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The Step
The war to end all wars. It happened. What became of the world? Not much. The lands are barren, the resources are but an ant compared to what they used to be. Civilization is small, and unable to reproduce.
Kylar is one of those left, and his life is threatened every day. Some believe the war is still going on, and will shoot anyone who gets close. Food is scarce, so finding any is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
But there's something different about Kylar. Kylar knows it, his girlfriend, Yui knows it too. And the rest of the world is about to find out.
Kylar is the last hope for mankind. And he just stepped on a
Space Pirate Treis: Part 2 by LostVyse, literature
Literature
Space Pirate Treis: Part 2
Treis stared at the coffee machine for a few moments, then shrugged and turned away. Iris was looking up at Treis with what he assumed was either contempt or expectation, though being that he'd literally painted the mouth on what was the head section of Iris, it was rather hard to tell.
The house had been built by his parents, and Treis hadn't really changed anything in his years of living there alone, so the kitchen wasn't exactly suited to Treis's living style. This left Treis with moments where he was actually ready to redo the entire house, only to remember his own laziness, and quickly forgot whatever reason he had for his almost cons
June Challenge: Krya Profile by LostVyse, literature
Literature
June Challenge: Krya Profile
Profile for: Krya Charlton
> Gender: Female
> Race: Elf
> Age: 36
> Birthdate: 8 October
> Height: 5' 2"
> Beliefs/Religion: Elven religion with basis in nature worship and belief of a creator (no scriptures, all is passed through word of mouth, so there are many variations of this religion)
> Hobby: Reading (various books, some to aid in the study of her magic, others more for recreation. She is often found carrying at least one book with her, which will be the book she is currently reading. When going on longer trips, she will often carry several books in her bag, which she is often scorned for, as that space could be put to bette
Space Pirate Treis: Part 1 by LostVyse, literature
Literature
Space Pirate Treis: Part 1
The bright sunlight glared gently over the setting horizon, giving the land a hazy tint of evening. The fluffy clouds were widely spaced, giving a nice view of the late sky, which had transformed to a vibrant orange in the moments leading upto this point. The grass reached for the sun listlessly, waiting for a breeze to catch them and lead them in a new direction.
Treis's mind wandered as he watched all the little things that were happening on his planet. The relaxed atmosphere mixed with the lack of people gave him what he felt of as almost being entirely lazy all the time, however Treis knew he had his own moments of activity, and it wa
The doorbell rang, making Mark and Jane jump. They'd been having a quiet night in, watching a horror movie, and were not expecting any company. As Mark opened the door, he found himself face to face with a pizza delivery boy.
"Is this 32 Jonah Street?" the pizza boy asked.
"Yes, but we didn't order any pizza," Mark responded.
"Oh, no, this has been paid for already by someone else, they just told us to deliver it to you. That guy was a strange person, but it is our job to deliver pizza, so here you go," The pizza boy answered, handing over the warm pizza box.
"Okay, well, thanks, I think," Mark said, quite puzzled by what was going on.
Jim and the loss of a finger by LostVyse, literature
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Jim and the loss of a finger
The hospital bed felt rather stiff, and though the drugs helped, Jim still felt uncomfortable. He gazed around at the patients surrounding him, and found that a fair few were around his age, whilst the rest seemed to be much older. Each one of them had been in the same incident he had been in, yet he seemed to have had the least injuries out of the lot.
One of his fingers had been chopped off. It wasn't an important finger; it was on his left hand, and with him being right handed, it made no difference to his writing, however, it was his ring finger, so for most activities, it made no difference.
To Jim, this was the worst possible situa
The ice cold touch of the mirror sent a chill through my arm. It seemed to add to the effect of what was happening, especially considering Lizzie couldn't figure out how they were doing it. The person on the other side of the piece of glass looked almost identical to her, if you ignore the fact that all the features were flipped, yet she was moving in a different way to her.
Lizzie pulled her hand away to speak with the director, who seemed to be enjoying his breakfast at this moment.
"Where did you find someone that looks so much like me?" Lizzie asked.
"Hmm? Oh, her? I don't really know, the casting director sorts all that stuff out.
The crescent moon had risen high in the sky by this time, lighting up the town below with an eerie glow. Seeing it from this high up would normally leave anyone in awe, at the sheer distance that the town spread out to. The edge was barely visible, but from Tonaka's perspective, that was probably a good thing.
The reason Tonaka was up this high was because of a doll named Suichi. Suichi was your average doll in most respects; small, well maintained, and giving off that unusually lifeless appearance that you can only find in a doll. That was, until this night.
No one could say for sure what caused it; maybe it was the liquid which had be
Blurbs
The Step
The war to end all wars. It happened. What became of the world? Not much. The lands are barren, the resources are but an ant compared to what they used to be. Civilization is small, and unable to reproduce.
Kylar is one of those left, and his life is threatened every day. Some believe the war is still going on, and will shoot anyone who gets close. Food is scarce, so finding any is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
But there's something different about Kylar. Kylar knows it, his girlfriend, Yui knows it too. And the rest of the world is about to find out.
Kylar is the last hope for mankind. And he just stepped on a
Space Pirate Treis: Part 2 by LostVyse, literature
Literature
Space Pirate Treis: Part 2
Treis stared at the coffee machine for a few moments, then shrugged and turned away. Iris was looking up at Treis with what he assumed was either contempt or expectation, though being that he'd literally painted the mouth on what was the head section of Iris, it was rather hard to tell.
The house had been built by his parents, and Treis hadn't really changed anything in his years of living there alone, so the kitchen wasn't exactly suited to Treis's living style. This left Treis with moments where he was actually ready to redo the entire house, only to remember his own laziness, and quickly forgot whatever reason he had for his almost cons
June Challenge: Krya Profile by LostVyse, literature
Literature
June Challenge: Krya Profile
Profile for: Krya Charlton
> Gender: Female
> Race: Elf
> Age: 36
> Birthdate: 8 October
> Height: 5' 2"
> Beliefs/Religion: Elven religion with basis in nature worship and belief of a creator (no scriptures, all is passed through word of mouth, so there are many variations of this religion)
> Hobby: Reading (various books, some to aid in the study of her magic, others more for recreation. She is often found carrying at least one book with her, which will be the book she is currently reading. When going on longer trips, she will often carry several books in her bag, which she is often scorned for, as that space could be put to bette
Space Pirate Treis: Part 1 by LostVyse, literature
Literature
Space Pirate Treis: Part 1
The bright sunlight glared gently over the setting horizon, giving the land a hazy tint of evening. The fluffy clouds were widely spaced, giving a nice view of the late sky, which had transformed to a vibrant orange in the moments leading upto this point. The grass reached for the sun listlessly, waiting for a breeze to catch them and lead them in a new direction.
Treis's mind wandered as he watched all the little things that were happening on his planet. The relaxed atmosphere mixed with the lack of people gave him what he felt of as almost being entirely lazy all the time, however Treis knew he had his own moments of activity, and it wa
The doorbell rang, making Mark and Jane jump. They'd been having a quiet night in, watching a horror movie, and were not expecting any company. As Mark opened the door, he found himself face to face with a pizza delivery boy.
"Is this 32 Jonah Street?" the pizza boy asked.
"Yes, but we didn't order any pizza," Mark responded.
"Oh, no, this has been paid for already by someone else, they just told us to deliver it to you. That guy was a strange person, but it is our job to deliver pizza, so here you go," The pizza boy answered, handing over the warm pizza box.
"Okay, well, thanks, I think," Mark said, quite puzzled by what was going on.
Jim and the loss of a finger by LostVyse, literature
Literature
Jim and the loss of a finger
The hospital bed felt rather stiff, and though the drugs helped, Jim still felt uncomfortable. He gazed around at the patients surrounding him, and found that a fair few were around his age, whilst the rest seemed to be much older. Each one of them had been in the same incident he had been in, yet he seemed to have had the least injuries out of the lot.
One of his fingers had been chopped off. It wasn't an important finger; it was on his left hand, and with him being right handed, it made no difference to his writing, however, it was his ring finger, so for most activities, it made no difference.
To Jim, this was the worst possible situa
The ice cold touch of the mirror sent a chill through my arm. It seemed to add to the effect of what was happening, especially considering Lizzie couldn't figure out how they were doing it. The person on the other side of the piece of glass looked almost identical to her, if you ignore the fact that all the features were flipped, yet she was moving in a different way to her.
Lizzie pulled her hand away to speak with the director, who seemed to be enjoying his breakfast at this moment.
"Where did you find someone that looks so much like me?" Lizzie asked.
"Hmm? Oh, her? I don't really know, the casting director sorts all that stuff out.
The crescent moon had risen high in the sky by this time, lighting up the town below with an eerie glow. Seeing it from this high up would normally leave anyone in awe, at the sheer distance that the town spread out to. The edge was barely visible, but from Tonaka's perspective, that was probably a good thing.
The reason Tonaka was up this high was because of a doll named Suichi. Suichi was your average doll in most respects; small, well maintained, and giving off that unusually lifeless appearance that you can only find in a doll. That was, until this night.
No one could say for sure what caused it; maybe it was the liquid which had be
But I did not shoot the Togepi! :D
So I figured my journal needed a little updating. As per usual, not really sure what to put, so I'll just go with what's happening at the minute with me. Which is what I assume this is supposed to be.
Or something.
Anywho, its currently a rather stressful time in my life, unfortunately its one of those ones where you're stressed but with nothing to do T_T So I'm hopefully going to distract myself this week by writing, though chances are that will fall through, as so many things do.
In terms of my writing, I feel that Space Pirate Treis may take a bit of a break for a long while, mostly because I'm not
Hey there!
I'm fairly new to DA, so I hope you guys can help me out where I need it! I'm pretty much a writer, though its only a hobby to keep my mind from exploding with ideas (okay, it does that anyway, but at least I keep it to a small area this way). I like a lot of different things, and pretty much anything will take my interest at some point in my life. The only downside to this is that I never really stick with anything!
I'd love to hear some feedback on my work, I know its not great, but I do enjoy a little something about each and every one of them, and I want to know what works well in each of them.
Feel free to send me a mess