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If only she knew...
She smiled as she looked down at her MP3 player, queuing up her favorite playlist. As the rhythm began to fill the small room, the synthetic sounds resonating in her mind, she sat on her bed, closing her eyes. Objects, unseen but sensed, began to appear in the darkness behind her eyelids. As if by magic, they began to shift and move, hovering through empty space as though guided by invisible hands. One song seamlessly transitioned to the next, never once jarring her from her silent activity.
She opened her eyes once more as the music raised to a crescendo, watching the final book slide into its rightful place, her room once again cleaned to perfection. Ironically slapping her hands together in the traditional motion for completion, she picked up her MP3 player once more, disconnecting it from the speakers. With well practiced movements, the ever present headphones clicked into place. Carefully adjusting the headphones perched around her head, the music began to flow once more, returnin
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Order Amidst Chaos: Chapter 2
As Seeker went around to the back of the Inn to negotiate the return of the horses, Aryellia dashed down the street, her bare feet sending mud flying everywhere as she dodged between people headed towards their morning duties. The sky still shed tears, though the size and quantity of them had dimished somewhat, each droplet feeling cool and refreshing on her skin, still singed from the night before. She reached out with a hand, grabbing onto a small iron pole built into the side of a building, and used it to swing herself into an alleyway between two rows of buildings. Her feet pounded over and around forgotten and discarded items until she came to an abrupt halt. Her hand was midway towards a simple, well-used metal latch on a gate in the back of a fence. Shaking her head, she steeled herself and flung the gate open.
As it swung slowly on its thick hinges, an unsightly image revealed itself to her, charred and burnt timber and stone all piled on top of itself. She turned her head away
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OAC: Ch 1: Tears and Rain
Rain continued to pour down from the heavens, pattering against the window, an appropriate setting for the mood within the room. The flames inside the wood stove crackled, breaking the almost painful silence. The lad and the girl sat across from each other, the girl on a wooden chair next to the stove, the lad sitting on the edge of the bed. They both sat in their wet clothes, too consumed by their sorrow to care and too embarassed by the other's presence to consider changing. Both of them stared at nothing in particular, succumbing to the mutual emotional numbness. The lad finally looked up at the girl, blinking back tears in an attempt to seem more mature than he was. She sat on the chair, knees bunched up against her forehead, chest heaving with silent sobs. He looked away, his eyes landing on the bag left behind by his companion. As he choked back tears, he realized that some of the items might fit her temporarily while her clothes dried. He reached over to grab the bag, the leathe
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Order Amidst Chaos: Prologue
Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the dark night momentarily before plunging it back into darkness. The lad looked up, careful to not allow the hood of his cloak to fall from his head, staring up between the rain drops to the clouds above. He had always admired thunderstorms, the raw power it held for destruction mixed with its necessary gift of life-giving water to the land below it. Even amidst such chaos was order, a dichotomy he never failed to appreciate. His horse shook its head in an attempt to clear some of the water from its face, bringing him back to the task at hand. A second horse carrying another waterlogged person rode a few feet in front of them, neither of them moving very quickly due to the muddied road. He pushed his horse faster for a moment, catching up and drawing alongside his traveling companion. The other figure looked over at him with amused eyes, having been well aware of his little distraction from reality. The slightly older woman shook her head and t
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The Machine
Screams and wails filled the air, thick enough to taste. The flames licked at everything that moved, inflicting pain and misery in quantities unheard of on the world above. Decaying structures, constructed from the very bones and souls of those sentenced to the brimstone prison, littered the landscape, maintained by men turned slaves. Hope and joy were nonexistent, ground out of each and every tortured soul sentenced to their self-inflicted fate. This was Hell, the ultimate incarceration.
Amidst all the agony moved a lone creature, neither man nor beast, ignored by the demons that roamed and the men that suffered. It rolled forward, supported by a pair of treads on either side of its cylindrical body. A pair of lights affixed to the front lit the way through the cobwebs and shadows of the unused walkways as it tread aimlessly through the maze of pits and cliffs. To the casual observer, it appeared to be a trash can lying on its side with slots and openings on its sides for various impl
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She
She sat in silence underneath a blue sky. Trees whispered a song of love with their light rustling, stirred into motion by the wind. The grass rippled around Her feet, tickling Her ankles. She pulled Her feet up onto the bench, holding Her knees tightly, hiding behind the soft wall they created. The park bench sagged deeper with this additional weight, minor though it was. A couple, out on an evening stroll, passed Her by, neither glancing at Her nor acknowledging Her presence. Though She whispered to Herself Her apathy, the truth was far less comforting, a knife She felt but could not see. The beauty of the moment, regretfully fleeting, only served to highlight Her agony, shielded from the world by a thin blank mask She wore just under Her skin. The sun sank behind the horizon, hidden by the trees which formed the edge of the park, but as the moon rose to her position high in the sky, she saw not the girl, long since departed.
A skirt, black and proper, swished effortlessly around a p
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Caged
Why do you haunt me? You are shadows, figments of the world around me, yet I cannot escape. You are a cage holding me within the darkness of company; solitude is all I seek. I cannot escape. The walls are closing in, wrapping me in death's embrace. But no, that would be too easy for the likes of myself, for I cannot escape. The cage you have put me in---you, wanting to torture and cut me deep---serves not as a prison for me, but as a safety against you. Here, sitting tightly in the middle of this pale room, empty and pale, I am truely safe. Here is my prison; the locks are my wardens. As long as they never click, never release their ever comforting clutch on me, I shall be safe.
Why will not the plotting cease? Even now I can hear your footstep on the stairs, trying, grasping, hunting. I can see you through the protection of my bars, my walls of cement and paint. Your eyes seek me out, wanting desperately to find me. I cannot let you find me. You are pain. You are suffering. You are ha
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Bench
He sat quietly on the bench overlooking the beach, ears enjoing the swish and sway of the waves on the sand. He leaned back, hands behind his head, as he stared up into the night sky. Mind wandering through the dark halls within his subconscious, he allowed himself to drift into a state of rest, zoning out into the blackness of the sky. His eyes closed, stars blinking out of existance and the light from the moon fading. All that was left was the smell of the sea and the swish of the waves.
His mind wandered deeper, finding every cobweb and orphaned thought and sending them whirling around his mind like bees around a hive. Hopes, dreams, aspirations, memories, fears, loves, nightmares--they hovered around him, making the air thick and dank with their presence. Chest expanding, he drew in a breath, deep and full, and with the exhale, let those unwanted thoughts drift away on the breeze coming off the sea. In and out, there then gone--the depths of his mind unraveled itself and expelled t
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So yeah. Here I am again. It's been a while, hasn't it? Funny how regardless of how long I spend away from this dAmn thing, I come right back whenever the mood strikes me. The one profile I don't want to delete and start over. Suppose it helps that I'm relatively anonymous here. Facebook everyone knows you (tempted to delete, not deactivate, the damn thing), who you are, what you look like, etc. I don't bother with the e-Blog websites, and there's no point in me uploading weird shit to my YouTube account since I only use it to follow people who post videos I'm interested in (RoosterTeeth anyone?). Long story short, this is the one place I can be as hyper, emo, weird, bizarre, or freakish and know that there's plenty of other people out there that are in exactly the same place to some degree.

So yeah. Judge me if you will, but at this point, I'd just respond with a laugh and a gesture specific to the situation. But whatever, this wasn't supposed to turn into some weird angsty-emo-weird-bullshit post. In fact, why the hell am I continuing this? Why haven't I just deleted everything above this point and started over?

Because I can, I guess. (Oh look, full circle to the title. Clever little me.)


My mind hasn't been working quite on the level that I would prefer for me to continue writing or drawing or whatever "artistic" crap I want to crank out. Yeah, OAC is in my head still, though all I can think about are events that would occur many many chapters in...or the ending. Or significant plot developments...or...well, stuff. At some point, I'll probably finish the chapter which is half completed and attempt to move towards the fun stuff...whatever it ends up being. That being said, if anyone wants to give me something more...fun to work with, feel free.

...

So yeah, like a fool I put on a movie and have now forgotten why I posted this. Thank you Harry Potter. >.> I'll prob post something new later when I got a clearer mind. Hooray for the bizarre.

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SmirkDog Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2009
You know who wants more artsiness from you?

This guy :P.

P.S. - How ya' doin', ya' old pirate? So good to see you!
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nomadicpx Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2010
Working on it. =P
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kupocoffee Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2008  Student Digital Artist
Awesome gallery :gallery: :heart:
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nomadicpx Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2008
*Checks your gallery*...dear goodness! Yours is so much better than mine...but thank you. :)
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Dimpyfoss Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2008
BOOOO :hug:
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Desertfire Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2008   General Artist
You are tagged:

[link]
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nomadicpx Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2008
So I noticed. XD
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Desertfire Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2008   General Artist
=D
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Ke-Eng Featured By Owner May 17, 2008
You do realize there's other paper out there besides scrap found in a planner, right? (Don't worry, it took me quite a while to discover this too.)
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nomadicpx Featured By Owner Jun 5, 2008
Yup. It's simple and convenient though, which is a good thing.
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Dimpyfoss Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2008
HI! hahah! i thought i would post a comment to your page cause i was bored, and like .. your not online yet ^^ :);)
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nomadicpx Featured By Owner May 1, 2008
Haha...I'm ALWAYS online...just not always there. :)
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