23 Recent Deviations
Breathing Starlight - Tyson BrunoI'm breathing smokey starlight and,Breathing Starlight - Tyson Bruno by BTHOT
Feel like a living galaxy
Everything's so bright and grand
Basking in this fallacy
Lets smoke the things that come from dirt
And others made by man
This plant and I both came from earth
Both born of humble sand
We were not made to last, my friend
But the object's not to die.
Just enough to fade the past
That's all you need to try
I'm breathing in the starlight now
Pierce grey and light the shade
Im leaving Earth but still I vow
I'll come back to it one day
Prompt: Virus I settled in to my chair, the air blew against the old ratted building I called my home. Since the outbreak many died or fled, leaving abandoned cars on the roads, stores fully stocked and left to rot, many T.V and radio stations were left to collapse.Prompt: Virus by On-midsummer-night
My companion, David, whose family was also devoured by the plague, slept on the couch. I was tempted to wake him up, just to see his deep, amber-brown eyes. Instead though I pulled out an ancient DIY magazine.
Flipping through the warped yellow pages I still watched him, envied his peacefulness. How could he be so peaceful in a time like this? People consuming each other from lack of food, the plague killing people by its disturbingly high fever that melted your insides until blood ooze out of every possible location. Yet there he was: peaceful, calm, cool, and collected.
As if sensing me watching, he looked to me, “Calm down
Prompt: Training A clink of a sword and a vicious yell echoed down the corridor.Prompt: Training by On-midsummer-night
"Use your sword as an extended limb, Xavier! It's not a stick, its a sword. Make it part of you, hear its song. Become your sword." An older man bellowed, his greyed brows pressed close to his silver eyes that seemed to pierce into the young boys lilac ones.
The boy obeyed, lifting the large, bulky blade. The sword was obviously very heavy to the boy, but not as heavy as the weight of his father's death. The sword could never compare to that. To that thought the boy started to swirl the blade, it's warm leather hilt pressed hard into his cold pale flesh. He lifted the blade higher and swished it through the air, clanking it loudly against the old man's. As he twirled it he thought of his father fighting bravely on the battlefront. His father never hesitated to swing the sword, not even as he approached his death, then why must the boy? This time Xavier obeyed his instructor, feeling t
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