|I believe that this is my best pencil drawing so far|
AestheticAestheticAesthetic by TakiYume
“The Detective” hung in the northwest corner of the Beckett Art Gallery. The tempera painting occupied a space as tall as a man and twice as wide. The woman depicted had her head turned away from the world, occupied with an object behind her, perhaps the mirror in which her blurred reflection appeared. It was this disregard for the world that created emptiness in that corner of the gallery. Few wished to give time to a woman who had no time for them.
After three days of display time and few visitors The Detective turned her head to her spectators. Slowly people stopped on the flowing journey through the gallery, watching as the woman first stood from her chair, smoothed her rumpled skirt, and turned toward her growing audience. She grabbed the sides of her skirt, lifting slightly as she took a dainty step over the frame of the painting.
The Detective bent a knee, clasped a hand around the locket on her neck and dipped her head in a timid manner. Her pale sk
The SymphonyThe SymphonyThe Symphony by TakiYume
I wrap myself in frayed thread
wishing they were w i n g s
to fly away in skeleton wind
to a leggiadro place
a frail snowflake palace
where the march is played mancando
fading with the clash of wind to a whispering breeze
the aria niente
where dancers twirl
on silver shoes
and the golden baton ticks
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Fantasy Literature (A LOT!!!)
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The Fire Master Ch.1
I'm not dead yet.
Crunch. The dry twig snapped under the weight of Astar's foot. He stopped in mid-step as the nearby bear looked his way. Its dark brown eyes glittered as it stared at Astar. Their breaths came out in small puffs of white cloud in the cold air. Around them the forest remained still and quiet, as if watching to see what kind of encounter the bear and man would have. Astar remained completely still, knowing the tiniest motion could invite the bear to attack. He watched the bear in awe. Its brown coat shimmer
Lord Walter's Estate: Prologue Uneasy snarling and growling erupt around me. The scent of the two-leggeds had just hit our noses, making our fur stand on end. It's a stormy night, one that few creatures would choose to venture out in. It's cold, windy and the snow stings our eyes but we are used to this. We were born and raised in these conditions.
Our white fur hid us in the blizzard and kept us warm as we crept closer to the village of the two-leggeds. My paws sank into the fresher snow but stopped when they came in contact with the older, denser snow.
The two-leggeds would all be indoors at this time. The storm was too severe for anyone to be roaming about. This would be to our advantage. We would run into little resistance during this mission.
I growled and nipped at the shoulder of a fellow pack member who had started to get ahead of me. He whimpered and bowed his head, slowing his pace in obe
The warriors had all been defeated. Their corpses lay strewn in the street like nothing more than ragdolls. In the far distance I could still hear the sounds of battle though it was as a whisper compared to the disastrous noise made earlier in the evening. Those of us who were not warriors, who had been dragged from our homes and chased down the streets, now sat in the middle of our town square. Water flowed at our feet, for the fountain had been broken during the attack.
Over two dozen Narviig stood watch over us and each Narviig had with them their Iether. The Iether were an interesting anomaly, for lack of a better word. Some say they had been created but no one as of yet has been able to trace them back to their origins. They were as spirits but not dead. They could appear or disappear at will. They appeared mostly as humans, though a few took on the shapes of animals. Some even alternated between the two. In any case, I knew that each of the Narviig had an Iether, whether it was v
Equal Part 1"Look Race. No, don't look away." Advisor Kale turned the young boy's head back to look at the half rotten deer. It's bony legs and small head still remained identifiable but it's body had become a mushy mess and one could see where it had already become soil. Race looked at the sight as long as he could before he finally turned his head away once again. He stared into Master Kale's gray robes, wondering why he always had to wear white. It was so hard to try to keep a white robe clean.
"It's dead," the boy began to cry as the image in his mind ceased to go away. At six years old he had only heard of death. He had not witnessed his parents' death, his mother having died during childbirth while his father had disappeared. So seeing the dead deer truly unsettled him.
"It's body is dead, yes, but look." Kale kneeled and grabbed a handful of dirt straight out of the deer's body. His rough hands were dry and wrinkled much like his face. "This will grow grass and flowers for the rabbits and o
Six Kingdoms: New Beign I
This conversation was boring. Payton yawned and stretched his feet up onto the table. The few people around him coughed in disapproval as they turned away from him. His chair rocked gently back and forth on the back two legs.
"But we cannot afford such a project!" Someone cried at one end of the table.
"We have more than enough money, ta'kut!" Another man rose with an insult. Payton looked up from his faked napping with a newfound interest. He could enjoy a fight if one erupted.
"That money is being used." The man Payton identified as a scientist argued. Payton looked at the other man expectantly.
"For your stupid flora and fauna project?" He sneered. "It's quite apparent nothing is growing here!" He stretched out his arms as he addressed the entire room. "At least not with all this garbage lying around." About half the room nodded in agr