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Published: Jul 29, 2014

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Small story writer. I write short stories and fan-fiction with my own unique twist. I am also a photographer of plants and animals, if the animals stand still long enough.
NordicsxReader - Finding AvalonA/N:
Okay, for those of you unfamiliar with the myths of King Arthur, Avalon is supposed to be where Arthur's soul went after his death, from which he will be resurrected when he is needed once again. If you go by Stargate, its place that the Ancients ascend to. Same difference really, it's the area for souls of wizards, witches and great and noble people through history to collect where they are safe. (from what I know of the myths)
Now, the Reader is the personification of Avalon, an island that sits in the North Sea between England and Norway (for the purpose of the fic)as they are two magical powerbases in the Hetalia world.For the fic, it's home to witches an wizards from all over the world that haven't always died to get there, but some have been resurrected on the island.
Any questions/issues? Leave a comment if so. Other than that, enjoy the story.
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You manoeuvred through the crowds that were making their way towards the crashed plane, Sherlock Girl - Best BirthdaySophia yawned, glaring at her alarm to make it stop. She couldn't even remember why she'd set it in the first place, it was the middle if the Easter holidays. As if hit by lightning, Sophia shot out of bed and turned her alarm off, having remembered why she set.
So she didn't sleep too late on her birthday.
Normally she would just lie there, possibly just get a decent lie in to make sure she spent the least time with her father that was humanly possible on the one day she could celebrate something. This year was different though, because this year she was lucky to make it to her birthday, but being pushed off the top of a building hadn't helped that.
"Happy Birthday!" Eve exclaimed, pushing Sophia's bedroom door open. The teen, which she could now be classed as because it was her thirteenth birthday, turned to her friend with a huge grin.
Eve handed the gift over and Sophia sat back on her bed, Eve dropping down beside her. Swiftly pulling the purple wrapping paper off, Sophia found a Doctor Who short storyThe Doctor's niece
The Doctor was thrown against the control panel as the TARDIS burst into life.
"Where are you taking me?! I can't do this anymore, I can't find anyone else in case I lose them! Leave me where I was!" he shouted at the ceiling, but the TARDIS continued on it's path.
The Doctor started flipping switches and pulling levers to stop, but they flipped themselves back into position. The Time Lord sat back in his seat and returned to sulking, looking at the bronze Walls around him as the TARDIS landed with a shudder. It wasn't long before he grabbed his coat and walked out of the TARDIS doors, his curiosity finally getting the better of him, finding himself surrounded by oddly shaped houses.
"Why has she brought me here?" he asked himself as he closed the door. He stopped, leaning against the door as he closed his eyes and listened.
"That's why" he muttered to himself, "A Time Lord distress signal, she picked it up when I was occupied thinking about everything else, brought

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I am a writer, looking for ideas and things to sound poetic about~
To YouTo the girl I saw
With the sad, sad eyes.
To the boy I met
Who wasn't allowed to cry.
To the man I saw
Who was falsely accused.
To the woman I met
Who was badly abused.
This is my ode to you
For you live on despite it.
I'm so proud of you
For you can still fight it.
The world is against you,
But it's not your fault.
It's just the way
This world was taught.
So live on, live on,
Don't you give up here.
It gets better later,
The light is near.
I believe in you,
I know you can make it.
I'll reach out my hand,
If you need it, just take it.
You're special,
You're important,
You're not invisible,
You exist,
And you'll be fine. AddictedI'm addicted
To his
Sweet smile
And his
Bright laugh.
I'm addicted
To his
Rough hands
And his
Sudden kisses.
I'm addicted
To his
Strong arms
And his
Bad jokes.
I'm addicted
To his
Stubborn will
And his
Dark eyes.
I'm addicted
To him. I Fell AsleepI fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.

~ I am awesome. End of story. Good talk.
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~ Gossip and whispersMurmuring, murmuring still
Whispering those whispers behind my ear
What the hell is wrong with you, thinking I won't hear?!
Do you really think me stupid?
Do you fully believe I'm deaf to everything going on?
Well honey, let me pull up a chair and prove you wrong.
Take a seat and have some tea while my eyes narrow in suspicion while you sip.
Pandora has opened her box long ago,
but locked up Hope if you recall.
She never got off of her lazy behind to retrieve the released evils so it seemed.
That crafted fool makes me want to laugh as my hands close around her pale neck.
Good for causing trouble with one hand and cooking breakfast with the other.
Seriously, it's all because of her we even have gossip and the other accomplices in the first place as the myth goes, right?
And that's another thing, karma can catch up to you quicker than you think.
So quit assuming that you're so sly and slick like some crafty fox!
Quit blaming those already falsely-crafted words on another when at least on PoisonHazel eyes cautiously glance at the heart-shaped vial
After mere moments hesitation, she takes her first sip
Those precious little bottom and upper "tulips"
Instantly, fingers hitting what reads "Dial"
Is this a moment of denial?
Or should one be equip(ped)?
With antidotes, medicare, or a whip?
Unless perhaps this is all simply a trial.
A trial or what, one may ask as curiousity raises the brows of many.
Why if this is poison in the first place; if the drinker was deluded
Was the toxin harmful to the mind or heart, or none at all?
This so called venom is not just one of any kind,
but instead, opposing to favored, being unsuited.
Why I believe my dear, with you as my infection, I am high up the walls. SecretsVision starts to blur once he is mentioned.
The mind feels weak and delusional, an easy target for attackers.
Watery, strangely figured waves gradually turn crimson...and we wonder why.
The hands are lifted, the hands of the criminal, stained with metallic crimson liquid.
Was he the culprit? Or the wrongly framed?
Does anyone truly know other than the one with lips sewn shut with threads created by the Moirai?
What is it with these secrets hidden when they are all the more exposed to who is all around?!
Was there truly a point in such ridiculous profanities that escaped sewn lips somehow?
They do no good..only the contrary of reopening the same scar that only started to heal a day ago.
How can they erase these memories..these records..in that mind..comparing to an openly written novel in the midst of a candlelit room before its single light was snuffed by wind.
And this very novel..is it published?
No..a mere drafted work to which even the author continues to work in secrecy whi

~ Not exactly a hobbyist, but therapeutic writing wasn't an option. Self-doubting white girl with a tendency to obsess over stuff, which I take out on... formerly paper, nowadays my DA page.
As long as you don't attempt to "cheer me up" or get all religious on me, we'll get along well. Tell me what's your poison and I... won't exactly tell who you are, but pour you a round and tell a good story, 'kay?
WitchA pair of soft feet above ground,
running away from this world -
moments ago they were bound,
now they are free like a bird.
Ancient runes are carved on her skin:
knowledge that stirred Jesus' wrath.
She couldn't deny the blood within,
but here ends her forbidden path.
The dance slows, the struggle ceases,
the white feet now point straight down.
'Round the tree the crowd rejoices:
faith restored in God and Crown.
On her face a blissful smile
belies the blank, faded eyes:
a child hidden in the forest
learns about the holy lies... poems at workGhost Love
Meet me at the walnut tree, angel of the needle -
dance clad in the light of the moon, wild street-flower dear.
Scattered to the wind and the earth, return to the cradle -
I listen to the wide Southern sky: 'tis the mothership I hear?
The Current
Someone stole my wings, but I must learn to fly.
They kick me in the heart and wonder why I cry.
The current will erase every wrong I have been done -
and grant me my rest, when the doubts are gone.
Female Condition
Just a hole for them to stick it in:
no heart, no mind, this is what I am.
This is not what I want to be -
but this is the only thing they see.
Another man posing as a friend -
another night, yearning for the end.
And regrets grow like the noxious weeds
in unkempt gardens of nature's misdeeds...
Just a whore - that is what they see.
Just a hole - is there no more to me?
Tell me why did you have to pretend,
if you'd just use me like your hand.
I liked you until you "liked" me.
Maybe I should set mysel The Huntress' FuryShe named him Fury. He was no different from any of his siblings: old and war-worn, yet still functional and highly prized by those fond of things with a story behind them. The same tried design, the same lines and mechanisms - except for one thing.
He was aware. And this was because his creators made him with a specific purpose. They deliberately copied the Enemy's iconic weapon and imbued it with their own spirit. That was his story. That made him Fury - a direct descendant of the Greek she-devils and a precursor to Eumenides' demon who rode the stars: a link in the unbroken chain of war-ravaged centuries, of bitter, vengeful generations.
She loved this Kongsberg-Colt, loved him with all her heart - for on the ground of shared hatred germinates the most tenacious blossom of love. He whispered into her ears at night:

~ I discovered a passion for writing at the same time I found out about this site and WOW! Everyone here is so talented and it makes me realize I have much to learn..
Stupid Cupid

Dear Cupid,

A little target practice seems in place.
Or maybe the arrow was suppose to hit.
If I was wrong and that's not the case;
I say learn how to aim you little shit.

Bet you had fun putting me through hell.
Sure, leave my love life to a toddler.
I guess that would end well.
I knew from the start, so why do I bother?

To me you are just another weeping angel.
That arrow wasn't planned for me.
But did you have to rip it out so painful,
Instead of telling it wasn't meant to be?

The reason for this hate filled letter;
It's your insufferable fate, to never find a soulmate.
Your words not mine, yet to me they don't matter.
Because I'm out of fucks to give I'm afraid..

Just get heat seeking arrows of any kind.
So they won't pinch a heart as cold as mine.
Oh, and P.S just to remind;
Try hitting us bot LoveIf hugs were seconds, I'd send you hours.
If touches were raindrops, I'd send you showers.
If smiles were days, I'd send you you my life.
If feelings were marriage, I'd make you my wife.
If snuggles were warmth, I'd send you the sun.
If kisses were kilos, I'd send you a ton.
If emotions were darkness, I'd send you the night.
If trust were sparkles, I'd send you the light.
If happiness were water, I'd send you the sea.
If love was a person, I'd send you me. 21st century childThe most important thing I've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is to never Never NEVER
let them come near your computer screen ever.

Oh yes, I know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
They will spend their entire day
Texting and clicking and typing away, but hey!
At least you can wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
What this social media and whatnot
Does it your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!!
HIS POWERS OF THINKIN

~ A casual writer who is now serious and professional. I love fantasy, sci fi, superheroes, and wrestling and plan to write in all of those topic areas!My first two first draft manuscripts are finished and still posted FREE here on deviantART. I hope people continue to enjoy them and look forward to the next novels in the series.
:thumb449173047: The Man and the CatLet me tell you a story about a man and his cat.
The man was ill and so was his cat. One was ravaged by disease, the other by age. They still loved each other, though. The man would say that he could not live without his cat and that to see her die would break his heart. The cat could not speak her heart but, to anyone with eyes to see and a heart to feel, she felt the same. Neither wished to outlive the other.
The man grew sicker and so too did the cat. Each struggled on, unable to bear parting from the other. It was a scene that filled their family's heart with conviction in love's power and a scene that tore vicious rends in that self-same heart as the race against the Grim Reaper dragged on.
Finally, one evening, shocking even those most-learned and caring doctors who looked after the pair, the man died. His family wept and tore at their hair in their grief. The cat could not shed tears as men do. She could not tear at her

~ I am the king of all dark lords,and I am looking for the five magical items containing the power to turn me into an ultimate dark lord.If you have any information on these items contact me.

Mature Content

Denki, Yami, Hikari, Kasai! Chapter 1Godly Awakening!
Our story took place on a post apocalyptic Earth, where a team of five elemental aliens was on a mission to stop a nuclear reactor from exploding. This team consisted of four girls and two boys, the boys controlled the elements, electricity, and fire, and as such, were all yellow, and all red. The yellow male was the leader.
The leader looked over his team, "Alright, Red and I can take this alone." He said, using the code-name.
Red nodded.
"Be careful, you two." The blue girl said.
The duo explore the place for ten minute before finally finding the core.
"Finally found it!" Red said, "Now, let's fix this thing!"
Yellow nodded, and they tried all that they could, but to no avail. Once they realized that they couldn't do it, they tried to escape, but they ran too late, and got caught up in the explosion.
The leader hear Denki,Yami,Hikari,Kasai!Ch.11 The Trials Of God!2Kami: Alright,what's next God?
God: The trial of trust.Go!
With Megami...
Kasai: Kami told me he hates you Megami.
Megami: (Charges Her Hand With Electricity)Who are you?
???: I am an enemy from your future.
Megami: Grr.
???: I'll see you later!
God: Megami,you have passed the second trial.
Megami: Great!Teleport me back please.
God: Alright.
With Kami...
Mizu: Megami Told me she hates you.
Kami: Well I told Megami that you're not the real Mizu.
Mizu: Why do you say that?
Kami: Two reasons,One the real Mizu would have called her "Mistress Megami",and for two Mizu would never lie about Megami.So,who are you?
???: I'm the purest form of D.L.J. and Dark L.J....I...am...Dark Lord J.!
Kami: Well,Dark Lord J. what do you want from me?
Dark Lord J.: From you?Nothing.What I want is in Megami's hands.
Kami: What do you want from Megami?
Jasper: I want an artifact that she's about to receive.
Kami: Oh.Hey why did your voice just change?
Jasper: I'm the other half of Dark Lord J. and I come from

~ Im just a 15 year old girl with dreams about the future, just like a everybody else. I Like drawing, writting, making music, anything that helps me speak my mind out loud. Good at a lot of things, master of nothing. My mind is free as long as I feel like it. Im a Dreamer, Sailor of my mind, captain of my own dreams: I live in the 21st century, but my mind still wanders in the victorian streets of the England's 19th century while my dreams pop out of the corners of an utopic steampunk future.
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~ Mushrooms. Part 1.Elyra's pointed ears brushed past the lowest leaves of the hedge that grew along the city walls. Underneath the hedge, there was a gap that was large enough to let people in to harvest the mushrooms that grew in this dark, dank area. This place made her feel comfortable. She sat still for awhile, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark. Once she was able to see again, she began picking the mushrooms. In class they had talked about the names of the mushrooms, but she had been more interested in other things.
Back in their homeland, the elders said that they had had magic, rituals and all other manner of things. They’d been a fierce people, almost daring their opponents to attack. Now without their specially forged metal and glass, without their pomp and magic, they kept quiet and mostly to themselves. They were wary. Elyra continued picking mushrooms, stealing a few for herself. Their life was okay here, they had enough to eat, and it wasn't too dangerous. Still, there was an air

~ I am Masterofstorms17! And i am a writer who has written some books and plans on turning his books into an anime!
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I am a visual and written poetress and aspiring musician. I am going to university for a ba degree in english literature with minors in political science and religious studies. Much of this is reflected in my work.
only i fall or i leaveonly in love with being obsessed
i, a faded falling leaf:
fall then leave.
or is it that i,m obsessed with being in love?
i, a jaded stalking grief:
leave then fall. she whispered sweet nothingi miss you in moments;
where you are
a kiss on my shoulder
a finger trailed along my thigh.
i miss you in moments;
where i have to wonder
what it means that i don,t think
of you during the rest of my day.
i miss you in moments:
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~ My name is Jay. I am an aspiring comedian and writer. My writing style is like this: I know how the story begins, I know how it ends, I know major points so I just start from the beginning and take off. Its kind of a like an organized stream of consciousness where I just write and see what happens. that probably sounds like something a rookie would do but then again, that is one of the reasons I am on DA: to get better at writing.
Taste For AdventureGraham woke up the same time every morning. 8:37 A.M. It was something that she had done over and over and over again since she was taken in by the priests. As she opened her eyes and took in the sight of the bright light pouring in from the window, highlighting her blue and white quilt and the wooden floor of her quarters, she had a strong urge to just keep right on sleeping. But she couldn’t just sleep the day away; for the same reason why she didn’t anyday. she had duties to attend to in the monastery.
Sluggishly, she sat up and wiped the clumped up hair out of her eyes. She pushed away the thick quilt and pulled her feet out from underneath, allowing her to swing around and place them by her bedside. she stood up and stretched a little, attempting to purge the last bit of sleepiness from her body. She stared out the somewhat dirty glass of the large window just by her bed. Outside was Asphodel, arguably one of the prettiest regions in the land.
Fingers of continental la SH!FT: Introduction

Nothing. That’s what the man felt. Nothing. Not the kind of nothing where there are no emotions. The kind where you aren’t taking in the sights you see in your eyes, the sounds you hear in your ears, taking the data that your body, the piece of mechanical ingenuity that it is, and not looking over it, not studying or observing the things you see. He was just lying there, with nothing else to do.
The reason behind this was simple….there was nothing to feel. For who knows how long the unnamed figure had been lying down on the hard wooden floor staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t remember anything. He couldn’t remember where he was, how much time had passed, what he was doing, what had happened to cause him to end up here. He couldn’t remember faces, names, events, stories, ideas. He couldn’t remember when he had woken up or why he was asleep to begin with. He couldn’t even remember his own name.
He was not quite sure at what time did he

~ I'm a writer in the making who's trying to get the word out before releasing my first book later this year. Also I tend to fiddle around with various things. For example, right now it's recoloring Pokemon sprites and small bits of pixel art.
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