11 Things: Two Months Later by Zap-Ardendaeas, literature
Literature
11 Things: Two Months Later
1. I haven't known you long, but you're sort of a mentor to me, even though we're the same age. You've seen so much more of the world, and you've brought a new kind of knowledge that I can learn from, and I try to absorb it like a sponge. At the same time, I have come to know that you're as human as I am, not that ethereal, elfish being I saw you as before. But, despite the faults I know you possess, that makes you all the more dear to me. You seem so distant sometimes, and that frightens a lot of people. It used to frighten me, but that was before you opened up into the bright, caring, strong, but ultimately quiet person I know you to be.
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1. I haven't known you long, but you're sort of a mentor to me, even though we're the same age. You've seen so much more of the world, and you've brought a new kind of knowledge that I can learn from, and I try to absorb it like a sponge. At the same time, I have come to know that you're as human as I am, not that ethereal, elfish being I saw you as before. But, despite the faults I know you possess, that makes you all the more dear to me. You seem so distant sometimes, and that frightens a lot of people. It used to frighten me, but that was before you opened up into the bright, caring, strong, but ultimately quiet person I know you to be.
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One Man, Drowning in Pride by Zap-Ardendaeas, literature
Literature
One Man, Drowning in Pride
The ambrosial sunlight spilled through the streets of Verona that day like water from a bucket. Even though it was a warming, clear light, the air was chill, and the briskness told of a cold autumn and hard winter to come. But it was only the end of August now, and for the moment the thoughts of hardship were put to the back of minds.
In the courtyard of the Capulet house, the sound of wood-upon-wood rang out, echoing over the cobblestones and up to the clear blue sky above Verona. Meanwhile the servants and adults of the house were about other business, two young male offspring of the noble family had gathered in the courtyard in order to d
The Only One to Ever Know by Zap-Ardendaeas, literature
Literature
The Only One to Ever Know
Before yesterday, if you had asked me who would live longer -- Wyatt or me -- I would have chuckled sardonically and unfalteringly pointed you in Wyatt's direction. By any rights, I should be dead, and he alive, but the tables have been turned, and I am the survivor.
Yesterday was the twenty-sixth of October, eighteen eighty-one. Yesterday was also the last day of Wyatt Earp's life.
There had only been one cowboy left, Frank McLaury, and I'd had him in my sights. He thought I was in his -- the gun in my right hand had run out of ammunition. But he was quickly picked off, either by my bullet or Morgan's, I know not which. It had not occured
A rosy flush rose to Christines cheeks, and her smile only widened as she hiked up her skirts above her boot-clad feet and ran laughing through the Paris snow from the night before. Youre going to have to run faster than that, Raoul! she called like the young child she had been long ago, when they had played together, in the house by the sea.
How she loved the snow. It was so white, so pure, and sparkled like diamonds in the sunshine. Though it may be trampled into slush and mud underneath countless feet and carriages in the Paris streets, somewhere, in the country, at least, there was somewhere where it remained undi
A rosy flush rose to Christines cheeks, and her smile only widened as she hiked up her skirts above her boot-clad feet and ran laughing through the Paris snow from the night before. Youre going to have to run faster than that, Raoul! she called like the young child she had been long ago, when they had played together, in the house by the sea.
How she loved the snow. It was so white, so pure, and sparkled like diamonds in the sunshine. Though it may be trampled into slush and mud underneath countless feet and carriages in the Paris streets, somewhere, in the country, at least, there was somewhere where it remained undi
The Only One to Ever Know by Zap-Ardendaeas, literature
Literature
The Only One to Ever Know
Before yesterday, if you had asked me who would live longer -- Wyatt or me -- I would have chuckled sardonically and unfalteringly pointed you in Wyatt's direction. By any rights, I should be dead, and he alive, but the tables have been turned, and I am the survivor.
Yesterday was the twenty-sixth of October, eighteen eighty-one. Yesterday was also the last day of Wyatt Earp's life.
There had only been one cowboy left, Frank McLaury, and I'd had him in my sights. He thought I was in his -- the gun in my right hand had run out of ammunition. But he was quickly picked off, either by my bullet or Morgan's, I know not which. It had not occured
One Man, Drowning in Pride by Zap-Ardendaeas, literature
Literature
One Man, Drowning in Pride
The ambrosial sunlight spilled through the streets of Verona that day like water from a bucket. Even though it was a warming, clear light, the air was chill, and the briskness told of a cold autumn and hard winter to come. But it was only the end of August now, and for the moment the thoughts of hardship were put to the back of minds.
In the courtyard of the Capulet house, the sound of wood-upon-wood rang out, echoing over the cobblestones and up to the clear blue sky above Verona. Meanwhile the servants and adults of the house were about other business, two young male offspring of the noble family had gathered in the courtyard in order to d
1. I haven't known you long, but you're sort of a mentor to me, even though we're the same age. You've seen so much more of the world, and you've brought a new kind of knowledge that I can learn from, and I try to absorb it like a sponge. At the same time, I have come to know that you're as human as I am, not that ethereal, elfish being I saw you as before. But, despite the faults I know you possess, that makes you all the more dear to me. You seem so distant sometimes, and that frightens a lot of people. It used to frighten me, but that was before you opened up into the bright, caring, strong, but ultimately quiet person I know you to be.
2
One Man, Drowning in Pride by Zap-Ardendaeas, literature
Literature
One Man, Drowning in Pride
The ambrosial sunlight spilled through the streets of Verona that day like water from a bucket. Even though it was a warming, clear light, the air was chill, and the briskness told of a cold autumn and hard winter to come. But it was only the end of August now, and for the moment the thoughts of hardship were put to the back of minds.
In the courtyard of the Capulet house, the sound of wood-upon-wood rang out, echoing over the cobblestones and up to the clear blue sky above Verona. Meanwhile the servants and adults of the house were about other business, two young male offspring of the noble family had gathered in the courtyard in order to d
The fact that this account is essentially dead is not news. However, I am happy to announce that I have a new one, co-owned with my girlfriend. If you wish to see new works from me, please check it out.
I will most likely be leaving up what is still in this gallery, since the majority of it is awful fanfiction. Nevertheless, I've grown quite a bit as a writer since then, and I'm happy to be moving on to new and better things.
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My main blog: http://sefall.org/Konrad/
My site: http://sefall.org/
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In case there's still anyone about who wanders by this page, I've grown rather silent. I still lurk on DA, commenting and reading and viewing, but I find it unlikely that I will be continuing to submit pieces of my writing here. I've put almost everything in storage, just leaving up the crappy fanfiction, for the most part.
If anyone wants to get in touch with me or read anything I write, I can be found at LiveJournal. http://zapkilikan.livejournal.com
Anyway, I hope all of you are doing well.
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It's been a while since I updated this, huh? There really isn't that much to update about, I suppose. I probably won't use this much once in the future, anyway. My LiveJournal absorbs most of my random drabbling. ^^'
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I just send you a message because you faved my Phoenix Wright parody sometime ago and pages 1 and 2 had been deleted. So I reposted them on my new account : [link]