aethelia

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Mary knew something was wrong when she opened up her suitcase and saw that her book was missing. Anyone else would have thought it was a simple matter of misplacement and moved on, but Mary knew that she placed The DaVinci Code on top of her clothes the night before, and it was the same spot she had been keeping it since they first came to Georgia. Her immediate thought was that Lindsey might have taken it just to see what it was about - she too had been hearing all the hype around the new novel through the news and gossip mill so it only made sense that she would soon want to try and satiate her curiosity. But Lindsey was also a slob whose o

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I remember when three people close to me died all within a year of each other. First went my granddad in November 2000. I was ten years old. My friend, Ashton, went the follow spring - she got in a car accident over Spring Break and was in a coma for a few months afterward before her family took her off life support in the beginning of June. The rest of that summer came and went, and when school started back up in the fall, my friend, Emily, died from meningitis. I was ten years old for all three of these deaths. My granddad's passing wasn't the first family death I had to experience, but it was the first time it really affected me in the wa

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"Do you know what you want, Aimee?" She didn't know why Bryce was asking her this. It was an unspoken rule between them that they would never bring up the other's future. They've been meeting on this hilltop since the start of high school, three years before, and they always managed to keep the topic of conversation on the present only. What movies have you seen? Were there any concerts you went to? Read any good books lately? Safe, easy topics that wouldn't cross the line and take them into places they weren't prepared to go. Aimee plucked a blade of grass and twirled it between her fingers. "Do you know what you want, Bryce?" Bryce folde

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the space between

I've ventured into the woods many nights before this one, but the darkness and silence that is always present has never felt so overwhelming than it does right now. The moon always rests in a high spot above the trees, creating the glow of the nightlife for all creatures to see by. But tonight, on this one night, the moon is shadowed in the sky, making everything loom and expand around me. The world is large and beautiful, and it's in this moment that I truly feel my insignificance, a small speck planted deep down into the vastness of the earth. It is so dark, and I am so cold. The sharp, strange feeling pulls on me again - right in my chest

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"I think there's something down there." "What is it, what do you see?" "I…I don't know. I can't really tell, it's hard to see from here, but it kinda looks like…like a box. A brown box. It's definitely square, but…" "Yeah, I think I see it. I see what you're talking about. I'll try and check it out." "Just be careful, okay?" "I will, I promise." She took off her clothes – a pink tank top, beige shorts, two white socks – and stood at the edge of the pool clad in nothing but her bra and panties; stripes on the former, polka dots on the latter. She scooted forward until her toes hung over the edge, curling and uncu

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seeds of memory

The man had just marked his students' papers, checked on his son, and climbed the creaky stairs towards his bedroom when he felt the tremors of his phone vibrating in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out and blinked when he noticed the name on the blue LCD screen – one he never thought he'd see contacting him in the middle of a Thursday night. Stepping onto the landing, he flipped the top open and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?" "John?" The voice was feminine and chirped, exactly how he remembered it. It held a frail tone to it, which didn't surprise John, considering it was one he hadn't heard in many years. It was the sound that comes

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Every time Joe and Nathan took the stage, guitars strapped over their shoulders and positions ready at the microphone, they sent the energy out to the surging crowd, who then pushed it back to them, and it became a cosmic force of intense musical euphoria. That was before things started to change. They had hired Charles as their manager early on in their career, and he remained a solid and constant force with them ever since. He was an intense number cruncher and usually holed up in his office for hours at a time, leaving Nathan and Joe to their drinking, smoking, and fucking. The boys rather liked it that way, and it had grown into a syste

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beyond the past

The house we lived in had green shudders and a tire swing out front. The branch the tire swing hung from is broken, and the paint is peeling off the shudders, giving a charred effect to the leafy color. Nobody’s used the tire swing since all six of my cousins tried to fit themselves into it together, so now it just hangs idly and blows with the breeze. Some say there’s an intimidating look to it because of its burnt and abandoned exterior, a haunted feel that helps young boys and girls skip over it and onto the house next door on Halloween. But it was all a part of my childhood, and a huge part that I still yearn for. The black ga

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The needle sets on the black disc and sends it spinning, Then you turn to me with eyes blue and mouth grinning. “Let’s dance, shall we?” and your hands find mine, Arms encircled, fingers entwined. I cannot view your face in my short stature, But the rhythmic sway and throbbing hum has my heart captured. The record circles lazily in the turntable While my mind stretches to as far as it is able. Seeing a time when I can place my head upon your chest And your fragile voice, through wrinkled lips, sounds its best. To a day when I blow the dust off my own collection, Continuing this musical tradition in spontaneous succes

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let loose the phoenix

The room stank and the walls were stained. The drippings slid down the banisters, the nightstands, bureaus, doors, and collected at a pool at her feet. She could feel the gasoline beginning to soak through the soles of her shoes – the bottoms were thinned from years of wear, it was only a matter of time – but she remained still. Arms quaking, hands shaking, eyes leaking, breath choking. And yet she continued to stand. Still. Oh so very still… The world rotated once before her knees hit the floor. There was a time when the boards were creaky and lightly layered with dust, but all that had been covered up by the gasoline, the pe

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I grew up with my hands clasped and my eyes closed and my mother’s voice in my ear whispering, “No, no, no.” But now I live in a place where weed overrides oxygen and liquor hides in the back of the cabinets, and it’s hard to put myself back in the shoes I wore to Holy Communion. He’s leaning against the back of a lumpy couch with a video game controller in his hands. I’m sitting behind him in a plastic chair, watching. I’m always watching when it comes to him, but I desperately wish I could change that. Then I wouldn’t have to see him flirt and flaunt and fuck his way through the student body, flashin

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Nov 22
United States
Deviant for 15 years
aeliasnymph.livejournal.com
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Current Residence: Chicago, IL/Coatesville, PA.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Women's Small.
Favourite genre of music: Metal/Hard Rock/Instrumental/Acoustic.
Favourite cartoon character: Prince Vegeta. Toki Wartooth. Yoshi.

- I'm 22 years old.
- I graduated from Columbia College Chicago in May 2013 with a BA in Creative Writing.
- I did competitive gymnastics for fourteen years (age 4 to age 18) and am only 4'11".
- I bite my nails constantly, an awful habit I am trying to stop.
- I like to look at super cute pictures of adorable animals to cheer myself up when I'm feeling down.
- I enjoy watching anime and would like to attend a convention some day.
- I am an avid drinker of pretty much any tea - currently addicted to Starbucks' Chai Tea Latte and Snapple's Raspberry flavored iced tea.
- I freakin' love soup, and eat it constantly.
- I have social anxiety, and am currently learning to overcome it.
- Despite that, I love meeting new people, and it's exciting and comforting to find others who share similar interests with me. So here's a general welcome for you to leave me any kind of message or comment about anything in the whole wide world. :)

My profile picture was taken by my good friend and wonderful photographer =ketene. Look her up, she's amazing.

Favourite Movies

The Lion King. Snow Cake. The Dark Knight. Inception. Scream. Some Kind of Monster. An American Crime. Juno.

Favourite TV Shows

Lost. Twin Peaks. Metalocalypse. Mystery Science Theater 3000. Extras. The Ricky Gervais Show. Boardwalk Empire. Curb Your Enthusiasm. Seinfeld. Archer. The Killing.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Metallica. Rush. Iron Maiden. Judas Priest. Alice In Chains. Amon Amarth. Rammstein. Slipknot. Opeth. Eluveitie. Dethklok. Mastodon. Ghost Brigade.

Favourite Books

To Kill A Mockingbird. Harry Potter. The Hunger Games. Columbine. Jane Eyre. Emerald City.

Favourite Writers

Joyce Carol Oates. Jennifer Egan. Dorothy Allison. Francine Prose. Bonnie Jo Campbell.

Favourite Games

Super Mario 64. Legend of Zelda (Ocarina of Time). Guitar Hero. Soul Calibur.

Favourite Gaming Platform

N64/GameCube

Tools of the Trade

The pen. The notebook.

Other Interests

Writing. Reading. Music. Ricky Gervais. Stephen Merchant. Karl Pilkington. Bonding with others over mutual interests.

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Aug 21, 2011

The momentous first entry.

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I've had a dA account for a couple years now, and yet never made a single journal entry. Don't get excited, this isn't anything mindblowing. Personally, I want to be more active with my page and gallery, so I decided to start utilizing what I can. This past summer, I did this little project where I wrote 500 words every day in order to accumulate a decent sized manuscript at the end of three months. I fell off the wagon for some of it, but I do have some material, and I'm thinking of posting it here. They're just snippets and don't really have all that much content, but I want to fill up my gallery a bit more and it'll also help to show me h