They cried once in his bed,
potato chips sticking to tongues
and salt-laced kisses
poised as poison
to annihilate a sweetness
they wanted to stay dead.
They were sand and sea,
surf over silt
to smooth callouses
made by ancient deeds
best forgotten with the tide.
They began where they ended,
where the sea and sand
kiss hello and goodbye.
The only thing left
is salt.
The salt is many things,
the bits on popcorn at the drive-in theater,
a glaze embedded into skin by the beach,
sweat slithering in a summer heat.
They lick their lips to catch
the bittersweet taste.
When they say their farewells
they meet again,
just as the tide touches the tu
War Songs: Chapter 4 by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
War Songs: Chapter 4
Both Piano and Score sighed when they settled down with their group on the ridge of a valley after a few days. Score began to rub out her feet while Piano slipped off his shoes.
“What happened the day we left? I heard Guitar had a bloodied nose, and Bass seemed a little angry.” Score leaned closer when Piano shifted away a bit. “Piano, I know it was you, everyone does.”
Piano dipped his head and wrapped his arms around his knees. “I am sorry, I just-” he looked up to Score, “did anything seem off about Maestro when we left?”
She stared at him for a moment before she smiled. “So you
War Songs: Chapter 3 by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
War Songs: Chapter 3
Piano winced when light came through the curtains, his vision blurred and he threw his arms over his face to try and block it out. After a minute of trying to force himself back to sleep he gave up and sat up. His eyes were blurry and wasn’t sure why the sun was coming from the front of his bed.
It took him less than a second to realize that it wasn’t the sun, it was a pair of yellow eyes staring at him from a very close proximity.
Before he reacted vocally in any way, Piano lashed out and nearly decked Guitar in the face, only to have the other jump back out of reach.
“What are you doing in my room?” Piano swun
Breaking the Cycle by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
Breaking the Cycle
I guess it was meant to be,
lost forever beneath the leaves.
In some twilight realm
where the forces against me overwhelm;
spiders whose fangs have tasted my blood,
drowned alive in a flood,
spinning blades to catch my limbs,
parasites that cause me to jump into sin,
strangers in black who set the traps,
all within a world waiting for gravity to collapse.
I have walked these paths before,
time and time again as a living, breathing, metaphor.
If the world will make an example of me,
then so be it, but I will break free.
Until then,
here I am,
caught between the conclusion and intro.
Lost amongst the pages in the book of Limbo.
War Songs: Chapter 2 by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
War Songs: Chapter 2
Even with the distance between them, Piano was still seething with his footsteps holding more weight than usual when he approached the patio. He stopped before the door and took few deep breaths to regain his composure. Piano felt a heavy weight settled in the air, he managed to pinpoint the source to Score just beyond the door.
Through the glass he could see his Maestro, Bass, and Score gathered together. Bass was talking to her and she seemed to be yelling at him, but the glass muffled her words that rattled the panes of glass. When the old man placed a hand on her shoulder she shrugged him off and ran into the house. She bumped into Pia
Something changed in Terry when he looked down at the dog cowering below him that was held at the point with a whiskey bottle raised above his head. The sloshing sound of the little alcohol left in the bottle sounded like familiar gunshots that pierced the night air and made it bleed so thick that it was suffocating and smoke choked what little air that wasn’t burnt.
A growl brought him back and his arm came down to his side with a heaviness that he hadn’t felt since his son caught the fever and drowned in his sleep. Instead of bringing the bottle down on the dog and ending it’s misery he leaned forward and pointed the ba
War Songs: Chapter 1 by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
War Songs: Chapter 1
There was a tranquility over the mansion that could bring calm to most turbulent of minds. Leaves rustled in the warm spring wind and birds chirped to each other, their wings beating over the breeze that carried them.
Their sounds paled in comparison to the lull of the piano within.
The player swayed with every press of the keys, his eyes closed behind his glasses and a smile upon his face. Though there was music on the stand of the piano not once did he open his eyes to look at it. There was no need for it when it was clear as day in his mind.
His audience remained quiet, an old man sitting in a chair who shared the same expression as
War Songs: Prologue by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
War Songs: Prologue
If one only glanced at the church, long abandoned and rotting away where no one would notice it, they would pass it by without a second thought. However, if you were to stop even for a minute and listen, you would hear it. The faint sounds of whispers coming from inside, soft with harmonies and the occasional dissonance, like a hymn soldiers would sing before the first shot was fired across the line.
Inside the church many of them paced around, glancing outside and shifting on feet that never seemed to rest before returning to the path that their legs took them along the stone floor. Groups of them had gathered around a few of the altars,
They cried once in his bed,
potato chips sticking to tongues
and salt-laced kisses
poised as poison
to annihilate a sweetness
they wanted to stay dead.
They were sand and sea,
surf over silt
to smooth callouses
made by ancient deeds
best forgotten with the tide.
They began where they ended,
where the sea and sand
kiss hello and goodbye.
The only thing left
is salt.
The salt is many things,
the bits on popcorn at the drive-in theater,
a glaze embedded into skin by the beach,
sweat slithering in a summer heat.
They lick their lips to catch
the bittersweet taste.
When they say their farewells
they meet again,
just as the tide touches the tu
War Songs: Chapter 4 by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
War Songs: Chapter 4
Both Piano and Score sighed when they settled down with their group on the ridge of a valley after a few days. Score began to rub out her feet while Piano slipped off his shoes.
“What happened the day we left? I heard Guitar had a bloodied nose, and Bass seemed a little angry.” Score leaned closer when Piano shifted away a bit. “Piano, I know it was you, everyone does.”
Piano dipped his head and wrapped his arms around his knees. “I am sorry, I just-” he looked up to Score, “did anything seem off about Maestro when we left?”
She stared at him for a moment before she smiled. “So you
War Songs: Chapter 3 by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
War Songs: Chapter 3
Piano winced when light came through the curtains, his vision blurred and he threw his arms over his face to try and block it out. After a minute of trying to force himself back to sleep he gave up and sat up. His eyes were blurry and wasn’t sure why the sun was coming from the front of his bed.
It took him less than a second to realize that it wasn’t the sun, it was a pair of yellow eyes staring at him from a very close proximity.
Before he reacted vocally in any way, Piano lashed out and nearly decked Guitar in the face, only to have the other jump back out of reach.
“What are you doing in my room?” Piano swun
Breaking the Cycle by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
Breaking the Cycle
I guess it was meant to be,
lost forever beneath the leaves.
In some twilight realm
where the forces against me overwhelm;
spiders whose fangs have tasted my blood,
drowned alive in a flood,
spinning blades to catch my limbs,
parasites that cause me to jump into sin,
strangers in black who set the traps,
all within a world waiting for gravity to collapse.
I have walked these paths before,
time and time again as a living, breathing, metaphor.
If the world will make an example of me,
then so be it, but I will break free.
Until then,
here I am,
caught between the conclusion and intro.
Lost amongst the pages in the book of Limbo.
War Songs: Chapter 2 by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
War Songs: Chapter 2
Even with the distance between them, Piano was still seething with his footsteps holding more weight than usual when he approached the patio. He stopped before the door and took few deep breaths to regain his composure. Piano felt a heavy weight settled in the air, he managed to pinpoint the source to Score just beyond the door.
Through the glass he could see his Maestro, Bass, and Score gathered together. Bass was talking to her and she seemed to be yelling at him, but the glass muffled her words that rattled the panes of glass. When the old man placed a hand on her shoulder she shrugged him off and ran into the house. She bumped into Pia
Something changed in Terry when he looked down at the dog cowering below him that was held at the point with a whiskey bottle raised above his head. The sloshing sound of the little alcohol left in the bottle sounded like familiar gunshots that pierced the night air and made it bleed so thick that it was suffocating and smoke choked what little air that wasn’t burnt.
A growl brought him back and his arm came down to his side with a heaviness that he hadn’t felt since his son caught the fever and drowned in his sleep. Instead of bringing the bottle down on the dog and ending it’s misery he leaned forward and pointed the ba
War Songs: Chapter 1 by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
War Songs: Chapter 1
There was a tranquility over the mansion that could bring calm to most turbulent of minds. Leaves rustled in the warm spring wind and birds chirped to each other, their wings beating over the breeze that carried them.
Their sounds paled in comparison to the lull of the piano within.
The player swayed with every press of the keys, his eyes closed behind his glasses and a smile upon his face. Though there was music on the stand of the piano not once did he open his eyes to look at it. There was no need for it when it was clear as day in his mind.
His audience remained quiet, an old man sitting in a chair who shared the same expression as
War Songs: Prologue by xXDreamingShadowXx, literature
Literature
War Songs: Prologue
If one only glanced at the church, long abandoned and rotting away where no one would notice it, they would pass it by without a second thought. However, if you were to stop even for a minute and listen, you would hear it. The faint sounds of whispers coming from inside, soft with harmonies and the occasional dissonance, like a hymn soldiers would sing before the first shot was fired across the line.
Inside the church many of them paced around, glancing outside and shifting on feet that never seemed to rest before returning to the path that their legs took them along the stone floor. Groups of them had gathered around a few of the altars,
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I know a few people are going to be confused by this, but I thought it would be a good idea since I can't art.
It's been about 5 years since I came up with the idea for a story. It's changed drastically over the years and I've gone about starting it several times with very different directions, and I'm in the process of it's rewrite. I figure that I need the practice writing and seeing as this won't really ever be decent enough for a publication I should at least get some feedback on it.
Today I'm posting the prologue and first chapter of War Songs, and I will be posting another chapter each month on the 21st. I would really appreciate feed
I'm going out of the country for a couple of weeks, so I won't be on as often. We'll be visiting Tuscany, Florence, Rome, and maybe Pisa and Sienna too! I'll be sure to upload pictures when I get back~ :)
Pulled this from ~ArtistWithoutAFace (https://www.deviantart.com/artistwithoutaface)
Tony Stark/ Iron Man
[] You like booze
[] You are the life of the party
[X] You love gadgets
[] You can be rather cocky
[X] Your favorite color is red or gold (Red plz)
[X] You're good with computers
[X] You use sarcasm a lot
[] You love getting attention
[] You're good at mechanics
[] You have issues with your parents
Total: 4
Dr. Bruce Banner/ The Hulk
[] You're good at science
[X] You can get very agressive when ticked off
[X] You like to be secluded most of the time
[X] You like wearing baggy clothes
[] You like to meditate
[] You like doing science experiments
[X] You try to a
You're welcome! I'm so happy you made that picture, the day that scene happens is a day where my cold dark empty soul will break into a hundred pieces once again. I look forward to it. 8)