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Literature
Insatiability
Riley rubbed his forehead with one hand and waved a wad of papers with the other. It was just another blunder in a month of blunders in getting this order filled and shipped to his homeland.
The customs agent frowned at the open folder on his desk. “Sir, I’m sorry, but nowhere on the log do I see that this cargo was to be accompanied by an official from the O’Conaghy Company. Perhaps the necessary form was not filled out....?”
“My name is Riley O’Conaghy! I am the company! How on earth will that box arrive unscathed once the ship reaches America? What instructions are posted in your paperwork to ensure proper delivery?” Riley was, quite clearly, an enraged man who was not about to leave unless the agent satisfied him.
The agent adjusted his half moon glasses and peered back over his desk. “The log states that the goods are to be received by Mullins Imports and delivered to an outfit called Celtic Jewelry in Queens. As for a boarding pass,
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You and I - pt. II of II
It seems very long ago now, but the last time Light saw L, he was doing the same thing. Long ebony hair pouring over dark eyes averted in somber thought, he was tending to Light, the boy’s feet still wet in his hands, and they both knew what was to come – but Light was his only friend.
Light, too, had averted his gaze, because he thrived on self-control, and the sacrifice of his personal feelings was but part of the discipline he kept when he set out to establish justice.
Light blinks.
He is slowly consumed with terrifying, uncomfortable feelings. Is this real? Did all this really happen? Are they really....?
The more he thinks, the more he remembers – and his fear is replaced with anger.
That’s right - he failed. He and Mikami messed up somehow, everything fell apart, and that little bastard, Near, patronizingly said that he wasn’t going to kill Light but rather lock him away where nobody could reach him.
Then they shot him – oh – oh, God, he
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Literature
Love in the Time of Death
Hello, boys and girls.... my name is Light Yagami, but you would most likely know me better as Kira, the god whom you all praise. I escaped the two allegedly “brilliant” task forces, which were determined to capture me, and I even killed the world’s most brilliant detective! TAKE THAT, INTERPOL! WE’LL SEE WHO’S BETTER NOW!
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Literature
Malum in Se
When you’re young and working in a corporation, nothing’s a joke. When you’re sitting down in one of those office “spaces” (given the honor of the quotation because they never fulfill the true definition of the word), there’s nothing to laugh about. You feel like a machine, constantly churning out either masterpieces or less-than-perfect pieces of scrap, checking off things on that never-ending list, and working overtime until you feel that your twelfth cup of coffee wouldn’t even save you from the mercy of Death. The computer screen and the things on it have started to engrave themselves into your mind, making you see small bright spots even when you close your eyes. When you finally get home, there’s nothing on your mind except deadlines, figures, quotas, and bonuses. That bonus will be mine if I could only close off that deal on time.... I shouldn’t have met up with the guy in the copy room, damn it; now I have to sleep since I ha
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Literature
A Beautiful Dance - Part V
Marluxia and Zexion happened to be walking along the same corridor one evening when Marluxia noticed, for the first time, that the Organization’s skilled tactician was on his way to madness. Zexion’s eyes were blank and glazed over, and his posture was no longer perfect. He seemed emaciated, and his skin now resembled that of a corpse. His hair was disheveled, and Marluxia decided that this view of the Cloaked Schemer was as close a view of a walking corpse that he would ever get.
Zexion felt empty – as any creature of the Heartless should be. That is, if Emptiness can be categorized as a legitimate emotion in the first place. Zexion, brilliant though he was, could not figure out this puzzle.
                                              
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Mourning for the Breach
“Near?”
The word is meaningless, an empty syllable that falls flat on his deaf ears.
“Near, please. Come inside.”
He ignores the voice, just as he ignores the cold. It is meaningless. The world beyond his walls is less relevant than ever. The only things are himself—the snow—the stone.
The stone.
It is smooth and unbroken, except for the sharp inscription of a single word.
Mello.
“Near, you’ll freeze.”
All that remains is the stone. There is no corpse lying in decay under the ground, no ashes resting on a shelf. That would be wasteful. No trace remains but for the stone.
“Near, I’m going inside now. Come in when you’re ready.”
Resignation.
Near’s toes curl, digging into the snow. It’s a habit that is hard to break. It is one habit that he has retained, even if others have been shattered.
The blood is coursing sluggishly through his head, pumping, pounding. His fingers reach up to grip a stray piece of hair, then
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Habits - MattxMello
"I hate it when you do that."
"I know you do."
"Why do you do it?"
"Because you hate it."
I watched the blonde's expression change from one of placid annoyance to just flat-out pissed off. His face has this way of doing it that makes it so goddamn funny, though- his eyes get all squinty, and his jaw sets, and his face turns this color kinda like my hair. Through this amusing face, though, I can tell he's seriously annoyed.
"Seriously, Matt?" He raises an eyebrow. I smirked at him and paused my game, leaning back against the couch with my arms behind my head.
"Yes, Mello. I do it simply because it irritates you. I want nothing more than to piss you off until you scream, because your anger is my cocaine, it is delicious, and every time you moan and bitch with your displeasure with me, it makes me want to cu-"
I have to duck a punch from the now seriously angered blonde. "You fucking smartass!" He snarls, climbing over the edge of the couch. "I oughta kick your goddamn a-"
The door opens,
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Epiphany - LxLight contest
"Ngghnn... dammit, why?"
Breathing heavily and bleeding profusely from the several wounds that peppered his body, Light struggled down the street. His eyes were having trouble adjusting to the bright sunset, but that was the least of his worries and he knew it.
"This doesn't make any sense..." Light's thought were frantic and confused as he tottered down the street at a precariously choppy pace. Why is this happening to me...?"
Everything was going wrong. It wasn't how he'd planned it at all.
EPIPHANY</i>
What could he do? He'd finally revealed himself as Kira; although, in that moment, it had all seemed like the right thing to do. When had it - how had it backfired like this? And now, everyone who had fallen for him, everyone he thought he'd no longer need, they were truly gone... when he needed them more than ever.
He stopped, gasping for air, and clutched at his chest in fear that his entire body would collapse in on itself at any moment. Pain w
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I Miss You MxN
The rain was pouring down like the tears he wished he could cry.
It wasn't that he couldn't, but that he refused to allow himself to. Looking over his shoulder at his various toys, they all looked dull, boring...Lifeless.
Lifeless...
That was what Mello had called him once. Or close enough. He had said Emotionless.
And what is life without emotion?
Nothing.
Which is what he was to Mello.
And yet he was everything to Mello. Everything Mello wanted to be, everything he couldn't.
The rain got louder and pounded against the building harder. Everyone was gone and Near was alone. Laying down in the middle of the floor, he stared at everything and nothing at the same time. His pallid finger traced something on the cold floor.
Mello.
How he missed the blonde and his chocolate obsession, and the redhead with his loyal dog attitude towards him.
Where were they now?
Were they alright?
...Were they still alive?
A loud crash of thunder, and the sky was split by lightning. But this wasn't what caugh
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DN- I Hate Him.
“I hate him.”
Thunk.
“I hate him.”
Thunk.
“I hate him.”
My successors. I love them like children, but I hardly show that to them in person. Near; number one. He has a line of thought almost identical to mine. He is an ingenious boy; which is what set Mello off.
“Near… I advise you not to go anywhere near Mello for a while…”
“Why…?”
Near only showed his sensitive side to me. He was very much a fragile being. Physically he couldn’t have been able to keep himself safe. And emotionally, he was just as fragile. Every time Mello uttered “I hate you,” it hurt him.
“From Mello’s hate… sprouted my affections L… I don’t understand it…” he once told me.
“Do you recall that day when you were back in the orphanage? He shattered the window…”
I watched as Near’s eyes glazed over in a hint of fear. His eyes only gave it away, nothing more. He was quick to make s
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Betrayal
Near lay eye-level with the dust on the marble floor. Despite the lurching sickness of reality present in his mind, his expressionless eyes remained dry, blinking rapidly. There he lay, back snapped in two, his whole team of four behind him; and yet nobody rushed to help, nobody spoke. How could they be expected to? The world was surely flipped on its side, the atmosphere spinning out of control. No reaper, genius, god or simpleton could defeat the residue of betrayal - the painful lump in one's throat, the burning behind the eyes, the nausea fighting an overwhelmed body. Everybody seemed to have reached a mutual resolution; it's over.
Nobody spoke. Silence pulsed through sickeningly calm air, deafening the five human beings into madness. How much time had passed? An hour? A few seconds? Time was meaningless here, all laws of nature defied.
Near remained still, essentially motionless save the heaving of his lungs. The same word repeated in his head over and over to a heavy, consistant
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Annie Elizabeth
United States
Current Residence: the majority of the time, I live within my own mind....
Favourite genre of music: alternative rock, punk rock, soundtracks, Gregorian chant (is this a genre?)
Operating System: Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: pink 3rd gen. iPod nano ~ 8 gb. ^.^
Skin of choice: the kind that prevents my insides from falling all over the floor.
Favourite cartoon character: Miles Edgeworth (hey, video game characters count.)
Personal Quote: "peace, love, and justice" as well as "die and freeze"
Interests
IT'S TRUE.

I AM ALIVE ONCE MORE.

I habitate a new account. It is :iconrevolution-16:. (I don't have an icon yet... I know. It's lame as hell. DX)

The profile is really lame right now, but IT IS GOING TO BE BRILLIANT! Just gimme a little time. ;)

Anyhow, I just wanted to let you guys know!!!!

<333333333333 Annie
  • Reading: Letters to a Young Conservative
  • Drinking: an alcoholic beverage

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blazing-eyes Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2010
I suddenly miss you.
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DragynFlaim Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2009
DUN-DUN-DUN-
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNN!!! YOU'RE IT!! ^^ YOU HAVE BEEN CONSIDERED ONE OF MY SWEETEST FRIENDS ON MY LIST onCE YOU HAVE BEEN TAGGED YOU HAVE TO TAG 5 OF YOUR SWEETEST FRIENDS AND LET THEM KNOW THEY ARE SWEET X.X.X""
FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this
Send this 2 at least 5 ppl including me if u want ^^

If you wake up in a red room with no windows and doors, DON'T panic.. you're just in my heart!!! Send this to all the friends you want to keep forever...
Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one. If you get 7 back you are LOVED!!! Here are the numbers of what kind of friend you are based on how many you get back..
1-3 ~ you're a friend
4-6 ~ you're an okay friend
7-9 ~ you're a good friend
10+ ~ you're a great friend
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blazing-eyes Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2009
...?

......are you ignoring me....? O___O

if you are, please tell me why so I know....then I can stop worrying about you.........

I only ask cause my dA said you were on YOUR dA yesterday...you haven't spoken to me in nearly two months, girl....have I done something to upset you? :(
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2Foxxie4U Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2009
I miss you, too... ;~;
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blazing-eyes Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2009
...I miss you :(

.......what did I do?
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DragynFlaim Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2009
A simple "HELLO"


can be so sweet...

H= How r u?

E= Every thing ok

L= Like to c u

L= love 2 hear from u

O=Obviously I Miss u!

:D
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Ldrmas Featured By Owner Feb 7, 2009
Hey. this person wrote something about you in their blog.. CLICK HERE
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2Foxxie4U Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2009
You, my friend, have been hacked. Go to the authorities immediantly. And, for cripes sake, DON'T click any stupid adds that end with "CLICK HERE".
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Ldrmas Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2009
Fuck I'm sorry about that. This hacker just won't leave me alone. I've changed my password like six times and he keeps coming back!
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2Foxxie4U Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2009
OH MAI! DDD8>

GO GET HELP! DDDX
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