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For AsheRhyder by by-loosh, literature

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For AsheRhyder

4:30 pm When Sarah entered her apartment the afternoon of March 1, she found Christine and Raoul in the kitchenette, sharing a private moment (although thankfully not so private that Sarah had to shield her eyes and run for cover). Raoul was holding Christine around the waist while obediently licking frosting from the rubber spatula she was holding up to him. He was making the pleased noises of someone pretending to have not eaten in days and Christine was giggling uncontrollably. They didn't see Sarah until she cleared her throat. "Oh, hi, Sarah!" Christine said. She stuffed the spatula in Raoul's mouth and skipped away from him while

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Pais's Place by by-loosh, literature

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Pais's Place

The wolf pulled Red across the street and into the darkness of the restaurant, where they were greeted with a welcome sign and a smiling hostess whose teeth flashed towards him. She asked him whether his was a party of two and he said no, he was meeting a man named País and she said why sure, he came here often with the blind girl, let me show you to his booth. So she did. The day was bright, but inside, the walls disappeared into gloom. Was it because of the smoke rising from the candles, which were, as was sometimes the case in Boston pubs, real? Or was it just the pattern of the wallpaper,

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Rainy Day by by-loosh, literature

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Rainy Day

It's because they shot Old Mange today. He'd been in that cast for a while. You know, the one on his leg? Told me it burned all the time. I didn't think much of it. It is Old Mange, after all. Said he couldn't stop walking on it, though, and scratching at it. Itched all the way up through his hoof. Today I woke up and saw him chewing the cast straight through. And I tell you, Redwood, it was not a pretty sight. It was all yellow and red, like an apple if it could bleed. Scared the shit out of me. I screamed for help. Old Mange told me to shut up, for pity's sake, it hurt worse than a sore back when someone's on it and he was perf

Swords by by-loosh, literature

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Swords

The walls are blue and the floor is brown, like shit and grit and sand, and I am standing just inside the door. I came in here because I'm seeking refuge from the weird shit that goes on downstairs. You know how it is: he tugs on your hair 'til your neck cranes back and your shoulders burn. When he pulls on your clothes and toes you just want to die 'cause Mom thinks he's playing, but even when you've been playing in the mud you don't feel so dirty. Now that I'm here in this room, I remember that my brother isn't. He's away at school and I forgot. It's an innocent mistake. He's got swords in his room, hanging on the wall. They'r

Letters by by-loosh, literature

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Letters

He's listening, but he doesn't know me. For all he does know, I'm the next nurse. I'm going to give him a sponge bath. (And if he's really thinking that, if he's delighted by the prospect, I can't really call him dirty.) He might be nervous about it, though, because somewhere deep down he might remember that I'm his granddaughter. He never kept a diary, otherwise I'd read it to him. Instead, Mom kept his letters, the ones from Korea. "Hey, Doll," one starts. "Everything's fine." And he goes on to tell Grandma all about how he spilled coffee on his crotch, and how h

The Dare by by-loosh, literature

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The Dare

or, In Which High School Melodrama Turns out Fine, for Once It started with a dare. It was a simple, innocent, run-of-the-mill dare, and because she was loyal, because she promised that she would never ever turn her back on any sort of dare, she was bound to do it. It shouldn't have been a problem. But now she was sitting in a bathroom stall with her pants pulled down way past her knees, pretending to be constipated when really she just had a headache. Somehow her simple, innocent, run-of-the-mill dare had turned sour, so she'd gone to sulk on a toilet. She'd been there for the past fifteen m

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The Bridge by by-loosh, literature

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The Bridge

At first it's obvious. The first haven't rotted yet and I could walk across safely if there were some left at the end. The first is still polished with the private days of war and nails shine like soda tabs or dog tags. The second and third are still the same until a strip of splinters lays it bare: no more polish, no more shine. Just rust and red wood and those fraying edges that reach to kiss the sky.

Numbers by by-loosh, literature

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Numbers

The moon was high on the evening of the twenty-second, and twenty-two gravestones stood gleaming in its white. A passing rain had rocked the crows to sleep and washed the surface of everything to a false polish. The trees around the cemetery were still dripping. In their branches, the crows ruffled their feathers against the silence. The cemetery was old, and like all places marked by time, there had been a process at work there for several hundred years: a fading of the numbers and words upon the gravestones, a crumbling of their history. The first stone had its foundations in 1793. It belonged to a young man, a victim of a stabbing af

Tribute to the Bathroom Gospel by by-loosh, literature

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Tribute to the Bathroom Gospel

Here is the gospel: the scriptures on the wall. In between the mortar, the prophets tell us all. Here the toilet lies alone, waiting for a kiss. Here the wall's erased and open, daily blanked for bliss. "You are here" in particles "and here" upon the earth "and here" within the universe waiting for your birth. "I just want my face" on the pillow here at night with you next to me in bed. "On your cheek" the moonlight's spread, and the moisture on your eyelash is like Ursa's eye in starlight. "We are all brothers," said the man upon that moon. "One and the same" in life, in death; in death together do we swoon. Here is the

On Pain of Sleep by by-loosh, literature

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On Pain of Sleep

There is a certain physical aspect of sleep deprivation that sometimes makes the body appear as though it is in pain. It is a long, slow ache along the spine and arms: the spine because the day's compression has caused its surrounding muscles to constrict and tighten; the arms because hanging on an upright body all day gives them no support, no softness from beneath. The ache is a signal to the mind: "Let me lie flat for just a moment, on my back or on my side. Let me lie on my back without concerns of sex or wondering whether or not I want it. A horizontal position can be quiet and immobile like that great sphinx in Egypt, except my eyes

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Artist // Student // Literature

Apr 8, 1993
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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The second hat rim is Bezoar-10

I love her lots.

Current Residence: MA
Favourite genre of music: Blues, Jazz, Swing
Favourite style of art: Traditional Semi-Realism
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Chocolate
Favourite cartoon character: Batman
Personal Quote: Everything you think is a state of being is really a form of literature.

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Pablo Picasso

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Beauty and the Beast, The Dark Crystal, Meet Joe Black

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Smallville, Wolf's Rain

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Julia Marcell

Favourite Books

His Dark Materials

Favourite Writers

Philip Pullman, Jose Saramago, Frances Hodgson Burnett

Favourite Games

Prince of Persia and the Sands of Time

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Gamecube

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Pen, paper, and word processor

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Creative Writing, Theater, Sewing, Dance, French

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by-loosh

Mar 11, 2011

Features!

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First 9 people to comment here get three things from their gallery that I choose as a feature. Anyone who does this has to repost this in their journal with me as the first spot. C: 1. Loweryi http://fav.me/d38zu1f http://fav.me/d38tgb6 http://fav.me/d1pj8gt 2.  EMort http://emort.deviantart.com/art/Meet-Pierre-186173490?q=gallery%3Aemort%2F27066235&qo=13 http://emort.deviantart.com/art/FF-XIII-Engagment-Necklace-1-177300928?q=gallery%3Aemort%2F27066235&qo=18 http://emort.deviantart.com/art/The-Modern-Tribe-176913203?q=gallery%3Aemort%2F27066235&qo

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by-loosh

Jan 2, 2011

Red Character Contest + FAQ

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Hi, guys!  :wave:  Since chapter four of "The Deep Seed" is out now, I've decided to get my readers more involved by hosting a character contest.  For now, the deadline is some murky day in late February, early March, but let's not worry about that at the moment.  Here's what I'm looking for: :bulletred: For this contest, you must create a character that somehow fits in with the Red Universe (the universe that encompasses "Red" and its related media).  At the bare minimum, your character should have a physical description, description of personality, and history.  Ref sheets are highly recommended but not required.  You will not be judged on

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by-loosh

Nov 26, 2010

The Deep Seed: Updates

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Soooo... I lied.  Most likely there will be no update this week.  Prepare for a surprise when I do update, though!  And I think you'll find that the next chapter was worth the wait.  Also, I've heard that some people are interested in drawing fan art.  For the record, that would make me the happiest person alive, so go right ahead.  Fan fiction is fine, too, and if you want to be creepy and start shipping, then I'm fine with that.  Just warn me before you link me to y-gallery. :XD:  (But, in all seriousness, please link me to the stuff that you do, no matter what it is.) I don't know about you, but I'm ready for The Deep Seed to be over. :b

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brookierulestheworld

Nov 29, 2012

Thanks for the watch-back! 'O'

Derrr, it's Lith <3

hello thanks for the watch my freind

by-loosh

Apr 14, 2012

No problem! I love the designs you have for adult Mako and Bolin, and when I saw the adult Mako one I started imagining what it was like when he started going blurry and how he reacted to it. He probably freaked out, poor bb!

Happy birthday!

Thanks!

Hey, thanks for the

on [link]! I really appreciate it!