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To My Most Respected Rival by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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To My Most Respected Rival

I am as the air that surrounds me and the breath that carries my every word. I would do anything to have you but change. My thoughts are my actions, my actions are nothing more than the thoughts of my mind and the beliefs of my spirit. Carried out. In truth. I will not pretend to be-- and you know that your love of me exists because I am that which cannot be swayed. We are soulmates who, unbending, will never meet, but stare across the gulf at that which we will never have. Neither will bow that the other might hold dominance. Yet your respect is mine, and I shall forever respect you as my rival. My enemy. My dearest fri

Born in the Year of the Horse by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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Born in the Year of the Horse

What a bright young colt he was. Oh, he had the makings of a fine stallion. To all the world a grand and powerful thing-- but to himself only an animal of labor. Born solitary in a small town, he was alight with hopes and dreams. Ceaselessly ambitious. Ambitiously impatient. It was not long before he did extraordinary things. And always with another dream to chase. "I will do this. And when I'm done, I will do that." But it was not enough. He was still in a small town. He was still unrecognized by the world outside. Fearful he was doomed to die as colorless as his many aunts and uncles. A graveyard full of tombs for those who di

'But in dreams...' by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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'But in dreams...'

I was waiting for a plane to arrive. I guess it was a highway with prairie grasses around it and an open canyon dropping off nearby. There were a pair of filing cabinets just standing like odd-duck guards in the middle of the road. Not exactly the place to catch a plane, but I knew I was dreaming so it was okay. I love dreams. They feel like balm on my brains. So, while I was waiting, sitting on the bumper of a parked car, a truck drove up with other people also waiting for the plane. There was a young woman there, about my age and very pretty. She had playful glint to her eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back and we kept waiting. The plane a

Dreams of the Death-Place by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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Dreams of the Death-Place

The place was full of mist, dark and perverse, With a cobblestone courtyard And a fountain unflowing at it's center. And mist, concealing mist, everywhere. It was a Death-Place, and even now I don't know why it felt so comfortable, With clammy mist pressing Cold fingers into my skin. And then the old flower-hag with the trapdoor. "Hello little girl... would you like some flowers?" Step forward, to pluck the pretty rose From her whithered hand. And suddenly, the cobblestones collapse, The trapdoor snaps. Spikes stab. The dream ends in darkness. But it was such a pleasant dream. I reawaken once more in the Death-Place. Free to

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Walking Blind by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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Walking Blind

WALKING BLIND I'm walking to the other side Of the enclosure of the world. I'm walking to the other side, I see the sun and I'm walking blind. I'm walking from the darkest night, Into the light of bright tomorrow. I'm walking from the darkest night. I see the sun and I'm walking blind. I'm walking from the demon's lair, I'm walking out into the day. I'm walking from my dark despair. I see the sun and I'm walking blind. I'm walking here to find my heart. I'm walking here to fix my soul. I'm coming closer to my future. I see the sun and I'm walking blind.

i... am... a... by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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i... am... a...

i... am... a... SUICIDAL SAILOR in a STORM A wild velvet whisper Of the wind upon my skin. Taunting, teasing and reminding. Of all the times I've failed before. Or blues and golds and purples, And seductive red of sin, Racing through my eyes, Like the pagentry of war. The numbness in my limbs, And the fire in my veins. The struggle never ceasing, Though I know I fall behind. Blood! Oh, I smell blood! Dripping down like crimson rains. In all the unseen corners, Of my jagged drug-torn mind. Coppery metal in my mouth, And soon I know I'll drown. This craziness --insanity-- It steals away my soul. Away demons! Away, away!

Wild Willow Wisp by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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Wild Willow Wisp

WILD WILLOW WISP There wanders wild a willow wisp Which whispers on the wind And whimpers when its wanton wishes You grant and then rescind So willful was this willow wisp That once when I was bored I womped that wicked willow wisp With my willow-wood sword. Then-- while I was walking home Lightning struck a tree And when that wide willow crashed down It fell on top of me!

Kingdoms in Fall by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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Kingdoms in Fall

KINGDOMS IN FALL So comes the first crimson Vanguard of autumnal change Awash in sanguine shades This single tree stands alone Change against eternity. Or so it seems... Emeralds in the summer trees Fade into grimmer gold-- Expecting the deeper cold-- And fall away in golden tears, Drift down like amber embers, Drip like drops of blood... Warm colors rain from the sky, Papery as parchment, Fragile as a fairy's wing. A pagentry of fiery leaves Lilting on the breeze. Each with hue and tone All its own... The snow falls over it all Lifeless white as winter's night, Enclosing and encasing These banners of the trees In tomb

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A New ELEMENTALITY by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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A New ELEMENTALITY

A New ELEMENTALITY The ball of rock hissed. It boiled, it seeped, it thundered. It's thick brown shell broke and clashed, piece against piece, brawling with titanic force. Above all this was the pool of smooth blue liquid. Deceptively calm, but stirring, always stirring in the heat of the star that lit it from afar and the gravity of a small white moon that spun constantly in loving orbit. Life. Life in the form of energy. Life in water. Life in earth. Life in the churning gases that made the air. Life in the renegade fire that sometimes spurted up with excessive and vital force. And amid all this came a different form of life.

DREAMLADY: Segment 1 by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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DREAMLADY: Segment 1

DREAMLADY Segment 1 The woman in black was clockwork incarnate. Every afternoon at 3:05 precisely, she would emerge into the chilly gray sun and sit on a park bench outside the building and read. Alone. It was thing Kate couldn't help but notice, the woman was always alone, those luscious blue eyes like flickers of ice beneath the loose fringe of her bangs. She was a pillar of ice, her perfect skin the color of whitest snow, her shapely body like a young cat tucked smoothly into tight black clothes with silver spikes, a tad risque for the conservative Bible Belt-world they lived in. Christian strictness dominated the very air they brea

THE ENIGMAS-- 1 by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

THE RAGING FIRE by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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THE RAGING FIRE

THE RAGING FIRE When the Void system was first activated, it was nothing but a primitive pattern of details in another world. It was all too mechanical to feel real, and sometimes the system would malfunction and test players would be lost for several seconds in a dream-like pseudo reality that never failed to leave them badly shaken when the computer returned their bodies and minds to this dimension with a series of loud pops. There was doubt the Void could ever be stabilized to the degree that it would make a marketable video game. Then Vincent Tilks, the game designer who had first discovered the multidimensional system, died in a car

I Know Why He Loves Her by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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I Know Why He Loves Her

I KNOW WHY HE LOVES HER Her hair falls in golden sheets, Fanning out like silk. Her eyes are dark --seductively dark-- darker still with liner. Jet facets. Mazes so easy to get lost in. She is a goddess. A goddess of beauty, A goddess of love. Venus. Aphrodite! I know why he loves her. I am a goddess, too. But she is the one who haunts his dreams, The laughing succubus, Who tangles in his sheets, And disappears upon his waking. I can go and callous my hands with a man's work. And cut off all my hair... Because her golden locks, Are the ones he dreams off.

Prayer Unto the Muse by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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Prayer Unto the Muse

PRAYER UNTO THE MUSE Do not let me move them. Do not let me touch them. To move. To touch. Such paltry phrases! So long dead of their strength. Their meaning. Their vigor. Do not let me move or touch these people. No, instead let them writhe with the words That echo in their brains, Like a shout into the caverns of the mountains! Let it burn in their eyes-- Like fire in the eyes of revolution. Let it suck at their souls, Like a gray ghost, Ethereal as the autumn twilight, Which wraps its essence about a solitary traveler, And slowly drains him of his essence, Becoming instead the essence of him. Leave the man a zombie, B

Infatuation by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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Infatuation

INFATUATION THE structure of this LANguage DiVided into syLLabic sets Of miRacle proNOUNciation So comPlex As to stAnd entirelY wiTHout Meaning themSELVes And bear the digNIFying stamP of POETRY That so oftEN rEsults eSSentially --FUNdamentally-- In No rEAl value (Though the Enlightened still worSHip it) Holds not nEArly so much worTH to mE ...as tHe warMth of YOUr touch.

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Looking at Your Picture of Her by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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Looking at Your Picture of Her

LOOKING AT YOUR PICTURE OF HER I wonder if you'll ever notice me? I come into the place where you work, Sit around awhile. Nothing to do here. Get up and leave. But the door counts who passes in and out, And I come across as a number. When someone's walked into a room 48 times You might wonder who's walking into the room. It's only me. My footsteps lead me down old familiar paths. So I look at your picture of her. I wonder what she is that I am not. And I realize that even if I was that person, I still wouldn't have you.

Goddess of Guilty Hearts by Wildfire-Eyes, literature

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Goddess of Guilty Hearts

GODDESS OF GUILTY HEARTS It had to happen sometime. The Void was just too expansive. And Mariah wasn't God. Someone came in. Someone found a way to manipulate the system. Someone left a Virus in their wake. A Virus in the Void. Deep night. Rain dripping from purple heavens with icy pink stars. Unbelievable things. Chattering people in a bright green pavilion. Firelight flickering. Reflected on jewels and gold and silver. Stoneware mugs of warm hot chocolate. Because there was a faint breath of Cool in the air. Just enough to send a delightful shiver down everyone's spines. Utopia. The Void. A statue of the Goddess stood in

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About Wildfire-Eyes

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Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: a tiny tent in the halls of the Eeenglish department
Shell of choice: lobster/crab, tasty meat underneath
Skin of choice: human... more tasty meat underneath
Personal Quote: (of sharp objects) "Okay, okay, okay-- I don't care! Just yank it out already!!!"

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ex-boyfriend... can't help that

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all of them

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pencils: Ick! pens: Too slow. keyboard: Good stuff ^_^

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writing, the attainment of power-- basically the same thing

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Wildfire-Eyes

Sep 1, 2007

Current Projects

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Right now I'm going back over the old "Enigmas" work and adding stuff to it.   When I'm done it will be a totally different story, but that will be fun, too.

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Wildfire-Eyes

Aug 26, 2007

Back.

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Okay.  So I'm an EMT now.  And I moved to another town.  And I've been busy painting a mobile home up so that I can live there with my two cats and gigantic dog.  And... I'm not the same person I used to be.  Again. Been a while since I've been here.  Remembered some writing I had stored here.  Really need to find a place to store my writing where I won't go deleting it all the time because I changed my mind and I really don't like it so much after all. Oofta. Anyway.  Going to see about picking up that writing and maybe altering it.  And maybe storing some more of my junk writing in here.  Yes, I said junk writing.  These days, in my new

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Wildfire-Eyes

Feb 27, 2007

Novel

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Okay, I recently picked up a bug at work, so we're talking vomitting, diarrhea, nausea, distended stomach.  I look like I'm freaking pregnant and I only eat food if I think it will taste decent on the way back up. That said: I'm working on a new novel (dunno if it's any good yet, but trying her out) and I might put a few fragments up here. More on that later. Until then-- more beano!

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Apr 16, 2012

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denlm

Apr 11, 2008

Hello Deviant friend!
If you haven't seen my journal, a quick update. I am moving the remainder of jon.com and any of my future manuscripts to a professional/personal web site where I hope to attract additional readers, an agent and a publisher or two. I would love to put you in my data base so you receive information about new chapters as they are written. If you are interested, would you please respond to me in a NOTE with your:
Name
Address
Email address
Sex
Age
And if you are so inclined, a sentence or two telling why you like my work, which I could use as a testimonial if needed.

I sure would appreciate it. BTW, I'll still be around dA. I'd miss all you guys too much. I've made some valuable friends here, and I hope I can count you among them. Thanks.
Denise