SoA Intro: Georgey Pt. 1 by Taronblade, literature
Literature
SoA Intro: Georgey Pt. 1
The desert is often thought about as a land of death. This was the first of the many sandy lands that had engulfed most of the planet Georgey Johnson had seen. The night seemed to bring this place alive as scorpions and some interesting rat-like mammals passed by the small campfire the straw hat wearing young boy had set up. The way the light of the fire hit the sand made it sparkle in ways that were new and exciting for Georgey.
Gah dang thats purty Georgey heard himself say in a low whisper.
Georgey was an odd looking fellow. His overalls were torn at the bottom and he walked withou
The Contestants rd 1 script by Taronblade, literature
Literature
The Contestants rd 1 script
Innocence: one word with so many meanings. Be it naivety or chastity. I however have found the most unsavory and useless meaning to be guiltlessness. Everyone is guilty in a way of some sort of sin. Why, it is only human to question morals, question meaning, and even question creation. What really separates them from us is that their sins cost so much more for us and so little for them. I guess that is what the show is all about. Why should we have to suffer for THEIR sins?
Just today I met a contestant who had seemed but an innocent girl on the outside, but has already murdered two of my emplo
SoA Intro: Georgey Pt. 1 by Taronblade, literature
Literature
SoA Intro: Georgey Pt. 1
The desert is often thought about as a land of death. This was the first of the many sandy lands that had engulfed most of the planet Georgey Johnson had seen. The night seemed to bring this place alive as scorpions and some interesting rat-like mammals passed by the small campfire the straw hat wearing young boy had set up. The way the light of the fire hit the sand made it sparkle in ways that were new and exciting for Georgey.
Gah dang thats purty Georgey heard himself say in a low whisper.
Georgey was an odd looking fellow. His overalls were torn at the bottom and he walked withou
"To be what I am not,
To surrender my soul,
To let my body rot,
Is that happiness?
Trying to hide,
What I really am,
My true feelings aside,
Is that living?
To feel what is not there,
The serpent of lust watching,
And having no actual care,
Is that love?
To lie, to steal,
To let high take my mind,
losing my grasp on what is real'
Would I be me?"
I sit,
I sit and wait,
I wait for the the sun,
I wait for beauty,
I wait for my dreams to pass,
A tear comes to my eye,
I sit,
I sit and listen,
I listen to the crickets chirp,
I listen to the breeze go through the grass,
I forget my heart aches,
I forget all,
My mind floats with the wind,
I still sit,
I sit and watch,
I watch the sky turn orange,
I watch the moon hide behind mountains,
The stars leave the silhouette of heaven,
The beauty of where the earth ends,
Thats where the sky begins,
So I sit and stare upon this horizon,
I sit here and watch my horizon.
I struggle with the fears of life,
To live with no point but to die,
The rose bleeds because my grasp have it,
I bleed because it's thorns have me,
I look around in the dark,
But all that I can see is the rose,
I drop the rose in the abyss,
But the darkness existed because of me,
As the rose insnares my soul,
Angels caress my skin,
My fingers sting with the rose's poison,
As the angels lift me higher,
I feel the rose burn at my soul,
As if an empty shell,
With little point to live, I fall,
The angels drop me,
I close my eyes and feel blind,
Seeing the last pedal drop from the rose,
I then sleep forever with the rose insid
Memories fall back in my mind.
These things I'll never see again,
Flash and flash to a solemn sadness;
A storm in my head.
I think of loves lost;
to think of jealous fights;
I think of dark times;
I remember those of light.
Let the music play;
Old tunes that free the soul.
Listen and drift away.
Laugh, cry, and finally...sleep.
I have given it a lot of thought, and I do mean a lot, and decided that I have to drop out of ~ClockHat-Productions (https://www.deviantart.com/clockhat-productions)'s Sands of Abeyance tournament. Why you may ask? Well, to be completely honest it really is good old fashioned procrastination mixed with my extreme finickiness. As a writer I could easily buckle down now a pump out something, but I can't do that to myself. The plans for this one round, I kid you not, has changed well over 50 times! What I mean is I have written and deleted over 50 freakin' round outlines. It doesn't help that I have been frantic trying to get all the money together to save for a trip to California (especia
TO BE A BETA READER! In my efforts to make my work slightly less... crappy, I need Beta readers or those who will read my work ahead of time, give me comments about what they don't like, look for typos, that whole shin-dig, before I make my writings available to the public during ~ClockHat-Productions (https://www.deviantart.com/clockhat-productions) tourney. This will hopefully keep me from getting knocked out the first round AND you guys will get some cred for doing it (plus reading my works ahead of time, though that may not be a bonus). Now for qualifications:
1. Can't be involved in the :iconclockhat-productions: tourney Sands of Abeyance. This includes contestants and judges. It
I got in ~ClockHat-Productions (https://www.deviantart.com/clockhat-productions). I guess I'm happy because I got in, but I honestly don't feel I deserved to get in. I will however, un-scrap Georgey's first part (since it is canon as far as the tourney is concerned) and I guess I'll buckle down and try to get the second part done before or soon after rounds are announced.
Now a break down of what I think of the tourney:
What sucks:
1. No :iconkanju: Seriously, he deserves to get in way more then me.
2. No :icontulalu: I know she didn't even do an audition really, but I would have liked to face her.
3. What sucks most is :icontaronblade: (AKA ME) I will try not to disappoint in the