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Try, Try, Try Again
So my first icon attempt was a total bust! But I was determined to try again! Taking the advice from wind_hover into account, I've produced another attempt at a half decent icon!
Same thing as last time- I'd appreciate some feedback or advice, since I'm very very new to this. Thank you and enjoy (hopefully). *^-^*
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First Icon Ever
I finally decided that after taking so much from the community I ought to give something back. I tried fanart and fanfictions, but I just couldn't make it look or sound worthy enough to stand by all of the fantastic things I've seen from this community. So I tried the age old art of Icon Making! This might be epic fail too, but I thought I would ( Read more... ) -
Don't even ask...<.
We danced on violet petals
falling to the earth below
Danced and Danced and Danced
And we never hit the ground
never hit the ground
The end came and went
and we danced it all away -
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As I cease to be
floating with the wind forevermore,
my laughter will shine from the heavens.
Of my unfortune I shall spare not a single drop.
Nevermore.
However the day you
no longer exist in flesh,
but in memory and dream
my heart will shatter
it will rain
endlessly
endlessly -
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She wanted him to kiss her. Simply push her against the wall, clasp her fighting hands, and cut off her protests with firm pink melting against her own. She wanted him to steal each and every one of her options in one swift motion. She would slap him hard because that was what she was supposed to do. And he would let her because he knew it was ( Read more... ) -
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For what reason, did you find it necessary to tell me these things? Are you afraid that I was planning to step on your toes?
When you asked me to be the editor for your story, I already understood what my job was to entail. You knew that I knew, that I understood.
And yet...
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In the furthest depths of my memory, the first clear moment of human speech is of my great-great grandmother, Octavia Alvarado. In my memory she is very old and already bedridden. She speaks to my mother who is standing next to me. I watch as her mouth moves, her countenance charming though many years seem to weigh her face down, causing creviced, ( Read more... ) -
Stars That Call to You
Sitting on the edge of the cliff, looking at the stars she said, “Whenever you go looking at the stars, always be sure to bring a light with you so you can find your way home.” She looked at him with a gentle smile, “That’s what my grandmother always told me,” She sighed and gazed back into the endless night sky. She tried to find the pictures her ( Read more... ) -
To Wait
I don’t want to waste my time with other people. I’ll use this time dreaming about you. I’ll keep searching for your eyes instead of staring into some nobodies. I will wait for you and only you. I don’t want to waste on someone else, the memories waiting to be created with you. You, who I have already spent so long waiting for, I love. I don’t know ( Read more... ) -
Of Silence and Regret
Once, someone told me they l o v e d me.
I stared at the clouds.
Clouds shaped like diamonds, and elephants, and flowers.
And the wind blew leaves around us.
And the sky changed from blue to pink to dark pink.
I watched your back as you left.
The next day, I found you.
I stared at your body.
The blood stained your sleeves, and your shirt, and the ( Read more... )
