Characters - School-Of-Writing by delilahdraken, literature
Literature
Characters - School-Of-Writing
Notes on anatomy and society:
The People are inherently a nomadic species. They travel from planet to planet, settle there for a short while (anything from ten years to several hundred generations), and leave again. They are very good when it comes to assimilate to new or normally believed difficult environment. Due to this their medical technology has evolved to a very high degree.
A long time ago they also worked as a sort-of army for hire, mercenaries for anybody who was willing to both pay the price and house them until the wanderlust hit them again. They became so used to this life that they 'forgot' to take off their battle armour whe
Setting - 'School-Of-Writing' by delilahdraken, literature
Literature
Setting - 'School-Of-Writing'
The world as they know it is a small planet orbiting a cold neutron star. Before their arrival more than nine thousand years ago it was an empty wasteland full of dust and the remains of a long forgotten civilization. It was a dead world and they breathed back life into its empty core.
They built a vast city under crystalline domes so high they touched the skies. They burried their now defunct ships under the sand of long lost memories and called them temples henceforth. They created new continents from broken shards left behind by others all around the galaxies. They did what they always did when they found a new home for their nomadic peop
Present - 'School-Of-Writing' by delilahdraken, literature
Literature
Present - 'School-Of-Writing'
I remember that day as if it happened yesterday.
It was one of those normal and nice days. The sun was shining, there was not a cloud in the sky, and the little people in my quiet little hellhole of a village were all out to mow their lawn or do other domestic things. The thought alone made me wish to crawl into a cupboard and hide from the light.
If I had my will that day, I wouldn't have left the house. I would have drunk much cola and watched a marathon of action movies instead. But that day?
That day I absolutely had to go out because just this morning, while I was chewing on a tasty chocolate cream and meat salad sandwich, one of my f
Crawling - 'School-Of-Writing' by delilahdraken, literature
Literature
Crawling - 'School-Of-Writing'
It is an explosion that wakes you from a pleasant dream. "Should have invested in sound blockers," you mutter while you try to get comfortable again.
Too bad then that this is a fruitless attempt and you are forced to admit to yourself that yes, you probably should stay awake. After all, being awake can be very good for your continued state of health.
You scratch your stomach. The scar you find there is a reminder as to what to avoid when trying to sleep in a war zone. You wonder if it would be a great loss if you were to ignore all those rules about safety that had been crammed into your head oh so long ago.
"Nah, too much effort." Better
FIC: Protecting the Castle by delilahdraken, literature
Literature
FIC: Protecting the Castle
He remembers a time before the war, before all that he loved went aflame in destruction. A time that was painted in colours of harmony and silence, not the stark contrasts of battle and death. A time that held no secrets from it's youth, that allowed all questions to be asked and let all those interested in the matter see for themselves what they wanted to see. A time that cherished it's past with mighty temples of wisdom, eternal palaces of art and science that had only one reason to be as protected as they were: the simple need to protect what one holds dear to the heart.
It was a time of happiness for him, but as happiness is wont to do,
Ripping
Reaping
Bleeding for the unimportant
You want to scream
You want to cry
You want to find a silent place
Where nothing hurts
Where the stars don't shine
Where dreams come true
And nightmares have a happy ending
Where blood flows cold
Where the sun is dark
Where the air is nothing but dust
And the future long gone
You want to cry
You want to flee
You want to make him live again
So that his laugh echoes in the night
So that his touch sparkles in your mind
So that his eyes caress your skin
And your soul can find peace
So that a memory finds life
So that death finds an end
So that dying doesn't hurt so much
And miss
Characters - School-Of-Writing by delilahdraken, literature
Literature
Characters - School-Of-Writing
Notes on anatomy and society:
The People are inherently a nomadic species. They travel from planet to planet, settle there for a short while (anything from ten years to several hundred generations), and leave again. They are very good when it comes to assimilate to new or normally believed difficult environment. Due to this their medical technology has evolved to a very high degree.
A long time ago they also worked as a sort-of army for hire, mercenaries for anybody who was willing to both pay the price and house them until the wanderlust hit them again. They became so used to this life that they 'forgot' to take off their battle armour whe
Setting - 'School-Of-Writing' by delilahdraken, literature
Literature
Setting - 'School-Of-Writing'
The world as they know it is a small planet orbiting a cold neutron star. Before their arrival more than nine thousand years ago it was an empty wasteland full of dust and the remains of a long forgotten civilization. It was a dead world and they breathed back life into its empty core.
They built a vast city under crystalline domes so high they touched the skies. They burried their now defunct ships under the sand of long lost memories and called them temples henceforth. They created new continents from broken shards left behind by others all around the galaxies. They did what they always did when they found a new home for their nomadic peop
Present - 'School-Of-Writing' by delilahdraken, literature
Literature
Present - 'School-Of-Writing'
I remember that day as if it happened yesterday.
It was one of those normal and nice days. The sun was shining, there was not a cloud in the sky, and the little people in my quiet little hellhole of a village were all out to mow their lawn or do other domestic things. The thought alone made me wish to crawl into a cupboard and hide from the light.
If I had my will that day, I wouldn't have left the house. I would have drunk much cola and watched a marathon of action movies instead. But that day?
That day I absolutely had to go out because just this morning, while I was chewing on a tasty chocolate cream and meat salad sandwich, one of my f
Crawling - 'School-Of-Writing' by delilahdraken, literature
Literature
Crawling - 'School-Of-Writing'
It is an explosion that wakes you from a pleasant dream. "Should have invested in sound blockers," you mutter while you try to get comfortable again.
Too bad then that this is a fruitless attempt and you are forced to admit to yourself that yes, you probably should stay awake. After all, being awake can be very good for your continued state of health.
You scratch your stomach. The scar you find there is a reminder as to what to avoid when trying to sleep in a war zone. You wonder if it would be a great loss if you were to ignore all those rules about safety that had been crammed into your head oh so long ago.
"Nah, too much effort." Better
FIC: Protecting the Castle by delilahdraken, literature
Literature
FIC: Protecting the Castle
He remembers a time before the war, before all that he loved went aflame in destruction. A time that was painted in colours of harmony and silence, not the stark contrasts of battle and death. A time that held no secrets from it's youth, that allowed all questions to be asked and let all those interested in the matter see for themselves what they wanted to see. A time that cherished it's past with mighty temples of wisdom, eternal palaces of art and science that had only one reason to be as protected as they were: the simple need to protect what one holds dear to the heart.
It was a time of happiness for him, but as happiness is wont to do,
Ripping
Reaping
Bleeding for the unimportant
You want to scream
You want to cry
You want to find a silent place
Where nothing hurts
Where the stars don't shine
Where dreams come true
And nightmares have a happy ending
Where blood flows cold
Where the sun is dark
Where the air is nothing but dust
And the future long gone
You want to cry
You want to flee
You want to make him live again
So that his laugh echoes in the night
So that his touch sparkles in your mind
So that his eyes caress your skin
And your soul can find peace
So that a memory finds life
So that death finds an end
So that dying doesn't hurt so much
And miss
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