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Just a lil' OC update... by phantomstallion4ever, literature

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Just a lil' OC update...

I don't recall exactly when things began to change. There was no pivotal moment, no single breath of freedom, no sudden alleviation of the leaden burdens from my shoulders. Yet I don't even have to glance in the mirror to known, with unwavering certainty, that they have. I suppose my baggage began lagging behind, dropping off haphazardly as my pace increased. Relinquished its grasp as it realized that the effort was all for naught. I can't seize credit for initiating this transformation, single handedly throwing the first punch in the face of my barriers. No, I grudgingly have someone else to thank for that. "How many?" Was that a specter o

Holiday Special Edition Installment #2 by phantomstallion4ever, literature

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Holiday Special Edition Installment #2

I know angry storms. I know the relentless banter of the thunder demons, maiming everything obstructing their path as they proceed. I know ominous silence. I know the quietude that predates nature's sordid deeds, laden with the knowledge of atrocities to come. I do not know peaceful storms. I have never known mother nature to succumb to abysmal silence, without stirring a pot of retribution behind the scenes. That is, not until until today. The three of us crammed into the ancient pick up truck, fingers clenched around hand warmers, hopelessly lame Christmas carols blaring from the radio. Windshield wipers labored furiously to brush off the

Part 1 of Holiday Special Edition Writing by phantomstallion4ever, literature

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Part 1 of Holiday Special Edition Writing

A white blanket covered the six acre pasture, dusting the barn roof, and settling on my bedroom window pane. The glass felt frosty to the touch, and I could already envision icicles clinging from the overhang of the roof. December 22nd, and Nevada’s first snowfall of the season. Something that never occurred in California, and one of my favorite aspects of spending the holiday season with my cousins. I sat there for a moment, clad in my fleece robe, bare toes frigid due to the poor insulation of the farmhouse, and watched, mesmerized, as snowflakes dipped and swirled in the ebb and flow of the winter breeze. Though dawn’s presenc

Moving on... by phantomstallion4ever, literature

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Moving on...

After the death of her little brother, my OC, Emerald, faces letting go of his beloved mare, Blossom... "Emerald," pursing her lips, Mom furrowed her brow with vacillation. Her brief glance revealed forlorn amber eyes, their melancholy riveting. I was no longer in the presence of the buoyant woman whom attained an incandescent, aglow mien. She'd aged considerably over the duration of the previous months, her forehead sporting an abundance of grooves. Once slightly well-upholstered, garments now hung upon her gaunt frame. The grief. It was a malicious vortex of sorrow. Extinguishing all ecstasy with the lusty roar of its tide. It prompted des

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Just a lil' OC update... by phantomstallion4ever, literature

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Just a lil' OC update...

Holiday Special Edition Installment #2 by phantomstallion4ever, literature

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Holiday Special Edition Installment #2

Part 1 of Holiday Special Edition Writing by phantomstallion4ever, literature

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Part 1 of Holiday Special Edition Writing

Moving on... by phantomstallion4ever, literature

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Moving on...

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there are no tears in heaven by doorfromheaven, literature

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there are no tears in heaven

ice hung from her face, dangling off her lashes, closing her eyes for eternity. her fingers a bitter ghost that numbs as they glide over the cracks silencing the unspoken screams poised on now frozen lips, panic should be swelling instead of ebbing, skating away, smooth. never would have guessed how comforting the cold would be, a fragile balance so easily broken but serene. a walk on thin ice, chancing life and meeting death.

Just a lil' OC update... by phantomstallion4ever, literature

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Just a lil' OC update...

I See Goblets Of Fire Within My Eyes by NutmegRufRuf, literature

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I See Goblets Of Fire Within My Eyes

I see goblets of fire in my eyes. Within them a glow I regard at a distance, from a mirror inches from the shallows my neck creates with my chest, the flame spitting and sputtering in a violent vexation. I wanted to submerge into my flesh and find refuge there. I wanted to burrow into my body the way a child does when confronting the monster stirring beneath their mattress, lost in a sea of polyester and cotton embracing their sweat-stricken late night terrors. I wanted to hurl myself at the door, and vigorously pine for the lock, using anything, anything, never disregarding a lock of hair or needle, unleashing the most unearthly noise in t

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

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Deviant for 11 years
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Hello DA members,

I'm a hot yoga enthusiast who loves running, cooking plant based recipes, reading, and (the main purpose of my account) WRITING! There is something so soothing and entrancing about creating a fictional universe and navigating the complex lives of your characters. It may seem slightly insane, but when you really get into the "flow" of writing, you are almost able to hear the unique voices of you characters. Perhaps that is why I love it so much.

I know my username is "phantomstallion4ever" and don't get me wrong, the Phantom Stallion books are awesome. However, I hope to change my username soon (I have to upgrade to a core membership though) because my account is know focused on the lives of my own characters (Emerald, Jack, Crissa and more to come).

In my free time (I'm currently a student bogged down by seemingly endless homework) I enjoy going to the gym and yoga studio, listening to good music, and spending time with my family.

I'm excited to become more active on this account and integrate into this inspirational community of prolific artists, writers, etc.

Favourite Movies

Older than America, Love Actually, Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee

Favourite TV Shows

Nashville, Blindspot

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Jessie J, Lady Antebellum, James Bay, James Arthur

Favourite Books

I LOVE all of Susanna Kearsley's books (read them, and you will never look back!!!)

Favourite Writers

Susanna Kearsley, Kate Morton, Deepak Chopra

Other Interests

hot vinyasa yoga, plant based cooking, running, animal rescue

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phantomstallion4ever

Nov 22, 2017

I'm BACK bitches!

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I hope that you enjoyed that segment of my narrative. The one stained with the crimson ichor of blood. It was raw, emotional. Don’t refute that it tugged mercilessly at your heartstrings. I hope you enjoyed my creative elaboration. You see, on that overcast March day, Jack Wovoca suffered. He endured the physical equivalent of purgatory. Purgatory, but not quite hell. Oh, how he teetered on death’s doorstep. Waited, in agony, for the hinges to creak open, to be swallowed by the abysmal darkness. But death did not answer, on that day. And so Jack came back to us. In the canyon, surrounded by a sea of paramedics, he came back.