The Marionette Doll by x-VincentEbonrose-x, literature
Literature
The Marionette Doll
The doll sat upon the shelf, a mirthless smile painted upon its wooden face; upon its body there was draped a swath of silk, dyed an opulent, rich violet; and upon its feet were placed wooden shoes, fabricated to portray a sense of royalty, regality. It had no paint on what was its equivalent of skin; the wood it was wrought from was bare to the elements where it was not covered by silk or more wood. Its hair, however (as it were the softest material that could stand on its own), was a different matter. It had stood the test of time, but showed scars of that near-endless battle; the hair was torn in some places, straight as a lightning rod in
Of Dark and Light by x-VincentEbonrose-x, literature
Literature
Of Dark and Light
Through the Dark,
A Dark of fear,
a Dark of terror
There shines a Light:
A Light of hope,
a Light for the future.
A Light for all:
For the people,
For all the world's creatures
As a Ward against the Dark,
A safeguard;
A veil of protection.
And we use the ward;
For protection,
For healing.
We are among you.
We live among you.
Hiding in the light.
This is my creed; my dogma; the ideals and rules that bind and guide those of my kind as we serve the Light in Its quest to heal and protect the innocent. The Light is our savior, that which we rally under to stand against the Dark and safeguard innocents from Its malevolence.
I a
Amnesia: The Note From the Past by x-VincentEbonrose-x, literature
Literature
Amnesia: The Note From the Past
The letter's text, written as it was in a cursive sprawl, held a mystery unto its supposed author who had written it in a sort of fevered rush; and, for the third time that hour alone, he picked up the note again, clearly written with his own hand, and read the text over; such cruelty remained in these words, though they were written, as it seemed, by a past life of his:
Murder this man, Alexander, in cold blood; he's committed experiments on the townsfolk for nigh on thirty and three years; he's done things to them; with any luck," the note continued, "you'll not meet them in your path to Alexander; or, if you must, hide thyself, and flee
Sonata of the Realms by x-VincentEbonrose-x, literature
Literature
Sonata of the Realms
Follow~, follow~~ to the place where the songs are alive, their notes as their limbs, tangible, touchable; where each tune acts as a grace of another, influencing them with notes of their own, each rising and falling, some matching the tempo of another; each one a crescendo of glory, the individual a mind of its own, capable of thoughts of its own.
Wars are not fought, 'battles' a word heard only in the past, and merely that;
Love is a grace most common and true;
Light a being to be revered and sanctified;
Dark a being to be shunned and forgotten.
Follow the sound of this song to this land of elves.
Follow, follow; to the lan
The Marionette Doll by x-VincentEbonrose-x, literature
Literature
The Marionette Doll
The doll sat upon the shelf, a mirthless smile painted upon its wooden face; upon its body there was draped a swath of silk, dyed an opulent, rich violet; and upon its feet were placed wooden shoes, fabricated to portray a sense of royalty, regality. It had no paint on what was its equivalent of skin; the wood it was wrought from was bare to the elements where it was not covered by silk or more wood. Its hair, however (as it were the softest material that could stand on its own), was a different matter. It had stood the test of time, but showed scars of that near-endless battle; the hair was torn in some places, straight as a lightning rod in
Of Dark and Light by x-VincentEbonrose-x, literature
Literature
Of Dark and Light
Through the Dark,
A Dark of fear,
a Dark of terror
There shines a Light:
A Light of hope,
a Light for the future.
A Light for all:
For the people,
For all the world's creatures
As a Ward against the Dark,
A safeguard;
A veil of protection.
And we use the ward;
For protection,
For healing.
We are among you.
We live among you.
Hiding in the light.
This is my creed; my dogma; the ideals and rules that bind and guide those of my kind as we serve the Light in Its quest to heal and protect the innocent. The Light is our savior, that which we rally under to stand against the Dark and safeguard innocents from Its malevolence.
I a
Amnesia: The Note From the Past by x-VincentEbonrose-x, literature
Literature
Amnesia: The Note From the Past
The letter's text, written as it was in a cursive sprawl, held a mystery unto its supposed author who had written it in a sort of fevered rush; and, for the third time that hour alone, he picked up the note again, clearly written with his own hand, and read the text over; such cruelty remained in these words, though they were written, as it seemed, by a past life of his:
Murder this man, Alexander, in cold blood; he's committed experiments on the townsfolk for nigh on thirty and three years; he's done things to them; with any luck," the note continued, "you'll not meet them in your path to Alexander; or, if you must, hide thyself, and flee
Sonata of the Realms by x-VincentEbonrose-x, literature
Literature
Sonata of the Realms
Follow~, follow~~ to the place where the songs are alive, their notes as their limbs, tangible, touchable; where each tune acts as a grace of another, influencing them with notes of their own, each rising and falling, some matching the tempo of another; each one a crescendo of glory, the individual a mind of its own, capable of thoughts of its own.
Wars are not fought, 'battles' a word heard only in the past, and merely that;
Love is a grace most common and true;
Light a being to be revered and sanctified;
Dark a being to be shunned and forgotten.
Follow the sound of this song to this land of elves.
Follow, follow; to the lan
Devious Journal Entry by DragonLover4Ever, journal
Devious Journal Entry
1.YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (first pet & street you grew up on)
Weazil Friendship (ROFLMAO OMG XDD....and Weazil wasn't my "first", but he was my first pet that really was only mine.)
2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Vanilla Oatmeal Scotties (Omg I'm not getting anything good XDDD)
3.YOUR "FLY Guy/Girl" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
Aild
4.YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Lime Dragon
5.YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Marie Elkton
6.YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of you
I never knew how lucky I am.
Back in 6th grade, we didn't care, we weren't going to get to know each other, had no reason to. He was the kid who sat in the corner and I was the kid who was loud and obnoxious. I met him through one of my friends, and even then we didn't care.
A lot of people have been saying it's been the worst school year for them, including 2011. It's been the best for me. I got to really know him, befriend him, love him.
I've been blind to how lucky I am, how much he actually loves me, how much I actually love him. My God, if I lost him, I'd be nothing. And within the next few years, I'll end up moving in with him, becau
/RANT MODE ON
Well I made a new enemy.
My creative writing teacher.
Let's start with yesterday.
x-VincentEbonrose-x (https://www.deviantart.com/x-vincentebonrose-x) squished a spider in hallway with his shoe, and I then touched me with his shoe which made me freak out and kick him, then he felt bad and said sorry so I hugged him.
My teacher saw us hug and shit hit the fan. :shithappens:
"OH MY GOD, I HATE how people MAKE OUT IN MY CLASS! It's DISGUSTING!!!"
._. Really?
So today, Jacob and I were doing our work and she approached us. Mostly me, though. Actually, just me. She didn't really look at Jacob. "I'm tired of you guys being so smeety {the hell that means...} with each
"Don't you love me anymore...?"
The smell is thick on her breath.
"No compassion!"
Her words are heavy, but so are her eyes.
"Democrat slug! You lie just like one! You say you care but you do nothing to prove it!"
I hate you, I hate you, I do.
Why don't you love me, mom?
"Selfish little BITCH!"
My pillow is soaked with my salty warm tears. I'm choking, mom, can't you see? I'm choking on the sobs that you caused me.
"Stop making excuses! Oh, I know nothing? I swear to God...!"
A fist hits the wall, but it's not hers. Ow, ow, ow, this hurt, this hurt.
"Shut UP!"
My throat rumbles with the words, but they keep coming.
"
Hello all! I'm not much of an artist, but I've been convinced that this place is somewhere I can improve my incredibly lacking skills. Expect more literary aspects from me than artistic. ^^
Favourite Visual Artist
Does any renaissance painter count? Oh, and Roy Lichtenstien. If not, then DragonLover4Ever. :3 Love you, Alicia.
Favourite Movies
Inception, Patch Adams, Sherlock Holmes
Favourite TV Shows
Friends, Castle
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
3 Doors Down; Bon Jovi; Van Halen
Favourite Books
Harry Potter (book 6 in particular); The Ink trilogy by Cornelia Funke; The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe
Favourite Writers
Edgar Allen Poe; Neil Gaiman; Cornelia Funke; J.K.Rowling; Stephan King
Favourite Games
DISGAEA!!! :D; Kingdom Hearts 2 (Birth By Sleep, as well)
Favourite Gaming Platform
Playstation 2. Definently feelin' the old-school video game love. :D
Yup, that would be my first group. :B I feel so excited yet, at the same time, I feel really anxious. I don't know whether or not they'll accept me, but at the same time it feels like a whole new world I get to see.
There are so many layers to this community!
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In other news, as soon as I can, I'm going to put up the second bit to Amnesia as soon as I can. I've got it all nice and graded (80-something! The first one got 100%) and reviewed and shtuff, all I have to do is get it onto a file I can use and voila! There it is!
Also, expect to see 'The Marionette Doll' worked into an up-coming Chronicles piece. It's about time I write more fo
^^ Things are coming along nicely with the second part of Amnesia. As soon as I get it back from my Creative Writing teacher, it's going onto here! I'm really pumped for it; people are saying that they really like the piece (those that I've showed it to, I mean), and that they love the style. I myself really like it...and I hope that, for those of you who've read it at all, it's not too confusing to follow. D:
The only reason I'm posting this, in fact, is to let everyone know that I have new stuff coming soon; I'll have Amnesia on here by Monday, and my bonus piece on Thursday. ^^
Thanks for reading!
x-VincentEbonrose-x
Pretty busy week (for me at least). I shouldn't be talking though; I know there are a lot of people out there who submit a lot each week. I really need to start getting into that habit... ^^;
So!
What I'm really trying to say is sorry for not submitting more often. I'm definitely going to work harder to post stuff on here more...even if it is crap.
And if I can get more people's opinions on the Amnesia post from a few days ago, I may start doing a series of them...though I put that in the Artist's comments on there already.
PLEASE
I want opinions! D:
Please!!
S'il vous plait!!
PLEASE,
x-VincentEbonrose-x