Ars Torok: Chapter 2: Strength by TheRedDragonScribe, literature
Literature
Ars Torok: Chapter 2: Strength
My name is Burn. This is my story.
All the time I hear someone say they must be strong and powerful by living in some dangerous place, where their survival depended on them being strong and powerful. If I were strong, powerful, and foolish, I would laugh at them.
I lived most of my life in the red zone. I lived most of my life in what was unquestioningly the most dangerous place in the world. I am not strong, nor am I powerful. In fact, my time in the red zone how to survive: run fast, and hide well. I was only years old when the Great War started. Of my friends, family, and community, I was one of five to survive day the bombs fell. Of tho
How do you live a life without love?
How do you learn to love without a life to live?
How can you hope to keep your feet on your chosen path?
when the only light shines through the bones of a horrid past?
How can you call this paradise?
this shattered world clothed in darkness?
Filled with heartless mindless fiends,
that inflict pain in search of pleasure.
The masses hold onto a single dream.
To be the blessed few who are spared the torment.
They spend their lives on on being worshiped.
But secretly are the saddest ones of all.
How does the world turn when it is devoid of life?
When death is the only escape, but offers nothing bu
Ars Torok: Chapter 2: Strength by TheRedDragonScribe, literature
Literature
Ars Torok: Chapter 2: Strength
My name is Burn. This is my story.
All the time I hear someone say they must be strong and powerful by living in some dangerous place, where their survival depended on them being strong and powerful. If I were strong, powerful, and foolish, I would laugh at them.
I lived most of my life in the red zone. I lived most of my life in what was unquestioningly the most dangerous place in the world. I am not strong, nor am I powerful. In fact, my time in the red zone how to survive: run fast, and hide well. I was only years old when the Great War started. Of my friends, family, and community, I was one of five to survive day the bombs fell. Of tho
How do you live a life without love?
How do you learn to love without a life to live?
How can you hope to keep your feet on your chosen path?
when the only light shines through the bones of a horrid past?
How can you call this paradise?
this shattered world clothed in darkness?
Filled with heartless mindless fiends,
that inflict pain in search of pleasure.
The masses hold onto a single dream.
To be the blessed few who are spared the torment.
They spend their lives on on being worshiped.
But secretly are the saddest ones of all.
How does the world turn when it is devoid of life?
When death is the only escape, but offers nothing bu
Ars Torok:Chapter 1: Fragments by TheRedDragonScribe, literature
Literature
Ars Torok:Chapter 1: Fragments
My life as an adolescent was easily the darkest part of my life. I did not have the passion for writing that I do now. My ability to make pathways was in its infancy. My parents had finally left to seek another suitable nesting ground, leaving me with the massive structure that was our home.
My other talent was a supernatural sense of immanent tragedy. I would feel drawn to various places, and days after my arrival, some horrible event would occur. At first I avoided them, fearing that my presence was the cause of the disasters. In the first year of my independent life,
Ever Lasting Love by TheRedDragonScribe, literature
Literature
Ever Lasting Love
How was your day? What do you mean Fine? We both know you dont have Fine days. What I should say is HOW BADDLY DID YOU SCREW UP TODAY?! where are the papers your hiding from me? I searched your room three times today and didnt find any. THAT MEANS YOURE HIDING THEM! How many classes are you failing? We all know you are not trying. Youre the smartest person in the world aside from me, so you should be passing all your classes with straight As. DONT WALK AWAY FROM ME! WHAT I HAVE TO SAY IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE!
Remember, you have no idea what I am about
His heartbeat rose as the key slid into place. The ignition turns and the engine rouse itself from its slumber. As his companion awakes, his heart stills to beat in time with the cycle of the eight pistons, rising and falling in perfect procession, each carrying the others along.
With rising anticipation, he backs out of the driveway. He yields to his neighbor, who slowly putters by. Then with break beneath his feet, he slides out into the street, keeping an eye out for little kids that may be out to play. Then he slowly stops, now lined up in the right lane. He carefully drives off, never passing 25 He exits the sub division, and whis
A glass heart that is what they all see.
Cold and hollow
Clear and fragile
I know that I loved you and that is why I hoped youd see
Through that glass heart, rays of love shining from me.
All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.
But all you ever saw was that glass heart within me.
I know that I loved you but all I my blind eyes could see
Was that cold glass heart that beats for only me
I never wanted to hurt you but clearly now I can see
That when I from you your heart shattered for me
I know that I love you and I know you loved me
And now these glass shards are all that left of you and me
Ars Torok:Chapter 1: Fragments by TheRedDragonScribe, literature
Literature
Ars Torok:Chapter 1: Fragments
My life as an adolescent was easily the darkest part of my life. I did not have the passion for writing that I do now. My ability to make pathways was in its infancy. My parents had finally left to seek another suitable nesting ground, leaving me with the massive structure that was our home.
My other talent was a supernatural sense of immanent tragedy. I would feel drawn to various places, and days after my arrival, some horrible event would occur. At first I avoided them, fearing that my presence was the cause of the disasters. In the first year of my independent life,
Well. Here I am. It has been a very long time since I posted on DA, so I thought I would finally come back and see how things are doing.
I finally got off my ass and started writing again. That did a lot of good for my mood.
Though to be honest, I have been so absorbed with school work, car accidents, and lots of drama, that I have hardly had a moment to myself.
I haven't written anything this whole summer and I feel like i have neglected you all because of it.
School starts up in a week and I have no doubt that I will have much free time to write more.
If you were worried, I am still alive and still here... I just haven't been busy.
I needed a break from words to allow me to cultivate and grow those feeling and emotions that drive my writing.
For so long it felt like the surge of emotion that washed over me and filled me with those wonderful words had died away.
For so long I feared that it would never return...
But I am still here and i will return to my quill and ink soon enough...
Any day
I have been living in a void the past few days.
I can't sleep.
I can't write.
And I feel like the rest of the world slips by without a care.
"who gives a damn if he misses out?"
That is what they say.
And so I am passed by,
And so I fade into nothingness...
Replying from your current da profile: I code with notepad2. I have Unabridged Edgar Allan Poe in my personal library. I've read through it once and have gone back to re-read some of the previously unpublished items.