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Seeking Calm In the Storm
“Daddy! Da-ddyyyy!”
The cries tore through tension heavy air as he fought for patience. The bear must’ve come down from the mountain during the storm. It looked malnourished; skin sagging on bone swaying as it tried half-heartedly to get at his daughter through the debri over her. Drought had been bad this year prior to the storm. Rain had come little until it came howling with harsh winds that ripped apart everything at the seams.
Tauran wanted to tear the animal away, but fought for patience. Afraid that any reckless action could cause him to lose his daughter to the starved, enraged animal. He’d already lost the twins to the storm, . . the thought of losing another child was anathema to his soul. It just couldn’t be allowed to happen. Taking a second to suck in a breath to lungs that already hurt from strain, he whispered up prayers to several deities just in case then began to maneuver around predator and prey.
Hand gripped the large hunting knife hars
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There's A Hiccup (Final Version)
Tumbling down,
                     down,
                         d
                            o
                               w
                                   n
There’s a hiccup shaking my foundation,
unbearable emotions fracturing burdened beams
in resonating spider patterns leaving m
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Literature
The Vanishing Stars: Prologue
PROLOGUE
The stars were going out. Each distant, shining ball of gas blinking slowly out of existence as though someone had stretched a hand upward to pluck them out of the black backdrop. Those who dwelt below, dancing and drinking, sought to forget it for a little; desiring a night of reprieve from the suffering their world already faced as a result of the voice above them. Away from the revelry that celebrated the union of the Mayor's eldest daughter to a merchant from the capital sat a lone figure. Hands curled into fists as a rest for the chin and contemplative eyes the shade of burnt copper shifted from the void's emptiness to the surrounding stars as another light vanished. Each person knew of the prophecy that spoke of the fading stars, but none knew the meaning like Muirenn, and none would ever understand the sacrifices that would be required of all of them when that day arrived.
Though the stories had been told before they had begun to twist until they became tales tha
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The Vanishing Stars: Char. Names and Minor Notes
Muirenn Mulloy (Female Main Char. #1) — Muirenn is the overall focal character of the story. Her role is large within the setting especially in regards to the plot. She is the younger sister of Anara. When we first meet Muirenn she is simply tending to her garden. I have not thought much on her as a character yet, but as I write she comes together more solidly. I hope to have more of her to show you all later.
Anara _____ nee Mulloy (Female Main Char. #2) — Anara is the older sister of Muirenn. When their parents died it was her responsibility to take over teaching her sister about the vital role she would play if the prophecy should come to pass. Unfortunately, a hefty dose of denial and the distraction of her own family, consisting of a husband. Tomas, and (at least) six children, kept her from fulfilling these duties. Now, she strives to make up for it in the only way possible: by protecting Muirenn from those that threaten her well-being.
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The Vanishing Stars(Excerpt)
“Were ye followed?”
The voice was deep, vibrating with strength and energy, and at first Muirenn could’ve swore there was the growl of a wolf accompanying it in the dark. Flickering shadows appeared as the room brightened; the light a comfort to her shaken mind as she processed the question. After a moment her head gave a hasty shake.
“Nay. Checked before I opened the door. We’re safe.”
There was a snort in response as a tall, muscular man melted out of the shadows. The lines of his face were angular and sharp where spotted through the scruffy black-and-silver hair along his jawline. The beard blended easily into the near shoulder-length mess of black hair at the spot where sideburn met cheekbone. Most startling though were his golden colored eyes and the jagged 4-lined scars of white stretching over left eye, cheek and jaw, and along part of the neck. The form of it resembling the claws on a wolf’s paw.
Muirenn took a quick once-over at the wo
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There's A Hiccup(original draft)
There’s a hiccup shaking my foundation,
cracking it in resonating spider patterns
And leaving me distraught in their splintered wake —
undoing all the stability to toss me into a sea of confusion.
Words with the force of a quake
tearing at my heart until there might only remain shreds,
in the end — if it’s the end.
Hope keeps my lips sewn tightly shut,
when it comes to telling those close to me;
Until only solitude allows sobs to split them apart
and I fear what it’ll mean when no longer am I able to hide the tears —
Outward evidence of the pain slowly eating me from the inside.
More than them finding out,
and witnessing openly my crumbling facade,
I fear the end of us in a manner of finality.
While my bleeding heart stubbornly holds onto hope
my brain constantly gnaws on the anxiety coated ‘What ifs’;
These thoughts that plague my waking moments
and occasionally invade my dreams with
vivid images that wake me in tears;
Making me want to
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There's A Hiccup(WiP Poem)
Tumbling down,
                down
                    d
                      o
                        w
                          n
There’s a hiccup shaking my foundation,
intolerable emotions fracturing burdened beams
in resonating spider patterns leaving me distraught;
with the spread of each thin, structural damaging CRACK!
         Undoing coveted stability that I was beginning
         to find and tossing me into a pit of unfettered confusion.

Distant words beating with the force of a quake
compressing a fragile heart until there remains only pulp,
in the end — if it’s the end?
Futile hope ke
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Literature
Rebellion(981 Words, Fiction)
“Neme, get down! You’ll ruin your new dress.”
Whispered words, heavy with their lecturing tone, made the small girl look back over one shoulder to where her Mother waited; the movement worsening her already precarious hold on the railing as her sandaled feet wobbled a little on the bar beneath. Her Mother was always yelling about one misbehavior or another, and they were usually aimed in Neme’s direction — for good reason. Today was such a case, but the excitement of the day drowned everything else out.
“I want to see them!”
This was the only position where Neme could see the docking spot down below given her height. If she moved then it’d be impossible to watch her Father and brothers returning from the mines. Her Mother didn’t seem inclined toward sympathy over her plight, but before another chastisement could be given the platform began to shake; people around them crying out in panic and confusion as Neme was yanked off the rail
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Literature
A Hundred Times: A Domestic Violence Poem
A Hundred Times: A Domestic Violence Poem
A hundred times I screamed
tortured, begging cries —
“No, please. Stop, stop. . . Don’t.”
that tore from my aching throat;
clawed at your arms, pushed at your chest
until my body went limp from exhaustion.
And all you did was smirk as
Your knuckles hit my ribs with a crack!
Sending me reeling backward into the wall — again.
Body vibrating with pain and eyes closed
While hope finally died with my last
Gasping sob. . .
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Tabitha Deasún
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The page of a female writer, the oldest of five children, who has Rheumatoid Arthritis. She loves reading and writing among many other varying interests, and is always multi-tasking, keeping herself entertained, and enduring the curse of a million different tabs open in her browser at any one time. You can find me on Twitter [@windmillstilt] or Facebook [totiltwithwindmills], and at the linked blog site as well! My work is shared here and on Wattpad.
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Is simply what the title says: if you are from Paris or visiting Paris, please let me know you're safe. My heart hurts and my stomach is sick over what has happened, and I worry for those I know through this community. My thoughts are with those who have died, been injured, and/or lost loved ones during this time. ‪#‎MyHeartAndThoughtsWithParis‬ ‪#‎LoveForTheCityOfLight‬
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  • Reading: Four Nights With The Duke by Eloisa James
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  • Playing: Clash of Kings
  • Eating: Tacos!
  • Drinking: A can of Arizona Southern Style Sweet Tea

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I saw a thing that said "I don't do X enough" and I couldn't respond cause it was old, and hadn't had comments in forever, but figured I'd put mine here: I don't write enough.

That makes me sad to admit, but it's so true these days.
“Daddy! Da-ddyyyy!”

The cries tore through tension heavy air as he fought for patience. The bear must’ve come down from the mountain during the storm. It looked malnourished; skin sagging on bone swaying as it tried half-heartedly to get at his daughter through the debri over her. Drought had been bad this year prior to the storm. Rain had come little until it came howling with harsh winds that ripped apart everything at the seams.

Tauran wanted to tear the animal away, but fought for patience. Afraid that any reckless action could cause him to lose his daughter to the starved, enraged animal. He’d already lost the twins to the storm, . . the thought of losing another child was anathema to his soul. It just couldn’t be allowed to happen. Taking a second to suck in a breath to lungs that already hurt from strain, he whispered up prayers to several deities just in case then began to maneuver around predator and prey.

Hand gripped the large hunting knife harshly for a second as the animal’s claws hit hard enough to crack one of the boards keeping him from Charlotte’s face. He forced himself to loosen his fingers just a little; not wanting to grip it too tight and have jt slip from his slightly damp hand. The rain was still falling a little, and he could still taste mud in his mouth from the puddle he’d woken up with his face in earlier. A few more steps would put him in a solid position behind the bear, but it was the sound of running footsteps coming toward his daughter’s shouts that forced him into action.

The hold wasn’t perfect as he gripped the bears flabby skinned neck. Wet fur sliding against his palm as the animal struggled against him now. His fingers loosened for just a second before he was finally able to shift the desperate animal to the side a little and slit its neck. Warm blood poured down over hands shaking from cold and fear; silence engulfing everything for a second as he became still before Charlotte’s renewed panic swiftly pulled him back. Tossing the dead animal aside, Tauran wiped his hands as best he could before pulling pieces of debri off to free her. Knife dropped to the ground as she worked her way free to wrap her tightly in his arms as they huddled there in the rain.

“Shhh, shhh. . . I got you, Lottie. I got you. I got you.”

Right hand stroked wet, dirty hair the same shade as the twins as he clung to her tightly. Frightened the storm would somehow find a way to rip her from his arms now.
Seeking Calm In the Storm
So this is just a small piece I wrote based off a dream I had last night. It's not exactly as the dream was in my head, but close enough considering I usually don't recall that stuff in detail for long. Not sure what I'm going to do with it yet. I may or may not expand on it. So for now consider this both a short and a teaser.
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Is it possible to report something on DA that's labeled as free and comes up in such searches as free, but then you go and it talks about how much it'd cost and where to buy? o.O;

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I'd like to know if you wanna do something different? Nod 
Like, helping a stranger get the help he needs! Nod 
I'm on a mission to spread my brothers campaign to find the help he needs! La la la la 

If you care enough to help, you can read more about it here!  www.gofundme.com/63gmz-i-want-… Meow :3 

Thanks very much if you help me! :happybounce: 

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Happy birthday, and may your new year of life be even more beautiful than the last! ;w;
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Thank you for going fave crazy on my stuff!!! <3
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Well-deserved fav craziness. <3
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Thank you for adding the ratworks to your favourites!
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totiltwithwindmills Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2015   Writer
Thank you for making beautiful things I can't help favoriting! =)
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Thanks for the watch :]
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Thank you for the favorite on To a lark...totally unexpected and appreciated! :)
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apoemhowsweet Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2015   Writer
hello friend, i just re-read a few of your comments on my work and wondered how you're doing? i hope you are well and that life is being good to you. hugs!
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totiltwithwindmills Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2015   Writer
Thank you. <3 Wish I could say life has been treating me well. I've been having a lot of health issues act up so it's draining. Right now I'm dealing with an infection and a kidney stone, the infection being related to the stone, and it's not the first stone I have dealt with either. I actually just dealt with two in August. Between that and flare-ups, and low energy, I've just been a mess. Hoping to get back into writing soon. Been spending most of time reading or binging Netflix. There's been a few positive moments though: my boyfriend of (now 3 years as of Sept. 15th) came out to visit me in August for 4 days, our first meeting finally, and it was wonderful - he's coming back in March and we're trying to figure out stuff so that hopefully next year we'll be living together; I also got a new, working computer which means no more dealing with a dying one that crashed all the time.

How have you been? Is life treating you well? Huggle! 
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