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Sleep My Child by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Sleep My Child

Hestia doesn't smile. She hasn't smiled since the day Tim vanished. As though her own smile was sucked into Tim's, the day it broke wide open. Joker can't get away with it – Bruce had to pry her fingers off from Joker's throat. He even allowed paramedics to revive him (But Bruce didn't revive him, and to the batboys and girls, that meant something). Hestia has been banned from visiting Arkham. Joker can't be held in super strength preventative facilities because he isn't blessed with the skill. It also means he isn't protected from the people with said skill. People like Hestia and Kon biting at the bit to tear out his intestines and

Zombie Scrapper by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Zombie Scrapper

Scribe walked through the doors of the gigantic building. She had already tied her blonde hair away from her face, and the large sunglasses she wore covered part of the tattoos on her face as they shifted their shapes, while keep the sun out of her eyes. The land was barren and she figured that the best spot to find someone would be in the shelter of the largest building in the area. She nearly jumped as the doors slammed shut behind her, echoing into the still air of the interior. The sounds of her rubber dampened footsteps echoed around her. She was dressed for a hike through rainforest, khaki pants, boots, and a tank top for the heat. No

Still Born by DrawingInTheSky, literature

Getting Fresh by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Getting Fresh

The blank expression on the woman's face began to make Ace shift in his chair uncomfortably. "Lady? You alright?" "If lips could kill, I'd kiss you dead." The woman spoke, staring at the screen that Ace had brought an image up onto. "I'm just going to take that as a compliment. Of which I'm going to be flattered. But of which my girlfriend would be infinitely pissed about. Aaaand I'm going to turn around now." Ace said, swiveling his chair back towards the computer in order to print out the address of the woman on the screen, identical to the woman behind him now. The printer whirred to life when Ace felt the woman lean over, wrapping her

Steampunk'd by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Steampunk'd

Victoria stepped over a discarded wrench and gently poked a brass gear out of her way as she walked through the man's office. "Hiram, are you here?" She slid past the second door to his study and heard an explosion just beyond, emitting a cloud of smoke. She hurried forward, settling her hand on the pistol in her handbag as she came across Hiram laying on the ground in a mass of robotics. "Hello Victoria." "Hiram." Victoria responded, easing her hand out of her bag, leaving the pistol inside, "I thought we had agreed you would give up on this nonsense?" she asked as she helped him stand. "Vic, I have all of these ideas, they just aren't w

Behold, Your God, The Student by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Behold, Your God, The Student

This whole situation is completely unfair. Crazy, ludicrous, inefficient, and preposterous. Necromancy isn't one of the most well-respected Arts. In fact, we're pretty much attacked and scorned for our "mistreatment" of the human life, as well as others lives, despite people not comprehending how we ourselves view lives. Respecting life and using it as a malleable force are two separate things and can easily be intertwined. That's my philosophy on the topic, and as a newly found master of the craft, I felt it to be perfectly legitimate. Except that my master, had departed from the land of the sane, and viewed himself as a god. Not God with

This is a Mec(c/h)a by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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This is a Mec(c/h)a

It's not every day that a girl from the slums can say that they are the world's hero. And it's not every day that the person that saved the world receives recognition, or even thanks for their deed. What's most unlikely; is a girl from the slums finding a RavePort3000 and conceivably using the data within to ruin the plot of a high-end Druglord, in effect ruining their plans to rule the world. But that isn't what happened to me. I found a Rav-Port2500. Rav-Ports are the generic off models of RavePorts. RavePorts are small robots that can fit into your pocket. They can interact like a miniature human and link into the RavePort systems, li

Apologies by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Apologies

I ignored my mom as she poked my side and talked to me, attempting to make me talk to her. I refused, I turned on my side toward the wall. I didn't want to hear this. After a half an hour, she gave a heavy sigh and stood from the bed. I could just imagine her leering over me with her hands on her hips. "If you don't start talking, I will have no choice but to dance. I will show you the interrogation art-form of mothers passed down through our family tree." She said jovially. "I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to dad. Leave me, alone." I said, scrunching further into the wall. "I know you're mad at th-," "Do not. Say. "The

The Creepy Old Home by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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The Creepy Old Home

That creepy boarded up house down the street has been having a flurry of interesting guests lately. Demons and ghosts and angels coming and going at all hours of the night, as if a celestial rave was taking place in the house. It echoed with laughter and screams of delight, interpreted as sounds of horrible dooms and torture. But I knew the truth. I saw them all, no one else ever saw the creatures leaving and returning, to and fro. Only I. Eventually I found out it was because I had died when I was a babe. My mother had given birth to a still born. But somehow the doctors brought me back to life, so I walked the edge of the mortal and im

Wolfish Grin by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Wolfish Grin

Opal had never felt stronger until she had hit puberty. She knew her muscles were supposed to get stronger, be better, and become developed. But this was different. She could feel an inner self awakening she had never known, longed for the taste of blood, to run, to lay out in the grass, nothing that she had ever felt much for before puberty. As the time kept going, it only got worse, and when she moved, she felt every synapse screaming to run and fight and yell. But it never felt like a threat to her. It felt like a new being to embrace, like she was giving birth to another self. She cared for it and kept it well fed, not on blood, she neve

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Sleep My Child by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Zombie Scrapper by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Still Born by DrawingInTheSky, literature

Getting Fresh by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Steampunk'd

Behold, Your God, The Student by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Behold, Your God, The Student

This is a Mec(c/h)a by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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This is a Mec(c/h)a

Apologies by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Apologies

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The Creepy Old Home

Wolfish Grin by DrawingInTheSky, literature

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Subconsciously Insane by Chocolate-Waterfall, literature

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Subconsciously Insane

"Questioning sessions" were always the same. The doctors wanted me to talk about what had happened and why this dementia has such a hold on me, yet they never really believed me when I told them the truth of the matter. Today, it's the same thing all over again. I'm ushered into another one of those nice little rooms and left alone to wait for the psychologist to arrive. "Hartman, Matthew" reads the label on a file. All the notes about me and how crazy I've become, I presume. Not that I care enough to read through it. I know myself; I mean, if I was crazy, how would I know who I am? Contrariwise, if I wasn't crazy, would I even be able to un

Escape by Leona629, literature

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Escape

Left Sock and Right Sock went into the dryer together. Left was tired of his existence as a left sock. Sure, he was first when they happened to march, but sometimes he ended up on Right Foot. He and Right Foot never did get along. It was after a particularly horrendous day stuck to Right Foot that he decided he wasn't going to stand for it any longer. He chuckled at the pun. "Hey! Right!" he said, straining to hear himself over the hum of the dryer. "Yeah?" "Not you!" he yelled. Right Purple Sock always was nosy. "Right Blue Sock!" "Fine." Right Purple sock tumbled away

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Artist // Student // Literature

Mar 28
United States
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all, anyone who can draw has talent in my opinion, just a matter of refining it :)

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Spirited Away or The Cat Returns

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mainly Musicals (Rent, Wicked) and other random bands (Gorillaz, Cascada, Aqua, Linkin Park etc etc)

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Edgar Allan Poe or Emily Dickinson

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Board; Mahjong & Mankala, Video; Legend of Dragoon, RPGs

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PS2

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keyboard, and WordPad (pen & paper when away from house)

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Writing, Drawing, Reading, Singing

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DrawingInTheSky

Jul 11, 2012

Tomorrow's Entry

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Will probably be late in my time but on time over all for the day. Mostly because I have to work a double so I'll be getting out of work later without a chance to write during the first half of the day. Agh.

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DrawingInTheSky

Jan 25, 2012

WElp... Hullo again

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Clearly I suck at updating this account xD I've had a hell of a time writing lately and have hardly done it at all. Unless you count academically. I've drawn a bit more. My friend got me a tablet for H.S. graduation in June and I've been using that more. If you ever need/want to get a hold of me you have a greater chance of doing so at WritingInTheSky (https://www.deviantart.com/writinginthesky) than here or also my tumblr which is writetimetodraw.tumblr.com So ya! Check me out there, I GREATLY appreciate all of your attention and love to my literary pieces. Thank you so much everyone! To keep you up to date on how College is going: I took 6 classes this past semester (16 cre

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DrawingInTheSky

Jul 26, 2011

Icons~ :D

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~StorytellingNiche (https://www.deviantart.com/storytellingniche):iconthings24::iconsunstruck-nymph::iconxladyemeraldx: :iconDrawinginthesky::iconlibra-chan94::icontrillean::iconlara1bee::iconAlagaesha: :iconzutary13::iconmysticgaze::iconEmilyyL::iconShimmerStar::iconirukazul::iconkhanashika::iconJennibare: :iconGouze-sama::iconCelestinaGrey::iconsmartybloom::iconLeona629::iconheijichi::iconxxzutarafanxx::iconsenbo-sama: :iconpachiirisu::iconmizuiruka::iconfergie20::iconkibashinolovers::iconHarmlessVampire: :iconstormpatch::iconsachamp45::iconsuiseiusagi::icondrowninginwater::iconPeach-Chu::iconsuzaku009::iconLonelyinthebasement: :iconsable-ambiguity::iconWindy-Asylum::iconAlyc