She was the most beautiful angel in the heavens, and she was to be mine. I had waited years for her and I could not believe that the day of our joining was finally at hand.
"Are you ready Ceagwil?"
"Aye."
The ceremony went perfectly from all accounts, I don't remember much of it. She was so beautiful that all I could see was her. Her long flowing white gown accented her beautiful golden skin perfectly. My own long brown hair had been styled as well, but hers' framed her face in such a way that she appeared ethereal. Our time together was short, only a brief handful of years, but during that time she had given me a son and a daughter. Both
The well-lit interior of the room seemed to make the shadows of the individuals’ hood seem even darker. The name of the establishment “Eden’s Hall” seemed like a misnomer since the inside seemed anything but ‘Eden’. However, the individual knew that the one person who could help him find what he was looking for was inside. He traveled through the throng of sitting people, the tables placed so closely that is was a wonder any one could move around. However, he made his way towards the bar where there seemed to be the most activity. If he was going to find this person, the bar seemed like the best place to st
Esmerelda, adopted by an Energy Being and a Cyclops Warrior, was being returned to Earth. Standing barely five feet tall, she was dwarfed by the other passengers, mostly elderly women, as she boarded the space ship USS Fire Dragon; a ship that was captained by Dravence Gearson. Being twenty-three years old, she looked forward to the new phase in her life as her parents went on to their own planets to look for mates of their own.
Dravence stared angrily at the computer console that showed the mass of passengers boarding his ship, not used to having any passengers aboard the small vessel, he frowned as he saw a small child-like creature being p
Brian O’Dell, a new agent in the Federal Bureau of Investigation, sat at his desk, staring at the report that he had just got done reading. The Soviet Union was invading the United State, but not as the public would believe with brute force, but instead by infiltrating the crime syndicate and starting operations in remote corners of the country. At the age of twenty-one, he was the youngest agent at the Bureau having completed everything required by the Academy with top marks. He had expected to be placed with the Dead Cases division, but because of his ability to blend in, he was assigned to a special task force dealing with crime.
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It took several months before things at Neor’s kingdom started feeling like a home of sorts. The people had understood her shyness and allowed her to get to know them individually, never crowding her or demanding her time or taking her away from her son Momeji before he left on his ship to parts unknown.
Years and battles raged between the small kingdom and the enemies who came hunting the people in an effort to wipe them out of existence. Gaia’s allies came at her call, even though there were those who she had already cut ties from. Beings from the Dragon World came, as well as the Tree Elves, Sphinx’s, Fairies, Wolves, Cen
Twelve Creeds A New Beginning Felicity by AmandaGaia, literature
Literature
Twelve Creeds A New Beginning Felicity
I walked through the halls of the Temple, my head pounding in nervous rhythm as I silently begged the gods to aid me in concealing what had been happening to me. Curiosity drove me harder and harder, the desire to learn more and more about who we were, where we came from, was this the lifestyle we were supposed to lead? I could barely think, the lessons seemed to drone on and on about how wonderful Sa’Confina was and how he rescued us from extinction, but from what I read, it wasn’t him who saved us, but those that came before him. It had been about two weeks since I had found those journals, but it had taken a mere handful of day
She was the most beautiful angel in the heavens, and she was to be mine. I had waited years for her and I could not believe that the day of our joining was finally at hand.
"Are you ready Ceagwil?"
"Aye."
The ceremony went perfectly from all accounts, I don't remember much of it. She was so beautiful that all I could see was her. Her long flowing white gown accented her beautiful golden skin perfectly. My own long brown hair had been styled as well, but hers' framed her face in such a way that she appeared ethereal. Our time together was short, only a brief handful of years, but during that time she had given me a son and a daughter. Both
The well-lit interior of the room seemed to make the shadows of the individuals’ hood seem even darker. The name of the establishment “Eden’s Hall” seemed like a misnomer since the inside seemed anything but ‘Eden’. However, the individual knew that the one person who could help him find what he was looking for was inside. He traveled through the throng of sitting people, the tables placed so closely that is was a wonder any one could move around. However, he made his way towards the bar where there seemed to be the most activity. If he was going to find this person, the bar seemed like the best place to st
Esmerelda, adopted by an Energy Being and a Cyclops Warrior, was being returned to Earth. Standing barely five feet tall, she was dwarfed by the other passengers, mostly elderly women, as she boarded the space ship USS Fire Dragon; a ship that was captained by Dravence Gearson. Being twenty-three years old, she looked forward to the new phase in her life as her parents went on to their own planets to look for mates of their own.
Dravence stared angrily at the computer console that showed the mass of passengers boarding his ship, not used to having any passengers aboard the small vessel, he frowned as he saw a small child-like creature being p
Twelve Creeds A New Beginning Felicity by AmandaGaia, literature
Literature
Twelve Creeds A New Beginning Felicity
I walked through the halls of the Temple, my head pounding in nervous rhythm as I silently begged the gods to aid me in concealing what had been happening to me. Curiosity drove me harder and harder, the desire to learn more and more about who we were, where we came from, was this the lifestyle we were supposed to lead? I could barely think, the lessons seemed to drone on and on about how wonderful Sa’Confina was and how he rescued us from extinction, but from what I read, it wasn’t him who saved us, but those that came before him. It had been about two weeks since I had found those journals, but it had taken a mere handful of day
1. Introduce yourself of course. Tell us a few interests; perhaps why you're here on DeviantArt, or why you chose to write instead of draw (or both).
Ok, well I'm Gaia. I like writing, sewing, knitting, taking care of my kids and spending time with my husband. I chose to write instead of draw because everytime I have tried to draw the scene in my head it never comes out right, not like when I describe it with words atleast. I'm on here because my husnand told me thst I should find a way to put my writings up for others to read and my writing partner Sparky suggested DA.
2. Hmmm, that is interesting. Now that the formalities are out of the way
Hoedenmaker’s Random Scene writing Meme
Welcome to my Scene writing meme! You don’t have to write a whole scene complete with ending, just write as long as you have words!
Have fun! Be creative!
Rule: Write no more than 100 words per scene!!!!(I’ll try, no promises)
First a few general questions (If they bore you, just skip them, no prob!)
1. Where do you get your inspiration from to write?
Honestly? From my dreams. I have some really wacked out dreams and they sometimes follow me into my waking hours. I’ll mull over them and expand or discard, move certain things to different places, and BOOM. There ya go. Course
Mockingbird, mockingbird, what do you see?
High in your tree, Looking at me.
Mockingbird, mockingbird, what do you see?
High in your tree, mimicking me.
Do you see, the gathering storm?
Do you feel, the wind in your feathers?
Is that the gathering storm, I feel, standing next to your lookout.
Is this the storming winds, I see, washing over your tree.
Mockingbird, Mockingbird, why do you fly?
Far away from your little tree.
Mockingbird, Mockingbird, why do you hide?
Is the wind just a little too much?
Even, freedom has its price.
I'm a writer mostly since I can't draw worth shnot. I do doodle sometimes, but not too often. I'm married to a wonderful man and the two of us have three children. I sometimes work alone, but the stories I have been working on have been in collaboration with another person and I do some light-heavy role playing depending on my mood. And that's about it. Welcome to my crazy world.
Back in the saddle? It has been a while since I was on here and I'm not sure what to say.
Cody, the man I claimed as husband, killed himself after I found out he had been molesting my daughter from my first marriage. Instead of allowing himself to face justice for his crimes, he chose death.
A tear after he killed himself I started dating again. This guy, Dave, promised he would never hurt me. For the first 6 weeks, things were good. As I started trusting him, he started controlling me. For 2 years he abused me, forced compliance, and for 4 months he stole every paycheck I had earned. I found out that he too molested my daughter. This time
So, you guys may see some more postings like what I just did in the near future. I haven't been doing any writing so my husband, in his great wisdom, has decided to ensure that I don't go rusty by giving me various writing prompts.
Today's writing prompt was "Write 2 pages detailing a fight scene."
Well, you can read how it turned out for yourself.
I have not had a moment's peace until just now to get this written up. And since 99% of the people on my "Watching" list either deletes everything that comes in all at the same time (I'm guilty of this) or just doesn't bother getting on at all, I'm going to start using this as my personal journal (not like I wasn't doing that already).
You know, it's pretty crappy of a person to go around spouting "You have to show me common courtesy" when they don't even know what it means in a real world applicational process. Urban dictionary defines "common courtesy" as "Not being a douchebag". Webster's Dictionary defines "Common Courtesy" as: excellenc
Normally, people who fav the journal don't go back and comment on it. So, my question is to actually get you to comment the moment you faved the journal.