkshakes
-    Jewellery (to wear and look at) and shiny glass
-    Beauty (to look at, likes beautiful things)
-    Most foods
-    Dragonfly wings
-    Fairies
-    Proving people’s assumptions as wrong
-    Reading/Listening/Studying/Writing
-    History
-    Flowers (particularly roses or lillies)
-    Cats (all animals really)
-    Water (like rain)
-    Magic

Dislikes:
-    Alcohol in any form
-    Pimples or things that detract from aesthetic beauty (like chips or cracks etc.)
-    Spicy food
-    Ugly things (to look at)
-    Speaking a lot
-    Being too cold or too hot
-    Bugs, spiders, roaches, mice
-    Geography
-    Maths/Counting
-    Fighting
-    Violence
-    Getting hands dirty (like gardening)
-    Nicknames that sound childish (Gen is fine, Genny is not)

Fears:
-    Fire
-    Allergy attack leaving her defenceless
Goals:
-    Learn more magic, preferably something elemental
-    Read as many books as possible
-    Continue with her Potions

Personality:
Genevieve is a bit social phobic, preferring to read or listen to someone speak, but can speak on topics she feels are ‘safe’ or that she knows a lot about. She is less inclined to initiate a conversation, but her responses are always to the point and very specific. She is a bit of an empath, very attuned to people’s emotions and emotional wellbeing. She has a lot of empathy and sympathy. Though she can fight, with a dagger and her acidic blood, she prefers more of a pacifistic approach and will try negotiating first. Her powers are really a ‘last straw’ and more of a defence mechanism than an aggressive attack. She loves animals, most animals, hating only the small bugs/mice/spiders. She is intelligent and learns things quickly. While she doesn’t have an eidetic memory she does remember most things quite easily, and retains what she learns. She is brave enough to stand her ground if the need arises – she defends those she loves with a ferocity that is uncanny to her outward appearance for example. She loves books, reading and writing. She is naturally a very kind person.

History:
Genevieve Craon is the only daughter to a noble merchant of the Realm of the Dying Teacher with three sons, and the youngest child in the family. The pronunciation of her name is due to her mother’s fascination with the culture of the rival Perfected Nation, although she is not from there. Her mother thought these women were beautiful and sophisticated and so immersed herself in the Perfected culture from fashion to names. Her father, Thomas, brought her mother, Lucille, back with him from the neighbouring County of the Slaughter on his ship and they settled where he was based. They were married for three years before her first brother, George, was born. Gawain followed three years after that and Gordon the two years after that. It was another seven years before Genevieve was born, as her mother struggled to fall pregnant again. Her brothers are over-protective of their little sister, to the point of babying her, which she hates. She showed her intelligence at an early age and was saying her first word “mama” by the time she was one. She started walking soon after she started speaking. She is dignified and a lady and always walks never runs unless she absolutely has to. Her mother is good with healing and this gift passed on to her daughter, who also cultivated the gift of healing and potion making. Her father values intellect and when he saw how intelligent she was he paid for her education in writing, history, some geography, and some science, biology and music. Even though she is the youngest in her family she is no pushover. She loves reading/research/history and tends to become too ‘involved’ in what she is reading/doing and forget the time.  She is mildly good at brewing potions, but not that good at gardening. Witchiness runs in the women of her family, her brothers and father being relatively ‘normal’ people.
One day she was practicing her spells and an incantation went awry, causing a large staircase to appear before her. Ever the curious one, she stepped onto the staircase and began climbing – maybe hoping to meet someone interesting. She arrived in Sefer Library and immediately began exploring where she could – all those books, scrolls and words, who wouldn’t – and found herself immersed in the literature and illustrations. After many years of travelling to and from her world to Sefer (she perfected the ‘awry’ incantation) she decided to move there permanently and study as much as possible. It was time for her to spread her wings and become the witch she was supposed to be, and she couldn’t do that living under the shadow of her mother. Also, she was a ‘grown up’ and needed to do the adult thing and move from the house, unlike her brother Gordon who still lived at home.

Relatives:
Thomas Craon (father)
Lucille Craon (mother)
George Craon (brother)
Gawain Craon (brother)
Gordon Craon (brother)

Pets:
Cat:
-    Ashes is a long-haired grey cat. He is pretty average so far, and is about 500 years old (approximately 5 years in earth-cat-years). Loving and kind. Purrs a lot when scratched behind the ears. Loves attention and being picked up.
 
:bulletblack: RELATIONSHIPS
:bulletpink: Crushes on | :bulletred: Loves romantically | :bulletblue: Loves as family | :bulletyellow:  Likes | :bulletgreen: Friends with | :bulletorange: Respects | :bulletblack: Dislikes | :bulletpurple: Fears / Avoids | :bulletwhite: Unsure

Thomas Craon | :bulletblue::bulletblue::bulletorange: | Her father. She loves him dearly as he allowed her much freedom growing up and paid a great price for her education.
Lucille Craon | :bulletblue::bulletblue::bulletorange: | Her mother. A witch like herself with very strong healing powers. Sometimes a love-hate relationship.
George Craon | :bulletblue::bulletgreen::bulletorange: | Her eldest brother. She likes George very much and he babies her a lot.
Gawain Craon | :bulletblue::bulletgreen::bulletorange: | Her middle brother. Gawain is a bit of a trouble-maker and is known to pull pranks. He babies her, but they have been known to have a spat on occasion.
Gordon Craon | :bulletblue::bulletgreen::bulletorange: | Her youngest brother (who is still older than her). They often bicker, but it’s all friendly fighting. He also babies her.

:bulletblack: ROLEPLAY INFORMATION
Availability:  DA Notes/Skype. GMT +2 (South Africa). Available Most Days.
Preferences: Lit/Script (I don’t mind) Small groups/Individual Try to keep NSFW content at a minimum. Don’t write romance/horror particularly well.

Script Sample:
Genevieve: *Watching her brother do his university assignment at the last minute* Why do you do this to yourself Gordon? Every time!

Paragraph Sample:his their university assignment at the last minute. “Why do you do this to yourself Gordon? Every time!” She was beyond trying to get him to change his habits.
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Journal Entry: Sat Sep 10, 2016, 9:12 AM



Big wave by KimRaiFan

Hello grasshoppers. New job is going nicely, apart from some silly typos and the boss changing his mind often. Lots of dictation and typing, but it's all good. But all that aside, I have some things for you to look at. Pretty things, very pretty things.

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Firstly, there are two features I need to draw your attention to:
1) Ordinary-Writing
They had a June/July contest and the votes have just been tallied to announce the winners, so without further ado:
June/July Contest - Votes In!

1st Place Emote Trophy- Animtd by mirzjiles In first place we have Sweetie-Chars with her entry:

Soulmates, Enemies, and Bruises (Contest Entry)    Advancements in telepathic technology proved that every human has a soulmate. When your mind is opened to the presence of thoughts which are not your own, it initially overloads. The reach of your mind expands to cover the whole Earth. Everything outside your own head sounds like gibberish, until you find that one voice beside your own which you can understand. For every person, there is someone perfectly compatible. A profound connection is formed between your souls and bodies; even if there is half the world between you.
 
    I haven't had the experience myself, I don't want to be telepathic. I only know what I've read about it. And trust me, the Internet is clogged with romantic anecdotes detailing the 'manmade evolution.' 
    I'm from the first generation with access to mind modifications. I still remember when dating websites were your best chance at finding love. Now people upgrade their own brains to find 'the one.' No


Some more work from this artist:

Random Writing: StairsYoung Eliza Hayes picked herself up from the tiled floor. Her big blue eyes looked up the flight of stairs to see an older girl, all in white. The older girl was her cousin, Angel. Angel had never been very nice to her, but Eliza hadn't expected her to push her down the stairs like that.
Her whole body ached, especially her head. Tears sprang to her eyes as she moved her arm, which was swelling up. Eliza looked up at her cousin again, clutching her broken limb to her side.
"I'm going to tell my mommy." Eliza mustered in a wobbly voice.
Angel didn't say a word, just kept staring down at her. Eliza's lips trembled.
"You can't just hurt people, Angel. It's bad to do it!"
Angel began to walk down the stairs, her white little shoes silently stepping down, down, down towards Eliza. Angel wasn't always this way, Eliza knew. Sometimes her cousin was sweet and thoughtful. And sometimes she wasn't.
Eliza scrambled back as Angel reached the bottom of the stairs. There was a coldness in the air ar
    Random Writing: Sparring Magic!Plain wooden staffs whirled through the air, connecting with bone-jarring cracks that indicated the amount of force behind each blow. Today the top fighters were squaring off to inspire the newest members. It was meant to be a friendly match, but Luella Winters and Jay Furst were rarely friendly. Especially not with each other.
Luella flashed a feral grin as the butt of her staff glanced off of Jay's shoulder. It wasn't much of a hit, but it was more than he had gotten on her.
The staffs connected again, leaving the pair with ringing ears. The muscles in Jay's shoulders went hard under the skin as he put his back into his defense. Luella could feel her own strength beginning to give. She dug her heels into the dirt.
"Your pretty blonde hair is getting damp with sweat. Worried you're going to lose, princeling?" Luella ground out the words through her teeth.
Jay's piercing blue eyes narrowed. "Hardly. I've yet to lose to a witch, and I don't plan to start now."
The staffs groaned, and th
    Random Writing: But the kiss...He glared at her with a viciousness that hurt her down to her soul.
"Of course I don't love you." His mouth twitched around the syllables, each letter a snarl curling his lip.
She shook her head. It couldn't be. "But the kiss..." Her voice broke before she could finish the thought out loud.
The darkening of his eyes told her he understood what she had meant. He closed the space between them, his hollow chuckle brushing warm against her face.
"That kiss was nothing. If I really loved you, I would have kissed you like this."
His mouth molded over hers, trapping in the sobs and curses she wanted to scream. His lips were firm and desperate, coaxing her own mouth open to welcome his whims.
Tears leaked from her eyes as her fingers clenched around fistfuls of his shirt, and every fiber of her being was shot with agonizing fear.
His teeth sank into lower lip, and then his tongue explored beyond her teeth and suddenly she couldn't think anymore.
The faintest whimper constricted her throat and


2nd Place Emote Trophy- Animtd by mirzjiles In second place we have TheRedSephaos with her entry:

The Trouble with TwoMaria hummed softly as she waited for her boyfriend to pick her up.
One of her two boyfriends.
She applied a bright red lipstick. It was hard to find true love when you invested in one man for so long, she’d reasoned with herself. Dark gray eyeshadow. You could go and waste ten years of your life, just for him to never propose. Or worse, leave you at the alter. She’d seen it before. Eyeliner. It was hard to juggle two guys at once, but no more than it was to juggle work and a social life. Mascara. Besides, both were great guys, and very dedicated to her, but they also both had their flaws.
Straightening out her dress, she stood, and noticed a painless bruise that had suddenly developed on her lower leg. Maria cursed, and went digging through her closet for a longer dress. There weren’t many - she wasn’t a very modest woman.
That was the problem she had with her two boyfriends. Maria had met them around the same time, and when she’d noticed the bruises and


Some more work from this artist:

Dream FairiesCassandra slowly crept up the old attic stairs, cautious of the creaky old boards that could wake the household. The light from downstairs became distant as she entered the attic, only dimly lighting up the dusty old room. Switching on her flashlight, which took a few tries due to the loose batteries, Cassandra glanced around the attic.
It was much like other attics; it was full of old junk that only saw the light of day in the middle of the night when one needed some obscure inherited item. Cassandra's attic only differed in the fact that it was full of trinkets of an old dead witch, her mother. Cassandra and her brothers had not been left much, and Cassandra had inherited most of it. It was mostly all sentiment, something her brothers didn't grasp the concept of. The items of witches were usually either dangerous or useless to humans.
There had once been hopes and dreams that Cassandra would grow up a witch like her mother, or at the very least, a sorceress. The truth was, Cassandra
    The Promise of CreativityFiery red hair lit up the darkness as the young girl ran through the empty realm. She giggled with each step that touched the dark ground, dancing to a song only she could hear. The nothingness meant little to her. And, as if she’d had that very thought herself, she stopped, an invisible smile crossing her face.
Color sparked from all directions, pouring into the emptiness, meshing and melding into a scene only the girl could understand. Every color imaginable created a light surrounding her, and she began to dance again.
She had a small branch in one hand that she gripped onto, although not tightly - she did not think that it was something that could possibly leave her person. The girl had had it for all of time and it always accompanied her in her adventures.
As the small branch moved in time with her dance, the colors began to turn from abstract beauty into a beautiful hillside in the fall. The greens became grasses. The browns became trees. The oranges and reds and yellows be
    For Pulse, OrlandoWe look at the news and we say,
"Look, there's another mass shooting."
And we tune out the words spoken
As the mess is laid out on the screen,
Lifting our heads only when
We hear the emotions and the
Cries of those who lost others
Because they pull at our heart strings.
We look at the news and we see
Another bloody mess and death
Caused by whatever excuse is given.
Religion, politics, even preferences.
We've become numbed by the sheer
Amount of violence that occurs.
This numbness does not simply affect
The viewers of the news;
The innocent and worried.
It numbs the mind of those who
Would have never carried through
With such violent actions.
We must never forget those
That have fallen to violence.
Nor must we forget that we
Cannot make violence commonplace.
We cannot numb our children and
Our brethren to these actions.
For every action, there is a consequence.
We should never allow a war to start -
Because the cost is always paid in blood.


3rd Place Emote Trophy-Animtd by mirzjiles In third place we have I-Write-Strangely with her entry:

Just a SnackKaye was attempting to cut a watermelon while holding it down like it was a savage beast that needed to be subdued. Quickly losing his patience and his hunger growing by the second, he picked up the pace as he sawed through the fruit in hopes to eventually reach the sweet nectar within. The knife slipped through the husk and scraped his hand. He screamed and released everything from his grasp. He examined his hand to find a small gash that was oozing a droplet of blood. He cursed to himself as he tended to his wound. Glancing at the thick green shell, he suddenly had an idea. He snatched a meat hammer from a utensil drawer and aimed it over the melon. He drew back and smashed it with full force. In the midst of the explosion, a sizable chunk of it smacked him square in the face and he stumbled back. He shook his head and collected his prize to feast on.
Idna, though neither her nor Kaye knew of their fate, who had stuck together through thick and thin, was in the middle of reading a bo


Some more work from this artist:

Bathroom SecretsHello. Who I am is not important, but what is important is your guys’ safety. You may think I’m crazy, but please be open minded for a moment and listen to what I have to say. The things I’ve seen and gone through could happen to anyone and I don’t want any of you to experience the things I have. Alright?
It happened two weeks ago. We were having water pressure issues in the upstairs bathroom and my dad called for a local plumbing service to resolve it. He got in contact with Marvin, who ran Marvin’s Plumbing. He explained that he doesn’t work on weekends, but was willing to schedule to drop by Monday. Unfortunately, my dad had to leave out of town that day and requested that my sisters and I keep an eye out for Marvin, to which we agreed upon. He also asked this of Ethan, my eldest sister’s boyfriend who lived with us, in case none of us could be here that day for whatever reason.
Monday came around and my dad had already left for work.
    Your Wellbeing vs. Others' FeelingsWarning: suicide is the subject of the essay. If the topic makes you uncomfortable, I suggest you skip over this.
Have you been in the part of life where you just didn’t see a reason to keep living? Perhaps you built the courage to confide into someone about your thoughts. You poured your heart into your words, letting the other person know what you were going through. And when you were finished, the other person said,
“You shouldn’t do that. Think of how your family and friends would feel.”
I had something like that said to me when I was going through a rough time in middle and high school. Being the overly caring and naïve person that I was, I took it to heart and felt guilty over wanting to end it all. Well, today, I’m here to tell you why that is one of the worst things that could ever be said to a person who is depressed and / or contemplating suicide.
Reason #1: It implies that other people’s feelings are m


2) doughboycafe
They held a Historical Fiction contest, and the results were just announced so without further ado:
Strange Lands Historical Fiction Contest: Results!

1st Trophy by H-SWilliamsFirst place went to DrMeh with her entry:

Wolbachiawhen it begins
Diao Chan knew of three ways to break a man's arm and had practiced them all several times in the short course of her life, for the most beautiful woman in China was often also the most harassed. That she knew how to defend herself made the situation twice as intolerable.
Broad nails bit into her shoulder as the usurper pressed her to his side, a crude display to the court and his silent, watchful son. Lord Dong Zhuo’s limbs were thicker than most, but she could still punish him. She thought of how satisfying it would be to snap his bones, sink her nails into his eyes and rip through his skull. But purpose was a bitter mistress and she stayed quiet.
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before everything
Diao Chan was an orphan, a runaway, and a thief.
She lived on the outskirts of Luoyang, right where the boulevards of the Heavenly City bled into endless rice paddies fed by the threads of fresh, clean water from the Luo. Nobody knew who her family


Some more work from this artist:

the mind has mountainsLife is brief.
Fall in love, maidens,
before the crimson bloom
fades from your lips,
before the tides of passion
cool within you,
for those of you
who know no tomorrow.

My earliest memory is listening to my mother sing this song. My mother was a woman who was not beautiful except for when she sang, so she was always singing. I remember sitting at our kitchen table drawing childish pictures, enjoying her sweet soprano thrum through the walls of the house, glass shaking in the cabinet doors with her powerful vibrato.
I remember hating this song.
She always laughed when I told her. “I used to hate it too,” she said, which was really the worst answer possible to a child that wanted to learn.
“Then why do you always sing it?” I couldn’t understand the sudden tightness of her mouth.
“Well,” she said thoughtfully, picking me up and putting me on the counter. I took the large, brightly painted spoon from her and stirred the salad. “I think
    HypothermiaIt starts, as many things do metaphorically and very few things do literally, with an avalanche. This is both.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lin Long Dau is born with the last star on the coldest night of the coldest winter in Undisian living memory.
The fire flickers, on the verge of death, as a chill wind blows through walls of aged stone. Inside, the people shiver, and Lin begins to cry with weak, peculiar sounds, his skin cast with unnatural pallor, tinged with blue.
The baby’s discomfort alarms the attendants, and the family exchanges nervous looks. Only the mother speaks. “Give him to me,” she says to the father, in whose arms Lin continues to weep strangely. Lars, relieved, places the baby in her arms, and soon the unnerving cries are quietened by a warm embrace and smile. Everyone noticeably relaxes.
“That’s it,” Lin’s mother says. Her eyes are bright in the flickering dark, as bright as her son’s eyes are not. “He’s just
    what fish feel“What happened?”
When she asks me that, I honestly don’t know what to say. Shall I start at the beginning? That was fifteen years ago, back when I’d first been hired for the VESNA project and met my four teammates. Our first day, we’d been so awkward around each other that Angeal took us to a bar and spent a quarter of the initial grant money taking us back through our college years. Or their college years, at any rate; I was forty-six years old then, and when I’d been in college, the closest I’d ever gotten to drunk was the night I consumed a liter of my best friend’s “Death Wish” coffee and didn’t sleep for a week and hallucinated for two.
Okay, I’m losing track, and Luna’s mother is giving me a pointed glare over her shoulder. I want to complain – what’s the benefit of age if you can’t tell crazy stories? But Luna is looking at me with those huge brown eyes, guileless with childhoo


2nd Trophy by H-SWilliams Second place went to IntelligentZombie with her entry:

PrettyIt didn’t stop with Buck’s Row and Hanbury Street. The violence spread through the nights, hanging heavy on the streets. In only a few months, there were five. Five names rolled through Claude’s mind, five brutalized faces asking for peace.  
The fifth lay on her bed, undone in every way, a mutilated echo of a human being.
A constable beside the bed, a stricken ghost staring down at the body.
“How long have you been here... Barber, was it?” Claude asked, studying the man’s pallor.
“Not long, sir,” the constable replied, not looking away from the body. “First one I’ve seen with my own eyes.”
"Did you know her?"
"I saw her, once" Bellamy answered. "Just once, in passing. She was pretty."
The woman on the bed barely resembled a woman at all. Her murderer had seen to that.  
Hands in fists, the constable looked away from the dead woman.
“It doesn’t get easier,” Claude said. “I wish I could s


Some more work from this artist:

Child's EyesThe naked sun burns the meadows with his hateful eye. The world is sere, seared, serene, beautiful in its utter desolation. Kai blinks tears from dreaming eyes, his irises seeming pink as the sun’s parting kiss to the horizon. Kai seeks shade from the ravaging mouth of the sun, pale skin burning with the perishing glades. The boy wanders a dying world, relishing this rare chance to be alone.
Night chills the hot air as she gathers her skirts around the sun. The glade grows; life bursting from the cracked ground. Pulsating rainbows dance around him, before an audience of stars. Ever alone, dark skin and darker eyes, a woman dances with them, her skin damp as a slick blade of grass. She is Maharikti, from the high plane of the god’s abode. She teaches Kai to dance.
Dead by day, alive by night, Kai’s world waits. But all is changed; two gods as Ouroboros, entwine. Maharikti lies atop a great stone, eyes burned out. Shadows twist through the torn sky, night devouring day.
    i'm not mad, it wasn't meI boarded the door up. Big planks, drove the nails in, thought I was so smart. Heaped furniture up too. That gaudy leg lamp with the god-awful fringe, on top of mama's floral couch; everything but the TV is in a pile. TVs sitting on the floor, still plugged in. It's so loud, I can't think. I cranked up the volume to drown out the screaming and now I can't turn it down. I'm tired of shampoo commercials and weather alerts, but I need the sound. I need to not think anymore.
I can't unblock the door. It's hilarious- "let's shut the monsters out"- but it doesn't matter. They weren't even out there. They were in here. Blood on the floral couch, blood on the tv- it was us, all along. They were in mama when she shut the door on Bess's fingers. They were driving pops like a puppet when he found the screwdriver and had some fun with it.
Hell, they were in me, when I tried to count the bones in our feet, when I found the sharp things. But now they've crawled out, and I know I'm not mad. Strings o
    She was realEliza knelt in the mud by the tumultuous river. Gently she slipped her hands under the man, lifting his head into her lap. Coming to, Jack blinked in pain as sun and water pecked him with stinging kisses.
He looked down, away from the sky, even though it meant looking away from Eliza. She was a faded paisley flower, mud soaking through her skirts. But despite it all, she was the most beautiful thing he’d seen, a fuzzy braid hanging over her shoulder, eyes too far apart, lips cracking in the heat.
She was real. Soft curves and supple limbs, she lived in a body like a person, caring for a stranger like she’d loved him her entire life.
For her, he’d gone in the river. His vest was ripped, one spur broken off, his gunbelt likely floating down the river. Through a muddied ball of memories, he recalled pulling his gun, aiming it at a man whose face deserved a bullet, and firing.
Only it jammed, and Eli Stone’s gun didn’t.
Now ol’ Jack was lying at the rive


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Then, some groups are doing some cool things this month/at the moment that you should TOTALLY check out:

1) ProjectDFC

It's SaSS time at ProjectDFC



2) Prose-ject

It's S.T.O.R.M challenge F.I.R.E at Prose-ject



3) My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink

It's Poetry Forms Challenge time at My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink



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So, that's it grasshoppers. Have fun and look out for more stuffs from me.

As an aside, I came across a simply stunning jewellery designer/crafter here on DA: JSjewelry
I have favourited some of her earrings, and hope to buy myself a pair (maybe only by Christmas though...medication is expensive y'all).
The earrings I like are:

Midnight garden amethyst silver earrings by JSjewelry          Silver studs On the wings of lavender wind by JSjewelry          Floral silver earrings apple blossoms by JSjewelry

and the pendant:

Silver twig pendant The drop of twilight by JSjewelry


And they will definitely be on my Christmas Wish List this year. BUT if you wanna get them for me just for mos, then just ask for my address (pretend you wanna send me a postcard or something...or do that (I love postcards!)) and I will give it to you. You have to note JSjewelry regarding prices/availability as I think some of the pieces are sold and she would have to make up a new one.

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Ciao,
:fish:
J


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Lissy stood watching everyone set up their respective booths. She wouldn’t say she was waiting for trouble to start, but she knew her position as ‘security’ wouldn’t have been needed if they didn’t expect something to happen. Subconsciously she touched the hilt of her dagger, torn between the desire to use it and the hope she wouldn’t have to. Her nails lengthened and contracted as she shifted between claws and normal hands, scanning the area with her ever vigilant gaze.

A group of pretty women were standing off to the side, watching some men setting up a booth. The men were tall, tanned and each sported some sort of mechanical part – arms, legs and even a few shoulders and chest pieces – which gleamed in the sun. There were six men, ranging in age from about eighteen – stubbly and skinny – to about thirty five – Mohawk and multiple piercings – and they were whooping and laughing as they erected the poles, flags, signs and counter that was the booth. The number of girls grew from about six to about ten but Lissy’s eyes skipped over them passing them off as twittering fools. The men were more interesting to look at, all that muscle, and if any trouble was to come it was bound to come from one of them at any rate.

Across the street, a street vendor was selling miniature pies and foot long hotdogs. The sun was hot and sweat stained the armpits of Lissy’s jacket a darker beige. She scratched her stomach, picking lint from her belly button, and scanned the crowds again noting that the number of girls had grown to about twenty now. They were all dressed similarly; long trench coats in a very neon shade of orange with beanies to match, tan ankle boots and ¾ cut-off jeans in varying shades of denim. The hair that poked out from under the beanies, and there was a lot of it, was all blonde – varying shades – and it shone lustrously in the sun. “Must be a university field trip of some sort,” she thought to herself and looked away.

She looked back at the booth, noting it now proudly bore the sign ‘Mega-Mecha-Kisses’, and realised that there was only one youth remaining at the booth now that it was set up. His friends had seemingly gone to investigate the rest of the festivities, leaving him to man the booth until their return. He looked to be in his mid-twenties and sported a mechanical hand that gleamed metallic in the heat of the day.

Suddenly there was a loud howl, followed by another and yet another, and Lissy whipped her head around to see the girls ripping off their beanies and jackets and transforming into a pack of coyotes. They pounced on the poor youth at the kissing booth and started tearing into him – he didn’t have a chance – until he was nothing but a mess of blood, bone and metal. Springing from his booth with a ravenous look in their eyes they pounced on the food seller, scattering pies and hotdogs everywhere as they tore bites out of his torso and ripped his metal ears from his head. People scattered down side streets and into houses leaving babies, booths and beaus unattended, trying to save themselves.

Lissy swallowed some bile and drew her dagger – she was security after all – and strode towards the pack. “Ladies, why don’t we all just behave now.” The leader snarled and a particularly guttural voice echoed from deep within her.

“They loathe us, these mechanical fools. Now they will pay.” There was a howl of approval.

“I’m sure they…” Lissy spoke up.

“What do you know, you’re not from here!” Another voice sounded from deep within the pack.

“Why do you care? What do you know?” They echoed each other, like a mindless horde.

“Death to metal! Death to you, supporter of metal, supporter of…technology!” A small coyote pounced, but was stopped by a crack and the thud of a bullet into the centre of her head, bursting her skull like a popped zit. There was a single small moment of utter silence and stillness, before more cracks sounded from the surrounding buildings, and more coyotes fell. Those remaining turned and fled into the streets, barring the leader who turned on Lissy with a snarl and tried to rip her head off.

Lissy just got her dagger up in time to defend herself, cutting a deep wound into the face of the leader of the pack, which wouldn’t stop bleeding. She stumbled back and the two of them circled each other warily, facing off. The rest of the pack had long dispersed, followed by those members of security that had automatic weapons, and all that remained now was the leader, Lissy and about five other security guards armed with various blades that had appeared from the surrounds. With a lopsided grin, lopsided because her lips were split in two, the coyote pounced at Lissy again. Lissy sidestepped and then quickly turned and sliced at the back of the coyote’s neck, missing by a hair. They danced like this for several minutes, neither scoring a hit on the other, while the wound on the coyote’s face continued to bleed.

Eventually footsteps caught the attention of the pack leader, and she turned her head at the exact moment Lissy’s dagger sliced through her neck. It was an arterial wound, and blood spattered everywhere, like Jackson Pollock was painting the ground and Lissy’s clothing. The coyote went down quickly, and with a few snivelling twitches she was gone. Hair once luxurious and blonde was now matted with blood and sticking up at all angles. The other security guards came closer, made sure the coyote leader was dead, and then started clearing the bodies away as the public made their way back onto the streets. It was as if nothing had happened – as if nothing was going to ruin their festival – and soon the streets were full of laughter and smiles again.

Lissy stood there spattered and spent, and abruptly decided to return to the ship to change her clothes – and for a change of scenery. Her duty to the people here was over for the day, she figured, and besides – this was a non-paying gig and she only had so much clothing to spare.
Can You See What Isn't There?
"There is a condition worse than blindness, and that is, seeing something that isn't there." Thomas Hardy

For NavigatorsOfTheMist 's Anniversary Event:
Navigators of the Mist Anniversary Madness

Lissy's on security detail.
Words: 1057

I could have done more, but I got lazy and skimmed some things down. Simply because even though the deadline is only the end of the  month I am so tired at the end of the day that I don't have time to write :cries:
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I really want to earn any money/points, and not beg for donations, so if you would consider hiring me for one of the following it would be appreciated. If you can't hire me, or don't need to, perhaps you know of someone who does:



DA Points Commissions:


:bulletblue: A short story
:bulletblue: A poem
[Check out the 'prose' folder in my gallery for short stories or browse poetry by year]
[For more examples of poetry and prose works on commission visit UnderstoodAdmin and MySoulBleedsInkAdmin where I have writing commissions available]
:bulletblue: A poetry critique
[See 'Critique Widget' for examples]
:bulletblue: A simple, non-animated avatar
:bulletblue: A lit-tag
:bulletblue: A simple, non-animated group logo
[Examples found at MagicallyCreative]
[For more examples of avatars, lit tags and group logos on commission visit UnderstoodAdmin and MySoulBleedsInkAdmin where I have these commissions available]
:bulletblue: A simple, animated group logo
[Example: Front-2-Back ]
:bulletblue: A feature in my journal
:bulletblue: A contest promotion in my journal
:bulletblue: A group promotion in my journal
:bulletblue: A llama
:bulletblue: Proofreading of your journal/blog before you post it

Commissions based on length and/or complexity.



Proofreading, Editing, Formatting, Typing, Designing, etc


:bulletblue: I have proofread and edited three books written by Mr Mian Mohsin Zia from Pakistan (books can be found here mianmohsinzia.com/ as well as the author's biography and several other projects by the author, including short texts for use in a voice-over video or in a script).
:bulletblue: I have proofread and edited a script for Mr N Mhlanga
:bulletblue: I have formatted a CV and done typing work for Mr Philip Bateman
:bulletblue: I have proofread, formatted and edited a thesis for Mr Mike Momo
:bulletblue: I have designed business cards for "Jenny's Hair", "Beady Buddies", "Painted Linen" etc.
:bulletblue: I have designed a brochure for an inter-provincial field hockey tournament, as well as the certificates for the tournament.
:bulletblue: I have designed Christmas, Valentine, birthday, thank you and other cards.

Everything mentioned above, including reviews and more can be found on my websites:
www.preader.weebly.com
www.magicaljoey.wix.com/preade…


Bass Guitar Lessons:


:bulletblue: I have taught lessons from pre-beginner to intermediate level, both face-to-face and over Skype.
:bulletblue: No prior music knowledge needed.
:bulletblue: All you need is the equipment - guitar, amp, lead, tuner and strap.

Information, and reviews can be found on my website: www.basicallybass.weebly.com
www.magicaljoey.wix.com/musica…


Piano Lessons:


:bulletblue: I have taught lessons from pre-beginner to intermediate level face-to-face. Skype will work with wireless laptop and webcam.
:bulletblue: No prior music knowledge needed.

Information can be found on my website:
www.basicallybass.weebly.com under the 'Piano' tab
www.magicaljoey.wix.com/musica…


English Lessons:


:bulletblue: I taught English online for a year in 2010 and from 2013 to present day.
:bulletblue: I have taught lessons face-to-face and over Skype.

Information can be found on my website: www.engteaching.weebly.com


Beaded Goods: (Beady Buddies)


Beaded goods ranging from plain key rings to 3D key rings, earrings and more.

Specific items can be requested and made up if possible. Shipping costs will be negotiated. Visit my website: www.beadybuddies.weebly.com


Hand-Painted Items: (Painted Linen)


I can offer hand-painted cushions, tablecloths, etc - if it's white I can paint on it.

Contact me for a personalised gift for a loved one - even the same picture done twice will never come out the same! Shipping costs would be negotiated. Visit my website to see the sale on pre-made stock as well as to place your order. www.paintedlinen.weebly.com


Knitted Items: (Christel's Kneedles)


Knitwear including beanies, berets, scarves, snoods, bed-socks, gloves, jerseys and more. Sizes range from newborn to adult.

Contact me for a personalised gift for a loved one. Prices negotiable depending on type of wool. Shipping costs would be negotiated. Visit my website www.christelsneedles.weebly.co…


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Jo

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