Amduscian

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Arcgant Fortress by Amduscian, literature

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Arcgant Fortress

The black walls of the Arcgant fortress were silent. They were emptied to the last soldier leaving them unmanned but for the operators of the trebuchets, yet it did not lessen the terror the walls oozed. Ten trebuchets were positioned along the top of the walls, each with a burning chunk of stone in their bowls to incinerate the first wave of enemies. The three immense drawbridges were being lowered, as a thundering roar slowly increased and rolled across the blackened fields that were black with the demons' armies. The armies of Arcgant marched out with clamors of sword on shield. Slowly the walls surrounding the gates lit up in the light

A Sea of tiny little movements by Amduscian, literature

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Colours by Amduscian, literature

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Colours

The summer started bleeding and cried out in red tears the cold hurted her hands red trickled on the leaves and now autumns' reign has come and nature mourns its own demise the trees out of respect turn colourless and blend in with the clouds' grey all now stand and await the end when winter lays its snow-white veil and covers all the tears that nature shed while underneath a new season buds and when snow is washed away by the soothing rains of spring a new sun shines and hugs the land and green smiles back at the light

The Perfect Storm by Amduscian, literature

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Eyes full of poetry by Amduscian, literature

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Eyes full of poetry

Your voice and eyes, the only thing that I perceive I listen, and watch your eyes; I can't believe how these lines, unchanged for many years can now in some way end up altered to my ears you voice the words and sounds exactly right you whisper those poetic lines so featherlight they flow around, lulling me almost to dreams like the sound of calmly flowing mountain streams they say a person often speaks with eyes betraying that what one tries to disguise I can unravel what the poet's whispers mean your eyes betray the meanings first unseen entranced and hardly aware of anything you read, you speak, to me you sing and the emotion

The Perfect Storm by Amduscian, literature

syrup waffles by Amduscian, literature

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A vampire's eyes -Flashlit- by Amduscian, literature

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A vampire's eyes -Flashlit-

the moon shines a white and grey and soothing light a call for all for the doomed and the dead to come out and feast with me the church's tower strikes 12, the hour the dance of the dead can finally commence the werewolves howl and I, I watch and see the night turn a pale white as I stand on the balcony of my castle overlooking this all, and then... I set out to join the feast the moon will ever rise Midnight through a Vampire's eyes

Escapist by Amduscian, literature

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Escapist

shivering in the chair in a womb of darkness staring at the warmth but not feeling it Where am I? in my mind? the image of a lodge that's neither home nor truly existent I'm not here at all cold despite the fire dark despite the light here despite the fact that I'm not here at all the hearth, the lodge the bookshelves everywhere around me They are my dreamed up house though it's not here at all let the fire warm my dreamed up house let it light up all my dreamed up details let me be without myself; a different role though I'm not here at all the frightening, the hopelesness the lightning, the thunder the storm, the ra

Sonnet on Technology by Amduscian, literature

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Sonnet on Technology

A n00b, another newbie on the net It's hard, this life so lost in cyberspace and in the end one's always crying with regret technology gives way, pc's are set ablaze Out there be horrid monsters, be aware they'll eat your data for a snack you know you'll fry your bits, with yet another flare untill your system's really just about to blow your printer's eating paper, screen turned black your disks are getting chopped up pretty nice and you impale your keyboard with a crack well, maybe you could do with some advice “It's all that piece of junk's fault!”. in that case some anger management would be in place

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A Whisper by Evil-Nj, literature

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A Whisper

Baby, it just tears my heart- With the two of us, miles and miles apart. The seas and oceans, a deep abyss, A meager sign of how much, you, I miss. Maybe I might just take off today, And cast everything at hand away. A rose I'd take for everyday, you, I missed, And set out- land and endless ocean, amidst. Although my legs would protest in pain, And my knees buckle, but not in vain. For across the vast, blue expanse and the wearying land, I'd make my way as swiftly as I can. My legs would hold with a Spartan will, For between us there are miles to go, still. "Wow! He's crazy!" my shrink might say, But he hasn't seen you to this

Prompt: Cherry Wood by Teague-Drydan, literature

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Prompt: Cherry Wood

I got her for my 16th birthday. I couldn't have been happier. She was made of cherry wood, used, but still having her olde glow. Father had personally refurnished her, carefully sanding her down, sealing her. Stringing her. My instructors were amazed at how quickly I took to learning how to play her, coaxing out sweet sounds and haunting tunes. I even dared to make a few. She's retired now, My Lady, having been replaced by a younger, more sturdy harp. His lines are just as smooth, but didn't have the soft glow of My Lady. He wasn't as cherished either. My Lady was finished five days before Father died. Three months to the day of my birthday.

Demons of the past by Jiendo, literature

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Demons of the past

Demons of the past the ships will sail out for battle ghost of the past demons in my mind to many ships have come to big to dark I'm scared alone panic strikes hard to breath tears flowing body shaking all at once they came after me the demons of the past horrifying memories what once was just a memory was there again just like those day's everything came back the whole deal every memory every moment of the past the ships are sailing they are after me after all those years there haunting again This time I'm not alone. The panic will fade. Ships will sink. The war will end, ships will sink. It's my turn to kill t

Little Butterfly by Jiendo, literature

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Little Butterfly

My Little Butterfly Small and Fragile Like a butterfly You're taking day by day. Hoping tomorrow will be better Trying to stop thinking about things That you want to forget You're only thinking about them more They're making you cry The secret you have That no one knows Except one Lets keep it that way It will change you Little butterfly It will change everything It means the end Figthing with your selve To find the answers The answer to a question Which will not be told Day by day you get older Tired of life Still trying to find the answer Your limbs getting numb Find a peacefull place Little butterfly To wait 'Ti

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The Hangover by Amduscian, literature

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The Hangover

My insolence, my bad habit not my problem, not my concern My addiction, my indulgence not my problem not my concern My senses broadened My view is widened and all I see now is simple and clear thoughts are racing for the lead and lead to other thoughts that join racing for the lead until with morning the light shines shines so bright and hurts my eyes to sleep, to die, and then to see the body suffered terribly under the weight of last night's dream

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About Amduscian

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July 13, 1988
Netherlands
Deviant for 18 years
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Here goes me. I love to be archaic. I'm elitist as fuck. I drink whiskey just to look like something. I hate clichés. I shit on them. I'm hypocrite as fuck. In a way I shit on myself. If you hear me say something, think twice, then answer. Else you'll miss half of what I say and half of what you say I won't register. Partially because I talk too much. And the other half is, as said, archaic elitist nonsense.

Current Residence: Den bosch
Favourite genre of music: Metal
Favourite photographer: Jiendo
Favourite style of art: poetry
Operating System: Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: creative muvo V100
Favourite cartoon character: Spongebob
Personal Quote: shitties!

Favourite Visual Artist

Till Lindemann

Favourite Movies

Lord of the rings trilogy

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

can't tell

Favourite Writers

Shakespeare or Tolkien

Favourite Games

Time splitters3

Favourite Gaming Platform

gamecube

Other Interests

playing/listening music

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Amduscian

Jun 20, 2010

Frustratioooooooon

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I have this epic idea for a short story with a ferryman and blood and guts and the end of the world but no time to write it because I'm in the middle of exams now. aaargh. Worse is, I might have to do some research before writing it, else it'll be shit. So. Dillema. But I'll damn well write it because it's a good story. In my head, that is. For now, comment my cliché-overdosed epic battle scene, Now. Please?

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Amduscian

Jan 31, 2010

Pity me

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I have just found out that if I want a hardcover version of a series I've been looking for forever, it will set me back 210 euro's. It's the History of Middle earth series, the one where a lot of the notes of J.R.R. Tolkien is collected in and where Christopher Tolkien comments on everything. Oh and I found out that they're about 1600-1700 pages per book. (12 volumes in 3 parts) I'll just go drown myself in self-pity for a while.

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Amduscian

Jan 17, 2010

Losing it

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I'm losing it. Not completely, but just a bit more than usual. It is, of course, my neverending lack of sleep, and the fact that I can't write anything decent anymore. I'm so post-modern right now, everything is written, I can and will not add anything useful or new. But tomorrow I'll be all Romantic period again and paint mountains with words and whatnot, so don't worry. I'm just

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Teague-Drydan

Jul 13, 2018

Happy Birthday, Ammy! I hope all is well with you.

HugQueen

Dec 1, 2011

Hope you're well, wherever you are. ♥

Bellidonax

Sep 11, 2011

do you make maps? my group forestcats is haveing a map contest. doesnt have to be anything fancy just has to follow the information given on the group page. [link]

Teague-Drydan

Sep 24, 2010

hey, long time no 'see'. hope you've been well!

Hi!

hey! how goes it?

awight. still writing.

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