The-sin-of-Reason

Mockingbird, mockingbird, what do you see? High in your tree, Looking at me. Mockingbird, mockingbird, what do you see? High in your tree, mimicking me. Do you see, the gathering storm? Do you feel, the wind in your feathers? Is that the gathering storm, I feel, standing next to your lookout. Is this the storming winds, I see, washing over your tree. Mockingbird, Mockingbird, why do you fly? Far away from your little tree. Mockingbird, Mockingbird, why do you hide? Is the wind just a little too much? Even, freedom has its price.

Hoedenmaker’s  Random Scene writing Meme Rule: Write no more then 100 words per scene!!!! (Woah Woah... no more then 100? Screw that, we're going for 100 EACH!) First a few general questions (If they bore you, just skip them, no prob!) 1. Where do you get your inspiration from to write? Well, it honestly depends. The first place I get inspiration is usually my own imagination, second music, third movies/animes/shows/books, the last is usually just by talking to people. Or, doing meme's for instance. Of course I could have just said, 'from everything.' but that's a pretty generic thing to say, so I won't do that here, no sir! Not go

A writing meme by TheNN. Because, I'm trying to stall, and say I wrote something.... oh who am I kidding, I just wanted to do it. Without further adu... 1. Introduce yourself of course. Tell us a few interests; perhaps why you're here on Deviantart, or why you choose to write instead of draw (or both). Ah, Hello. Name's sparkles. Or, sparks, depending on what you're bothering to call me at the time. I enjoy moonlit beaches, a nice soft classical piano in the back-round, and completely vanquishing chosen villains on League Of Legends, or Diablo 2. Other then that, I don't get out much. Fancy that. Why I chose to write hmm? Well, This is goi

The steady dripping of liquid was the only noise that cut into the silence. The drips, and the occasional inhale. The entire ship was bathed in darkness, save the blinking light in front of a lone figure, occasionally blocked by it's movement to it's mouth. The burning embers of it's cigar dropped onto the metal floor, creating a small mound of ash. Every now and then, it inhaled the smoke through the unfiltered husk, taking what smoke it could glen through. With a rasping laugh, it's tan finger's shook, gripping weakly around it's prize. “Guess It's going to end like this... alone...” Another laugh, though it held a note of une

The thunder flashing across the night sky just above his head, awoke him from his slumber. Wide, fearful eyes glancing franticly around, taking note of everything they could. Ice, cut so finely it was like thin sheets, seemed to be raining into the room. Four walls, but not a roof among them, though his eyes did catch the play of warmth on the corners. A play of warmth, or the lie of it? The design of the entire room felt faulty. Uneven. A table by the thin mat on the floor, the one he'd just gotten up from. Was he sleeping there a moment ago? Who'd sleep on something without support of any-kind, don't they know his back was injured? A

Sunshine, On a cloudy day. Use to be, so far away. The burning desire, of my greatest work. Would fall ever so short. Of that sunshine. Oh that sunshine. So far away from the grasp of my fingers Lay the sun kissed clouds. How I'd lay on my back and stare and hope they'd take me away. Burning desires best at bay. Kept me away from that sunshine. Oh that sunshine. Burning desires, best kept at bay. Kept me away from that sunshine~ Oh that sunshine. I watched as it flew away~ My sunshine So far away~ Yet I had stayed. And now, I watch as other's touch the thing that I've been after for so~ long. So~ Long Burning desires,

Hello Diary. I think I'll call you... Larry. Maybe Bruce? Hah'sha? Mookie? Pugo? Ah, I'm sure I'll find a name for you at some point. You'll have to forgive me a little here Diarus, as I've never HAD a diary before. But, I figured, what the hell, I'm going to die soon enough, right? Oh, I should explain that eh? Meh, maybe later. After they pretty much tossed you into my hands thirty minutes ago, I've come to realize something. I bet you're thinking, "What? What could you have possibly realized in the last thirty minutes you dumb ape-like creature?" Well, I'll tell you, overgrown stack of fungus. I've come to realize... What if the food s

I don't suppose you'll remember; all the time's we've spent together. Or the gentle yawning day's of yore. Though I'd hope I wouldn't be alone; reminding you of your home. Your home here down in Winchester. So many of your friends and family; awaiting to be stuck to your side. Against the fielding ever-groves; an idea I can't quite provide. I wish we could be together; sleeping underneath the falling moon. Back when gentler time's pro~veiled. I wash for a lot of things, stuck in a creek; awaiting for your timely arrival to pull me from the depths of sorrow once more. Though I'd rather wait for whiskey, my one true love. You, my eye'

Neor sighed gently as he took a sip of his whiskey and rum, running a silver ringed finger through his hair. Chuckling softly, Neor winked as the female bartender walked around. The smoky glanced she exchanged with him, told him that was charm's are working perfectly. Neor couldn't remember the last time He'd been sent on such an easy mission, though he could remember much, much harder one's before. With another wink at the female, Neor placed his drink back down onto the table, followed closely by his tip. "It was delicious... Quite charmed to meet you." Neor said with the tilt of his head to the woman, who laughed softly as she pressed her

I'm falling asleep, to the gentle beat. Of the rain falling down. I'm slipping away, to the gentle sway. Of the rain coming down. I'm yawning quite loudly, It really is astounding. How the rain's sound comes calling. The thunder striking, yet another symphony cracking. When the rain comes crashing down. Snuggled soundly in my bed, with rosy dreams of you. Fluttering down my window, just above my head. Good-morning, and good-night. So I rest my weary head.