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Joel
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I am currently studying Literature and History in University, aspiring to be an editor/publisher, if not a writer myself. I live for love and I have my hope in the hearts of my best friends and boyfriend. They are the ones who saved me.
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Finishing up my third semester at uni. Turns out I could've actually done a WRITING poetry course this time round. Will have to wait that out until next year now. I did take a READING poetry course, same lecturer runs both and now he's out sick, so I'm a little worried. I've loved the course, and learnt so much, come to appreciate poetry so much more than pretty words on paper. And my lecturer/tutor is just so incredibly enthusiastic, safe to say he's my favourite so far.

Not sure how many people still follow my work, more than understandable since it's been almost two months since my last piece, far more since I wrote anything worth looking at. Hoping over the next six weeks of holidays, I might come across something to re-inspire me. Will probably end up being more sappy love crap unless I go somewhere beautiful. I've mostly been going between home, uni and my library for quite a while, occasionally hanging with friends, going to small local bands' concerts.

And I've actually been feeling good. Really good. This last semester has been a lazy one (finishing assignments the day or two beforehand) but I feel like I have improved emotionally and as a person since starting uni and being more sociable (if only among my little group of friends outside uni). Hopefully more to come! 
  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Book of Life OST
  • Reading: Heiresses of Russ
  • Watching: Jacksepticeye
  • Playing: Skyrim
  • Eating: Cadbury's
  • Drinking: Rockstar

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It’s all wrong, how could they all be so stupid? Seika took a deep breath and lent gently against the wall alongside Music Room #3.  It had all been so wonderful; Tamaki had paid her so much attention, and even if he had seemed to pay the other girls mind, it was only out of the kindness of his heart. Haruhi was the real threat. As the host club’s errand boy, she had been doted and fawned over, a plaything. Now, she was beloved by guests and hosts alike, prettied and suited up with money the commoner could never even imagine. She already owed the club thousands, why increase the debt to help her fit in where she certainly did not belong?
The girls had laughed when she exposed Haruhi as a girl, painting her further the villain. Even Tamaki had turned on her. Seika knew he loved her. The commoner was just creating an obstacle. Surely…
Footsteps around the corner startled Seika, but she would not scurry away this time. How unladylike. Tamaki greeted her with a warm smile, and for once she began to return with a genuine smile herself. The sight of Haruhi straightened her mouth to a thin line. Kyouya whispered something in Tamaki’s ear, but was quickly waved off.
“You’re here to apologize to Haru, right Seika?” He seemed overjoyed, which would have been surprising from anyone else, considering the last month had entailed numerous attempts on Seika’s part to sabotage Haru’s place in the club. Seika grimaced, and lifted her head like a defiant child.
The commoner stepped forward now, tentative. She had barely spoken since the initial incident, Seika having pulled Haruhi across a table and screamed assault.
Haruhi 'Revealed' Pt 2 (WIP)
It's a bit flaky for starters. I have segments in my head but keeping the flow is the tricky part.
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Alice woke surrounded by trees. Small noises were slowly growing and the moon settled down and the sun poked through the lowest trees. Owning nothing but dresses, the child felt trapped as her skirt entangled her legs, the grogginess of a short, poor sleep helping little. Annabelle lay a few feet from the child, already covered in dead leaves and soil, and as she was picked up and brushed off, she tried to warn her companion against venturing further. Better to just return home, love. Please. As always, her caution went unheard.
“Come along Annabelle,” Alice’s voice was bright, hopeful, and unbearably naïve. Not for the first time, Annabelle prayed to whoever was listening that she might one day be heard by her owner, and save them so much pain.
Annabelle was a beautiful doll. Upon her mass of deep purple hair sat a rich red bow, and her dress seemed to be made of gossamer, or perhaps a humble spider's webbing. Nevertheless, she was delicate and mysterious, the incarnation of every woman's silent dreams.
But unlike many of the women of this world, Annabelle has been forever shadowed by tears and bloodshed, which in turn always falls upon her kind and loving keepers. None of these innocents knew how Annabelle came to creation, nor could any hear her tinkling voice, forever whispered in warning. That is until one child, young and imaginative, came upon her. But that is not the story for today, though it is one that shall be told in the process of time. This is the story of Alice Liddell, the hated child of a wicked, unloving Queen.

At the age of 12, Alice Liddell had never been outside her family's estate, nor had she ever seen the world that existed there. Her father was often travelling, being the owner of a successful merchant business, selling his cargo along the rich coastlines of the Pacific Ocean. Her sister, Lizzie, accompanied their father on these journeys, but Alice always remained home to keep her mother company. Yet no matter how far her she could have travelled, her mother was forever out of reach.
Given her lack of knowledge of the outside world, Alice frequented the garden's, primarily the beautiful red anthurium that reminded her so of the queen's burning heart. When she was not in the gardens exploring, she locked herself in the play-room with her beloved toys. And she could always feel the presence of her mother, sitting in her armchair in the library, never reading, never writing, simply looking out upon her red roses, in another world.
Alice loved the library, but took great pains to avoid her mother, lest she be scolded, or worse. She would wait until the last lamp in the house had been doused, and creep out of the nursery,  Annabelle in hand, to the library.
The Liddell Library was almost like an extension to the mansion, and though the room itself felt rather grand with its great timber pillars, its large bay window and beautifully engraved runners, the truth was... it was eerie. Perhaps it was simply the amount of wasted time spent in it by her mother, but Alice believed something more sinister to have once have occurred within the library's perfectly kept interior.
Indeed, by this time, Annabelle was in the possession of Alice, having been a gift from the child's sister, found on one of her travels with father. It was Alice's only friend and most treasured belonging, and no matter where she went, Annabelle was carefully carried along.

On her nights spent in the library, Alice came upon a treasury of tales, and in her mind, these fantasies came to life. Talking creatures and super-beings with power likened to that of the devil. Alice wondered why her mother kept these books, being herself a devoted child of the Lord, although her father believed deeply in imagination. Nevertheless, as time went by, with only the empty house and her shell of a mother for company, Alice began to weave her own tales...

***

Once upon a time there lived a Red Queen...

She named herself the Queen of Hearts, and demanded her pack of followers call her nothing else.
The Red Queen married one day, to the King of Diamonds. The ruler was kind-hearted, and brimming with love and devotion for his countless followers. He knew of the Queen's cruelty, but believed he would be the one to open her cold heart. During this stable union, the Queen fell with child, and the warmth of her happiness began to melt the ice within her. However, the child was lost, and in her rage the Queen cut her heart from her chest, and buried it deep in the earth beneath her favourite rose tree. Beside her heart lay her beloved child, Eliza, and the Queen would lie next to her grave, weeping for her loss. Her pure tears, shed for one other than herself, began to turn the petals of her tree a soft cream.

***

When all the petals had turned a flawless white, the Queen again fell pregnant. She vowed to never love this child, for lack of a heart, and for the fear that she would break once more.
The king vowed that he would take care of this child, and with his wife give them all the love of the world.

A beautiful baby girl was born, her soft tufts of hair a golden weave, her eyes a vivid crystal blue. The Red Queen wished to call her Malice, in anger for the child that was replaced. When the Queen left to lie again beside the grave of her lost, the King renamed the living girl Alice.
One night, the King disappeared. At the darkest hour, he made far from his castle, and in the morn no-one was sent to find him.

Years passed, and Alice grew, tended to by the household servants, ignored by her Mother. She was not unhappy, nor was she ever fully contented, and she often begged for a living, breathing playmate to keep her company.
On the night of her twelth year, she, as her father before her, fled into the night with only her warmest clothes and Annabelle in hand.
Nightmares and Wonderland
I wished to write something about Alice Liddell (Alice in Wonderland) especially after becoming increasingly obsessed with the game "Alice: Madness Returns".
After reading Serena Valentino's "Nightmares and Fairytales" I had my inspiration.
I hope to continue with this, but it will probably just end up like my 50 other unfinished works ^^" Please enjoi <3
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fantasylover103 Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch. :D It means a lot to me. 
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Nuttelaaddict44 Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the watch, I really appreciate it!
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smurfy27 Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Student Writer
Hey, no problem! Just read Dear Rabbit... and can't wait to see what you do with the 100 themes challenge :3 
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Nuttelaaddict44 Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks!! Hug Huggle! 
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Thank you so much for the llama :-) and fave :-)
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Is... is this thing on?
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Chinnaru Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2015  Student Digital Artist
I'm glad you liked my Maka Albarn Artwork.

Maka Albarn by Chinnaru  
What did you like most about it :) (Smile)?

Just letting you know if you don't watch me or didn't see it that I made another version with Maka in her insane mode.

Insane Maka artwork below vvv

Insane Maka Albarn by Chinnaru  

Have a great day.
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Scarlettletters Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2015  Professional Writer
Thanks very much for the fave.
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Hekkoto Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2014
thx for fav ^^
if you like it look on my gallery, I have many arts in this type :D (Big Grin)
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Thanks for adding "Only Reason" to your collection :D
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