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December 18, 2013
Crossroads by *Entitaria is, as the suggester says, "visual when you read it ... [with a] really surreal and dreamlike atmosphere."
Featured by DorianHarper
Suggested by Rovanna
Literature Text
She's at a crossroad again.
If she recalled correctly, then this was the fourth time in her entire life. She tentatively places a foot forward, on to the cool glass. Decisions were never my strong point, she thinks. Knowing that this could take anywhere between an hour to a few days, she takes off the bulky coat, spreading it out before taking a seat in the middle of the cross-section. There weren't going to be any passers-by after all.
Wait. I've...I've never looked back.
The thought crosses her mind for less than a second, but it clutches onto the messy vines inside her head and before she can stop herself, she's turning her head around looking over her shoulder and gazing into the mist-filled street. It's murky, grey, dark, and filled with heavy rain.
Why have I never looked back?
She doesn't know if that's really a question, or if it's something she's asking herself, but she definitely finds the confusion that comes with the thought loathsome, at best. Deciding not to wait for another epiphany, she gets up. Reaching the wall of silvery wisps, she slowly watches the ripples her fingers are creating in the surface. It doesn't let her through.
She can't fight it. The defeat spreads through her skin, and before she realises, she's shivering and walking backwards and away from the street.
Still trembling, she senses the water on her cheeks.
Tears?
It's said with an incredulous tone as she captures one with her hand and looks down at it.
Another thought.
She knows, that this isn't going to be as quick as it always has been. After all, it's not the first time she's hesitated when taking a turn down into one of these streets.
It's the first time she's felt afraid.
If she recalled correctly, then this was the fourth time in her entire life. She tentatively places a foot forward, on to the cool glass. Decisions were never my strong point, she thinks. Knowing that this could take anywhere between an hour to a few days, she takes off the bulky coat, spreading it out before taking a seat in the middle of the cross-section. There weren't going to be any passers-by after all.
Wait. I've...I've never looked back.
The thought crosses her mind for less than a second, but it clutches onto the messy vines inside her head and before she can stop herself, she's turning her head around looking over her shoulder and gazing into the mist-filled street. It's murky, grey, dark, and filled with heavy rain.
Why have I never looked back?
She doesn't know if that's really a question, or if it's something she's asking herself, but she definitely finds the confusion that comes with the thought loathsome, at best. Deciding not to wait for another epiphany, she gets up. Reaching the wall of silvery wisps, she slowly watches the ripples her fingers are creating in the surface. It doesn't let her through.
She can't fight it. The defeat spreads through her skin, and before she realises, she's shivering and walking backwards and away from the street.
Still trembling, she senses the water on her cheeks.
Tears?
It's said with an incredulous tone as she captures one with her hand and looks down at it.
Another thought.
She knows, that this isn't going to be as quick as it always has been. After all, it's not the first time she's hesitated when taking a turn down into one of these streets.
It's the first time she's felt afraid.
Literature
wednesday's child
it is the third of october
and i am building a castle for us
out of feathers, bird bones,
ocean waves and library book pages.
anything to keep our feet from
touching the ground.
you are sin, he whispers
and his fingers trail cold fire
down my side, scorching flesh
and freezing bone;
brittle pieces of me shatter
as they hit the stained linoleum floor.
don't wake me from this nightmare.
i whisper a nursery rhyme
as i walk down our
autumn path.
kamikaze leaves fall, trailing
fire as they throw themselves from
the branches, down, down,
to cold pavement below.
your words echo in my mind
a constant reminder
that i am sin
but you,
you were
ne
Literature
defeathered
and this is where we bury our hearts,
between self-defeating personality disorders
and burnt bridges and midnight ramblings
we promise ourselves aren’t true;
embedding our memories in forsaken homes
like it is a conscious decision to shed
our wings (reptiles don’t fly)
and maybe I am the monster of every
myth: wide-eyed and jagged toothed and
looking to regain a piece of myself the
world borrowed, many moons ago
as I falter and stumble over my own unaware
feet, wreaking havoc, reeking of self-acquittal--
all I ever wanted to do was belong.
dreams are flaws much like the hearts we
flaunt on our sleeves, and I seem to
have len
Literature
Dreams of reality
A pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these
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If you thought this was another one of my dreams, think again. Just another doodle.
Depeche Mode - Precious
EDIT:
Thank you so much for the DD, especially to
(If you haven't taken a look at her gallery yet, do so! Her gallery will probably cheer you up more than you think. 
) for suggesting it and to 
for featuring it, and those who favourite-d it! 
When I saw the little box on my deviation this morning, it took me at least half an hour of 'Ok, this isn't my deviation, or my profile that this is on, I must have clicked someone else's' and 'Maybe my browsers acting funny?' to get to the point where I thought hey! It's real!
Depeche Mode - PreciousEDIT:
Thank you so much for the DD, especially to
(If you haven't taken a look at her gallery yet, do so! Her gallery will probably cheer you up more than you think. ) for suggesting it and to for featuring it, and those who favourite-d it! When I saw the little box on my deviation this morning, it took me at least half an hour of 'Ok, this isn't my deviation, or my profile that this is on, I must have clicked someone else's' and 'Maybe my browsers acting funny?' to get to the point where I thought hey! It's real!
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On behalf of %Authors-Club, I would like to personally congratulate you for being featured in our New Year 2014 journal. We are inspired by your words and we thank you for being such a wonderful part of the literature community both in our club and on deviantART. 