To the lovely people over the last year that have watched me, I apologise.
I have seen my writing stolen too many times to continue posting it. Today marked the fifth time I have seen one of my plots used to make up for someone else's laziness.
I put a lot of time and effort into my fan fiction (even the unedited drabbles), and it is, perhaps, the most insulting thing for someone to swoop in and just copy and paste it and claim it as theirs.
I will continue to write. However, I will not be putting it up on deviantART. The quality of writing here is not up to my standards, and if I'm just going to get ripped off anyway, there is little p
APH: On Your Shore by TheMysticPopTart, literature
Literature
APH: On Your Shore
November 21, 1620. It was bitterly cold, a precursor of the winter ahead. But joy resonated through the tiny colony, for they had reached the New World at last. Arthur understood the sentiment, but still resented these people whom he viewed as deserters. He was still unsure as to why the king had sent him; he knew he wouldn't be staying - he couldn't. Already his heart longed for Britain, for home.
The first few weeks were harsh, and many died. They made unintentional trouble with the local people, looting through a town they had assumed deserted. Unable to build homes before the winter snows came, they were forced to winter on the
"Germany! Germanyyyyyy!" Ludwig sighed. At least Feliciano's voice wasn't shrill or nasally. He'd have killed the small Italian a long time ago otherwise.
"What, Italy." This was the fifth time in the last hour he'd been interrupted from his paperwork, and he was starting to get a headache. Why he didn't just kick Italy out was beyond even his own comprehension.
"I found a kitty." Oh god. "But it's stuck up in a tree, and I felt bad for it, you see! I'd climb up and get it myself, but it looks scary!" Ludwig just stared at Feliciano.
"So, since it's scary, you want me to risk life and limb by going up myself. Am I getting th
I Believe in Santa Claus by TheMysticPopTart, literature
Literature
I Believe in Santa Claus
I believe in Santa Claus. Not as a real, live Jolly Old Elf, but more as a concept. Santa Claus is a certain special something that resides in all of us, at least to some degree.
How do I know Santa exists? I see him, every time the old guy across the street, down to the last ten dollars of his social-security check, puts his loose change for the week in the Salvation Army kettle. I see him when a mother takes her young children to ring bells for said kettles. I see him every time there is good in the world, especially considering how little good there is to begin with.
I see Santa every time someone holds the door, or offers to take s
To the lovely people over the last year that have watched me, I apologise.
I have seen my writing stolen too many times to continue posting it. Today marked the fifth time I have seen one of my plots used to make up for someone else's laziness.
I put a lot of time and effort into my fan fiction (even the unedited drabbles), and it is, perhaps, the most insulting thing for someone to swoop in and just copy and paste it and claim it as theirs.
I will continue to write. However, I will not be putting it up on deviantART. The quality of writing here is not up to my standards, and if I'm just going to get ripped off anyway, there is little p
[Your Pain]
I can feel the pain you're in;
It reaches out and takes a hold of me too,
Because you're my friend, and I can't stand
To see anyone like this.
You're in love with her, although
You won't admit it to the one
To whom it matters the most,
But your opportunity's leaving you.
That dark attire really doesn't suit you;
The "gothed out" you seems forced.
As if you want to reflect the pain you feel,
But don't know how.
Your writing is beautiful, but the words
They express turmoil.
Looking out the window at the chaotic skies I wonder,
Can the clouds feel your pain too?
Always remember my friend:
It's okay to cry, and there
These long sleeves of mine
Hide the self-infliced pain,
And when I showed you,
The horror reflected in your face.
The scars across my arms,
The trails across my heart,
All are there because...
Because...
I see you in pain, and my heart,
Because you're my friend,
Aches with yours,
And I draw these lines under my sleeves.
The tears fall from my eyes,
And on to my sleeves,
Stained with the pain of you, my friend,
Cry For Me, O Raven by TheMysticPopTart, literature
Literature
Cry For Me, O Raven
Red sky, red blood, running,
Breathing harder and harder;
"Fight for the Light," he says to me,
But as my strength wanes, I beseech you,
Cry for me, O raven.
Fire and darkness consume me,
And suddenly I'm drowning,
The more I fight to get out,
The farther down I seem to sink,
And O raven, your harsh cry is heard.
And yet, as I struggle I wonder,
Is this Light worth fighting for?
This Darkness which is consuming me,
Supposedly destroying me, O raven,
Is warm, and carressing, instead of hot and burning.
He cries as I "die," my soul fading away to be reborn,
Do not weep for me, friend, this is what I wish.
As I lie down, "dying,
You're moving away from me,
Even though you're sitting next to me;
You're such an idiot sometimes,
Although you never admit it.
Even if she leaves you, or if you leave her,
Or neither; whichever way it happens to work out,
I'm here for you; I still care for you,
And I always, always will.
I lack the courage to speak up, or even
To take your hand into mine, your
Warm, loving hand into mine.
But I would if I could...
Lying together there, just the two of us
In the lazy afternoon, not a care to either of us;
Walking down to the park, even;
These are the times I treasure above all others.
Like I said, you're such a fool sometimes,
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Dear Boston,
Even though your drivers are scary as hell, and no one smiles unless they're laughing at someone, I want to stop and take the time to thank you for the most amazing weekend I've ever experienced.
Thursday, I ran around the eastern half of the country like a chicken with its head cut off. Chicago airport was horrendous (Sorry, Sami, but it's true). But the point is, I made it to my next flight, and without too many issues. When I finally got to the hotel (after the scariest cab ride in my life, BAR NONE), I had nothing to do but get my badge and sit around the hotel. It was amazing, seeing all of the cosplayers, even though the
My first update since May, and it's bad news.
I had a major car accident.
Physically, I'm fine. I'm just really psychologically shaken up, just to get that out of the way right now. I did also just get the news that my car can be fixed.
Thursday night, I was at a friend's, and ended up falling asleep. I didn't get going home until around 4:30, and I got back to my car in Ashland around 5AM. I was between Ashland and the junction for I-80, going 60mph (110kph, for you metric users), when I hit a deer, head-on.
I'm just lucky that fucker didn't go through the goddamn windshield. I'll upload the pictures of the damage to Photobucket lat