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Watches
As he sat there, he pondered, saw, and suffered. The vanity, envy and greed had overwhelmed and destroyed. Like a sweeping tide it had cast aside the beauty that was and tore it asunder. In truth it was not a quick change, no, nothing so ghastly could. The torture had been long, so very long, stretching the fibers of purity until they wore and popped. And when they did- the voices, the terror and the pleas, yes the pleas of those victims those who…suffered?-NO! This was their creation now, not his, they had doomed themselves, they had created their…pain? punishment?...sin. They stripped themselves, lost their flesh and took on a new face, a face of hubris one of which teme was the only glory. If they had known their creators they would cry in remorse…no, fear. They would beg and scream out for forgiveness. As he sat and pondered and watched and schemed, he deemed to destroy them, to wipe anew, with maybe two now of clay instead of gold and silver, those that were too pur
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Literature
God Complex
And so I shall look at you and pitty you. If man was created to be this weak then they are meaningless. So, cling to your hope and perhaps it shall save you, or merely make it quick.
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Literature
Martyr
       I sit here and feel empty, alone, void. I look up only to see fulfillment, joy and pleasure. Where is my relief? Where has it gone? I have seen the death of joy in a place that no one wants to visit. I have lost my heart beat in canyons and gorges filled with unspeakable woes. I have traversed to the point that I have been forced to lean rather than stand. Where is my hope!? Where is my joy!? Where is my comfort!? Are they forbidden to me? Have I done ill in my actions? Why must I continue to suffer when suffering is all that I have!?
       Yet…I strive. I strive so that no longer must there suffer a person to be void of happiness. I suffer so that no one must die alone save me. I suffer so that all can sleep at night without leaving one eye open. I suffer so that I may die a martyr for all. And should I be that martyr, I will not cry out. I will not scream with pain to give my persecutors pleasure. I wi
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Literature
Confusion
I took a turn a thought, a moment, a prayer. I saw only confusion. A world of black and color. Up was down and down was up, so I took the step. I felt yet swam, breathed and gasped, nothing was real but all was not surreal. The truth was there, at least buried behind it all, swimming across the color and black. My truth was lost as I left it behind, trying to escape reality, to find new thought. I swam, fell, walked deeper never truly knowing only feeling. I finally reached out touching my treasure and felt it crumble in my hands. The anger and horror raced through me until I merely stopped. This truth was not to be held, rather known. The confusion shattered and I was back to my turn. I looked against and it was gone. A new path remained, one of color and blackness, and while I knew my fate, I turned into it.
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Literature
Prologue
Expanse Space
La Courian Date: 4325, Age of Expanse, Age of Emperor Ruçaun
Tegan Date: 1567, Lord Rihn of the 12th Dynasty, 2nd House
The dark of space stretched, encompassing everything around it. The nothing that is space is hard to describe. Its sheer vast emptiness could drive any person insane. With nothing around them except emptiness, it had been recorded that many men could rarely hold together against the strain of such inexistence. Yet despite the blackness if one was to stare out they would see the distant stars that act as markers in the expanse. These beacons blinked and twinkled for those who watched them, giving hope to those traversing the expanse, as if to remind them of the life left far behind.
Within this space two ships stood facing one another. Each looked primed to act. There seemed to be a tension that stretched across the emptiness drawn between them. It almost seemed tangible as these ships stared one another down awaiting the others actions, yet neither
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Literature
Journey
A journey to the end; some would say is impossible, but we chose to go. We wanted to see, to hear, to feel, to believe what was there when there was nothing more. It was not hard to find we merely shut our eyes and dreamed. Together we moved across mountains, stars, rivers and plains; through people, buildings, life and death. Nothing could touch us yet we could touch everything. Finally, we found it a point were everything flowed yet nothing was born. Nothing ended, yet everything began. Dreams of hope, love, peace, tears of desperation, hate and fear flowed down this endless stream and soared over the realm of the world. You wanted to watch but I wouldn't let you. A fear crept over me as I could feel nothing. The emptiness crept through me. With fear I clutched you, held you close afraid to let go. Afraid you would wash away I help you and under the waters of creation I kissed you. I embraced you, you held you, loved you and at that moment creation no longer existed, only love. The r
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Literature
The Crave
At first it was unnoticeable. It was a shimmer, a voiceless, powerless murmur. It barely even moved, a menial vibration, a nothing, a void within a void. So it sat. It pondered and made sure to grow within itself, building, consuming all around it. Nothing was untouched. All that came within its grasp was taken, noticed and returned. Then at one moment it bulged. At first it was a minor transgression a thought, a slip, a misspoken word. Then another transgression, more perverse than before now a reach, a touch, a grasp. It craved, with desire it grew. Each thought becoming more than before, overwhelming the thinker, coming undone, no longer was it a void, it had grown beyond that, beyond its shell beyond its mundane form. The reach, the touch, the grab, the sense of the smooth soft breath before itself, and within that moment it could no longer resist. It overcame its bearer, punishing them with its overwhelming sensation, a power none had felt before. It grabbed, tore, and pulsed. The
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Literature
Giving
The cold, the biting cold, tears through the flesh to the bone. It strikes, it pains, it lingers. No longer can feeling survive only numbness and the distance that it brings. The continuing cold trips all thought, all feeling, all emotion into nothingness. All things have stopped, there is no movement, there is no motion there is no life. A dark cell of cold and fear is all that remains. Then from the darkness a spark, a creation a message of hope; an act of kindness, selflessness, generosity. It begins at the core. It builds spreading across the cold ridden cell. The heart begins to stir, it awakens and pounds, shattering the ice incasing it. The warmth begins to move, circulating. The breath that was shallow and rigid now grows. With each wisp of air, the breath strengthens, growing, strengthening. The voice speaks of the act, the kindness, selflessness, generosity, spreading the ideal of warmth. The eyes see hope as they are enlightened by the spark. The warmth moves across the hand
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Literature
I Watched it
I watched it, pondering it, staring at it, hating it, loving it, and craving it. It was a mound a nothing, an entity that was not. It did not budge it did not move, it was unwavering through its existence not defiant. It was alive as a stone, a hump in existence a nothing to no one and everything. And then I saw it a faint speck, a glimmer of hope. The essence of all else, it came to it seeking it almost as a boy would seek a new animal; An essence of curiosity of hope, a beacon that would release it unto the world so that it could become something more. I saw the life breathed into It. The all giving life, the essence that was to become something more, the breath that would help create something from nothing and renew It. With that first breath came a second and a third and more and more, It's heart began to pound It's muscles began to grow taunt and bold. Then finally it stirred! It moved! The mound that was nothing, that was a bane to everything else began. It rolled and rocked and
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Starnold87
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Well first and foremost this is my first journal update so hello to the Deviant Art world. I have decided that I am starting a new writing project and I felt that it needed a slight introduction. The story that I am beginning has been one that has been a long progress at least in thought. I created this story when I was still relatively young and as I learned more through education and experience the story grew. At the moment I have found no true one meaning or purpose to the story other than entertainment. In truth my goal is that the story will develop a meaning/purpose as it progresses. I am going to try and post as often as possible (my plan one part per every one to two weeks) however due to the fact that I am a full time student it might not always be "on time." I encourage reaction and constructive criticism on my work and feel free to add your input on characters, themes, plot, mechanics and such, I will take them into consideration as the story progresses. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I have enjoyed creating it!

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