Hitotsuboshi

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Blur by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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Blur

He was there once. In some ways, he had always been there. He was greater and weaker than inspiration, her lifeline and her killer. She used to believe in fairy tales, clung to them like a child desperate to be loved. And when he came, she clung to him, and then when she fell to her knees and did not feel him help her up, she wondered if she had passed through only mist when she had lunged for his arm, and she shunned the touch of every other fairy tale that came to her after that. This confused the fairy tales, of course, for they did not believe in reality. They did not understand that although he had been a dream, he had also been reality

The 100 Waffles of Mahoney B. by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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The 100 Waffles of Mahoney B.

Mahoney Baloney, the baloney-maker of Mookland, led a ho-hum life, having inherited a family business which was famous for making the most malleable (but still finely ground), thickest (but still thin), and freshest (but still dead) meat for the most tantalizing baloney the citizens of Mookland had ever known. However, constantly being around a particular food product has a tendency to make one tired of it. Mahoney could rarely bring himself to eat the baloney he so skillfully made. Rather than partaking of the juicy, tender, protein-filled goodness of his slices of baloney, he often helped himself to the warm, sweet, sugary comfort of homem

Flower Muse by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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Flower Muse

I always thought it was silly that people have written poems and songs comparing hope and true, eternal love of any kind to flowers. It seems to be a popular way of looking at it, but I think it's ridiculous. And I have thousands of years of experience. Everybody loves to talk about how there are some flowers that bloom even in winter and how they always come back after winter kills them. They're supposed to symbolize resilience, perseverance, and constancy, which are very necessary components of hope and love. It's all in the name of encouraging people that there are ways to overcome death in all its literal and figurative meanings. Having

Melted Snow--Revised Prologue by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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Melted Snow--Revised Prologue

The ice began in her legs. They slowly turned deathly pale and rock-hard, and she gasped, the shock preceding her pain. But it had already progressed to her lungs by the time she felt ready to scream, and her cry was choked before it could escape. Her arms and hands became solid and useless mid-flail. Then it seized her heart, and her head fell back into the snow, lips still slightly open as though her scream still hung limply upon them, and finally, the ice glazed over her eyes, hard and heatless. Despite the unnatural deftness with which the ice accomplished its task, the world seemed to be trudging and faltering before his eyes. Vaguely,

What Makes the Ocean by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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What Makes the Ocean

“Pardon, sir,” a gravely but kind voice cut through the forefront of the din of the seaport. “The ship is preparing for departure. May I take your bags for you?” Edon glanced up from the legal papers he was perusing and forced a genial smile at the deeply-wrinkled old man before him. “Yes, thank you very much, my good sir,” he said with more enthusiasm for the service than he felt. “I will follow in just a moment.” With a nod, the man picked up a bag in each hand and sauntered away. For a brief moment, Edon wondered why an elderly man was doing manual labor at a seaport, but the thought was forgotten

Engulfed by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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Engulfed

I want to fall asleep to the lull of a pounding surf, the fresh and tangy breezes dipping down to stroke my hair in passing as they ascend to the heavens, a forgotten but still subconsciously comforting blanket snaking between my legs as my arms lay out across my mattress in order to better soak it all in, like a perpetually patient woman opening her heart to her lover. I want to wake up in the morning and be able to sit at a windowsill, drinking hazelnut hot chocolate while pondering whether I will ever be able to see the other side of the sea with my naked eye. I want to write my tales and music with the waves behind me, gently pushing me a

Burnt Toast by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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Burnt Toast

Small and soft, Barely emerging Into the world. Plain and fresh, Undecorated By the world. But if it falls, It gathers dirt So easily. I could leave it there. Or I could pick it up, Dust it off, And give it a chance, Holding it That much more gently. After all, I am hungry. Surround it with heat, Wait for the minutes That can seem like hours, Imagine the perfect golden brown It will be Once the heat Has finished its tempering. The smell is like freshness Intensified, As an infant ember Grows into a bonfire, Powerful and beautiful With its strangely natural intelligence. A ring calls out for me-- The heat has don

My Lot by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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My Lot

Maybe time is like an underwater current Deep beneath the ocean-- You're speeding along You can't get out And you can't stop It all seems to be so linear So organized and logical But the fact is it's all around you The endless ocean is all around you The past and present and future Are all happening at once Every once in a while Amidst my desperate flailing I turn around The current yanks my hair behind me Flowing behind me So I can see There Always there We sit, we run, we dance about We laugh and cry and sing So palely illuminated Like ghosts We search for treasure In the shipwrecked ruins Of pirates and sailors pas

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Blur by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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Blur

The 100 Waffles of Mahoney B. by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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The 100 Waffles of Mahoney B.

Flower Muse by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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Flower Muse

Melted Snow--Revised Prologue by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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Melted Snow--Revised Prologue

What Makes the Ocean by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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What Makes the Ocean

Engulfed by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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Engulfed

Burnt Toast by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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Burnt Toast

My Lot by Hitotsuboshi, literature

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My Lot

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The Jewelsmith by hoodedpeanutpire, literature

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The Jewelsmith

The sun is just rising over the valley, bathing the remnants of fall in its cold light, when he opens the door. His hands are gnarled and wrinkled, ancient relics of a life lived long and lived fully. A scar crosses one finger, wrapping around until it ends in a hook. A memory caught in skin, although made fuzzy in his mind by time and age. Those hands do not shake as they flick on the light and shut the door behind him, although they look as if they should. Little things take him time, much more time than they once did. He putters for a moment, stoking a fire, turning on a lamp, unwrapping himself form the scarf his daughter pressed o

dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love. by spyed, literature

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dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.

The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama. It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept. Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy. But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up. It's time to take a mo

Miss You Joe by reed682, literature

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Miss You Joe

Road Ends Once upon a time there was a boy who could not sleep. He could not stop thinking about a girl… He took a walk. The road he walked on was a good one. It was smooth, sturdy, actually quite a lovely road. It was everything a road ought to be. Stable, sturdy… but then it stopped. Suddenly there was a sign, “road ends” and the road was no more. The sign felt all wrong, this wasn’t an ending. This was an interruption, an amputation, there was nothing finished or ended, it just wasn’t any more. The boy looked at the sign and the place where the unfinished road had “ended” as the sign claimed. It

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Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Define "residence."
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small; I's a yittle person. :3
Favourite genre of music: space
Favourite photographer: these
Favourite style of art: questions. Sorry.
Shell of choice: TURTLES!! Yaaaay! :D
Personal Quote: I have a list of them.... A very, very long list. :3

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Not

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enough

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answer

Favourite Games

Chrono Trigger/Cross, Kingdom Hearts, the Final Fantasies, and ANYTHING Mario. And sometimes Zelda.

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2/3 and Wii vie for first place.

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#2 pencils, colored pencils, notebooks, sketchpads, computers, neurons that occasionally fire....

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Music, theatre, film, art, reading, writing, existing as intelligently as possible, etc.

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Hitotsuboshi

Dec 20, 2009

A Word

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I should be going to sleep. I'm certainly tired enough, and this next week is going to wring me dry, so I should be  getting all the rest I possibly can. But it seems I'm always slow at actually convincing myself that life can be put on hold until the morning. Doesn't it ever depress you thinking that you spend a whole third of your life just sleeping? Imagine the things that could be done and the places you could go in eight or nine hours. That's beside the point, though. Heh. Do I have a point here? ^^; Well, recent circumstances have told me it would be the right thing to say something here. I don't know who will read this--the social l

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Hitotsuboshi

Jul 6, 2009

Um. Hi.

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I was very suddenly slammed with about ten dozen glorious ideas for the development of a gigantic story that I am writing and came wandering to deviantART looking to refresh myself on a few notes. Then I realized that I have hardly even visited deviantART in more weeks than I can count off the top of my head, and people have been talking at me and making wonderful deviations and journal entries and I've been ignoring it all and missing out terribly. *hangs head in shame* Life? Still rather crazy at the moment. I moved back to Washington from Florida to be with my family as my leukemia-stricken dad prepared (and recently underwent) a very ri

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Hitotsuboshi

Mar 26, 2009

Today

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I remember the first time I ever saw the ocean. I was probably around fourteen or so. My family had taken a vacation to visit my aunt and cousins near the Oregon coast. They took us to the cold, gray beach. And I was struck dumb with awe at how tiny I suddenly felt, looking out across the cobalt blue water, the mist that beckoned in whispers, unable to see the other side no matter how hard I squinted. My heart raced with the exhilaration of epiphanies. After some time searching for my breath, I finally found myself a stick and wrote in the sand. For the next couple of days, the words "How Great Thou Art" were etched in large letters for anyon

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allieryan

Jan 26, 2010

As someone who is listed under the member list of the

#LDS club I would like to invite you to join as a member of the newly transformed group! All you need to do is press the “join group” button and you’ll be accepted as a member. I can’t hand-invite everyone to join the group because deviantart only lets 25 invites lie in weight at a time and I wanted to make sure everyone was invited at once. Hoping to see you as part of the group again!
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Seabirdicat

Jun 18, 2009

so you are like...still alive?

SakuraTenshi101

May 3, 2009

hey! I was randomly looking at pics and reading comments, and I couldn't help but notice you had a D&C verse on your signature...

RiseofDarkFire

Feb 13, 2009

I don't know how often you go on the da-mentors account but a lot of it's members have been phished. It would be great if you would send out some kind of warning to all of the members (a journal entry would work, or notes if you have more time) so we don't have to spend our afternoon tracking them down one by one. And you might want to change your password(s), just in case.

Hitotsuboshi

Feb 13, 2009

Um.... I'm sorry to sound completely ignorant, but what does "phished" mean?

And yes, thanks for informing me about this. I've hardly spent any time around here lately. Not much opportunity with my schedule. But if there's a problem, I'd like to fix it.