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#33 Expectations, fate, luck, and faith. by Talex-1, literature

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#33 Expectations, fate, luck, and faith.

Jennifer had one of the worst two weeks of her existence. It wasn’t that she was threatened at every turn. She hadn’t almost lost her life. She hadn’t almost lost everything she had ever worked for. And still her world crumbled. It is indescribable, that feeling, when a Moir loses her inneen. Almost loses her inneen. And Jennifer is seething. June must sense it, as they sail toward Cairo on a small vessel not suited for more than five passengers. The cabin they are in is small, barely the size of a room, lit only by an oil desk lamp that sat on the singular table of the room. They didn’t have bunks; they

#69 Annoyance by Talex-1, literature

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#69 Annoyance

Her parasol flicked in annoyance over her shoulder, the bumblebee twirling around in her laced gloved hand. The wind was still but the air was damp as it always was in this part of the country, the fog billowing over the city behind the silhouette of the building she glared at. Juniper brushed her chestnut brown hair back and out of the way, the sunflower and springtime motif of her parasol complimenting the yellow and gold of her dress. Her hazel eyes scanned the dilapidated manor on the shore, the overgrown weeds in the garden and lawn, the broken-down iron fences and the stillness in the atmosphere. The moon fought to trickle moonlight

#34 Stars by Talex-1, literature

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#34 Stars

With a small breath, June blew away the dandelion in her hand, letting the fluffy heads fly away with the breeze. It was a hot summer eve, the kind that even the wind was warm and provided only a small reprieve. It wasn’t unbearable however, not to her even in her dress and stockings, and the clear night sky helped to cool the relatively still air. As a result of the limited gusts that fluttered over the grassy field she was sitting in, the dandelion heads lazily flittered to the ground scarcely a few feet away. June wiped her forehead in an upwards motion-no one that cared was around to tell her it was un-ladylike or unbecoming. (

#22 Mother Nature by Talex-1, literature

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#22 Mother Nature

The child in the bassinet cooed up at her, but when she reached for the infant, and the little girl grasped her finger, the babe went silent, looking up at her in a confusion that stilled her heart and brought a lump to her throat. Did June not recognize her? Had she been away and from her touch for too long? Jennifer glanced over her shoulder at the closed door of the nursery, wondering what she would do if someone were to come through. The wet nurse was already long to bed, George would not be up for very much longer-and even so he would not be up to disturb his daughter. She looked back to the girl in the crib, a smile tugging at her

#89 Through the Fire by Talex-1, literature

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#89 Through the Fire

The blade twirled as it went through the air-striking true against the fiend in tiger’s colors. Christine sunk into soft flesh with a snnnkt! And the tiger-man sank to the ground in agony. It was a debilitating blow, but one he would recover from. For Sharp-it was surgery. Sharp’s Hand caught a makeshift club broken from a stool that was heaved at her; the perpetrator was a woman dressed as some bird of paradise. Sharp yanked it from her grip and sent it sailing to the woman’s face-and as the girl caught it deftly, as Sharp knew she would-she struck with the blade across the other woman’s wrists, knocking her from th

#57 Sacrifice by Talex-1, literature

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#57 Sacrifice

Melchior Delacroix ran a finger along a mahogany railing that spiraled, conjoined like lovers in an eternal dance, with the stairs on wall. This manor was large and sprawling, but dark and empty. The desks and side tables that held wilting plants along the sides of the foyer were covered in white linen sheets-the mansion forever ‘put away’ and the only visitors were guests who wanted to see the pristine Regency-Era palace. Even they were astute enough to leave the place alone after dark. In his grip held a candelabra of four prongs, candles lit and their heads trailing behind him as he glided up the carpeted staircase to the larg

#6 Break Away by Talex-1, literature

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#6 Break Away

He only had one eye, the one he was born with. His mother told him it was a fortui…fortunitous…lucky sign. She said a lot of nice things about him. Even though he thought he looked silly, with his one good eye and his white hair and his white skin, and his one good eye was even pink! He looked like a clown. Like some…circus clown he’d seen perform many times. Oh, but his mum! His mother was kind, and gentle, and she baked the best rolls and she gave the best hugs, and she loved him. Even when he acted out because he didn’t feel like he felt at ease with the other children, even when he grumbled because he was

#77 Test by Talex-1, literature

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#77 Test

“Pick it up.” The deep timbre cut through the din of the dimly lit room with weight and authority. The dark-haired man, whom the phrase was meant for, shuddered. His brown eyes drifted to the glowing hot coal in the wired cage, which was suspended up on a small post in the middle of the room. If Corbin was all dark haired and dark eyed and dark suited, the owner of the voice was white. His hair was golden but his eyes, oh his eyes were like frozen stone-gray and slate and steel, much like his voice. Whitacre’s clothing was rarely any other color than his eyes-but his skin was white like marble. He looked…inhuman still

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#14 Smile by Talex-1, literature

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#14 Smile

It was her smile; he knew it was her smile. The first time he had ever met her it was the way her humor danced in her gaze, the way that the light shone in her eyes when she laughed that caught him. He was in a new place, barely having a friend in the world, and she sauntered into his life-pulling him along into hers. And then-like a spring rain-she was gone. They met, they lived, they loved, and then she was gone. Pulled from his life by circumstances beyond his control. A year later and he was a father; the baby left to him with no knowledge of what happened to her mother. He didn’t have a picture-he had a bracelet given to

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#33 Expectations, fate, luck, and faith. by Talex-1, literature

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#33 Expectations, fate, luck, and faith.

#69 Annoyance by Talex-1, literature

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#69 Annoyance

#34 Stars by Talex-1, literature

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#34 Stars

#22 Mother Nature by Talex-1, literature

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#22 Mother Nature

#89 Through the Fire by Talex-1, literature

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#89 Through the Fire

#57 Sacrifice by Talex-1, literature

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#57 Sacrifice

#6 Break Away by Talex-1, literature

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#77 Test by Talex-1, literature

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#14 Smile by Talex-1, literature

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Current Residence: Pick a spot.
Favourite genre of music: Any Rock
Favourite style of art: Free style!
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Shell of choice: The ones with Ghosts in them!
Personal Quote: Dream Big. Dream True. But most of all, Dream.

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Talex-1

May 19, 2018

Driving Goal

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    So a year has happened!    Several things to go off of-for those that even look at this page!    If for no other reason than to say that I have done so, I am going to complete this 100 challenge, I have to at this rate. They are a collection of glorified fan-fiction and inspired by settings not original to me, if you haven't been able to tell, but they have helped me to refine my writing over the years and develop dialogue and scene writing, and that's really what I've been writing them for.    I do want to write for a living-perhaps not wholly creatively, as I am currently in college for Technical Writing and the like; but it's c

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Talex-1

Apr 5, 2017

Years Ago

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Three years-almost three years since I've posted anything. Well, I'm still alive, and I'm still here. Having recently been reminded of my 100-theme challenge, I have a complete list of everything I had yet to do. And will continue to do. So to my watchers and my friends-stay tuned I guess.

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Talex-1

Aug 17, 2014

So close and yet so far!!!!

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I've finished On the Town, but have yet to have a chance to post it, and kind of lost some steam there for a while. So instead of tackling new themes, I decided to try to get out of my head some ideas for ones I did previously. I wrote a different Fairy Tale, and I may end up doing that with some other ones, we'll see.    Thad has another piece coming up, and after the next two is going to be a radical change in his life, so I'm excited about that. Whitacre has a good one in the works, just have to get there. I have a few intriguing stories for Mal-Risa, and one makes me nervous to write because it deals with her back story and the why she

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knytcrawlr

Apr 19, 2017

many thanks for the watch, it's hugely appreciated!

oszaj

Mar 1, 2017

Thank you for the watch and being a part of my supportive audience <3
I really appreciate it and hope you'll continue enjoy my art! ^-^
Have a nice day/ night where ever you are