Petals dancing, gliding high
The petals of the cherry tree were falling, drifting down from the bough. I watched, half-mesmerized, as they were lifted by twirling breezes and made to dance on an invisible floor to a silent song
Maiden's laughter, ringing sweet
Two girls, both around my age, were running towards me, giggling and laughing. They danced around me, calling to me to join them. "Come, join our dance," they sang, beckoning
I was confused, but they gave me no time to ask questions or figure things out. Seizing my hands, they drew me into a mini circle dance
Step soft, tread light
The dance seemed easy enough, though I was sure I
"I thought dragons were supposed to be smart!"
Noxtria, dull golden eyes glinting with a dark rage, rose from her position to stare down at the smaller green dragon before her. When the black dragoness spoke, her voice sounded like rocks, rocks falling from a clifftop and tumbling down in a massive rush of crumbling stone to land with a sickening thud on anything in the way. "Yes, Arcana. Which is why I don't understand why you remain so stubborn."
Arcana, though smaller than the gigantic Noxtria, was nonetheless equally arguementive. Tossing her head, she taunted the larger black dragon by calling out mockingly "Oh yes. And I remember quit
Slowly,
The fluid bubbled
Simmering
Under her watchful gaze
She had been
Nothing special
But the liquid
Held her talent
She let them fall
Droplets
One, two, three
Red flowed outward in the crystal clear liquid
Candles flickered
Light bouncing off glass
Dim light
Was all she needed
To see
The liquid
That was her craft
The craft she held so dear
She needed no others
To help her
Brew her strange concoctions
No others entered the secret chamber
Alone,
With liquids and flames
She worked her art
Her art of alchemy
Her earrings flashed in the flickering light as she ran the silken cloth through her fingers, breathing in its scent. A soft sigh escaped her lips, remembering times past. The cloth gently slid through her hands, until she stopped it gently with a touch of her thumb. Light glinted off her buffed nails as she ran them along a single thread, flashes of light rising.
Bit by bit, thread by thread, the stories were woven together. Images, words, phrases, spun from Ideas and woven together to create Characters, Plots, and Scenes, which in turn came together to form the Stories. So many kinds of Stories, all born from the fibers of the Ideas. Legen
No matter how much you say you do,
You don't
Know who I truly am
No matter how much you say you can
You can't
See through me like a crystal-clear window
No matter how much you would like to
You don't
Know me inside and out
No matter how long you've known me
You can't
Ever claim to know my true thoughts and feelings
Because no matter how much
You learn about me
There will always be some little part
I keep hidden
Not even you will know all my secrets
Petals dancing, gliding high
The petals of the cherry tree were falling, drifting down from the bough. I watched, half-mesmerized, as they were lifted by twirling breezes and made to dance on an invisible floor to a silent song
Maiden's laughter, ringing sweet
Two girls, both around my age, were running towards me, giggling and laughing. They danced around me, calling to me to join them. "Come, join our dance," they sang, beckoning
I was confused, but they gave me no time to ask questions or figure things out. Seizing my hands, they drew me into a mini circle dance
Step soft, tread light
The dance seemed easy enough, though I was sure I
"I thought dragons were supposed to be smart!"
Noxtria, dull golden eyes glinting with a dark rage, rose from her position to stare down at the smaller green dragon before her. When the black dragoness spoke, her voice sounded like rocks, rocks falling from a clifftop and tumbling down in a massive rush of crumbling stone to land with a sickening thud on anything in the way. "Yes, Arcana. Which is why I don't understand why you remain so stubborn."
Arcana, though smaller than the gigantic Noxtria, was nonetheless equally arguementive. Tossing her head, she taunted the larger black dragon by calling out mockingly "Oh yes. And I remember quit
Slowly,
The fluid bubbled
Simmering
Under her watchful gaze
She had been
Nothing special
But the liquid
Held her talent
She let them fall
Droplets
One, two, three
Red flowed outward in the crystal clear liquid
Candles flickered
Light bouncing off glass
Dim light
Was all she needed
To see
The liquid
That was her craft
The craft she held so dear
She needed no others
To help her
Brew her strange concoctions
No others entered the secret chamber
Alone,
With liquids and flames
She worked her art
Her art of alchemy
Her earrings flashed in the flickering light as she ran the silken cloth through her fingers, breathing in its scent. A soft sigh escaped her lips, remembering times past. The cloth gently slid through her hands, until she stopped it gently with a touch of her thumb. Light glinted off her buffed nails as she ran them along a single thread, flashes of light rising.
Bit by bit, thread by thread, the stories were woven together. Images, words, phrases, spun from Ideas and woven together to create Characters, Plots, and Scenes, which in turn came together to form the Stories. So many kinds of Stories, all born from the fibers of the Ideas. Legen
No matter how much you say you do,
You don't
Know who I truly am
No matter how much you say you can
You can't
See through me like a crystal-clear window
No matter how much you would like to
You don't
Know me inside and out
No matter how long you've known me
You can't
Ever claim to know my true thoughts and feelings
Because no matter how much
You learn about me
There will always be some little part
I keep hidden
Not even you will know all my secrets
Ima doing NaNoWriMo
And stuff.
Slowly
Last word count was 2000-something words.
Yeah slow.
Anyways.
Maybe I'll publish it. After heavy editing and tracking that's good and what's not.
Maybe
Probably not.
It's about a girl, who's been five years old for 15 years or so. This girl is called Elaine. Elaine has to hide the fact that even though she's five years old, mentally she's in her twenties. Alan, her brother who also happens to be heir to a kingdom, is the only one who understands (the story is also told through him). Elaine is angry and vengeful of her mother, who froze her growth, and uses dark magic against her father the king t
I vanished from dA for a while. Well, not really vanished, because I knew I was leaving.
And so now it's summer.
I think I'm coming back.
Not fully. Not completely. dA will never be as important to me as some other things, like Etenost and such, but I think I'll be slightly more active.
Only slightly. Not totally.
Journals and deviations will be few and far between, and most likely have little to no meaning. I'm kinda twitchy about my writings now, and I feel like I shouldn't really post them here. They don't feel like they're long enough, or good enough. Plus copyright concerns. I'm looking to enter more contests, and if I post stories
"But it won't be the same without you there!" Laura, my sister and my junior by about a year and a half, dashed up the stairs after me, silver skirts caught in one hand, as we both had been taught.
"I told you, I can't come. I have work to do!" I half-yelled over my shoulder at her, one hand holding the skirt of my mint green dress in much the same fashion.
"Come on, please say you'll come?" she wheedled as we reached the top of the stairs. "A lot of our old friends will be there, like Dawn and Scarlett and Lune. Remember them?"
I froze, my hand resting on the knob of the door to my chambers. "I don't have time." I stated flatly, my voice