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From the group Inspired-Authors!
KentLaiton :thumb279151928:
FreyaCarwen :thumb344967219:
CosmicKitten89
Lechinmaru :thumb330706936:
Killereria
DragonflyLite
wdnest
TheBlondeReaper
Star-chaser97
From the group Inspired-Authors!
KentLaiton :thumb279151928:
FreyaCarwen :thumb344967219:
CosmicKitten89
Ocean NostalgaeI pine to see the sky's blue brand of cheer
Reflect upon the looking glass of sea,
Its waves and ripples cannot travel through
The amber sea to make their way to me.
Coast-dwellers find that they miss nothing more
Than ocean, when their lives diverge from shore
Although the tides brewed gray with storm before,
Nostalgia, its golden-tinted lens
In retrospect, blocks fog from days of yore.
In places what you seek you cannot find,
Home's not a place-home's just a state of mind.
Lechinmaru :thumb330706936:
Killereria
Cowboys at Dusk Part 1 (re-write)The desert can be a magical place, one for someone to find themselves and start a new life. But just as I can be magical it can be deadly. Many have travelled west to the plains in search of land to stake claims for their farms or business over half wouldn't cross the mountains and of those who tried half would never be seen again.
This tale of Cowboys and Vampires is a short one but takes place in the Colorado plains during an exceptionally warm summer. The cacti are shriveling and the dirt has turned almost to sand. One town in particular was feeling the heat as they struggled to beat it. They had been there for years and many of the buildings were falling apart.
I've travelled from town to town over the last three years of my life. There's a rumor of Vampires roaming around the western plains. If they are true then I'd like to see one for myself. They aren't natural but perhaps they are save-able. My name Is Richter Fidres, and I'm an outlaw. I'm running from my home to find a new p
DragonflyLite
The Rose Princess (OLD)
In the back of a musty, threadbare old car, a small girl sat squashed between three of her five elder siblings. They were all sitting somberly, the silence interspersed by occasional quips of broken conversation that went nowhere. She said nothing. She wanted desperately to look at her for-now new home, but could barely move for the other children. There was nothing to do but be choked by the too-tight seat belt and wait until her parents came to get them out.
Five year old Rhiannon Baronoff's father was a veterinarian; Dr. Andrew Baronoff. Or rather, he had been until a few months before then. To the adult world, revoking his license was justified- animals had been dying in his care that shouldn't have died, and shady characters loitered in the halls of his clinic, perhaps hoping to acquire cadavers for their mysterious experiments. But for a sheltered child who until then had held only admiration for her father, the people who had taken his job away where the monsters hiding i
wdnest
Through the Rose Coloured GlassesIt is peaceful now
Without the thunder
Without the rain
And the constant disaster
Which is -- knowing you
I told myself to hang on
That you needed and loved me
With all the passion I did you
Somehow thought -- as your true love
But now, as the rose coloured
Glasses appear on the bench
I see no more hassles
No more weird moments
No being left on the
Roadside with some excuse
That truly does not make
Any sense
No more lies
No blaming me for the
Unusual things you do
No more feeling like its
"All my fault"
It is peaceful now
Without your love to prove
Thanks for the time
Thanks for the memories
But peace is where it shall be.
TheBlondeReaper
Mature Content
Star-chaser97
HopeRains of tears drench the land
Rivers flood to their banks
Oceans rage, swallowing everything
Lakes can't be still
Grey clouds part to sun
A ribbion of colors show
The sign of hope is here
and is forever more.
Let's See If I've Changed Any...
Since the last time I was active on here, about a year ago, let's see if I've changed at all from how you all remember me. And by you all I mean the two people who actually talk to me on here XD
BASIC...
Name: DJ
Birthday: July.
Height: let's just say tall -cough- 7'4" -cough-
Weight: let's just say a lot -cough cough cough- 230lbs -cough cough cough-
Eye Color: light blue (Though I usually have to wear contacts if I go outside that make them look darker, I'm able to see again though so yyyaaayyy no more surgeries!)
Hair Color: black
Race: Egyptian/Scandinavian
Zodiac Sign: No idea and don't feel like Googling it.
DO YOU...
Drink?
Been almost a year since I was on last.
So I decided to check my nearly forgotten about deviantART account, and I began reading through some of my old journals and I realized how much I've changed since only a year ago. I do not really do any art now and I hardly have time to write but U do occasionally. My life mostly revolves around work and my little makeshift family. I feel more, grown up I guess you could say. I have lately been wanting to try my hand at art again and get back in touch of some of my good friends on here. There are no promises as of right now but I will start checking this account about once a month if not more. Maybe I'll even start posting some of the crappy
Keeping Account
Mostly just to view my friends' art and stay in contact with you all. I might, maybe, eventually, post again, but I don't when, if ever.
Might Delete Account
I just don't get on here anymore. I might delete this one and just leave dA indefinitely. Or I might delete this account and set up a new solely to stay in contact with a couple of good friends on here. One way or the other I'm pretty sure that I won't be on this account anymore.
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Oh my, thanks so much for featuring The Distorted Howl! It's much appreciated!