Letter to a Sibling by ChosenOfDarkness664, literature
Literature
Letter to a Sibling
Dear Little Brother,
All I remember was that I was about five and my parents were hurrying off somewhere. I remember having to get up in the middle of the night to stay with a friend. I accidentally kicked her off the bed. I started laughing and apologized right after. That was all my little five year old mind could take in at the time. Of course, Mom and Dad never told me what happened right after. If they did, I couldn't remember. I was too young. But compared to you, I had lived a lifetime.
The entire story came in bits and pieces. I knew there was something wrong. Rarely, they talked about a child that wasn't there. They never told me t
Darkness Disappears by ChosenOfDarkness664, literature
Literature
Darkness Disappears
The battle has gone on since the creation of existence. People have succumbed to our powers; they have used them and abused them. Humanity seems to have taken a biased role. My brother of Light, Solaris, has the most support from the people in the middle. Their power deals with happiness, joy, healing and truth. The humans only come to the Darkness when they are broken. For a long time now, Darkness has been associated with deceit and lies, corruption and hatred. Darkness has felt the tears, hurt, and scars of endless people. So many have taken our Darkness, giving me, Nocturne, a bad name.
There was a peaceful time between each of us. As br
Letter to Little Alexa by ChosenOfDarkness664, literature
Literature
Letter to Little Alexa
Dear Little Alexa,
You really aren't too much younger than I am. But at twelve, it's the youngest I can go without tarnishing any child's innocence. There's about to be some big life-altering changes. I can't tell you exactly what will happen, because that'll ruin the journey, and that's the best part. You'll see what I mean. Sometimes I wish I could go back and experience it again for myself. Sometimes it's good to listen to our mom, especially when you're choosing our courses for middle school. But other times, listen to your heart. Follow what you believe in. Take people's words with a grain of salt, and think about what you believe in m
Love in a Bottle by ChosenOfDarkness664, literature
Literature
Love in a Bottle
In the midst of a college dorm room, there sat a young woman surrounded by crumpled up papers, a laptop and stacks of glass bottles. Writing furiously, the most recent draft was given a thorough once-over before it too was crumpled and thrown in with the rest of the rejected copies.
About two hours later, one finally made it to her satisfaction. A sketch of a flower was drawn into the corner, her signature mark symbolizing a finished work. The paper was rolled up, put into the glass bottle, and she stepped around the mess to grab her jacket and place the bottle with the rest.
Once outside, and one ten minute walk later, she arrived at a par
The world seemed bleak
and color had seeped into oblivion.
She walks silently, invisible,
every day the same.
The days seemed to
go on forever.
She felt like she
was at the end of her line.
And at the end
of the line
she was.
Almost.
Because she planned to give herself
10 days.
But 10 turned to 20
then to 30
and soon became 99...
and an entire lifetime.
Everyone of those 99 days,
she found another reason that
her life was worth living.
The colors soon returned from their nothingness.
The music played again
and melodies floated lightly.
The days shone brightly.
And she truly learned that
For every one lost
The
They call the ceiling of the world the sky.
Sometimes the sky is many shades of black-white. In the middle of the day, when that white ball that they call a sun is high in the sky, it's light black-white. White streaks and clumps fill the black-white sky. I think they're called clouds. In front of the backdrop of black-white, a field of sunflowers grows. But they're not white like the sun, so he can't understand why they call them sunflowers. They're almost white, but they're more like the almost white black-white of a really clear sky. The things called leaves and stems are a darkish black-white, not nearly as white as the sunflowers.
One minute after twilight
She walks in,
Silent, subdued, stoic.
She takes her seat
Saying nothing, doing nothing.
One minute after midnight
They tease her relentlessly,
Tormenting, trying, torturing.
Time and time again, she breaks a little every day.
They laugh, while I silently watch.
One minute after the storm
One day, she doesn't come.
Only one, only lonely, only no one noticed.
One day became a week; a week, now a month, now a year.
One smile could have changed everything.
One smile One friendship One life One person.
Truth's Messenger by ChosenOfDarkness664, literature
Literature
Truth's Messenger
January 8, 1988. (Age 0)
David McCoy had gone from new brother to new brother, mother and father in a few seconds.
The professionally regretful words of the nurse echoed in his mind like a broken record.
Severe hemorrhage, couldn't be stopped, she didn't make it, I'm sorry.
He didn't know where his father was. He disappeared when he found out that his mother was pregnant. His mother of the eighteen years of his life had died while giving him the one thing he had always wanted.
A sibling.
He looked down at the sleeping, fragile piece of life in front of him. The pink color scheme told him that he now had a sister.
And a daughter.
He di
Letter to a Sibling by ChosenOfDarkness664, literature
Literature
Letter to a Sibling
Dear Little Brother,
All I remember was that I was about five and my parents were hurrying off somewhere. I remember having to get up in the middle of the night to stay with a friend. I accidentally kicked her off the bed. I started laughing and apologized right after. That was all my little five year old mind could take in at the time. Of course, Mom and Dad never told me what happened right after. If they did, I couldn't remember. I was too young. But compared to you, I had lived a lifetime.
The entire story came in bits and pieces. I knew there was something wrong. Rarely, they talked about a child that wasn't there. They never told me t
Darkness Disappears by ChosenOfDarkness664, literature
Literature
Darkness Disappears
The battle has gone on since the creation of existence. People have succumbed to our powers; they have used them and abused them. Humanity seems to have taken a biased role. My brother of Light, Solaris, has the most support from the people in the middle. Their power deals with happiness, joy, healing and truth. The humans only come to the Darkness when they are broken. For a long time now, Darkness has been associated with deceit and lies, corruption and hatred. Darkness has felt the tears, hurt, and scars of endless people. So many have taken our Darkness, giving me, Nocturne, a bad name.
There was a peaceful time between each of us. As br
Letter to Little Alexa by ChosenOfDarkness664, literature
Literature
Letter to Little Alexa
Dear Little Alexa,
You really aren't too much younger than I am. But at twelve, it's the youngest I can go without tarnishing any child's innocence. There's about to be some big life-altering changes. I can't tell you exactly what will happen, because that'll ruin the journey, and that's the best part. You'll see what I mean. Sometimes I wish I could go back and experience it again for myself. Sometimes it's good to listen to our mom, especially when you're choosing our courses for middle school. But other times, listen to your heart. Follow what you believe in. Take people's words with a grain of salt, and think about what you believe in m
Love in a Bottle by ChosenOfDarkness664, literature
Literature
Love in a Bottle
In the midst of a college dorm room, there sat a young woman surrounded by crumpled up papers, a laptop and stacks of glass bottles. Writing furiously, the most recent draft was given a thorough once-over before it too was crumpled and thrown in with the rest of the rejected copies.
About two hours later, one finally made it to her satisfaction. A sketch of a flower was drawn into the corner, her signature mark symbolizing a finished work. The paper was rolled up, put into the glass bottle, and she stepped around the mess to grab her jacket and place the bottle with the rest.
Once outside, and one ten minute walk later, she arrived at a par
The world seemed bleak
and color had seeped into oblivion.
She walks silently, invisible,
every day the same.
The days seemed to
go on forever.
She felt like she
was at the end of her line.
And at the end
of the line
she was.
Almost.
Because she planned to give herself
10 days.
But 10 turned to 20
then to 30
and soon became 99...
and an entire lifetime.
Everyone of those 99 days,
she found another reason that
her life was worth living.
The colors soon returned from their nothingness.
The music played again
and melodies floated lightly.
The days shone brightly.
And she truly learned that
For every one lost
The
They call the ceiling of the world the sky.
Sometimes the sky is many shades of black-white. In the middle of the day, when that white ball that they call a sun is high in the sky, it's light black-white. White streaks and clumps fill the black-white sky. I think they're called clouds. In front of the backdrop of black-white, a field of sunflowers grows. But they're not white like the sun, so he can't understand why they call them sunflowers. They're almost white, but they're more like the almost white black-white of a really clear sky. The things called leaves and stems are a darkish black-white, not nearly as white as the sunflowers.
One minute after twilight
She walks in,
Silent, subdued, stoic.
She takes her seat
Saying nothing, doing nothing.
One minute after midnight
They tease her relentlessly,
Tormenting, trying, torturing.
Time and time again, she breaks a little every day.
They laugh, while I silently watch.
One minute after the storm
One day, she doesn't come.
Only one, only lonely, only no one noticed.
One day became a week; a week, now a month, now a year.
One smile could have changed everything.
One smile One friendship One life One person.
Truth's Messenger by ChosenOfDarkness664, literature
Literature
Truth's Messenger
January 8, 1988. (Age 0)
David McCoy had gone from new brother to new brother, mother and father in a few seconds.
The professionally regretful words of the nurse echoed in his mind like a broken record.
Severe hemorrhage, couldn't be stopped, she didn't make it, I'm sorry.
He didn't know where his father was. He disappeared when he found out that his mother was pregnant. His mother of the eighteen years of his life had died while giving him the one thing he had always wanted.
A sibling.
He looked down at the sleeping, fragile piece of life in front of him. The pink color scheme told him that he now had a sister.
And a daughter.
He di
The endless sunset of Twilight Town cast an amber glow over the now not-so-quiet hamlet's late morning, as boys all over the town scrambled with their last minute preparations for the day all had been anticipating. It was March 14th, the day for all boys to show their affection for their special girls in most of the extremely diverse worlds.
Deep within the farthest reaches of Twilight Town, beyond The Woods, sat the silent Old Mansion. Most of the residents of the city thought that it was deserted. However, if one looked closely enough at the right time, there was a girl standing at the top window. The residents of Twilight Town only took t
Hi! Name's Alexa, Person on the Internet, hey how ya doin'. Hercules reference FTW!
My style of art...I've dabbled in a lot of things. Drawing (traditional and digital), Literature, Emoticons, and then there was that one time with the CSS...I plan on trying to upload a deviation for all the major art groups. But my best point would be literature.
Key of E♭ Major is the best. D Major comes next. ;p
I'm always open to talking! Don't be afraid to start up a chat. I don't bite. ;P
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Current Residence: Whoknowswhereville Favourite genre of music: Absolute is Contemporary Christian. But I'll listen to most anything as long as it has tune and meaning. I do not like rap or hip-hop in the least. But to each their own, right? Favourite style of art: Anything! MP3 player of choice: SANSA!!! Favourite cartoon character: I have so many! Absolute favorite...it'd be either Nene Amano or Kiriha Aonuma. Sorry Kouichi! Personal Quote: "Body, Mind, Spirit, and Voice; It takes the whole person to sing and rejoice."-Helen Kemp
Favourite Visual Artist
Too many to choose from.
Favourite TV Shows
I don't watch TV. >:U
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Casting Crowns, SNSD, Anything Anime, J-pop or J-rock,
Favourite Books
Too many to remember.
Favourite Writers
I can't even remember half of them. All I remember is that they're amazing.
Favourite Games
KINGDOM HEARTS!!
Favourite Gaming Platform
My good ol' Nintendo DS
Tools of the Trade
MS Word. Imagination. Dark nights. Candy. 'Nuff said.
...are the kind who will fangirl with you.
I must tell this story. ~NamoraSUXgoNamixas (https://www.deviantart.com/namorasuxgonamixas), my most first and most AWESOME friend from C*censoredforinterwebs* Town has become a pegasister. She absolutely refused to watch it weeks ago Here's how the conversation went:
:iconchosenofdarkness664:: *talking about something or the other* Yay.
:iconnamorasuxgonamixas:: Louder.
:iconchosenofdarkness664::...Um, yay?
:iconnamorasuxgonamixas:: Louder.
:iconchosenofdarkness664:: Yay? *sort of catching on*
:iconnamorasuxgonamixas:: LOUDER!! :iconchosenofdarkness664: : *finally caught on*
:iconchosenofdarkness664::iconnamorasuxgonamixas:: *dramatic ga
Yeah, OPENING NIGHT!
Just got home. My feet are aching, but that's OK because Beauty and the Beast Jr. was BEYOND AMAZING. The villagers all remembered their lines, the Gaston scene was the best it ever was, Be Our Guest shone, and one kid in my grade cried at the end.
Yeah. We were awesome. And one more performance tomorrow ends the hard work of two months of waking up early, frustration, yelling, and sore feet.
:sing:
Um... you're probably not there so often, just like I was the past few years, but I would like to let you know that I DIDN'T forget that request you asked me for in 2011. It's just that I stopped drawing for a heck of a long time, but now I'm here to catch up with everything that's stuck since 2011. Maybe you don't remember, but this is the lineart of what you asked me years ago liswyn.deviantart.com/art/Ange… and I'm going to remake it.
I'm just passing by to wish you an incredible 2015! And I promise that this time I'll deliver your request.