The District of Never Die

Falling through the clouds
on broken angel's wings,
beautiful sorrow.

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That was my sad attempt at a haiku.
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An angel's eyes and pure feathers in your hair, you must have fallen through the clouds.
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Both inspired by:
  Falling Through the Clouds

 Prompt 387, "along the banks," for all_unwritten 
I got the inspiration from a deviation on deviantART, skyen.deviantart.com/art/Uncle-Danny-84842931
That's where all the "ands" come from, but the story idea was original. I kinda made it so it was like a myth since I've been reading a lot of mythology for my class lately. Anyways. I hope you like it.
And.
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     First there was a boy. And his name was Danny. And Danny loved a girl very strongly. And she loved him the same. And they walked along the banks of a quiet babbling brook every day for most of their youth. And they held hands, and they kissed, and they sometimes just sat there.
     And Danny hummed. And he hummed along to the beating of their hearts. And both of their hearts beat in time. And their song was one that could never be erased. And it was beautiful.
     And then one day, Danny waited by the brook for the girl. And she never came. And Danny waited again the next day. And she never came. And so Danny waited a third day. And again she never came.
     And Danny got worried and went to her house. And Danny saw her. And Danny cried. And her parents cried. And the neighborhood cried. And they buried her later that week.
      And Danny was lonely as he sat along the banks. And Danny cried even more. And Danny sat there for so long that Danny became a part of the tree on which he was leaning. And Danny's body slowly lost form. And Danny's heart was all that was left. And Danny's heart became a beautiful flower. And the flower prompted beautiful song from the birds. And the birds sang their song. And the song sounded like Danny's. And Danny's song lived on. And Danny's heart lives on.

    The sounds of home. . . oh the memories they bring to mind. Some are full of joy, of laughter, of stories about the good times. Others are annoying - the crying of a newborn baby, the neighbors upstairs partying late into the night, the smoke detector alerting me to my burnt cake. And, of course, some are sad, like when my mother came crying to me about my father's diagnosis, or when a phone call brought the end of a relationship.
    But all are the sounds of home, and it would not be home without them.

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That was for prompt 345 of all_unwritten, "sounds of home."
and this next one, posted one day late >_< is for prompt 344, "mental illness."
This is the picture that inspired my response, which belongs to lastscionz of deviantART (http://lastscionz.deviantart.com/art/the-Call-of-a-Hero-95321009)


    Her first thought was of how cute the little frog was, sitting on his mound by the pond. Her second thought questioned if she had acquired a mental illness recently as the frog began to speak to her while waving a tiny sword.

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Nice and short :) haha
And now it's time to catch up on my paper journal but I really don't feel like it >.< I just moved into my dorm and there's still a lot of stuff to be done . . .

An honest man's lie just adds to the pile - the pile of lies built up until this exact moment in time. Oh, there goes another, and another, and another. An honest man's lie is a little lighter, not as burdened with guilt as the others, but it's still a lie, and so it goes on the pile. Too bad the pile is about 3 times the size of Earth. If only the honest man had stayed honest.

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"Me, I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest - honestly.' - Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean
Haha, that was the first thing I thought of when I saw this prompt
And I'm late! I missed the "deadline" for the prompt! haha, about an hour behind this time >_<
for all_unwritten Prompt 324 "an honest man's lie"

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On a different  note, my deviantwear shirt showed up today! Woohoo! I'm so excited to wear it :D
And I can't wait till Breaking Dawn comes out on Saturday!! :D super exciting, that is. I'm going to be in line at Barnes & Nobles, right after I get off work! >_< and too bad I have to work Saturday night or I'd be reading it all day, lulz. =O I might even miss some all_unwritten prompts just to read it! =O that would be blasphemous!  Haha, I'll try to stay on track with the prompts >_<

This is actually a story on my deviantART account ( http://amethyst-knight.deviantart.com/ ) that I wrote for no particular reason (I think, haha). I felt like posting it here to see if I could get some feed back on it, even though I know my friends are probably the only ones that ever come to visit my journal >.<
Anyways, enjoy! And criticism or comments in general are always welcome! :)

      I don't remember where I was born, or even when for that matter. I just remember falling. It was absolutely exhilarating, the feeling of my small form rotating, morphing in the rush. And I wasn't the only one falling. I could see my brothers and sisters ahead of me, sharing in the same excitement I was feeling, the excitement of a new emotion, a new sensation. I wondered if I looked as happy as they did. I sure hoped so, they looked so happy. I could sense my other siblings behind me too, and I pictured them feeling the same way.
       The falling didn't last long enough, though. Soon the Big Blue as we called it loomed out in front of me, in front of us, and all there was anymore was fear. What was this giant wall of darkness coming to swallow us up? Why were my brothers and sisters, so happy one moment, why were they screaming out in terror as they were sucked into the void? And then I was close enough to touch it. I stretched my small little form as far from the Blue as I could, willing myself not be drawn in, but my newborn body wasn't strong enough.
       It felt like hitting a wall face first (well, I don't exactly know what a wall feels like, being new to the world and all, but if I knew what a wall felt like, and if I knew what It would be like to hit it face first, I image that's what it would have felt like). Just like that, I was sucked under uncontrollably to become part of the Blue, part of the thing that had swallowed a countless number of us up.
       And then the realization struck - I was still alive.
       My small little form, once a perfect circle content with the sensation of falling, was now morphing, changing beyond my control. It was confusing, to say the least. Why was I still alive? What's happening to me now? And why do I have the sudden urge to just follow this tugging under me?
       “What's going on?”
       Ah! Someone else is here! I'm not alone!
       “How am I supposed to know, we're in the same situation as you,” a different voice answered.
        More! There are more of us here!
        Joy at the prospect of this new sensation and the fact that I wasn't the only one feeling it engulfed me. “I'm here, too!”
       “Yes we can see that, idiot,” the second voice intoned.
       I didn't mind that he was being so rude to me when we had just met. I was delighted. So many new things were happening! There was still so much to experience! And I was ready.
       “So what happens now?”
       “Ah, are you kids new here?”
       The deeper voice caught us all by surprise and we morphed our way around till we could see who had asked us such an obvious question. The mass in front of us made our forms shake with surprise. He was huge – three, maybe four times the size of even the biggest of us newborns, and he was much lighter in color.
       “Yes we are,” Two (as I had come to call him) informed the mass with the deeper voice, the same rude undertone present in his words. He had apparently given himself the authority of leading our group.
       “Oh” was all we got in reply. “Well, good luck then.”
       The big form morphed until he was facing the opposite direction to go back the way he originally had come. I wasn't about to be left behind. This older form had intrigued me. What did he know about what was happening to us? What could he teach me? I wanted to find out. So I followed him.
       Moving had become second nature to me in the small amount of time I had been living. I now gracefully moved, no flowed, in the Big Blue as I caught up with The Old One (I had dubbed him that based on his age and for lack of a better name – my vocabulary was still growing then, you see), pushing and being pushed by so many others in the process.
       The Old One did not say anything when I finally came up behind him. I don't even think he noticed I was there, but I continued to flow in his wake, watching, learning, waiting. I didn't know what I was waiting for, if it was for him to speak to me, or for something to happen. I didn't know what, that is, until it actually did happen.
        My small, ever changing body was beginning to get warmer. So were the countless numbers of others around me. I could feel the temperature rising, the heat traveling through us all. Then it started to get lighter. It was such a change compared to the cold darkness we had come from. The Old One continued to flow upward (as I had come to name this direction) and my surroundings continued to change, to get lighter and hotter. And then it was too bright to see.
       We had reached the top – the end, you might say. The space where the Big Blue met the Openness. There was nowhere else to go except back down, but I liked the top. It was different. There was so much blue above, yet it was a different blue than myself and my siblings, even a different hue than that of The Old One. It was lighter, and it was beautiful.
       “Are you ready, kid?” The deep voice of The Old One brought me back from my minds wanderings.
       “Ready for what?” I hadn't the slightest idea what he was talking about. After all, this entire situation was new to me. I had no clue what to expect from a world that was both dark and cold and warm and light, from something that could cause so many sensations and new feelings.
       “For the coming of the Tide.”
       Tide? This term meant nothing to me. It wasn't in my vocabulary, so it might as well have been foreign to me at the time.
        But my chance to ask what it meant was lost when the gentle swaying I had grown so used to became rough and turbulent. Soon I didn't know which way was up anymore and my small body morphed so much it felt like I was being ripped apart. It was painful, and I wished it was over. I wanted to go back to where I was before, away from this wretched Tide - back to my siblings, where the warmth was.
        Then it was over. I was warm again and the light was all around me. There was something rough poking into my back. It was a pale - I guess we shall call it yellow, yes, yellow works – a pale yellow color. Another new sensation! Of course it hurt, but it was new, and I was so eager to learn. Oh the experiences I was having, and still so young! I wondered what else the Big Blue held, what new experiences it was keeping in its enormous mass. What wonderful things I could share with my brothers and sist-!
       My brothers and sisters. The Old One. I had been so caught up in my new emotions and sensations that I had forgotten. I had forgotten about them. And I hadn't realized I was alone. I was warm, but I was alone. What had happened to me? Where had this so-called Tide taken me? I didn't like this anymore. Too many new things all at once. It was confusing. And that pale yellow thing was still poking me. I wanted to go home.
       Flowing wasn't easy here, wherever I was. It was hard and painful. I struggled to climb each of the pale yellow shapes and when I reached the top of one, there was always another. Obstacle after obstacle, challenge after challenge, and I was getting tired of it.
        Tired, so tired. This heat. . .I don't like the light anymore. Make it go away.
        Another yellow mountain later and I had reached the top, only to stumble down to the bottom of another. Was it just me or were these things getting bigger?
        Oh, no. It's me! I'm getting smaller! My form! It's shrinking!
        The heat was getting to me. I was beginning to hallucinate.
       Blue! I thought I saw blue. No, it can't be. I'm so tired, I'm dreaming while I'm awake.
        But then there was blue. Blue, all around me, inside me, engulfing me in its coolness and comfort and familiarity. It was taking away the light, and I was glad for that. I wanted the cold, the dark. I never wanted to see pale yellow again. I had come to the conclusion that “the coming of the Tide,” as The Old One had called it, was a nightmare, and not something I wanted to experience again. I reveled in the feeling of my siblings all around me, in the coolness of their touch, the way we morphed around each other, through each other. It felt great.
       “Good job, kid. You made it back.” That was a voice I instantly recognized. The Old One had come back. He had found me. I wasn't alone anymore.
       Questions filled me, and it felt like I was back in the Tide again, stretching and struggling, there were so many I was ready to burst. They brimmed inside of me and I strung them out one after another in an effort to relieve the pressure inside of my mass.
       “What happened to me?”
       “A Wave caught you and carried you to what we call the Shore.”
        “Where did you go?”
        “I was in the Tide.”
        “Why was it so hot?”
        “The Sun was warming you.”
        “What were those pale yellow mountains?”
        “Grains of Sand.”
        “Why was I shrinking?”
        “Your mass was evaporating because of the heat.”
        “What does Tide mean?”
        “The Tide is a current, a flow of water, that either carries you to Shore, or has mercy on you and takes you back to the Ocean, or what you know as the Big Blue. The coming of the Tide is usually a once in a lifetime experience. You won't have to worry about it happening again.”
       The questions kept coming and coming. I was amazed at the patience of The Old One as he genuinely answered every single one of them, taking care to make sure I understood everything he had to say.
       Finally he stopped my endless barrage of questions. He looked at me as we floated there and told me something I'd never forget.
       “Kid, don't worry about it. The hardest part is over. Just enjoy life in the water with all of your siblings. Grow, experience things, learn new feelings, have fun. You may still be small, but you're the toughest kid I know – not a single one of the newborns has ever experienced the Tide and lived to tell about it. You're one in a million, kid. Literally. There's no one out here in this wide Ocean like you, so revel in that fact, and experience the world. You never know what might happen, so just be ready for the challenge. Live life, don't just let it happen to you.”

Heavy rain drops puddle together on a sidewalk, reflecting the shadow of a reality that never really existed.
A man and a woman walk side-by-side, smearing conversations into the cracks of an awkward relationship.
A stranger stands alone, trudging forever onward towards the sun behind the clouds - a wasted existence.
A muddy sky sheds tears onto the people, sharing it's depression with the world, or at least what part it could reach.
Heavy rain drops puddle together on a sidewalk, reflecting a world that only exists in a fictional story: an umbrella story.


Photo belongs to zlatoEna (http://zlatoena.deviantart.com/) of deviantart!! not me! I just saw it there and it inspired me to write something about it, and I felt like sharing my writings with you guys, but I figured it wouldn't make sense without the picture.
Anyways! Yes, the photo does not belong to me!! But the writings do. . . and now I'm rambling >_<

:) Hello people I don't even know yet!! Haha >_<
Ok so, my friend kick_back_80s finally convinced me to get a lj because I couldn't get enough inspiration for writing and apparently lj has a lot of literature communities, so I'm here for inspiration! I'm not exactly sure how this works yet, and I need to get used to it, but give me time, and I'll be posting more soon :)
If you have any advice, or know some good writing communities, just help me out!!