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Shoot Me Down by undead-writer, literature

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Shoot Me Down

Seo gazed at the blood spattered Inspector, standing on his doorstep, cupping something in his hands and cooing over it. There was also a slow trickle of blood seeping through Loki's fingers and dripping intermittently onto the ground. "Hey, small fry." The Inspector looks up, his eyes fixed on Seo's. "I've got something to show you." Opening his hands, Inspector Loki shows the raw heart resting on his palms. "I picked this out just for you." An unhinged smile spreads across the little Inspector's face. "I'd give you my heart, but since I don't have one, this one will have to do. I'm sorry, but it broke on the way over. It was supposed to be

Kill The Love by undead-writer, literature

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Kill The Love

Inspector Loki sat in one of the darkened corner booths, a brooding scowl illuminated on his features every so often by the strobe lights of the club he was now frequenting. After the last attempt to prove to the dreamy redhead that he wasn't good for him had backfired, the Inspector had racked his brains, trying to think of some way to show that he was a lost cause. Eventually, he had stopped in a club, letting himself drown in the loud music and noise. Watching the muscular bodies of the guys twisting and writhing, Loki was struck by how delicious they looked. He felt his tongue run across his lips hungrily, a dark urge bubbling up inside h

Can't Believe In My Goodness by undead-writer, literature

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Can't Believe In My Goodness

Loki sat morosely at the bar, staring moodily into the bottom of his glass of water. It had only been a few hours since he had left the little slice of paradise far behind him in a blur of movement and tears. Now though, there was only a deepening darkness in his gut, slowly swallowing him whole. There had been an emotional conversation, mainly on Loki's end, always accompanied by a gentle hug and kind words. More than he ever deserved. The topic had soon turned to Loki questioning why he was here and why this complete stranger was going far out of his way to treat him so endearingly. That's when the bomb dropped. "You've got something good

Only The Lonely Roam by undead-writer, literature

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Only The Lonely Roam

Seonaid Lachlann adjusted his claret red checkered scarf a little tighter around his neck. Satisfied, his fingers played along the seam of his flat cap before finally tugging it to a downward angle. In fact, much of his outfit, from the hat and lambskin leather jacket, to his linen pants with fake leather detailing was the same navy blue colour. The only thing that stood out was the accessory wrapped up neatly below his chiseled teal jaw. Unfortunately, the flat cap did nothing to keep the wild mane of rosso corsa red hair from spilling out over his shoulders. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he wandered along, keeping his pine green eyes

Love Is Your Goal by undead-writer, literature

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Love Is Your Goal

Scrydan waited until his Gamekeeper had left his study before rising from his chair. While he has the utmost faith in Fate, he still found the whole situation concerning Cearo and Hamia troubling. Striding to the balcony doors, he pushed through them and leaned tiredly on the sturdy white marble railings. "Why?" He muttered, looking out over the distant cityscape. "Why must my flock question me? I know that children will be disobedient from time to time, but this is outright rebellion." Shaking his head, he straightened up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out one of his custom-made, elongated cigarette fashioned from the finest ebony wit

Last Breath Of Chance by undead-writer, literature

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Last Breath Of Chance

Faran left the Savant's residence, after saying goodbye to Scrydan's five year-old niece. "Mercy be to the child for having an uncle such as he." Fate muttered under his breath as he strode down the tiled pathway leading from the impressive estate house. Heading through the now bustling city, watching construction crews of indentured workers slave over the damaged structures, Faran contemplated just how thoroughly the Savant's house of cards was toppling from the bottom up. Who knew that two brash swashbucklers could bring an entire totalitarian society to its knees through such a simple act of defiance. However, a small smile touched Fate's

Living One Life by undead-writer, literature

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Living One Life

Scrydan, or the Master Savant as he is known to everyone else was sitting at a polished ebony table, picking at his lunch with burnished gold utensils, pushing the food around the similarly spotless gold plate. Sitting near him was a young female with pearl skin just like himself, her ocher brown eyes fixated on the television. Her sapphire hair was worn in a cascading pleated fashion. As she shifted her chair, her hairdo caught Savant's eye. Tilting his head to look at her, he reached out, taking the knotted ponytail into the palm of his hand. "What's this?" Turning, she looked up at him. "It's the latest fashion at school. All the girls a

Positions Of Stealth by undead-writer, literature

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Positions Of Stealth

Cearo glanced left and right, sizing up his competition as he impatiently waited for the cannon-shot to mark the beginning of the Concrete Jungle games. Focusing on a rectangular oblong settled onto one of the supply containers, he let a small smile cross his timber-wolf grey features. With an almost disdainful huff, he blew his midnight blue fringe out of his burnt umber eyes. His face, like the rest of his body, was adorned with electric indigo markings that were as exotic as they were tribal looking. Tensing up, he dropped into a crouching position, ready to spring forward. As soon as he heard the initial resonating boom, he had already l

Hope Is Aflame by undead-writer, literature

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Hope Is Aflame

Special Agent Merton Werian sat inside the white, nondescript surveillance van, accompanied by four handlers who monitored every camera feed and listening device around them. Mainly, the bulk of the equipment was focused on the lone figure sitting on the bench near the outskirts of the park. It was very early in the morning, so one could be forgiven for thinking that the solitary individual was simply basking in the solitude. As the watchers moved from monitor to monitor, Merton found his gaze constantly being drawn back to the subject of this extensive bugging. For that matter, ever since the confirmed reclusive alchemist Mavryk had entered

Burnt City by undead-writer, literature

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Burnt City

The cityscape was eerily silent. A steadily rising sun lit up the sky with orange fire. There were no lights in the windows of the highrises, no drawn curtains. Cars sat nestled against the edges of the road like fossils. However, as abandoned as it seemed, there were faint traces of existence. Inside the tallest building, caged away in the empty parking lot, an eight-legged monstrosity with an abnormally large mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth and a clustered multitude of eyes paced back and forth restlessly. Occasionally it would shimmer out of sight, and then its prison would glow and crackle. Then, with a snarling growl, the creature w

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Girl In Black by undead-writer, literature

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Girl In Black

Sitting solitarily alone, dilligent An artist of unknown talent Crafting, sculpting, moulding, she is intelligent I speak so highly of her, yet am not valiant Coversation with her would fall so flat. Watching occasionally, hoping She will be engaging, responsive Making a fool of myself, she'll think I'm doping Either that or I'm aloof, elusive Worst case she thinks I'm hitting on her. Misinterpretation is not what I want Talking to females empties my gut Desperate for contact, yet not to flaunt My intellect, I hesitate, but, If only I could ask for her name.

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Mar 7
Canada
Deviant for 19 years
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I am a poet/writer. My main genre of writing is sci-fi, fantasy, sociopolitical, and fan-fiction. My main genre of poetry is open horror and macabre, open general, and open teen romance.

Current Residence: Ontario, Canada
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
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Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: My Sandisk 512mb
Shell of choice: Don't have one
Wallpaper of choice: Anything Anime related
Skin of choice: No preference
Favourite cartoon character: Homer Simpson
Personal Quote: You're not finished when you lose, you're finished when you quit

Favourite Visual Artist

Mylo

Favourite Movies

Underworld

Favourite TV Shows

CSI, CSI: New York, Fringe

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Celldweller

Favourite Books

John Constantine: Hellblazer, Dune

Favourite Writers

Mylo

Favourite Games

Final Fantasy XIII, Dynasty Warriors

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox 360

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, paper (lots of it), good music, Mylo's laptop

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Sep 5, 2013

OC Quiz

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1. What's your gender? Kiyoshi Takeo: Male. 2. Interesting... What's your current age? Kiyoshi: Early twenties 3. Uh-Huh. What's your favorite food? Kiyoshi: Pastas and soups. 4. And your favorite drink? Kiyoshi: Apricot Juice. 5. Confession Time! Who's your crush/lover? Kiyoshi: Yoruichi Shihōin... 6. Aw! Have you 2 kissed yet? Kiyoshi: *eyes widen* Heavens no! I'm much too scared of her to do that. *narrows eyes* Don't tell her any of this. 7. Classic question. What's your favorite color? Kiyoshi: Navy Blue 8. Who's your favorite author? Kiyoshi: Sun Tsu. 9. Now what's your biggest fear? Kiyoshi: Any harm befalling the

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Jan 30, 2013

I'm 64% cute...

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Basic: [x] = You have blue/green eyes. [] = You blush a lot. [] = You giggle. [x] = You're quiet. [] = You say random silly things. [ ] = You have a baby face. [x] = You wear a more down to earth style of clothing. [x] = You don't wear halter tops or anything to showy. [] = Your under 5 feet 6 inches tall. TOTAL: 4 Innocence: [x] = You're a virgin. [x] = Your idea of a date is really romantic. () [] = You sleep with a stuffed animal. [x] = You like to cuddle. [x] = You've never played the Nervous game. (those annoying populars in 5th grade....) [x] = You don't even know what the nervous game is. TOTAL SO FAR: 9 Colours: [

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May 29, 2012

Comikaze

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With nothing else to do, I decided to write about my experiences at the first annual Comicon. Judging by the title of this journal, it is self-evident just how well it went. First off, I wish to extend a heartfelt apology to ~DarkPrinceOfDarkness. I would have loved to meet up with you and seen your Hetalia: World Axis costume, except I sort of got thoroughly lost in the merchandise section and never left.  So yeah, on that front, complete and utter failure. Hopefully, if they decide it was popular enough to host here in Ottawa again, the layout would be a bit easier to understand or comprehend since I could not make head nor tails of what li

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LauraMartinArt

Dec 10, 2013

Welcome to TheWritersHaven! Thanks for joining!

-Laura (TheWritersHaven co-founder)

undead-writer

Dec 11, 2013

Thank you for inviting me, though I don't really know how this came about.

LauraMartinArt

Dec 11, 2013

Because you're a writer! Haha

DrMDeath

Sep 13, 2013

Also, I apologize for the lack of art, I have stuff to show you. I guess I could show you when you get back? And we hang out? Hopefully. I have an insane work/college schedule, but I will find time for you. *snuggs*

undead-writer

Sep 14, 2013

It's okay, I understand. *snugs back*

That's good.

Of course it is. As if I WOULDN'T.

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