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-Laura From Now On- a short story-Laura From Now On- a short story by AlyssaStehle
She flexed her tender aching wings in her sleep. I can’t reach the place where she lays. Reality is such a flexible thing. It changes person to person. What matters is how reality is perceived. Even so, I cannot escape my own reality. I can bend it, and bend it, but it will never be broken. I have an insatiable yearning to shatter this world. I reached though the smoky images floating seconds away. I was reaching for her. She stirred once more and sent ripples though time. Ah, Iris, you’re so beautiful. You don’t know it, but you are.
I curse myself every time this happens. I torture myself. I talk down to myself. I hate myself. I’m so gluttonous. How many innocents must I sacrifice before I am appeased? I don’t know. I can’t stop. I can’t remember when it started. Every time it starts I say, “This will be the last
$5 or 500 points mini bust commission!!EDIT: ONLY 4 SPOTS LEFT!!$5 or 500 points mini bust commission!! by CMoonToon
I am in need of some monies so I'll be opening 10 slots for mini bust commissions! That means a fully colored mini bust of whatever character you like!
it will be in this style, so 5 will fit one page. I'll be doing two pages.
more examples of mini busts:
If you pay $7 (or 700 points) I'll cut your bust out all pretty and ship your bust to you!! but this only applies to people paying by paypal, check or concealed cash
IF YOU BUY A WHOLE PAGE I'LL ONLY CHARGE $20 (or 2000 points) AND I'LL SHIP IT TO YOU FOR FREE again, only if you are paying by paypal, check or concealed cash
Page 2: SOLD
winter.you held me, youwinter. by AzureNebulae
held onto me like a child
that is overtired and moody,
you cradled me into warmth
that felt less familiar than the chill
which now passes through my window
blows dust away from my eyes
and you keep them open
pushing the eyelids back to see me
blurry-eyed and screaming
-please, please you must come home
don't leave me alone again-
but you did and did again and again
so i taught myself to fly
and i flew,
i flew without you, i flew
like those snowy owls we watched wade
through the wintery wind
and peck the sky to find the mice
with their silhouettes, glistening
and their ears [listening--
why must they be the prey?]
pricked up waiting for the moon to say goodnight
and the sun to say good day
but they never do, to they?
those mice, blinded by butchers
and eaten by snakes
but at least they can't see the way dawn turns to dusk
summer to winter
young to old
and this black curtain concludes the magic show
the way it swishes around coffins
after life's production has ended,
our walls are too thinsitting togetherour walls are too thin by insomniaplague
you can hear my heart hitting
against my chest like a broom to the ceiling
& the neighbor upstairs
begins to scream
the wind breaks a hole in my skull
you can hear my thoughts:
words whispered in paper rooms
& you have a cup to my ear
i am 16 now
but sometimes we forget that
we are not teapots or socks in the wastebasket
& the holes in our heads are not signs of well-worn affection
passion is a sinA faith-healerpassion is a sin by insomniaplague
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'A Stranger by poetic-headache
dripped off his thin lips.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.
'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'
'you'll vanish today,'
to sticks of flesh and bone.
'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'
a harsh white sky.
spume and spray
like a too-taunt sheet.
longing for dreams.
pulling me down.
shining and smooth:
like the last moments
of falling asleep.
'i want you to stay a stranger.'
PleaseI'm bashing on your doorPlease by HystericalNapoleon
The lights are on
I know you're in there
Why won't you open up to me?
Please, I just want to help
I know it's cold outside
You're worried that if you come out
You'll get frostbite
But I'm there to loan you my coat
So please, I just want to help
You've been hurt to many times
You're hiding in your fortress of cynicism and sarcasm
But I can see you through the window
I can see the real you
Please, I won't judge for being who you really are
|Hello, all members of Insomnia Artist |
I hope everyone is having fun and enjoying their time
This is just a very simple reminder ^^
The gallery has now been divided into Folders, please make sure that you do submit your work to the right folder of where it should belong to.
as its name implies; here is where you'll submit any work that has to do with manipulating photos
you're a writer; then this is your Folder! ^^ long Stories, short stories, poems, fanfiction- etc
for anything that has been drawn and colored digitally, with a tablet or even a mouse
pencil, water colors, markers, or any other traditional medium ^_^
if the folders above did not match with your work; then submit it in here! ^^
As for the Featured folder; this is where the I-A staff will feature the best of works done by our dear members.
Your ArtWork must be made at night
Only up to 2 submissions per week
Any kind of work is accepted, but please do follow the code
Be nice towards each other!
Thank you for reading
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