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Globe PrincessUpon her purple chair, Felicity watched. She was a fairy princess with pink dress holding onto her wand tightly. Despite smiling, inside she had a desperate need for reach out to those who walked past. Instead, theyd approach her, turn her upside and shake. When the glitter drifted down past her face, so did tears.Globe Princess


Threadbare DollPlaying with threadbare doll, Hestia waits along a dusty path of rubble and dim lights. The child hums, sweetly, her own rhythmic fantasy adhered; absent from the night of gunfire and blood.Threadbare Doll
High above on waning clouds the Goddess is weeping; she reaches for the girl-- the hearth of home is extinguished. And the threadbare doll has pleasure as she dances between little grey pebbles and the hands of the child.
Playing with threadbare doll, Hestia waits The child will soon see her. The barefoot child with dirty d


Catkuwrimo 20091.Catkuwrimo 2009
witnessed by stars cheshire cat smiles
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snow discovery! kitten dislikes cold taste
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lolling by fire paws tickle warm air
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mew from kitchen-- empty bowl, again
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a cat does not
appreciate delicate rose petals
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window protection the cat watches curious world
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Little black cat, lily pollen: orange stripe
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wicked claws strike
| My own writings on deviantArt are often experiments gone wrong. |


Memoirs of John KeatsThe Memoirs of John Stiffpocket KeatsMemoirs of John Keats
11th July
Yo diary,
The name is Keats. You call me by no other name. Tis the name of my dad, my dads dad and all the other dads down the line, yknow? Tis that one name that I go by. You call me Keats or I sock you. Right there. In the kisser. Hah.
Kay. Now lets get down to business. I hang around at the White Daisy pub with my mates. We call ourselves the Big Six. Were the maddest badasses in downtown London. You gotta meet Percy man. Percy Shelley. Hes the man! Hes a bit of an ideal


TildaWhen I was six, my dad started going out with a woman called Laura. As soon as he told me about her, I decided that I wasnt going to like her, but somehow Dad knew I had decided that and told me to give her a chance.Tilda
I still miss your mum, he said, and I still love her very much, just like you do. But I love Laura as well, and it isnt her fault your mum died, so you mustnt take it out on her. She doesnt want to be your mother - she only wants to be your friend. And I think you should let her try.
It was very difficult for me t


anorexia nervosa. _part one a. There is something you should know about me, before we begin:anorexia nervosa. _part one
I have anorexia nervosa.
b. The denial was thick.
Anorexics, I believed, were skinny girls with even skinnier bones, combing their falling-out hair against mirrors where they appear as a sliver of a profiled coin, dying as the air beats them and hating their folded-paper bodies. Anorexics, I thought, had to be girls who achieve your standard perfect grades and are incredibly athletically-gifted, all the while going on zero calories for days at a time.


anorexia nervosa. _part two o. I lean back against the rim of my bed and dig my feet as far into the floor as the carpet will allow. The panic leaves me like an ocean wave, scraping up against the sand of my head and leaving me breathless. I want to hurt something. My arms settle neatly around the other, touching on my wrists, rubbing down my forearms, clenching my hands together.anorexia nervosa. _part two
Someone should have shot me as soon as I made it out of the womb, I think, and my hands settle around my neck.
p. Sometimes, I broke.
There were two months where,
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SisyphusSISYPHUS, or the Captive KingSisyphus
A play in the style of the Greek tragedies
ACT ONE
Dramatis Personae:
THANATOS, god of death SHADE of a fallen soldier CHORUS of shades SISYPHUS, former king of Corinth GLAUCUS, son of Sisyphus and Merope a KER, or spirit of violent death BELLEROPHON, son of Glaucus and grandson of Sisyphus GERAS, god of old age MEROPE, wife of Sisyphus; one of the Pleiades
The setting is Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld, where SISYPHUS has been condemned to roll a boulder to the top of a hill for the rest
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Since 2005 `Beccalicious has graced the writing community with her infectious positivity. From her own work to her critiques and advice to her peers, she brings an attitude many of us could learn a thing or two from.
She also is committed to helping keep her little section of the world clean and organized, going out of her way to let us know when there are things in the wrong place, making the writing categories just that much better for everyone.
On top of all that she provides a lot of insightful journals full of advice and resources for aspiring writers from all walks.
Drop by her page and say hi to Becca, and wish her congrats on deviousness for June of 2008!| Hello! I am `Beccalicious aka Becca, Becs, Rebecca, dumpy or grumpy. Welcome to my userpage! I circulate the literature community mostly, and love reading and writing and seeing what other's on here have to offer! I also appreciate artwork simply because I could never do half of the amazing work I find on here! As a writer, my main focus is on Scriptwriting and Writing for Performance, most of what I produce doesn’t appear on dA though. I also enjoy writing prose, and dabble in poetry although I struggle with poetry. What I like to use dA for is to explore new things in writing, have a go at forms, genres and style that perhaps I am not too familiar with. It is about having a bit of fun and learning at the same time because the skills you obtain from trying new things may not have worked in test, but continue throughout other elements of your writing. I have tried dabbling at other art forms, but I can barely draw a tree so the efforts have not been too grand! I have however recently got a camcorder so may attempt making short films in the near future! If you ever want to chat, come find me in :#getlit: or send me a note! I am always willing to help answer any questions you may have. |
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...This too, shall pass...
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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
My mind is on a strange level mixed between unemployment depression and the stress of keeping all my other comitments looking good. What is on the mind of a Jon-law?
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Also of course I'm writing. How's nano? I doubt there'll ever be a year when I don't already have a novel to work on, so I'll have to live vicariously on this one.
I'll spare the platitudes. Some stretches of life just plain suck and there's nothing you can do about it but endure. What power you do have, exert. Write; submit; if and when the well goes dry then read like a motherfucker to refill it.
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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
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#Writers-Workshop
$spyed "there is no wrath like the wrath of deviantART Lit with a valid complaint."
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