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Telling Day by Heathen-God, literature

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Telling Day

Telling Day Julie rolled slowly out from under her thick comforter and glanced accusingly at her alarm clock. She had been in the middle of a particularly pleasant dream when it had interrupted her slumber with its incessant blaring. Slapping her hand over it limply, Julie managed to find the off button before rubbing her eyes and curling back up beneath her warm blankets. It was dark outside; she still had twenty minutes that she could stand to sleep through. Her eyes fluttered shut and she began to drift until her mother began rapping irritably against her bedroom door. “Julia Meredith Parker, I want you up and wide awake at the bre

The Angelicists Chapter 5 by Heathen-God, literature

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The Angelicists Chapter 5

Chapter 5 – A Fear of Flesh It had been months since Finn had met Natasha and Miles. The question had not been raised when or how he would leave. In honesty, it had been silently decided that he would stay forever. It didn't sit right with Finn. He knew very well what had happened between Natasha and her father. He was well aware of the fact that she needed someone to lean on besides Miles. He knew she was leaning on him now. He knew she trusted him. But he was, after all, a Demonbearer. No matter how hard he might try to be something else, he could never shake the shadow of his own unfortunate reality. This was, and would always be, his o

The Angelicists Chapter 4 by Heathen-God, literature

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The Angelicists Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – The Deserter ~Two Months Later~ Henry was angry, afraid, enraged, betrayed, and livid. These were not emotions the man was accustomed to dealing with. Henry was a self-proclaimed genius, the leader of a rebellion, a God of sorts; he had no time for rage and fear in his busy, prosperous life. And yet, here it was, staring him in the face; blatant betrayal and disrespect. His face remained pleasant, calm, even serene as Anthony informed him of the escape of one of his most trusted believers. Anthony finished. "Sir?" he asked nervously. They had been friends since birth and Anthony could tell by the sudden glazed appearance in his

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Battle in the Pews by Heathen-God, literature

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Battle in the Pews

Dark rooms and broken promises don't mix Fists all around And my face is growing blue Back slams the wall In the flood of gasoline Reach through my lacerations To where the sickness grows Soaked in perfume Bleed like poison But I can't cover it up The scent of my own decay Tie up frayed sinew With soiled gauss This black cathedral Demons howl From stain glass windows And it's too damn loud For poetry

Keeping the Peace by Heathen-God, literature

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Keeping the Peace

This is the last time I'll explain my mind to you. How easy to forget and we're not getting better. Your head filled with air, and mine bursting with the clouds. We drift like birds before crashing back down to earth to squabble anew over scraped knees. Scratched and scoured you whine but I find I've lost my patience cradling my broken limbs here in the dirt among my loose ends, the beginnings of stories I'll never write and the words to poems I can't sing and I've kept the peace for none but you. Call me a dreamer but you've no idea of the ones I held back.

Shadows and Gods by Heathen-God, literature

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Shadows and Gods

Letters live in the minds Of those who can cling To logic like a rope In days long forgotten We defined the meaning and strength Of my word. See how I taught them To dance on my fingertips And sing For all to see and laugh? My one skill and how I hold it high, As if I might change my fate And bring me safety In friendship, But dear I know These things come and they may Grow on their own But I still like to say They're drawn to my mind But not my eyes Where I hold my secrets Far from the painter in my throat She's been known to steal Such things in days of yor. And my shadow, she likes to say I'd die without her guid

In the Ninety Percent by Heathen-God, literature

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In the Ninety Percent

Living and death are strangers to me for in youth I have not lived and of death I am ignorant. These are secrets held in the ninety-nine percent that I do not see. Another world I must be missing. Such knowledge that human minds hold such potential but understand so little. Like an ocean at my spine and in dreams we fall back to swan dive and scratch the surface -but to wakefulness I drift high. A superficial façade where we fight and laugh. unaware of the decay reaching in through narrowed eyes, ears, mouth and hands. But from what I see this I am sure; I've begun to rot.

Brat by Heathen-God, literature

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Brat

Maybe I should stop thinking altogether It only ever gives me grief And if I were to use the words and feelings trapped up inside I'm sure to do it wrong Misunderstandings loopholes and lies Reasons I'm mistaken You'd never change your ways Nothing I'd ever say Would get to you Not through all that damned hair I'm like a thug all caught up in the moments until days later only in silence Do I catch where I've gone wrong Fucking little snake you win again self righteous and well assured So I'll wallow in the muck Every your mindless puppet Surprise, surprise You Brat.

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You May Think You're Special by sincebecomeswhy, literature

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You May Think You're Special

It didn’t take long before I noticed little things that weren’t quite the same; the subtle difference in the color of my morning creamer, a prominent politician in the news whose face was somehow unfamiliar. The changes were everywhere. “Might take longer to find her in this one,” I said to myself. How many places had I visited? Hundreds, maybe thousands; cramped city apartments high over noisy streets, thatched huts in serene mountain villages, opulent townhomes nestled along coastal resorts. I could never remember all the names, so I just called them Dreamvilles. Gina was nearby. I could feel it. She was the best

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March of the Damned by Heathen-God, literature

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March of the Damned

Marching on dead feet over a field of gray we lost the soul we lost ourselves in a time we'll never forget we're an army of dead men. Innocence gone hearts lost Those who shoved us into this world were lost long ago as a wage of war. Even the shallowest scratch cuts to the bone with a story we don't care to tell some still scream when in the heat of battle they find another hollow in the very flesh of their souls. But most can no longer muster a tear as we march doing the dirty work of the devil. An army of dead men. We only wish we could care

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Not the best beginnings, not the nicest people, our own fair share of regrets, but at the end of the day Iwereally couldn't care less what half the people we know think about us. We stand by our friends and they stand by us. We write and listen to music obsessively, and have a hard time stopping for school. Yup that's our life in as few words as possible. ;)

Favourite Visual Artist

My father Mike

Favourite Movies

The Raven, Avatar, Ace Ventura Pet Detective:When Nature Calls, Scream

Favourite TV Shows

Modern Family, The Middle

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

My Chemical Romance/Green Day

Favourite Books

The Invention of Hugo Cabret, Harry Potter, The Quest, The Inheritance Cycle

Favourite Writers

Dan Brown, Wilbur Smith

Favourite Games

umm...I don't really play games.

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Pencil

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Phychology, Criminology

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Heathen-God

Jan 31, 2013

The Books are Real...

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Do you ever forget that some of the things they describe in the stories are actual things that people go through until someone described something that happened to them to you exactly the way you once read it. Scary sometimes...

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Aug 2, 2012

This just a free write for 'Nobodies Blessing

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How Finn met Natasha and Milo They were so much bigger than him. So much meaner, so much stronger, and so much more territorial than the scrawny 17 year old boy who had been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. How was it possible that Finn had upset them? Was it that stupid comment about the one guys jeans? What had he even saidsomething about a precious reputation. Why did he need to say that? And now what? Curled up in the dark, rats crawling around him, scratching quietly, waiting to lose consciousness so he wouldn't hurt anymore. His right ear was definitely bleeding, as was his nose. He could feel innumerable bruises blossom

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Jul 21, 2012

Mission Trip! BREAK ALL THE SEPTIC TANKS! AGAIN!!!

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hi! Meg here! yeah as you can see, i am now sharing this account with my partner in crime Victoria Christine. She's a cool kid, cooler than me lol. She likes to remind of that..a lot.And would you look there! She got paint on my pillow.... -_- anyway, yes, we're both leaving for a week to go on a mission trip with our church (although i'm not really a "believer" i'm honestly more pagan than anything lol) and since i have to "bond" with the filthy bastards (no actually i can halfway deal with most of them) i can't really do much writing in between the swiming, working, eating, septic tank destroying, "bonding," and breathing. Victoria's in t