And I am finished.
Well, "finished" is maybe the wrong word. There are still two short chapters to write — detailing Scapegrace's little adventure - but basically, essentially, that's it. I'm done. I've just sent the official first draft of The Dying of the Light over to Nick, my editor, and Michelle, my agent. They've both read a rough version a few weeks ago so I know there's not going to be much in the way of changes when I start editing next week. Which is a relief. And word count, you ask? Word count?
Well, at the moment, before the edit and missing two little chapters, the word count stands at 153,193. I can't find the exact count, but I think LSODM was about 161,000, so it'll be pretty close in size. I genuinely thought this would be a much smaller book, closer to Dark Days in terms of length. My editor, however, knew the word count would just explode once I started to do what I planned. The book is, he has told me, "hugely ambitious". So there's that.
And I'm glad it's taken me this long to write it, to be honest. I'm glad TDOTL is going to be a heavy, substantial book. It is the end, after all. It deserves to be weighty.
It has still to hit me, by the way. The fact that this IS the end. I think when the edit is finished it'll occur to me that there'll be no more Skulduggery books. Not exactly looking forward to that moment.
On a cheerier note, I've seen Tom Percival's rough sketch of the cover, and it will literally KILL YOU with feels.
Which, now that I think of it, probably isn't a cheerier note at all.
We have such cool ideas for the coming year, plenty of AMAZING events to announce, and I can't wait to let you all in on what we're planning. The next two days, in fact, I will be spending in a massive meeting about those very same events.
The Year of the Requiem is gonna ROCK.
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«Oldest ‹Older 4401 – 4600 of 4703 Newer› Newest»I've been good Taia! Exams a lot recently though, so I'm totally drained.
Hope you're doing well too Taia!
@Rhyd: Good to hear! :) And, not so good. :P
I'm pretty much the same, I think. Examming. BUT I got to pack away AAAALLLLLL of my biology work today because I'm done with it now! :)
And also MCS have their sort-of-movie release today, so I get to be in general good spirits on that. C:/:P
@Silente: I am, thank you! C:
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I AM 69% OF THE WAY THROUGH!
THAT IS ALMOST 70% THROUGH!
WHEN I GOT HOME, I WAS JUST OVER 30% OF THE WAY THROUGH!
So all I have to do now is the same amount of memorising I did yesterday . . .
. . . WHICH TOOK TWO AND A HALF HOURS AND I WAS SO BORED . . .
but um . . .
@Rhydian: I'm bored, thanks! :)
@Taia: To use a phrase of Adra's, I feel ya. :/
@Chi: XD
@Silente: I don't need to know.
I have FAITH.
*is apparently driving this argument around in circles :P*
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Also, if I'm going for two and a half hours more, that will mean I finish just in time for bed, which is yay, and will also mean I have been memorising for, um, five and a half hours today!
:O
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But Faith can be squashed! Mutilated! Destroyed!
FAITH SHALL NEVER DIE!
IT'S LIKE A BUBBLE!
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BUBBLES CAN POP!
@Star: HOORAY! :)
(not sure WHAT you're memorising - C/A of some kind, I presume?)
(But still hooray! Because 69% is a good way in. :))
Also Hi Star! :)
msd/mbd/may suddenly explode:)
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Gtg now. BYE!!!!!!
@Silente: YES, BUT WE DO NOT DIE WHEN WE POP!
WE ARE NOT ALIVE, SO WE DO NOT DIE! WE MERELY EXIST!
@Taia: Yes.
English.
2422 words.
Oh gosh.
I'm dead already. D:
HI! :)
I hope you don't explode. That would be unfortunate. :/
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I dedicate this page to Frozen.
Fours, Rhydian! :(
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If you catch all of the liquid of the popped bubble, you could make another bubble with it. *nods* :)
So... maybe you lose faith at some point, but there's no reason why you can't rebuild it again, if you pick up all of the pieces. :3
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@Zaf: And a marvellous ded that is. :)
OH! I don't think I've said yet, have I? YAY ON ALEXIS BEING BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
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Bye Rhydian!
HEAR HEAR ZAF!
@Taia: Damn. O_O
*nods*
:)
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DONE! ---->
@Starsome: :(
Wellllll, at least only have to remember it once? Like, once you've remembered it, you won't have to do it again, because you won't need to? Kind of? :P
And, if my maths works, then you only have 751 words to go, too. :)
And, if I do explode, it'll be in a fiery mess of smiles and sparkles and whatnot, so it wouldn't be too bad. :)
@Zaf: C:
Also Hey Zaf! :)
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@Star: :)
I think I might be growing the ability to fit/manipulate analogies into positive approaches by sort of just instinct. xP
@Tempest: Woah, it looks awesome! :D
*cheers* :):):)
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@Silente: YAY! :)
See, I told you it would be good! :) :)
@Taia: Yes . . . thanks. :) :)
And - 751 words.
Thank goodness.
I can do that. :)
And - yes, that will be pretty. :)
Also - Starsome?
:O
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@Taia: Well, that's an awesome skill to have. :)
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The eyes are wrong. That's annoying.
i bet i'll finish this and won't remember any of the first paragraph
urgh
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Wrong?
There isn't a correct way for them to be.
They can be however they want.
If they're not right, they're merely left.
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Sorry sorta here
They aren't equal in shading or size.
Wb Dragona.
@Silente: They don't have to be.
They don't have to conform to society.
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@Star: :):):)
And- *laughs* When it's in revision mode my brain says & does things with quirky terms. Things get fun names and dumb terminology and/or doodles. :)
I think there have been a few times I almost called you 'Starfish' for some reason, too. :P ^^
Gotta go. Bye, all! *hugs*
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Bye Taia!
But they are meant to be straight in the drawing with equal shading.
@Taia: Revision mode sounds cool then. :)
And - :) Eve used to call me Starfish . . .
At one point Eve gave me a different nickname involving the word "Star" every time she said hi to me.
She kept it up SO LONG. :O
I was so impressed. O_O
Fours, Taia!
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@Silente: Well, that's okay. :)
Sometimes I start writing something, and I mean it to be one way, but then it turns out a different way, and often the way it turns out is better than the way it was going to be anyway. :)
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...okay then Star..
*glares at image*
Nice drawing Silente.
Thanks Chi. Whatcha dooooin?
I love looking back and reading old comments. Especially the ones from the funeral. I love all of you so much.
*goes to her treehouse*
*opens one of the boxes she has*
*inside it are a large collection of normal flowers*
*a ice rose, over a blue sigil that prevents it from melting*
*a shadow rose, formed of pure twisting darkness*
*smiles and touches the salt shaker attached to a chain hanging between her collar bones*
I have the feeling I'm alone again. Naturally.
*sighs*
*wanders around alone*
*such is the way of the vampire*
*cast out by mortals*
*avoided by mages*
*even the vampires had abandoned her*
*hell the vampires hunted her*
*or tried*
OH MY GOODNESS!
Almost ninety percent.
Over 2000 words.
*laughs happily*
So close . . . !
At this rate, I'll have it done in the next half an hour . . . !
Then I just have to go though it several times. :)
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Remind me not to ever discuss polotics with Nic. I have a feeling he'd argue for hours.
@Zaf: I have a feeling he wouldn't; he wouldn't draw that much attention to himself, I don't think. However, both of these are theories, so. :)
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I'm talking to Blake and playing games and listening to music and taking Disney quizzes.
Apparently I'm elsa.
Apparently as a villain I would be Hades
Nic is Nic, he's unpredictable.
What motivates you all to get up in a morning? To keep doing stuff. To not just give up?
My gerbils
Gerbils. Something as simple as your gerbils keeps you going?
Yeah. I always go on because I have two little guys
That's cute.
@Silente: Well, I just kind of do it, because what else would I do?
Also . . .
I have the belief that you can do anything if you put your mind to it.
"Whether you think you can or think you can't, you're right."
Recently, Hunter's been telling me I'm pathetic, and I didn't realise but this thought seeped deeply into my brain and before I knew it I was subconsciously thinking I was pathetic and I couldn't do things, all the time.
Which was really very interesting.
I was writing out words without actually making a mark in order to talk to myself on the back of a test paper today for fifteen minutes (so fun - I need to talk to myself more often), and realised - I'm unstoppable.
I can do anything I want.
All I have to do is realise it.
And I shouldn't ever, ever give up, because if I don't . . . I'll get there one day.
Maybe it'll take seven and a half hours straight of fiddling, or maybe it will take me an entire week to write and then seven hours to memorise, but I can do things.
And if you think you can't . . .
You shouldn't ever think you can't.
So I suppose what motivates me to continue is the fact that I CAN motivate myself to continue.
Everyone can. :)
And will you look at that? A few days determinedly telling myself I'm not pathetic, and look what happens to my self-esteem. XD
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Your awesome star.
Pets are loving. Yesterday I came home and Coco licked me and licked me until it was time to go back in the cage. He really was showing his affection, and I kissed his head and he licked my cheek. It was so cute because for a tiny little gerbil, he kept showing me, his human, his love.
Prompt: Write about a time you hid from someone.
Usually, I associate hiding with guilt and anxiety, and I don't feel like writing about that, to be frank. So I'm going to write about a time when I actually learned something from hiding. No, several times when I learned something from hiding. Both times, of course, the hiding came after running away. I'm too good at hunting to avoid being hunted, so I found myself chased down by packs. And I'm always fast enough to get away, but never have the breath to keep running, so the real trick for me is to find a good hiding place. The kind people will walk right past or even peer into without seeing you. Once, I curled behind a desk in the corner of a classroom, trying to force my heavy breaths to calm down. There was a teacher in the corner I hadn't cared about when I came in- a substitute, just watching the room. I didn't know her. She asked if I was okay, and I cast her a wary smile in response. I told her I was hiding, and she told me that she used to hide a lot in high school, too. She looked at me with complete understanding of something I couldn't quite get. Then she turned back to her papers, and I counted the sseconds between each breath I took, and we didn't speak to each other again. I didn't think she was talking about snitch hunt when she said she used to hide. I was doubtful of hide and seek, too, because even if she had played that in high school, it wouldn't have warranted the reassurance in her face. I wondered what she was hiding from. I still wonder. Another time I was being chased, and ran out of breath, as usual, I took the closest refuge I could think to take- the small space between a door and a wall. I broke their magnetic bond to slip through the cracks, and found that they couldn't quite reunite with me between them, so I held the door open as far as I could without the magnet to support it. And at some point I realized that from my perspective, the door was about as closed as it could possibly be. And that if I opened it, from my perspective, it would
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be closedc to the people in the hallway, coming after me. And just like that, everything that a door is changed forever. A door is a rectangular prism that hinges at some point. The frame is only there to hold it in a certain place. But it isn't really a thing that closes or opens. It turns, on its hinges, and is usually rested in one place or another, but whether or not it's closed only depends on where you're standing, and how you see it. Which does seem like a rather cliched metaphorical revelation, I suppose, but I don't really feel like it is. Because to me, it wasn't symbolic of a glass-half-full-half-empty sort of thing. I mean, it was, but I think that way about most things, so it might not have been worth writing down for that alone. Metaphorical value didn't make it signifigant. It's the fact that every time I see a door now, I don't see it in its frame. I see it as a shape in the midst of a great plane of nothing, twirling on its hinges in an empty void. It is always and never open and closed. I don't know if that means anything, and I don't know if I care whether it means anything, anyway. I don't know anything at all, really. But I think that I know that I will never see a door the way I used to, and I think that I know that I like that, because sometimes we stop seeing things we look at everyday, and I can see all the doors now. They mean something, or at the very least, they interest me, and I think I know that it'd be quite a shame if everyday things weren't interesting to me. I was told that I'm an optimist in a non-annoying way, and if I am, it must be because I can't go through a day without being excited by or interested in something. Because I love the ripples raindrops make in puddles on the pavement, and the imperfections in the glaze over the tiles I'm sitting on catch my attention. I look for colors in the cracks between the pages of the books I read, and I marvel at the obscene abount of things I can fit into my pencil case every time I struggle to zip it. And when I look at a door, my mind leaps into a flat, black realm where it's not held in place or defined by its threshold. There are flecks of salmon in my desk.
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Wow Ari...that's...that's something
You're awesomer, Silente. :)
*hugs*
Ari.
Ari, I love you.
You're wonderful. :)
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And the reason why I spent about twenty minutes transposing that from my writer's notebook onto this blog is because simple things do matter. They matter immensely. Do you know what the ceilings in your school are made of? I do. In every hallway, in every classroom I've been in. Because one day I realized that I didn't know, because I never looked up, and I thought it was terrible that all I ever did was walk in a line staring straight ahead or at the floor. I pay attention to every little detail that catches my eye, and I treat everyday things like they're the most interesting things in the world, because otherwise I'll undervalue them. I shouldn't be ignoring something I might otherwise be enjoying just because I look at it every day. When people stand in the light, individual strands of their hair gleam like flecks of gold. Every time I look at a corner I try to see if I can find a spiderweb in it. And I don't even like spiders. I'm staring out the window right now at my neighbor's house, and they have a brick chimney, and all the bricks are slightly different shades, and they're crumbling around the edges. I find that if you just let yourself be interested in the small things that are around you all the time, every day, even when you close your eyes, life seems a lot more exciting. Even if you have to force yourself to look at things differently, I think it's worth it. Because I'd love to change the world, but I'd be disappointed if I only ever had a grandiose dream to look forward to. Every day has its merits, every quark that makes up the universe is doing something really, really interesting, and I think it'd be a disservice to me, and also the entirety of the rest of this world, if I dismissed it just because it was all around me. If I never took the time to look at it.
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Ari.
Ari, I'm crying.
I love you.
*hugs*
You're beautiful, and I mean that in an internal way, and that really means more than in an external way.
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Thank you, Star. :) *hugs back*
Probably vanishing now, but I thought that was an awesome question, Silente, and one very worth hindering my ability to multitask to respond to. And I haven't written those long speeches people used to expect from me in a very long time. So, yeah. Love you all, and goodbye!
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Bye Aretha. The speech was great.
@Silente: It was. :)
Sorry, my distance is still continuing. D: Msd.
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That's fine Star
Hello fello mello yellow jello?
Hello! *waits for echo*
*explodes
Hello! *waits for echo*
...does sound echo here?
*then a duck comes and laughs
...does sound echo here?
I always explode! And I reform
Hello Silente, Zafira, and Lord of Leitrim!
Hello Silente, Zafira, and Lord of Leitrim!
Hello! How are you?
Hello! How are you?
I am fine. :)
Hello mello yello jello Amythest
DYNAMITE
I am fine. :)
Echo! Echo! Echo! :D
Hello Lord of Leitrim! I don't think we've met! Nice to meet you!
Echo! Echo! Echo! :D
Hello Lord of Leitrim! I don't think we've met! Nice to meet you!
*throws glitter everywhere*
*wonders if Echo would throw glitter back*
Meh, its a common name.
Nice to meet you toooo
Hello, Leitrim
*throws glitter everywhere*
*wonders if Echo would throw glitter back*
*wait new person*
*why am I echoing if there's a new person?*
*I MUST GREET THEM IN MY SPECIAL WAY!*
...Silente? Do you mean... *gasp* YOUR SPECIAL WAY?
WHY IS AMY AN ECHO??!?!?!?!?!?? D:
Hello mello yello jello g.m.z.k.
Hello Blake!
Oh, never mind.
You can just call me Zaf. Mostly everyone does.
*calmly walks over to Lord*
*smirks at him looking him up and down*
Hello.
*waits for Silente to punch him or something*
*aims glitterthrower toward sky and fires*
*glitter rains down everywhere*
((Amy! I am /not/ an animal! Oh wait...wait we're getting some information...whats that?....I..I am an animal? Oh okay. Never mind Amy!))
((You are a good animal though! ...most of the time...))
*Notices the new person*
New person! Dibs!
*Shoves Silente aside*
((I am?))
*does a Niccolò and hides under a wardrobe*
*glares at Blake*
*hisses out* too late!
*pushes him back hard enough to make him fall flat on his butt*
((...I don't know... you said you were an animal and sometimes you are good... But I think of you more as a shaker))
Hello there. *produced a rabbit out of his fedora.
*Laughs and coughs a little, dusting himself off*
Oh fine, I've met him before anyways.
*sees people pushing other people*
*decides to join in*
*pokes Lord of Leitrim*
((I was question in the good part. Has someone been telling you I'm good?))
((I think you are good. You throw glitter around...))
*looks at the rabbit*
*raises an eyebrow at him*
*starts slowly circlinging him*
*gazing at his throat and wrists*
*grinning showing neat, sharp teeth*
((That doesn't mean I'm good. Even bad people can like glitter.))
*Walks up a tree and takes a seat in the lowest branch*
Be gentle Silente!
*thinks for a moment, remembering Niccolò turning into a cat, and shfts into a grey cat* *brushes up against Silente*
((You make a good point. You make a nice shaker though. That's good.))
*produces a flame thrower from fedora. Then gives it to silente and roots for his car keys.
*produces a flame thrower from fedora. Then gives it to silente and roots for his car keys.
*produces a flame thrower from fedora. Then gives it to silente and roots for his car keys.
Cat!
*momentarily stops to pet the cat*
*cats are amazing*
*makes a 'be back soon' gesture at it*
*goes back to circling*
*produces a flame thrower from fedora. Then gives it to silente and roots for his car keys.
*looks at the flamethrower*
*sneaks up behind Lord while he's searching for his keys*
*leaps onto him*
*runs to Amethyst purring, you guys notice the cat has Zaf's eyes*
...was that a quadruple post? O_O
*grabs Zaf-cat*
KITTY! *pets it and then hugs it*
I press button many times. *produces car keys, presses button and a duck appears.
*purrs louder* *stays still in her arms*
*stares at duck*
*stares at Zaf-cat*
*launches Zaf-cat at duck*
*watches Zaf-cat fly towards duck*
GET THE DUCK!
*dives and catches zaf*
*stands up cradling zaf*
*strokes her under the chin and between the ears*
*lets out an amused kitty purr*
*strokes it behind the ears*
*smiles and puts her down gently*
*runs and shifts into self* Woah! That's cool
...duck...Zaf-cat...
*runs over to duck and grabs it*
*sits down and hugs duck*
DUCKY!
Your cute as a cat. Like a tiny little fluffy ball of fluff!
*duck presses other button and all of my fello lietrimonios apear and Sean murphy comes and yells 'inaginary friends of the forest, ASSEMBLE. Together, the leitrim onions, the imaginary friends, and a duck, were pretty much unstoppable.
I finally managed! Maybe next time Alastair is on I'll switch to a cat
...onions?
*stares at duck and then at onions and then back at duck*
Are you...making a duck meal?!?
He might eat you. Discuise yourself as a snake!
Oh no... HE'S GOING TO COOK THE DUCK!
AND THERE IS NO SALT!
*stares at Silente*
Oh. never mind.
He won't eat me! Oho Alastair! What does an arm taste like?!
Lietriminions*
Lietriminions*
Aw... no onions? Then what will you cook with the duck? D:
*smiles*
Of course there's salt! You have me! Who also as the salt shaker you put in my...the salt shaker you gave me!
He /might/ eat you. Just like I /might/ eat you. Granted its more likely I'd eat you than him eating you but still..
*duck looks dissapointed and tries to hide cutlery.
Alastair is too cowardly to come near Blogland, eating me would require him to stop getting jiggy with Adra
That's why I said its more likely for me to eat you. That reminds me..have you heard of Jekly and Hyde?
*duck takes out cutlery and produces an onion from the fedora.
Maybe...the duck...
WE CAN KEEP IT! And feed it until it's fatter! THEN eat it! When we have more stuff to cook with it too...
Or, if you guys don't want to eat him, we can...um...I don't know...
*gasp*
Is the duck going to cook itself?
*duck takes out gun, shoots himself with dinomite and sings leitrims national anthem.
Wait. *looks at duck carcass* false alarm. This is a platypus.
... *stares at duck*
:( Poor duck... suicide...
Zafira, can you heal it? Maybe we don't have to eat it. Maybe it can live!
Oh...it is?
*inspects "duck" closer*
*gasps* IT IS!
I must go now. Bye.
*takes out a coffin and uses the wood to make a fire of helaing*
Bye Amy!
ITS NOT PERRY IS IT?!
Byeeeeee
*platypus awakes and tries to take fedora back*
*bang. The platypus explodes*
Bye Bye Perrydactol the Platypus.
*nudges Lord*
How against violence are you?
I'm afraid I must now leave as sleep doth knock with its cold embrace. See y'all real soon!
Sorry. I got carried away. It was more fun when he was a duck. Speaking of which, i got Infinity Drake (the book which derek wrote a review for) and im reading and thinking......great book but.....the words in it aren't even in the dictionary there so big.
Byeeee. May u dream of happy ducks eating delicious onions.
Heeelllllooooo?
You go back to the most recent post with space on it. Not sure when that is...
Oh, the post titled "Ooh, Fun."
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I dedicate this page to somebody special I'm sure you all know
This person practically oozes awesomeness, and is always saying interesting and random things that are worth thinking about.
Also she's a bubble.
Hopefully by now you know who I'm talking about.
Star Inkbright, this page is for you
Because you're amazing
And ExStarordinary
And I don't think you're pathetic at all. :-)
Hello Jazlyn and Fabi!
Aloha, Amethyst
How are you?
Alright. You?
I'm fine.
Well, fine is better than not fine. [nods]
I may have to go, actually...
Sorry I couldn't stay long.
Okay. I'll be distant.
THAT IS THE BEST DED IN THE WORLD!!
IT IS GOING ON THE QUOTES BLOG!!
Hear hear, Fubu!
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it--
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?--
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot--
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I’ve a call.
It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.
It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.
It’s the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
‘A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart--
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash--
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there--
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
*sighs*
Hello.
Hello! :)
Hi
So, how is everyone?
Awesome!!!! :) I'm in a really great mood rn.
I might RP soon!!!
That's good!
MMhmmmmmmMMMMMMMm how are you m'dear?
And Yes, Jazlyn. I don't know if Adra is available- let me check for you!
What?
No- I'm completely different from her. Ish. But no, if you mean if she is essentially me with magic, then no.
Well.
Yes in some aspects :3
But no o-o. She's not me.
I'm me!
Joys she's rping? Great. Ruin my mood
Hi :)
I mean, I'm still called Adra. But in the RP world type thing, she is not me.
Anyway, I know where she is now...
I must go! Sorry! Bye!
*She's just finished swimming for a few hours on the beach in Tahiti, and climbs from the water, wrapping a towel around her, wringing her hair out as she heads back up to the large and open beach house* *Hums as she goes along, sand sticking to the bottom of her feet- people say you shouldn't swim after eating, but she's fine with it*
*Enters quietly into the house, wiping her feet off as she takes a quick shower before nestling down on the couch with her snake, Lazarus*
Goodbye, Amy!!
And no, Jazlyn. She isn't. Adra is a good person, but she's unbalanced. For all intents and purposes, you could call her evil at the moment, as long as you remember that she isn't typically this way. Although, that is, that doesn't mean that she's any different. Well, she is.
It's complicated.
(*Shrugs* Adra will move soon enough. I'm not sure if you'll be able to get to her, but if you desire, you're more than welcome to.
Keeping in mind, of course, that she'll probably eat you).
Jazz DO NOT JOIN HER i'm telling you its worthless
(Yeah :) But she's more real to me than an actual character. Her identity and personality is always in the back of my mind so... I consider her a person :))
Oh and Jazz- her 'evil' thing is actually just ways for attention. If you ignore it, you keep your dinner inside, if you read it, have a bucket nearby. Forewarning.
You'll simply either die, or be disturbed. So I guess pointless is better. Its not worth it, trust me. I mean...its nasty, eating people? She just EATS people. Its like Black Annis though her skin isn't blue.
(Yep! She was for a few hundred years a bit ago as well. Fun times!)
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It may be, but for her its her way of seeking attention. She left and instead of just going along she went 'evil' and people obsess over her, but people who were here whilst she left get sort of booted. Like you're here but all they talk about is her.
*She ties her hair back after a while, and goes to her wardrobe, picking out a pair of trousers and a loose shirt* *She flips through a travel book, and makes a little portal through to Dublin, walking out into an alley* *She spots a bar across the street, and makes her way across, going in quietly*
She doesn't deserve respect, Jazz. Whenever she's on with Alastair, if you try and join in, you get booted. Its either her way or no way. I was doing something on Sunday to try to find Alastair, and the stars alligned that it would work, I knew I'd loose, she left me hangjng and instead of normal people going with it and combining our two efforts, she simply left. Flat out left me, and its reqlly upsetting when you try stuff and you get booted.
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