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Countdown by NoOtherKing, literature

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Countdown

Ten. Time is not a quantifiable substance. We like to think we can measure it, regiment it, control it, but we can’t. Days can stretch like years, looming heavy on the horizon. Weeks can slip swiftly by, ticking past like seconds on the clock. Nine. We measure, trying desperately to convince ourselves that all minutes are equal. They are not. Eight. Time is fickle, racing and crawling as it wills, with no thought for the disruption of time-bound creatures. And we are bound, as fast as if we were weighted with iron shackles. There is no escape; there is only time. Seven. I feel my heart beating in the space between seconds, making

My Dear Rosie by NoOtherKing, literature

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My Dear Rosie

My dear Rosie; If you could only see the pile of crumpled parchments littering the floor of my tent, you would laugh at me. Eanrin certain has, though he laughs at most things I do nowadays. I started so many letters to you as Princess, or Queen, or Varvare, or Her Royal Majesty; so many letters begun in the proper way. But when I write to a queen, the words get tangled between my thoughts and my quill and all that comes out is an ink-stained mess. I’m afraid you’re still Rosie to me. I can’t recall the queen with much clarity; I didn’t know her in that form nearly long enough. But Rosie is pressed deep into my hear

The Green Umbrella by NoOtherKing, literature

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The Green Umbrella

It’s raining outside and it feels sad. Everything is grey and bleak and it makes me feel sad, which just makes all of this so much worse. I usually love the rain. I love looking out the window of my apartment and watching the clouds gather in great billowing heaps, collecting more and more moisture until they can’t possibly hold it back any longer and the sky bursts open. I love seeing the first drops of rain hit the pavement, leaving tiny dark specks of fresh water on the ground until suddenly everything is wet, and you can’t see the droplets for the torrential downpour they’re caught in. I love to watch the street

Missing Persons by NoOtherKing, literature

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Missing Persons

I live in a world of fear. I am not the only one who is afraid; no, every person here fears the night, if not for themselves then for someone they love. Mothers fear for their children, husbands for their wives, children for their sisters and brothers. No one fears for their friends; no one has friends anymore. No one dares. It wasn’t always this way. I remember days before the fear, before the world was so paralyzed with its own terror that it forgot how to live. I remember walking through a park after sunset just for the pleasure of it. I remember being late for an appointment without anyone beginning to plan my Memorial. I remember

Queen Susan, Dragon Champion by NoOtherKing, literature

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Queen Susan, Dragon Champion

Initially, when the Pevensies returned from their sojourn in Narnia as kings and queens, there were so many adventures to recount and relive that the adventure with the dragon merely fell by the wayside. After their cousin, Eustace, returned from Narnia a year later having spent several miserable weeks as a dragon, the unofficial pact of silence that they shared on the matter was quickly solidified. But later, many ageless eons of time so lengthy that they cannot be expressed in human terms - for they exist only in Aslan’s country - much later, the celestial beings that had once been the great kings, queen, and adventurers of Narnia gat

Snow Angels by NoOtherKing, literature

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Snow Angels

He followed her out of the building, staying far enough behind that he could watch her without feeling obligated to start a conversation. He’d been watching her for ages, since school had started months ago, but in the last several days she’d seemed... less, somehow. Less enthusiastic, less energized, less animated than she used to be. It was as though she’d lost part of herself in the last few days; he wanted to help her get it back, but he wasn’t sure how. He watched her climb the stairs, push open the door, and step out into the gently falling snow. She walked several feet, beyond the shelter of the surrounding bui

Call to Dreams by NoOtherKing, literature

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Call to Dreams

For a moment, just one moment, I can sit here and dream. I can be still, and envision all the places I’ll go. I will go everywhere. I will travel the world, see its wonders and dangers, and I will fall in love. I will fall in love with the places I find, and the people I meet, and all of the absurd, beautiful, ridiculous, lovely, foolish, wonderful new things that I try. I will love them for their possibilities, even as I fear them for their realities. I will speak to one new person every day. I will bare my heart to the world, and its ragged, tender beauty will call to the hearts of those I meet, and if their heart responds, I will

You Are Priceless by NoOtherKing, literature

Blood and Sunlight by NoOtherKing, literature

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Blood and Sunlight

"Ques vilet minufetē pi vivum i sols," I whispered under my breath as the train passed under the archway into The City. "What?" Melissa blinked up at me from her window seat, where she was craning her neck to take in the sights. I shook off the pervading sense of doom that always settled on my shoulders when I entered the city, and smiled at her. "It's the city's motto. That's what's carved onto that big arch we just passed." "Oh, cool!" She pressed her face against the glass, trying to read the letters as they faded into the distance behind us. "What's it mean?" My stomach clenched. "No idea!" I chirped, as my conscience jabbed my

Coming Home by NoOtherKing, literature

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Coming Home

Looking back on the muddy footprints meandering their way through my life, I feel many things. Many thoughts and emotions clamour for my attention, but I seem to be incapable of separating any one from the fray. As a result, I simply stand, gazing over my past with a sort of detached melancholy. My life has come to an end. Not figuratively, emotionally, or melodramatically, but factually. I stand now on the precipice between Earth and what lies beyond. This is my one last, lingering look at the life and mistakes that have been my entire world until now. Even as I feel the radiance of Life Beyond calling to me, beckoning my approaching form,

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

May 26
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To write is nothing glorious, nothing noble or glamourous. It is a vicious outpouring of one's soul, sometimes eloquent, often not.

Writers have nothing more or less than the rest of humanity; they merely transcribe their innermost feelings for fear of losing them forever.

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Disney :)

Favourite TV Shows

MASH

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Relient K, Classic Crime, Billy Joel

Favourite Writers

C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Erynn Mangum, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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Ink and anything that it will write on

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NoOtherKing

May 15, 2014

Oblivious, not ungrateful

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I was out for lunch today with my dear friend Horsehuggingdragon (https://www.deviantart.com/horsehuggingdragon) and she kindly congratulated me on my Daily Deviation. Articulate clod that I am, I blinked several times, and stared at her blankly. I legitimately had no idea that my piece, Missing Persons, received a DD two weeks ago. http://nootherking.deviantart.com/art/Missing-Persons-448333667 Apparently crazy things happen when you don't check your account for two weeks at a time. Who knew? That said, a huge thank you to everyone who read, favourited, collected, or commented on the piece, sent llama badges, and became watchers. I am grateful to every one of you, even if I am remar

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NoOtherKing

Sep 7, 2012

Prompts

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So while stumbling around the vast world that is the internet this afternoon, I discovered a delightful website that is absolutely stuffed full of fabulous writing prompts! Therefore, being a nice person, I decided to share :D http://writingprompts.tumblr.com/page/1 .Everybody needs to look these up, write them all, and let me read them! My one and only posted prompt thus far: http://nootherking.deviantart.com/art/Landmark-Prompt-325779634     Hurrah for flash fiction! Seriously. Do them, and let me read them.