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Imaginarium, a Snippet
“Why did you do that?” Memnos demanded, although his tone was one of shock more than anything else. She had done the unthinkable. She had swallowed a nightmare.
“Because you are more important to humanity than I am. Mortals need you to protect their dreams. Besides, I really wanted to kiss you, so I figured this was as good an excuse as any.”
Memnos laughed despite himself, but his humor felt hollow even to him. Then he let out a snarl, grabbing Stella by both shoulders. She blinked at him, surprised by his sudden severe grasp, but did not protest. “Mortals be damned. Why would I care about them? Blast it all, Stella. Why would you do this? You are important. You are important to me.”
“I know. You’re important to me, too. Which is why I had to do this.” She smiled, but it barely reached her eyes, nor did the dimples in her cheeks appear, which told Memnos she was putting on a brave face for his sake. She winced, and Memnos tensed as
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Literature
A Cloak of Purest White
One day there was a little girl, who lived in a cottage at the edge of the woods with her parents.
She was young and sweet and mild, and her mother and father loved her so much that on her 11th birthday they gave her a cloak of purest white.
"Here," said her mother, "wear this about your shoulders as you take this basket of goodies to visit your grandmother. She would love to see you on your birthday. But be sure to return home long before nightfall so we can celebrate together this evening."
The little girl nodded, looped her arm through the basket and the cloak's ties under her throat, and skipped out the door and down the path to her grandmother's house.
But that path led through the wood.
As she skipped down the path and toward the tall, gnarled trees, their peaks blotted out the sun, and soon she was in a deep thicket, the shadows sprinting up around her. Still she skipped and sang, the basket heavy on her arm.
Suddenly, there was a rustling from her left, and the girl spun, a rol
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Literature
Inner Demons: Fane's Dark Reverie
Fane's hands trilled across the piano keys as he digested the events of the past two days. Jaegar had been disappointed with their failure; his posture and clasped hands neatly stored behind his back had instantly revealed that. But he had not been angry. Fane, conversely, had been furious, furious beyond appeasement, furious to the point of recklessness.
And he had been quite reckless. Perhaps unwisely so, which he was willing to admit only to himself. But he had felt justified. It had been Jira's fault, and she deserved to be punished for her negligence and flagrant stupidity. She had been too eager for bloodshed; she had made them lose important information. If she had not gotten so agitated, if she had only been sensible enough… Well, that was a laughable concept, wasn't it? Jira, sensible? Impossible. She was too impulsive, too unbridled in her anger. No, she had not been worthy to come. She should not have come. He did not need her. No one needed her.
His mind drifted as h
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Literature
The Sinking Treasure
What is it like to be a captain who goes down with his ship? Is it that he has such a strong sense of devotion to his vessel, that the captain in him just can't abandon the symbol of his life, or that his love for the ocean trumps even his sense of self preservation, that the waves beckon him onward with the strength and temptation of a siren's song, so strongly that he knows his final calling is to let the ocean overtake him?
Or is it something else that conjures up his attachment to these wooden planks and curved sails? Is it a sense of partnership, the knowledge of all those years of service and seafaring culminated in one object - all the storms and calm waters, the faithful crewmen and the mutinous first mates, the memories and festivities and possibilities that have been witnessed on this ship - that it becomes impossible to disentangle himself from the seagulls and the difference between port and starboard and crow's nest and bilge and scurvy and "aye, aye!"? After all those yea
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Literature
A Lover's Cup
Why are you bound for the sky, while I am stuck here?
I see you hovering just beyond my reach
And no matter what I do, I cannot call you back.
You are a bird destined to abandon its cage,
And no pretty words or wheedling pleas can make you stay.
You leave me behind, curling in upon yourself as you climb through the atmosphere,
Exalting in a high I cannot obtain.
You are elusive and intangible, shapeless and insubstantial,  
Here and gone in a moment.
It is natural for me to want to keep you.  
And natural for you to want to rid yourself of me.
You resist me as if we are magnets with opposing poles,
Our partnership written into our molecules.
That is not enough for you.  
I repel you.
You float upward (aided by an antigravity I will never understand),
Bounding away with a gasp of satisfaction.
I cannot pin you down, despite my efforts,  
And there is nothing here that will make you stay;
It is not in your nature.
Instead you will soar to your self
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Literature
Steam
Cloud vapor,
Curled,
Positively elusive,
Swaying to and fro with the nudge of a breath.
Shapeless,
Swirling,
Irresistibly intangible,
Congealing as water droplets on any surface in your path.
Twisting in upon yourself whenever you see fit,
Yet disappearing as rapidly as if you'd never existed
at all.
Here in a moment,
Gone in another.
Rising and disappearing into the insubstantial atmosphere
And taking with you the precious heat
Of my beverage.
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Literature
The Guiding Light
      His dreams came to him in lucid waves, as if he were floating in space, or under water, or falling down a well. It was hard for him to make out the things around him, and hard for him to understand what was going on. But there was one goal. Just one goal. He had to get to that outline of a door that emerged from the shadows. It was a burning beacon that was calling him forward, calling his name with such a sweet melody. He had to reach it, and with each forceful step he propelled himself closer to it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was through the doorway into a realm that was completely new to him. Before, it seemed, the air had been stagnant, cold, dead. There was nothing. And then, in the blink of an eye, there was everything…
He woke with a start, and the first thing he recognized with an unmistakable yet unrecognizable beeping sound. Then he caught a sickly sterile smell, like a mix of bleach and polished metal, a
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Literature
Impossible Veins
A mass of capillaries,
stretching out like tiny webbed fingers,
snaking their way around the body,
tracing paths to organs and appendages
and connecting them all back to the central circuitry:
the heart.
Little blue lines under the skin,
weaving intricate roads as they bring the vital
"nectar of the vampires" from place to place.
They are so important, and yet
they are sluggish.
Their precious liquid cargo arrives
to its destination late, making the fingers cold.
The transmission of their oxygen-poor and
carbon dioxide-rich shipment to the lungs is also
delayed, but whether it influences breathing
cannot be known for sure.
And when it comes to matters of the heart
that exceed mechanical actions,
when the beating, tormented organ
displays those dangerous emotions,
they go haywire, either shooting off the synapses
at such a rapid pace that
every artery,
ever cell,
burns with them,
or else they ignore the messages completely,
shutting down and becoming a splayed pattern
of ice.
They truly
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Literature
Wings
If I could float,
If I could glide on a wind current,
I would.
If I could soar,
If I could rise up past clouds and space,
And find a place where the oxygen is clear and I could breathe freely
I would.
If I could rush into the unforgiving atmosphere
In a bolt of adrenalin,
And refuse to stop until the ground below
No longer existed,
I would.
If I could fall into the vast expanse of heaven
And disappear forever,
Leaving only a pinprick of color to mark what I used to be,
I would.
But I can't.
I can't fly.
I can't ascend past the boiling rock of resentment
That weighs me down.
I don't have the strength to overcome it.
I don't have wings.
But for you, I will turn my thoughts to feathers.
And I will climb.
I will throw myself up into the atmosphere,
And I will gain altitude
Until I reach
Forgiveness.
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Literature
House of Cards
Simple house of cards
Flimsy,
Tipsy,
Precariously tilting toward
destruction.
A breath of air,
the brush of a feather,
will send it tumbling down.
Yet still you build.
Reaching higher,
Racing farther,
Stretching upward
into the sky,
presumably toward infinity.
Paper walls of your castle,
Fragile,
Breakable,
Constructed to conceal
Your secrets.
But the foundation is crumbling
And the walls are falling
in.
And soon your lovely
house of cards
will collapse,
leaving you nothing,
not even a joker.
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Literature
Point of View
I could feel the sunlight streaming in through my closed eyelids even before they were open. It was another day, another boring, sunny day in my new home, Maine. I couldn’t believe that I’d been here for no more than a few months, and already my world had been thrown into more confusion than I’d ever imagined, even more than I’d experienced in New York, where many interesting and confusing things happen, let me tell you.  
I threw the covers off my bed and shuffled to the bathroom, washing my face and removing the last remnants of sleep. I quickly put my contacts in, turning my eyes to a deep green hue, and then surveyed myself in the mirror. My sandy hair was hanging down, and my skin was pale, and I sighed. I didn’t look flashy or out of place in my new home, so why was I being treated like an outsider? Well, that answer could be found with my latest relationship status. You see, Ever, my closest new friend and now girlfriend helped have a hand in t
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Literature
Rainbow
A blank canvas: something equally empty
and teeming with possibilities.
I look at the papery horizon,
envisioning a new place,
another time
just waiting to be revealed,
pulled from nothingness
and into reality.
I do not worry about the foreboding blankness
that I see,
for I have a secret weapon.
A rainbow of colors
will be my tool;
it will help me create something
from nothing.
The brush falls into the burning crimson,
and ideas rush to my mind’s eye.
Maybe I will paint a fox,
that cunning creature with fur
of fiery red and gold,
that slinks across the forest floor
looking for someone to trick.  
Or a beautiful autumn tree, with leaves
spiraling down toward the coppery grass.
Maybe a dragon,
a powerful beats, reared up on hind legs
to guard his treasure trove,
or even a brick wall, simple and majestic,
used to keep magical beings within its confinement.
Blue, that soft, calming pigment,
will help me bring a starry night to life,
one where the moon is surrounded by clouds
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Literature
The Phone Calls
He called that woman… again.
That made fifty phone calls to that number, fifty phone calls, at least, of which they knew. It wasn’t any number they knew, and they had no idea where he’d met her, how he knew her, where she’d come from. How had he gone so completely off the track that he’d start calling her, AGAIN? What was she to him? Who was she?
He belonged to them, not her. Weren’t they enough? Had they ever been enough?
Maybe it wasn’t worth it anymore. Maybe it had never been.
Funny, it all started with an introduction. All their worries began with a phone call.
She would never have believed it all began two years ago. She would have thought it was a sick joke. She couldn’t have imagined that he would do this to her, do this to them. It would have never crossed her mind that he would betray them this easily.
“He’s depressed,” she had been told. She only believed that sometimes. Depressed? Why? They had a good life, a good famil
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Literature
Alphabet Poems- H
Hey, you there, in that
black suit.
Yes, you. You look like an
intelligent man,
and you’re definitely going to want to
hear this.
Please, sir, I’m only asking for
ten minutes of your time.
You won’t regret it, I promise.
You see, I work for this small company
down the street.
It’s trying to get its name out there,
you see.
And it needs more employees.
I know, I know, you think this is
a scam.
I assure you, it’s not.
I want to make you an offer.
Seriously, I do.
Are you happy with your job?
Are you making ends meet?
Are you satisfied with your life?
In these hard economic times,  
can you afford to keep your job?
Can you afford to lose it?
At my company
We all make a pretty penny,
and you look like a decent man,
a hard worker.
My boss would be thrilled to meet you.
Really, think about it.
Here’s my card.
You won’t regret it.
I promise.
Please, sir, don’t call me names.
I prefer to call myself a
recruiter, not a headhunter.
Hey! Do
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Literature
Friday Night
You're like a warm bowl of oatmeal on a cold Sunday morning.
The rose on your cheeks brings a smile to my lips.
And delights my eyes.
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Holiday Card Project 2012

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Literature
if only for the night.
she did not
want love, she wanted
thorns twisted in her
steel fingers
digging into the
sharp metal. she
needed to b r e a k
people. and she had
the devil in her
eyes and death on
her skin:
a walking
disaster. she
tasted like
danger incarnated;
i knew by the
way she wrapped her
hands around my
wrists she could
destroy me. sn / ap my
bones at will but
she never did and
the blue of her eyes
drowned
me in
changing
tides of
liquid fire.  
we spent one night
staring at the
ceiling tracing
constellations
on paper-skin and
pretending to be
artists of the universe
just to feel
alive.
(before she left we
lay side by side at dawn with
our chests splintered.)
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Though by my absence, it might seem that I've fallen into a well or something. 

Just checking in! Hope everyone is doing well and enjoying life, and sorry for being so MIA. College is over, and grad school is on the horizon! 

So shoot me a message! I want to know how everyone is and what you've been up to since we last chatted who knows how many eons ago. 

xo
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Fuzzle-wit
Scribbling Woman
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Hello there! I'm Fuzzle-wit, a day-dreaming word scribbler with a Persephone complex, and I leave you to figure out exactly what that means. Welcome to my page!

I'm a writer. Ink swirls in my veins, and I've never been more at home than between the pages of a good book (or notebook, for that matter).

I'm a grad student (Publishing, Writing, and Literature) who recently graduated from college (English Major, Ancient Studies Minor, and Book Studies Concentrator), so naturally, things do not occur in a timely manner around here, as school is currently absorbing the last vestiges of my soul. But feel free to leave me a message if you'd like to talk to me or have a question and I promise that I'll get back to you eventually.

Thanks for stopping by! And please feel free to leave me any quotes, song titles, random facts, or words of the day. I love inspiration in any form it may take.

Current Residence: Maine, the Underworld, or Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Favourite genre of music: Depends on my mood.
Favourite style of art: LITERATURE of all sorts, and traditional art
Operating System: Mac OS X
MP3 player of choice: None: iPod named Orpheus
Shell of choice: Snail or conch.
Skin of choice: Feathers
Favorite characters: Hades, Persephone, Gru, Victor Van Dort, Alice Liddell and Alice Kingsleigh, Violet Baudelaire, Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, Captain Jack Sparrow, my OC babies, Magnus Bane, and Arya Stark.
Personal Quote: Find buoys, not anchors.
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Christis Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2013  Hobbyist Artist

O hey! :D sorry we don t chat that much, i hardly log on this account anymore. haven t doodled in along time. I m fine, believe it or not i m gonna become a trainer. RULE NR. 95 , KID: CONCENTRATE!

What have you been up to?

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Fuzzle-wit Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Haha, no worries! Clearly I'm just as bad as you are when it comes to not keeping in touch. But I'm so glad to hear you're doing well! I'm heading to grad school in a week (yikes!) and things are good, overall! "Just fine, a little dark, a little gloomy, and as always, hey, full of dead people, whaddaya gonna do?" XD 
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austheke Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hey! Just happened across that conversation of ours from months back mentioning self-publishing. How's that going for you? Have you been looking into options and stuff? 
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Fuzzle-wit Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hi! It's so good to hear from you! I feel like we start these great conversations that then sort of drop away, haha! Ah well, as is life.
So far, I haven't looked into self-publishing programs too thoroughly, but it's an option I still want to learn more about. I get emails from programs like Book Baby, but I haven't finished the project that I would want to publish D: So I have to work more on that for sure. I'm thinking about NaNoWriMo, but I'm not sure if I can do it this year. *sigh* I might do it with a collection of short stories that I'm thinking about, that way I can at least finish one project...

What about you? How's your writing coming along? Are you thinking about NaNoWriMo? (Haha let me just ask all the questions about your writing life in the recent past/present). Also, how's Epic?

Since I don't check DA as much as I should (or used to) maybe we can exchange emails or something? That way we can talk more often about writing and our writing processes, and I feel like I'm more inclined to write if I surround myself with fabulous writers like yourself. :)

Keep in touch!
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austheke Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
yeaaah that's 'cause I'm really lousy at replying to messages. I'm still getting the hang of the whole social interaction thing--slow learner.

I think it's worth committing to one project, yeah! Short stories are tough, to be sure. That's what I've been writing, because of my courses, and it's some nasty stuff. Honestly, I think writing a good short story can be even more challenging than finishing a novel. As for NaNoWriMo, as much as I love it, I skipped last year and I'll probably skip this year too. I'm going to try and tap in to the frenzied atmosphere of creativity during November to motivate myself to get a little bit of writing done, but NaNo itself has a certain kind of pressure that, while super fun, can also be kinda stressful. With my school stuff getting in the way, I'm leery of taking on a big commitment like that.

What's the project you're thinking of self-publishing? If I self-publish (and I'm planning to do so with Epic once I finish the dang thing) I'll likely go with a big company like Lulu (I've had great experience with them in the past). With them, at least everything is relatively straightforward. I'm worried about falling for some small company's marketing traps and wasting money doing something silly.

My writing is not coming along at all because I'm a lazy butt, but, well, what's changed? :'D I'm sorta trying to get back in the saddle, but boy, it's hard. I'm also working on another commitment which I can tell you about later--it's kicking my butt right now, so trying to juggle that plus school plus writing is getting hard. I have none of the discipline necessary for being a writer. :| It's a process, haha.

Yeah, shoot me an email anytime--austheke (AT) gmail (DOT) com! It rings on my phone so I'll be sure to see it.
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Fuzzle-wit Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Haha, no worries! I'm wretched at replying to messages too, as proved by the time it took for me to reply to this message! ^^;

I definitely agree that it's easier to commit to one project, although I do tend to be pulling multiple strings at once. I hope you were able to use the environment of NaNo to your advantage! I ended up using it to finish a draft of my senior thesis, but... at least I was writing, I guess, right? A good short story absolutely can be just as challenging to weave together as a fabulous novel, with the added hurdle of concision to contend with.  

I'm actually thinking of publishing a novel-length project called Inner Demons, a work I've had sitting on my plate for years and still need to finish. Ooh, I'll have to check out Lulu; I haven't heard of it, but I love the idea of working with a larger company that has notoriety and doesn't have any contract traps.

Haha I hear you. :| Having the motivation, not to mention the time, to commit to writing is difficult! I'm glad to know it's not just me. We can struggle through together!  I hope the other commitment that's been taking up your time has been easier to manage, along with classes, which I hope are also going well! 

My email address is: liv-eternally@hotmail.com. I'm definitely more likely to check back there, so we can continue to talk about all things writing! 
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HuffingtontheOnly Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012  Student Digital Artist
why hello dar!
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Fuzzle-wit Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hello there! Thank you for friending me! I can't remember if I already did so, so if I did not, I shall reciprocate now! =)
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theperian Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012  Professional Traditional Artist
Thank you for watching! :hug:
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Fuzzle-wit Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome! :hug:
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