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The Dark Carnival by Darknessismyfriend

My god, where to begin? First of all, I loved the story. It's a haunting, enchanting thriller that gave me the greatest pleasure to rea...

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“Hey Baby.”

“Yeah Todd?”

“She’s back.”

“No fucking way.”

“I’m dead serious, Baby. See her, standing over there? There’s a little girl banging her fist on the glass.”

“I see that. The brat.”

“Well, she’s behind her.”

“…Holy shit.”

“I told you so.”

“Holy fucking shit.”

“I know!”

“She has a clipboard this time. Same white coat though.”

“You know what I think? I think she’s actually important.”

“How do you figure that?”

“The furless who feed us get nervous around this one.”

“They should be nervous around us.”

“The new ones still are.”

“We could maul them or eat them.”

“Yeah, yeah, Baby, I know, you’re the biggest, most bad-ass cat in all of San Diego.”

“Damn right.”

“But still – her being here is just weird.”

“You don’t pay attention to much, do you?”

“What?”

“She’s gone, dumb-ass”

“…Where the fuck?”

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

“No way.”

“Why the fuck is she in here?”

“Why is she coming over to us?”

“I’m going to growl at her. Fuck her. She doesn’t have the right to be in here.”

“…”

“…”

“It’s not working.”

“Shut up, you think I can’t see that.”

“Is she…is she scratching your ear?”

“…maybe…”

“Holy shit you’re actually enjoying this.”

“Shut up.”

“She’s molesting you!”

“It feels good. In a weird way.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Oh fuck no.”

“Oh fuck yes.”

“Hell no, I’m not letting her touch me.”

“Just let it happen Todd.”

“Fuck off Baby.”

“It feels really nice.”

“I swear to fuck I will eat her.”

“Lower the testosterone and let it happen.”

“…”

“See, it feels good, right?”

“We speak of this to no one.”

“Whatever.”
The Lion, The Witch, and the Other Lion
Told from the perspective of two lions in the San Diego Zoo. I made up their names. I was given this as a random writing prompt.
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Cody lay cold in the window. Crystal stared at him for hours some days, her nose quivering from sadness and from the cold. Winter was going to be rough. Crystal held her eyes shut until the door opened. The shiny sharp thing winked in the sunlight and Crystal bolted. The giant cursed in a foreign tongue.

She saw the evil in the giant long before he got to Cody. Cody was too good, too trusting of the giants. There was nothing to trust. They live in large cages that host foreign smells and lights too bright. They fight among themselves, and feed off of Crystal and their neighbors.

His trust got him hung in a window. Crystal could smell the rot coming from him. She wondered why no one would eat a good kill. Cody was a good kill, and yet there he hangs, wasted.

Crystal scurried to the burrow, hidden beneath the rotting evergreen the giants killed. They did that a lot, the giants. Crystal couldn’t understand, and didn’t try.

The last of her litter lay shivering when she entered. Ignoring her kits, Crystal nestled, sniffed about, and went to her own little corner only to discover that it had caved in. Crystal, stressed and anxious now, turned once more to her kits.

Crystal was hungry.

She stared at her kits.

Crystal was hungry…

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A minute later, or maybe less, a giant found her, her teeth red with blood, her eyes holding no remorse. The kits lay warm on the ground, Crystals paws still wet with their blood. The giants couldn’t understand the senselessness in this bloodshed, and didn’t try.

There was a bang.

In half an hour, Crystal can be found hanging with her husband.
There is this void. It exists in everyone, though not everyone realizes its existence. This void will bleed you dry, leaving you with a shell of emotion. This void is not quite a void, because if you peer deep enough within it, you can see everything that was and could be, but isn’t. That’s what makes it dangerous.

It stays quiet most of the time, trembling in anticipation, waiting for an opportunity, any opportunity, to strike. When you think you’re happy and at peace, it whispers lingering darkness into your heart. The heart listens, what choice does it have? And you listen to the heart, what choice do you have? You spiral down and down, much like Alice in her rabbit hole, grasping for branches and beams that will not support you.

Science tries to explain the cause, but it merely dances around what it does not know. Science tries to fight the darkness through pills and therapy, but we who harbor it know what does and does not work. We who harbor it know the raw ache and the burning scars and the endless, gaping wounds it leaves. We who harbor it know the labyrinth it hides in, though we are blind to its path.

Sometimes you get the chance to escape, losing yourself in this artificial bliss. But in the smallest corner, in the deepest region, you know what’s waiting to swallow you whole.
Hello Cruel World
Been awhile. Here's my feels. 
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Hey guys. I'm alive. Starting college soon. Will upload when I can. I've been working on a book, maybe I'll upload bits of that
Rooms have no elephants. Only ghosts.

Not the ones who rise from their graves
to haunt and "live" among the living.

No - these ghosts are as real as memory,
as solid as breath on icy glass.

They have hearts which beat
and minds which reason,
yet they go unseen.

They are the silent guardians
of whispers and thoughts,
the protectors of those in need
of protecting.

These heroes go unheralded,
and they wish it to be so,
but loneliness is a dangerous suitor
that these knights know well.

So I write this plea to those who bask
in conversations and bravery
and the will to present yourself to the world
without fear for what the world will do to you.

I beg of the sunlit soldiers -
bask your glow onto the
moonlit knights,
and do not pass your eyes over them
as many have done before,
but gaze at them with kindness.

It's all they desire.

And should you befriend one,
you'll have a warrior to be reckoned with,
a phantom dancing in the stars,

Yet have this occur, you must first
See them.
Walk with them.
Accept them.

Or all will be lost in the
lonely pit called the heart,
never to bask in sun nor moon,
morn nor eve,
dooming them to the shadows
they feel at home in,
but fight to escape.

So please, dear soldiers
help them win their war.
To Walk Among You
I wrote this a year ago and I just recently found it again. 
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So I haven't done a journal entry like at all in the past few months, just wanted to give an update.

I am crazy busy (thanks theater) and have had almost no time to myself, so naturally writing has been a bit dry. I do have some decent common app essays that I may post but I'm undecided. 

I just wrapped up Servant of Two Masters and I'm now working on Bye Bye Birdie. I was going to work on Urinetown but it fell through. Still disappointed in that.

I lost, then found, all my stuff for Steve's story. I also got google chrome working again and I know all the ins and outs of google drive now. Which makes me very, very happy. 

So, fun stuff. I will try to upload more, I promise, but no promises. I know I want to submit to my school's Litmag and my school's newspaper, so I'll probably upload those. So yeah, that's pretty much it. 
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  • Listening to: Free Bell background noise
  • Reading: Great Exectations, Les Miserables and
  • Eating: Oatmeal cookies

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Born and raised on the east coast. I am a firm believer in "If you don't know, shut the hell up". I'm an intellectual bad-ass and proud of it. I write anything from horror to love stories. But mostly dark stuff: guess that's where I'm at in life.

And as for those who came to "troll" on my page because I am a "fucktard", I don't appreciate it and I kindly ask you to send me a note with your thoughts on my writing instead of slander. Thank you.
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Android3000 Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2013  Hobbyist
Hey there
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TheArtistOfWords Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hello
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Android3000 Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2013  Hobbyist
what's up?
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TheArtistOfWords Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Nothing much, trying to sludge through my summer government course
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Exnihilo-nihil Featured By Owner May 8, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you for the fave!
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TheArtistOfWords Featured By Owner May 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Always happy to please.
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autumnlit Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2013
Thank you for joining #TheBackOfTheBook!:iconthankyouheartsplz:
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2012   General Artist
Hello there, dear friend! :wave:

Congratulations! :party:
You have won a poetry or prose commission from me through your participation and victory in `IrrevocableFate's Reasons to love dA's lit community :heart:

Kindly note me which it is you'r prefer (poetry or prose) and the theme of your choice and I shall get to it asap.
Thank you and congratulations once again:heart:
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TheArtistOfWords Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I prefer prose, but whatever is easier for you to write is easier for me to enjoy. As for theme...............would you be able to do a conflicting narration, one of a transcendentalist and one of a dark romantic? That would be wonderfully delicious. So sorry if it is difficult, and you do not have to do it; I may do it myself, should I have time, but I want to see how you would do this. Thank you so very much.
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012   General Artist
So sorry its taken me forever to reply, my laptop crashed 5 days ago and I just got it 2 days ago and I've been real sick with the flu for 3 days and counting. :sick:

I will get back to all promises and regular programming before this coming Monday evening though. :la:

My apologies for any inconvenience I may have caused! :sneeze:
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