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InvasiveDayaram Toaro picks her way carefully through the brush, bow drawn, arrow knocked and ready to fly. She found the most beautiful elk earlier in the day--Dayaram was certain its flesh would be tender and tasty. She watced her target carefully, waiting for exactly the perfect moment to strike. With a grin, she raised her bow, aiming carefully and drawing back the arrow. Her eyes widened in anticipation, her grip starting to loosen carefully to let the arrow sail smoothly into her target, her beautiful, graceful elk. "Hey!" she heard, winced, and jumped. She wasn't the only one to hear--the elk's head shot up and darted around for but a second before shooting away into the trees. Dayaram growled out a curse in frustration of losing her dinner, turning toward the stranger that had so rudely interrupted her. She was still poised to shoot her arrow, even as she turned toward the person who called out to her.
Dayaram had been ready to shoot, and dammit, if her arrow wasn't going to go into an
StalkIt is mid-Spring. The sky is only just beginning to darken; the air is cool, but not quite cold. Lea can hear twigs snap as her target walks through the trees. She'd been trailing behind for some time now, quite interested in the newcomer. Usually, the most activity Lea saw was during the day; in the brightest hours. They didn't seem to be in any hurry; indeed, they were simply meandering through the trees sprinkled over the ground in clusters varying in density. they carefully picked their way through the most dense pockets, savoring the small clearing peppered throughout. Lea couldn't remember by now how long she'd been following. She knew it had still be bright when they arrived. She wondered if they knew just where they are. She hadn't ever seen them before--did they know their way around? ... Did they know Lea was following them? Suddenly, the stranger stopped, and so did Lea. She froze, too far away from any trees to hide behind to bring herself to flee. Eyes widening, Lea found
IntruderMaria sat on her stool, like she always did. Lilya had seemed especially affectionate towards her lately, frequently complimenting her. She wondered if Lilya was alright; she certainly wasn't acting herself. But, Maria did not ask. She never did, only sat there, looking pretty, offering all the comfort she could with a sympathetic look. Lilya smiled at her--so odd--and nodded once before leaving the room. Maria sat for hours, it seemed, and before she knew it, the sky outside the sitting room's window was pitch black. Maria guessed it was nearing midnight, if it had not already come. Everyone must have been asleep, Maria thought; at least, those who had not been assigned any sort of task that required prolonged stays anywhere but here. Maria envied those who were allowed tasks and such. No matter. Maria had her own purpose. She would serve it eventually, she hoped.
Another few hours passed. Maria heard a clink and then a crash. Still, Maria did not rise. She simply sat, listened, and w
Summons"Riyo," Lilya said sternly. Riyo had recently developed the habit of daydreaming, and it was proving irksome for Lilya. "Uh, hmm...? Oh! Yes, Ms.?" Riyo had responded, finally. Lilya was in no mood to be tested; Riyo would need to be punished, if this kept up. Riyo didn't pay attention for long. Lilya could see it in her eyes, which had gone totally unfocused. "Riyo!" Lilya said again, less patient now. Riyo flew from the stool she sat upon. She looked like she was being physically thrown to the ground. "Oof," she mumbled, pushing herself up. "I apologize." Riyo got up to her feet. Her lip was bleeding; she'd bitten down on it when she fell. Her eyes landed on the puppet mirror of her in Lilya's hand. Riyo may have been new, but she knew the horrors Lilya was capable of with that silly little doll alone. "What task do you have for me today?"
"For once it's not mine. Someone called for you. Any idea who?"
"No, I don't have any family or anything."
"Regardless, someone knows you. T
Confrontation"I just don't understand why you keep leading her on," Zi said with a huff, crossing her arms as her chin angled toward the ceiling. Lilya and Sylia had just left for Their latest task. Loe didn't have the details; he didn't ask, and he didn't care to. All he knew was that whatever it was that they always did, it reduced Sylia to a bundle fo shaking and nerves, and he'd taken it upon himself to keep her calm--not by Lilya's orders, but he figured she appreciated having a puppet with a calm mind, even if she never told him directly of her appreciation. Loe did work a thankless job. "Zi," he said, as calm and collected as ever, "you know she gets nervous. It's not going to help anyone if she's so nervous that she can barely talk. I don't think I'm 'leading her on.'"
"Of course you are, and you know exactly what you're doing."
"I'm not doing anything. We all need each other here, Zi. My loyalties lie with you, but Miss Sylia is one of our own. Like it or not, we are all a family."
Party Crasher"Zi, Loe, close at nine; feed Riyo and Maria when you can," Lilya says as she enters the front of her shop, tugging Sylia along by the elbow. Lilya wore her usual attire, and Sylia had been made up in subtle make-up and a flowing lavender-colored dress. Sylia stood nervously as Lilya took Zi aside to give her some sort of direction or order, leaving Loe to watch a shaking Sylia shifting her weight between her feet. A dozen times, Sylia had done exactly what she was about to, but it never made her any less jittery. She jumped when she felt Loe's hand land lightly on the small of her back. "You look beautiful," he assured her, "and you will do just fine." Sylia knew Loe belonged to Zi--she did--but she always appreciated this short, intimate moment she and Loe shared almost every time she was headed off to complete a new task for Lilya. Loe really did make it more bearable, and he always managed to sooth her nerves before it was time to leave. Sylia took a deep, steadying bre
ShoppeThe bell above the shop door rings as a new customer walks in. Zi sweeps the floor as Loe counts the money in the cash register. Lilya is no where in sight. Immediately, Zi stops what she's doing and leans her broom against a counter. "Hello," she starts, her voice flat and monotonous, "How can I--" Zi is not given the time to finish her sentence before Loe cuts in. He shoots her an indeterminable look before turning toward the customer. The quiet click as the register drawer moves back into place is audible in the small, dead-silent shop. "How can we help you?" Loe's voice was just as flat as Zi's, but not so monotonous, and had an air of authority about it. Loe never referred to him and Zi as anything but a pair, even in casual conversation; he had always felt especially protective of his Zi. He didn't think he could handle himself if ever he were to be separated from Zi, and he knew she felt exactly the same way towards him. Zi seemed peaceful enough, but Loe knew better. She was a
Reality's EdgeI know that a lot of people tend to believe that mirrors are a certain kind of portal to another world; a world that was just like ours, yet somewhat... corrupted. Just a little bit out of place. It all looked the same; there wasn't a thing out of place. And yet, still, there would always be that feeling as if something weren't quite right, not quite the way it should be. Like the way one might feel when they knew they were supposed to remember something but couldn't remember exactly what. I always figured it might feel like that.
But that's not all of it. Some people also believe that that reflection in the mirror, that one that looks just like you, isn't you at all. It's some sort of monster. One that wants nothing more than to trade places with you so you will live the rest of your life in the corrupted world and so it can live your life, steal your real friends, real family, and you know what will happen? You'll become that reflection. You'll simply be mirroring the life of that th
To KikaiDear Kikai,
There are a lot of things I can't explain to you, such as why I would write a letter to you in the first place; or, better yet, why I would be writing it at three in the morning. You'll have to excuse me if I don't make sense or start babbling.
As I said, there are somethings I honestly can't explain to you. I already told you a few, but wanna hear a few more? I can't explain to you why you like Rachel so. I cannot explain why she likes Ben better. And, I cannot say why Ben likes her too. I just don't know the answers. I suppose its just that sometimes, things happen. Maybe we don't like them, and maybe we wish something different might have happened.
Now, I could go on, right now, for a while about what-ifs—what if things WERE different?; what if you were more normal?—however, that wouldn't change anything would it? But, I'd like to at least try to offer some advice, if I could.
Maybe I sound stupid, but I think things happen for a reason. Ma
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
You and II feel so alone,
But it's no wonder why.
I still wish you were here
To guide me,
To comfort me.
It feels as though we're lost without each other,
Floating endlessly in an abyss of sadness.
It's as though we were meant to be,
As though fate brought us together and tore us apart.
But I still miss you!
You can tell, can't you?
I know you feel the same way that I do
I can feel it.
I know it.
So why do you ignore me so?
When we know we are meant for each other?
Why do you act as though we are exact opposites?
As though we have not a thing in common?
Perhaps, I think, it is as I thought.
Fate brought us together.
Fate drove us apart.
We just were not meant to be,
You and I.
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More