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I like to fix things by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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I like to fix things

I like to fix things I like the feel of a screwdriver in my hand I like tightening the very last screw and having it hold I like hearing the engine catch and start on a car after I’ve changed a part I like pounding nails into fence posts and making them sturdy I like the feel of a hammer in my hands a screwdriver a drill a saw I like to fix things That’s why I thought I might like you But I learned very quickly That fixing a person Isn’t the same as fixing a fence post No matter how many splints of wood I nailed to your spine You would never sta

The King of Literature by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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The King of Literature

You cannot hope to best me, the god of the kings, the king of the gods in literature! My novels are great and sprawling and full of life and vitality while other novels hide in the dusty corners of the library shelves, long since forgotten and last checked out twenty-some years ago. They huddle in the dark, congregating for warmth and companionship but nothing can save them from the stretches of agony-filled reading and pompous philosophical views that lurk beneath the ink smeared on their previously pristine pages. They stare at the spotlight in the middle of the room, the highest pedestal of them all, where wine flows like water and the p

F. Scott Fitzgerald Round Two by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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F. Scott Fitzgerald Round Two

Let’s start by laying everything out on the cold hardwood floor between us; the truths of our differences spread out as though pages in a novel. My novel of course, because people need to understand what it all says. My novels are great and sprawling and full of life and vitality while your novels hide in the dusty corners of the library shelves, long since forgotten and last checked out twenty-some years ago. They huddle in the dark, congregating for warmth and companionship but nothing can save them from the stretches of agony-filled reading and pompous philosophical views that lurk beneath the ink smeared on their previously pristine

A Touch of Red in a Sea of Gray by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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A Touch of Red in a Sea of Gray

Ella always loved it when the leaves began to darken. It was a nice break, in between the green monotony of summer and the gloomy gray winter. For just a few months, the world was a rainbow. She liked to take walks during fall, down corridors of yellow leaves, red ones blowing across the path with a chilly breeze. At night, the fog would lift and the skies would clear up and she would crawl out of her window and lay on the roof, staring at the stars. She was always an autumn kind of girl. When the leaves began to fall however, she would carefully pick them up off the cold ground and place them in the special bag she always carried around with

Spirit of Autumn by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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Spirit of Autumn

They say that he comes with the red of the leaves. They say that sometimes he can be seen, sometimes he can only be heard, and occasionally you can feel him. They say that he’s a thief, a hero, the ghost of a drowned man; that he was ignored for years and slowly faded away. That if you acknowledge him he’ll smile and leave you a present, or that he’ll bring a vicious wind and drive you out of the park. They say that once he stole the wallet of a visiting dignitary, that once he returned the purse that had been stolen from a young woman earlier that day, that he wanders around in search of his girlfriend. If you stand still

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I like to fix things by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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The King of Literature by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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F. Scott Fitzgerald Round Two by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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F. Scott Fitzgerald Round Two

A Touch of Red in a Sea of Gray by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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A Touch of Red in a Sea of Gray

Spirit of Autumn by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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Spirit of Autumn

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i've written so many poems about love and luck and the unbearable sadness that surfaces whenever i think about you. but you isn't a person, you is a metaphor for the birds suffocating in the clouds and the leaves fighting off the wind. and when i see flowers all i can think of is death; because i am a poet, and my kind of poetry is the kind that keeps me up all night, as i memorize the ceiling and count every minute until the sun rises. it’s the kind that makes me wish for a bridge because then maybe i could finally be free. my kind of poetry, it’s the kind that kills me.

An hourglass between his knuckles by SilverInkblot, literature

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An hourglass between his knuckles

He quit smoking because he didn’t like the taste of his own mortality; bitter, brackish, black as his lungs. Didn’t like the pull of nicotine, ashy fingers, the way a cigarette looked like an hourglass pinched between his knuckles. The ashtray began to fill up again after his wife died. Every day at first; an entire pack after her funeral; a box every three days; one flicker of light in the evenings spent leaning on the balcony railing, watching the city go by through a veil of smoke and memories. I bought a pack for him once, just to use my ID for something. It’s still sitting on his coffee table, one cigarette short.

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The Betrayer by ReallyLostMyMind, literature

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The Betrayer

It was spring. I remember because we had been sitting on a bench in the park, laughing at something you had just said, when your face grew serious. “What is it?” I had asked worriedly. “I have news,” you replied. “And you may not like it very much.” I sat still and listened apprehensively. “Next year, I’m leaving. Not the town, we’ll still live here, but I’ve decided to go to public school. See what the world is like outside of the homeschooling bubble.” I felt my heart sink like stone, no that’s not quite right, like an anchor in my chest. I felt it hit rock bottom, bou

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ReallyLostMyMind

Sep 22, 2013

Unknown Authors

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Much as I love the literature community on dA, I find that it's quite hard to find writers with small fanbases and good writing. So here are a few of my favourites: First up, ~willwriteforhearts (https://www.deviantart.com/willwriteforhearts) willwriteforhearts (https://www.deviantart.com/willwriteforhearts) has a wonderful style, with a good eye for plot development, and a great vocabulary, especially of adjectives. She writes wonderful prose, with a touch of mystery and morbidity that makes you read it twice. A good place to start in her gallery is my favourite piece, Next is :icondelirious-eyes: delirious-eyes (https://www.deviantart.com/delirious-eyes) has a brilliant arsenal of similes and metaphors. Just saying that "he has clouded eyes" isn't nearly en

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ReallyLostMyMind

Jul 12, 2013

Exhausted

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That was hard. http://reallylostmymind.deviantart.com/art/Market-Day-384766889 Nasty Ass Challenge for Flash Fiction Month. I'm gonna go to sleep now. I can't work any more. Best Wishes, -Hyper Spider

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ReallyLostMyMind

Jun 2, 2013

When I Grow Up

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When I grow up.... I want to have a huge piece of property. Acres and acres of forests with pathways and open fields. I want a small house though. Almost all the walls will be windows. And on summer nights, I'd like to just take a walk in my pajamas and my flip-flops, just walking all the pathways, listening to the nightlife of the animals and bugs and watching the sky. I'd like to have a hammock, where I can just lie down and explore the stars. I'd like to do all this alone, but I think friends would join me every once in a while. So long as they are quiet. i love the feeling of walking around on a summers night, having just showered afte

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Happy birthday!

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Hey there

We've just opened a group that will concentrate on writing workshops with short exercises and feedback, and we thought you might be interested in joining. The link to the group is here: pocketstories.deviantart.com/

The workshops don't start until January, but there's a introduction folder for if you want to write a little bit about yourself and get to know other members.

More about the group can be found here: pocketstories.deviantart.com/j…

Give us a go, you might even enjoy it!

SilverInkblot

Dec 13, 2013

Thank you for the fave on Tithing

SilverInkblot

Oct 13, 2013

Thank you for faving An hourglass between his knucklebones

ReallyLostMyMind

Oct 13, 2013

Absolutely. Might be part of a title poem soon. I've been feeling the need to jump on that train.

SilverInkblot

Oct 13, 2013

I'll be looking out for one then