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Elekindra - novel WIP excerpts

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heartsong

she does this thing with her voice where she opens her mouth and what comes out isn’t so much sound isn’t so much words as it is heartrending heartache heartsick heartsong straight to my soul. her voice vibrates my bones like bass, like brass booming, like heartthrob lovesick heartbeat brilliance her voice swoons me her voice wounds me her voice loves me, drugs me, kills me I want her voice in my head in my heart in my soul, in the very ridges of my fingerprints until I am so full of her that when I open my own mouth my own voice can do nothing but sing back… sing her my heartstringbroken heart, and hope

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Poetry

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graduation day

Bathed in the russet and rose light of dawn, Elekindra City shines as bright as a crown jewel. Castle Elekindra glows golden in the warm, low-angled light of daybreak, its ivory spires glittering coldly high above the rust-colored stone of its high walls. The towering mountains to the north, still mostly cloaked in darkness, loom in the distance like misers while the glimmering sea laps at the city’s feet. It’s rare for me to get to see the city like this - soft and beautiful in the warm dawn. Usually I’m up well before the night has even had a chance to turn grey, but today is different. Today, I will finally become a full-fledged officer of the Elite Guard. Today, I will become… a new me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and suddenly I’m impatient for the sun to find its heat. Elekindra is hot at the best of times, and usually the cooler night is a welcome reprieve from the oppressive heat of the day. Today, there is a chill in my bones that I can’t seem to

Events: NaPoWriMo, Prose-ject, Flash Fiction Month

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graduation day

Bathed in the russet and rose light of dawn, Elekindra City shines as bright as a crown jewel. Castle Elekindra glows golden in the warm, low-angled light of daybreak, its ivory spires glittering coldly high above the rust-colored stone of its high walls. The towering mountains to the north, still mostly cloaked in darkness, loom in the distance like misers while the glimmering sea laps at the city’s feet. It’s rare for me to get to see the city like this - soft and beautiful in the warm dawn. Usually I’m up well before the night has even had a chance to turn grey, but today is different. Today, I will finally become a full-fledged officer of the Elite Guard. Today, I will become… a new me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and suddenly I’m impatient for the sun to find its heat. Elekindra is hot at the best of times, and usually the cooler night is a welcome reprieve from the oppressive heat of the day. Today, there is a chill in my bones that I can’t seem to

Flash Fiction

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Short Stories

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storm eyes

there is an untold narrative behind the storm clouds in your eyes; (and it’s like I can almost, almost hear you but the sound of thunder always drowns you out) I sometimes wonder if that’s why you always seem to find peace in the raging thunderstorms here - I know 25 minutes into the downpour, I can always find you watching, rapt (from the comfort of our ancient, creaking metal balcony) as the heavens scream and bleed and pour out their hearts to you; (the porch screams and the sky screams and inside, I know you are screaming, s c r e a m i n g too) & did you know, dear, that the way rainbows dance like iridescence on last nig

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cursive lines

sometimes I wonder what it is beneath my ribs that beats and flutters so and rises with the words of a crooning song,          the lyrics a cry for freedom,          the notes a bid for flight it feels as though it wants to burst, as if         (if it swells any more) I will rise on its current floating away in the wind, the freest bird in the sky but the cold of the world drags me down; the beat within the white cage labors on,          the fluttery throb of hope          all but lost for though I reach out, my fing

DLDs

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Crying Sun - Harry X Luna, Part 3 TEASER

The roar and rush of the trains that flew by always caused the little diner to shake and tremble all the way down to its very foundations.  Even the tables and tea cups would vibrate, and sometimes she’d spill her tea if she wasn’t careful.  But despite all of that, Luna loved the little place.  She sat, sipping her tea and looking out over the rim to watch Harry reading a copy of The Daily Prophet. The pictures weren’t moving since the diner was muggle-owned, but she could read the headlines on the page that faced her: BRIDGE COLLAPSE: DEATH TOLL RISES and HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE?  Her eyes flicked up to study his fac

Commissions

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Naruto and Sakura - the Final Form of Friendship

Takes place at around episode 218. Naruto looked up at the great gate of the Hidden Leaf Village and sighed in relief.  Only once before did he remember returning to the village this tired and discouraged: when Kakashi had carried him home after his fight with Sasuke in the Final Valley.  Both times he had returned empty-handed and discouraged to have failed in bringing his best friend home again.  His face fell when that thought again crossed his mind for the millionth time.  The entire way back to the village, he had helplessly watched as his most recent fight with Sasuke replayed through his mind over and over again, torturing him with th

FanFiction

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piano lessons

I always notice the pianos, now. Cowering under drapes in corners with chipped keys and broken pedals, or resting on raised daises, too clean and reflective to possibly be used every day, they serve as constant reminders of my failure. There are three in my parents’ house. (I still remember mama yelling down the basement stairs at me to start my practice-time over again – she could always hear the silence of my laziness.) There are two in the common rooms of my dorm. (I can hear the playing even from outside, beyond the old brick walls; a boy with slender fingers and a smile at the corner of his mouth makes me catch my breath

Misc. Stuff

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Memories

He startled her as he came around the bend, emerging from the small copse of trees like a wraith emerging from a deep shadow.  She stopped walking and stared at him, her heartbeat quickening in fright. But as he stepped into the light of the street lamp that stood only a few feet behind her, she realized his face was familiar. "Hayden?" she asked hesitantly, the incredulity and utter shock at his being there evident in her voice. "Hey, Kisa," he said, a slight smile turning up the corners of his mouth.  There was a familiar light in his brown eyes that warmed her heart in the remembering.  They had not been close friends; even so, seeing h

Shitty Old Stuff

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