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Atrum Miles

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The girl of my dreams

I dreamt of you again, last night. The memory of the last dream was still fresh in my mind. We had been alone in a metal room, with no windows and a single door. We sat at opposite ends of a small metal table, both of us in suits. I do not know why we were there, but I knew our time together was short. At any moment the door would open and you would be gone from me. I found myself staring at your bare legs. There was so much I wanted to do, to say, but I knew there was nothing I could do. Then, somehow, I heard you smile. I looked up as you leant toward me; my body copied yours. Our lips met and I felt content. I never wanted that

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The Wanderer by laurotica, literature

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The Wanderer

"Captain? Captain?" My eyes twitched, but I didn't let them open. If Ang thought I was deep in sleep, perhaps she would leave me alone. "Captain? I can sense that your brainwaves have not relaxed into REM sleep, so I know that you are awake." I groaned and opened my eyes, greeted by a sparse field of stars before me. I'd been clenching the arms of my chair the entire time, making my knuckles tense. I massaged one hand with the other. "Sorry, Ang. I thought I could get a few more minutes." "I have suggested that you balance your diet to provide more energy for the long voyage." Her voice was behind me but also everywhere. The ship

Love letters from the Mariner by laurotica, literature

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Love letters from the Mariner

I returned home once the war was done, after four years of smoke, mud and enough glimpses of intestines to last me a lifetime. I was lucky to find most of town left the same, from the boats in the harbour to the Widow Goodwin still in her mourning black, but appearing as young as lively as ever. Until I could arrange payment for a home of my own from my soldier's salary, I was staying with my sister, her husband and their three young children. Maureen had been lucky; Thomas lost his leg as an infant and was exempt from service. Though I had made it back from the south, many of our comrades were still scattered in pieces in the fields. "I

Grains of Sand. by laurotica, literature

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Grains of Sand.

A series of heavy poundings on the front door jerked me from a peaceful slumber, a nice change from tossing and turning. I thought for a second that it was a mistake, the wrong door on the off-chance, but it kept going on and on. A husky voice in the hallway bellowed, “Miss Boudia, are you home?” It wasn’t anyone I recognized or expected, which drew me out of my bed in a groggy frenzy and to the door. Caution had taught me in the past to always check through the peephole. Crowded in the hallway outside of my door were a gaggle of men in blue uniforms, guns slung over their backs. The first three men entered the apartme

Three Quarters. by laurotica, literature

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Three Quarters.

Grier Van Canne hasn’t been whole for a while. Her eldest sister, Verity, finds her in her room one morning, trying to write a diary entry with her left hand. Grier’s fingers tremble as they cling to the pen, and the book below her gradually begins to slide away on the desktop. “You’re still getting better at it,” Verity tells her from the doorway. Grier shrugs. “You learn to write when you’re a kid, and fifteen years later you’ve got to learn all over again. It’ll take another fifteen to get it perfect.” She shrugs once more, the stump of her righ

Who Killed The Giants? by laurotica, literature

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Who Killed The Giants?

The rustle of leaves and crunch of dirt in the night stopped some time ago, and with little warning to boot. With a window wide open while you slept, you could only hear the quiet chirp of the crickets, maybe even the howl of a wolf if you were especially lucky. Most of the time, it was only the hum of the wind that worked its way into the cabin. Something had gone, intending to never return. A twig snapped under immense pressure, and a lonely young boy sat up straight in his bed to see if he could get a good look, only to find an empty void outside his window. ... Holly came by on her afternoon off, even though she’d originally t

Something About Us. by laurotica, literature

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Something About Us.

I’d opened the window a crack earlier in the day, when the rain did its job in cooling off the air. It remained ajar for the rest of the day; in the evening it let in a nice breeze. It also let in the smell of nicotine, wafting down from the roof. She was up there again. I didn’t think much of it, but she was up there smoking for some time, longer than usual. As much as I knew nature needed to take its course, I also knew that I would regret it if I stayed at my desk that night. I threw on a coat while I slipped into my shoes. The fire escape ladder was gritty to the touch; I couldn’t remember the last time the landlo

The Beast of Gevaudan by laurotica, literature

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The Beast of Gevaudan

I finished reading Gévaudan on the train ride from Scotland to Dover, and through the Chunnel to France. The bulk of the book was about werewolf conspiracy theories and legends of the monster (or monsters) returning to kill more women and children back in the eighteenth century. I wasn’t in the Lozère region of France, where Gévaudan once was, until late that night. It was raining hard and thundering when I arrived. I had gotten some sleep on the train with my head leant against the window, but still felt a pang of tiredness when I stepped onto the platform. Lozère was a mountainous part of southern Fran

swear by the styx. by laurotica, literature

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swear by the styx.

I fell asleep listening to love songs and water pounding on the window pane. It had been pouring rain for three long days, so water was gushing from beneath the manhole covers and the morning clouds were perpetually a canvas of rippled slate. Citizens had removed the wheels from their cars to happily use the hover option on their way to work. No one wanted their rims rusted. The airships wouldn’t be flying again until the sky cleared, in the meantime we were stuck within the city walls. Some desperate souls had spoken of trekking into the outlands to continue work and play without being confined, but no one was that inane. They wo

Carry Me Home, Callisto. by laurotica, literature

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Carry Me Home, Callisto.

Mission control caught a blip on their radar one morning, one that had not appeared before. They told us it was some sort of long period comet, the kind that swings by once in a lifetime and then disappears into the darkest corners of our solar systems. Astronomers began tracing the orbital path and factored in the effects of the giant at our doorstep. Good for Earth, it’s a gravity well deep enough to hide our nightmares. Bad for us when a blip on the screen is headed right in our direction. You’d think that the lightning strikes twice analogy would apply, but it appeared that Asgard was in for another critical hit. It woul

Lorelai, You'll Never Die. by laurotica, literature

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Lorelai, You'll Never Die.

Daniel sliced his finger open with his train ticket; the delicate skin between the nail of his right ring finger and a callous. He immediately sucked the wound clean and swallowed before he could taste his own coppery blood on the top of his tongue. “Attention mesdames et messieurs, c'est votre premier appel et dernier numéro du train quatre-vignt cinq.” There wasn’t time for a bandage. Daniel gathered his belongings and made his way to the platform as the eighty-five train grunted to a stop, puffing smoke like a factory at high noon. A balding man had his head sticking out of one of the doorways, shouting at the top of

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

May 10
United Kingdom
Deviant for 15 years
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Well, like most people my age I'm 19. I write because I enjoy it, sometimes more than reading, sometimes less. I think that's more or less it, maybe I should leave some personal information so you can commit identity theft if you're bored at work.

Current Residence: Somewhere in England
Favourite genre of music: the one with the great beat
Operating System: the one I'm using
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Shell of choice: those swirly ones
Skin of choice: my own
Favourite cartoon character: Joker, Todd Ingram or Deadpool
Personal Quote: They say dancing is the language of the soul; my soul clearly doesn't speak waltz.

Favourite Visual Artist

Gustave Dore

Favourite Movies

Fight Club, V for Vendetta and The Princess Bride (Now there's an eclectic movie marathon)

Favourite TV Shows

Doctor who at the moment

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

varies, currently Bo Burnham

Favourite Books

Percy Jackson series, John Dies at the End

Favourite Writers

David Wong

Favourite Games

Dragon Age, Mass Effect, The Witcher

Favourite Gaming Platform

xbox 360

Tools of the Trade

a machete and lubricant

Other Interests

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AtrumMiles

Jan 9, 2013

I guess things happen that way

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Well, I had a crazy good week writing my novel the other week. I managed to write more in two days than I'd written on it in the past couple of months, not that that would've been hard. I'm not so much crafting a great story these days, as trying to clear the sand from the sahara. Sure, with persistence it'll be done eventually but damn it's taking a long time. I also have a couple of short stories I'm working on, that will be up as soon as I can write them in a way I like. One's a contest piece, which has taken a good many plot changes, the other is one I prefer: a story about a soldier home from the war. I also have a couple of exams next

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AtrumMiles

Dec 8, 2012

You can't lose time, you can only spend it poorly

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And, having been away from this site I can say that I've spent the last few months very poorly. I've missed it here. I've missed reading, and writing, and other things too. And what did I get in return for abandoning this place? Nothing. I couldn't write, and so I didn't, and so I stopped coming here. I don't know why, I wish I hadn't. It's fun here. Coming here inspires me with all the images and stories I see. So, at last, I am return. Are you glad I'm back? Probably not. But annoying strangers is one of my talents. What about you all? It's been so very long I don't know what you've been up to in the missing months.

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Aug 29, 2012

is it crazy in here, or is it just me?

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My novel is now moving along, slowly but surely, thanks for your tips, they were most helpful. With summer drawing to an end I know that my free time to work on the novel is going to dwindle, but as long as it doesn't stop entirely, and I can still find my way on here regularly then I'll be happy. I've also been finding myself more and more wishing I had the ability to draw because one of my favourite ideas is for a graphic novel (or comic if you want to be honest) which I doubt will ever see the light of day, or reality for that matter. Then again, if I could draw it would just mean there would be twice as much work for me to put off doing,

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BlueDiamondSnow

Aug 16, 2013

Knight Miles, You are one talented guy. I can't wait to read your whole gallery.

FargoLevy

Feb 4, 2013

Thanks for the llama!

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Jan 12, 2013

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Jan 10, 2013

Hello! I LOVE your creative works... if you have a moment please like my design page. I put up inspiring graphics every day! [link]
I also have a behance portfolio, if you have a chance! [link]

HeartWillow

Jan 10, 2013

Thank you so much for the llama! : )

Superdemon-Inuyasha

Jan 9, 2013

Thank you for the llama! ;w;

MadnessCx

Jan 8, 2013

yeah another llama xD