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About Me Member Wannabe Novelist SpiritFingersFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 3 Years
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My Coming Out PartyI offer you one of my stories, and it takes place at a house all the way at the end of Fourth Ave with roses in the backyard and a towering tree in the front that always offered a bit of shade. It was my home for three years, and it played the stage to some of the greatest dramas of my life so far. Among them, my high school graduation, the beginning of my parents’ divorce, and perhaps greatest of all was my coming-out party.   
We moved in during the Spring Break of my sophomore year in high school. It was a time full of hope, a time of nesting. Within those walls, my family would turn a house into a home, and I would take my My Coming Out Party
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Coming of AgeThey snuffed out the stars in my eyes  And forced the smoke down my throat  Is this another rite of passage?  The transition, the initiation  When you’re standing alone,  On your own without a home  With a fist wrapped around your heart to  Keep it from breaking   
Turns out that my childhood heroes  My juvenile champions  My ancient mountains  They were human all along  They were flawed  They were unreliable  They were fragile  Nothing personal, of course  One day I’ll forgive them  For being human all along  Not soon or later, but someda Coming of Age
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ClosureThe war was finally over, but the work had only truly begun for Aidan, king of Feruche and ruler of the Kegain. People spoke worriedly about his health, urged him to sit and take his ease, but he saw the pride and reassurance in their eyes when they saw him moving and making things move forward. Standing still was the last thing on the kerrazi’s mind, and his memories of the diablecrium were so fresh that even sleep was hard to tolerate. Though he was the last to bed, he was always the first to rise, his bare feet eating up the distance from the demon citadel to the far-off elven woods. The alliance was official for over a week now, but Closure
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The Tale of Two TinkersCalloused fingers of sienna brown turned a small, wooden box over and shook it half-heartedly. Only a few, crumpled leaves of foxglove fell out and landed around his knees, looking more grey than green. Setting aside the box, the man picked through them but none would serve any purpose, not so much as a weak tea. "Add foxglove to the list," he called out in a gruff and well-worn voice as he shoved the small box back into place.   
Leaning back, Berke sighed and chewed quietly on his bottom lip. The snows had caught the man quite unawares that year, and a trip that should've taken two weeks had taken nearly a month now. The wagon's w The Tale of Two Tinkers
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Lack of interest.

Thu Nov 19, 2009, 12:58 PM
I'm so bored. I'm so bored, I'm so bored, I'm so bored.

The second level of hell is called BOREDOM.

Those who know me, know that I can tolerate and even enjoy having nothing to do. Mostly because I'm always prepared with something to do, whether it's reading a book, writing a story, surfing the internet, or simply... daydreaming, for gods' sake.

I've read all my books, I've got the writer's block from hell, and although I know this is impossible, I swear I've run out of things to do on the internet (that are work-safe). You know what I've been reduced to these past couple of weeks? Working on character profiles, which is just stimulating and superficial enough to keep my attention for long hours at a time. They're wonderful profiles, sure, but what's the point of creating wonderfully complicated and interesting characters if there's no story for them? >.> I know that half the depth a character attains comes from a plotline.

When I finally go home, I watch Supernatural (thanks Envy XD) or... House. Or Project Runway. Oh gods. The joys in my life have been reduced to television series. .___.

-headdesk-

I need to learn how to drive. With the meager savings I put aside each paycheck, my christmas gift to me will be driving lessons at the AAA. Then at least I can be bored amongst pleasant scenery.

I'm sorry I'm updating my journal yet again, and haven't updated any actual deviations... yet again. I haven't drawn in ages, and what little I write doesn't seem finished or polished in any way. I don't need inspiration, I've got ideas by the boatloads. I just need to break out of this normal routine and get enthused about writing again. I think.

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  • Listening to: Sideways by Citizen Cope

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: In my chest.
  • Interests: Interesting things.
  • Favourite movie: Currently: Stranger Than Fiction
  • Favourite band or musician: Currently: Rufus Wainwright
  • Favourite genre of music: Anything - I've got an eclectic taste.
  • Personal Quote: "...oh yeah, gotta write books."
  • Tools of the Trade: My spirited fingers.

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~JoeSlucher Nov 12, 2009, 2:05:05 PM
Thanks for the fave!
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~zOe89 Oct 11, 2009, 5:07:41 AM
thanks!!

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~Lady-FireKnight Oct 9, 2009, 11:53:57 PM
Um was gonna tell ya later, but I'm on now. So, happy birthday! :cake: You are officially done w/yur teenage yrs.

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"all because of you/ i believe in angels/ not the kind with wings/ no, not the kind with halos/ the kind that brings you home/ when home becomes a strange place/ i'll follow your voice/ all you have to do is shout it out" TheGoodLeftUndone - RiseAgainst
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~SpiritFingers Oct 13, 2009, 10:47:37 AM
Aww, thanks. ^^ Still, one more year to go!

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Those of us without rhythm have far too much on our minds.
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