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Silieth- Contest entry- Theme- Relationships. It was a sea composed of the people who were missing the last piece of their lives; each one of these lost, lonely people with a puzzle piece instead of a hand, waiting to lock into another and complete themselves.Silieth- Contest entry- Theme- Relationships. by =Shaedry
Some of them walked mournfully though the crowd with limbs splintered from a combination that violently failed. Some of them were still struggling to keep their hands together, their bodies quaking as their pieces started to slip each other's grasp.
As the creamy mass of people clotted and separated with time, most of the torn limbs were healed, but in some, the cracks crept insidiously to their core, and soon the fractured body
A writers wings. An egg cracked; the ivory orb splintered as each delicate limb stretched out of its prison. The translucent fetus writhed in the warm morning air, and when the sunny beak finally found its voice, he screamed.A writers wings. by =Shaedry
The pen scratched the paper, her unsure hands trembling as she imprinted her amateurish thoughts on the parchment, her ideas like a premature babe.
Days and nights circled the forest like dancing lovers; he cried with delight as his mother brought him the savory inhabitants of the forest, each rosy and plump piece of flesh feathering his wings and strengthening the flexible muscle beneath his gauzy skin.
She devoured the advice of oth
Tossed Salad. Shafts of illuminated rays stretched across the room, white bed sheets reflected the suns glory until it radiated like a holy veil. A pair of ebony eyelashes flicked off the lead of sleep; limbs stretched across the sprawled sheets and hands gathered folds which formed milky waves.Tossed Salad. by =Shaedry
Bare feet floated above the floor before touching down, drowsy steps dragging across it before a splash of reality washed away the misty remnants of sleep.
The sun had bid the world a grand greeting and was now steadily curving across the sky. A bicycle was seen darting along the black tar. Porcelain hands grasping ebony handlebars as if she would be swept away a
The Pianist. "I am sorry for your loss." Said the doctor.The Pianist. by =Shaedry
I snorted at his thin-skinned pity. Most people think that loss would be losing a rosy-faced child to a fall a little too high, a loved one being crushed by a car driven by a man who couldn't keep his booze in his bottle.
No one would think that the loss of my hands would be nearly as heartbreaking.
"Renowned pianist has lost his hands in tragic fire." That was the media's headline, the dreadful truth being smeared in my face as if the inflamed stumps of hopes and hands burned were not enough reminders.
I have not been totally truthful with you, my thumb remained plastered on my left
deviantART & FB Raffles!Hello everybody!
I'm happy to announce that I will be hosting TWO seperate raffles! :D
DEVIANTART RAFFLE
After my pageview counter hits 75000 I will be giving 100 points to 3 lucky people that :
:bulletred: Have faved this journal.
That's it. No screenshot of my kiriban, nothing else. Just add this journal to your favorites and you are legit to be in the live session that I will host, picking the 3 lucky numbers by random.org . Your number is the fav number order in my journal.
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FACEBOOK RAFFLE
Again, after my deviantART counter hits 75000 I will pick one person from my facebook page
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Creep! (Kidding. 
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I like surprises. 
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