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Sonnet 5 by MinorKey, literature

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Sonnet 5

The ordered seasons mock the human heart, where golden days are marred by winter's frost and cold despair, unwilling to depart, must suffer summer's warmth and wear the cost of feigned enjoyment's cast: a brittle smile. The pain of tempests past: those certain waves that pound a wounded heart, that little isle alone against the sea. The hurt enslaves, its path a circle, always leading back, each winter sharper, deeper. No remorse can heal the dead or shape the past, no track can breach time's walls, no penance change its course. The wasteland fears a spring of piercing pains so, shattered many times, the mask remains.

Dragon Summer, Ch2 excerpt by MinorKey, literature

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Dragon Summer, Ch2 excerpt

She didn't like the aftermath; she felt empty, depleted, tainted. She couldn't quite relate to the self she had been for much of the day. The thoughts that had so energised her now appeared rather sordid. It was disconcerting; like being embarrassed by the peculiar actions of a staid friend. She was left with a familiar yet potent sense of shame that framed and undermined what had once been merely a secret, idiosyncratic pleasure. Katie yawned, clambered into her pyjamas and trudged to the bathroom, accusatory thoughts circling. It wasn't until she had dried her hands and switched off the light that she noticed the oddly bright sky shining t

Dragon Summer - Ch 1 by MinorKey, literature

Untitled, Chapter 1 by MinorKey, literature

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Untitled, Chapter 1

Cloud leaned against the vanity as another wave of dizziness crashed over her. She concentrated on breathing and waited for the wave to recede. It sucked at her, blackened the edges of her vision, but she pressed her knees against the vanity's doors and held her balance and the pressure subsided. The music from her bedroom pushed back in, harsh and insistent; the mocking voice of an empty house. She clenched her eyes. Hot tears rushed down her cheeks. Another wave battered her. She does it with sheep. Welsh witch. Stupid name. I hate clouds, always grey and cold and wet. You should go back where you came from, rain cloud. We don't want yo

Winter's child by MinorKey, literature

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Winter's child

Winter howls beneath the eaves, a child's ache, furious and forlorn. My windows rattle, rain-lashed and wind-whipped, while I lie awake with desert eyes, all moisture spent in battle; that futile effort, sword against the sand, which shows no wound but leaves a bitter rime, a salt-poisoned plain. Can courage withstand erosion? Hope, the constant cut of time? Rain glitters on grimy panes, silver light against the golden, mirrored warmth inside and I am safe from stormy weather's might. A matter of perspective, yet a guide: I fall asleep with thunder in my ear, for now, this night, completely without fear.

For an absent mother by MinorKey, literature

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For an absent mother

I know you love me, even through the shame of absence. That is how I bear the cost, the weight like lead each time I hear your name, slow bitter poison, knowing what I've lost can never be regained, the scorn and fear of ignorance, though this I recognise: the institution's captive cannot bear her only child, and I am not that wise. I want to hate as well, but you are mine! I can't forget you, nor leave you alone with your nightmares, your screams, your guilty whine; for what if I'm the cause? I must atone, for hurt and duty both are not so bold but love, when known, turns venom into gold.

Clear night sky by MinorKey, literature

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Clear night sky

On frosty nights the stars are hard and cold; unreached they gleam and make me feel so small. Such vastness yet becomes a thing to hold when framed in glass and hung upon a wall. And through this window I perceive a ship at anchor, high above the cirrus streams, and I must board this vessel, lest I slip, unknowing, from my waking into dreams and endless, wasted, winter days. Oh, choice! Aloof, remote, a splinter of those stars, my stony, moonlit face and silent voice must seem to those beyond these unseen bars. The sails are furled, the lanterns, warm and bright, defy the harsh and boundless empty night.

Elegy WIP by MinorKey, literature

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Elegy WIP

Elegy for a lost world These hills were once adorned in deeper hues, when ancient boughs burst forth in bright array. Forgotten now, the memory yet imbues the cluttered vales where once the Fey held sway. Where terraced houses step down cobbled lanes and slate-bruised slopes betray forsaken mines, majestic trees once tossed their dappled manes and pierced the sky with countless eager tines. In oaken groves, by sweetly glistening streams the prayerful mortals knelt in awe and dread of holy places, otherworldly dreams, of misty mornings and a godly tread; Cernunnos, horned and huge, by wolf and stag attended, passed with stately,

prologue - elegy by MinorKey, literature

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prologue - elegy

She rests beside old weathered stone, bronzed by waning day. In the lane slow footsteps sound, veiled by hedge and tree; echo of another tread that will not come again. Lazy leaves fall soft as summer rain about her, blurred by bitter warmth. There are many worlds, I said, and every way that a world could possibly be is a way that some world is. And she said this world, ours, the least likely, is possible; so much I can believe, but we cannot cross over. Can't we? I asked, for nothing impossible can be said, and these dark smudges march at my command. Above the steeple, now in shade, in fields beneath the miner's shale, a distant

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Sonnet 5 by MinorKey, literature

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Sonnet 5

Dragon Summer, Ch2 excerpt by MinorKey, literature

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Dragon Summer, Ch2 excerpt

Dragon Summer - Ch 1 by MinorKey, literature

Untitled, Chapter 1 by MinorKey, literature

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Untitled, Chapter 1

Clear night sky by MinorKey, literature

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Clear night sky

Elegy WIP by MinorKey, literature

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Elegy WIP

prologue - elegy by MinorKey, literature

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Draw me as I am by MinorKey, literature

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Draw me as I am

When I was younger I thought death was an end, but now I think it is a process. I see this in the conversion of mourner's black to a trite fashion statement, in wisdom replaced by progress. It is a searching in the sand for words that might save you, while stones fall and understanding departs. It is knowing that most of my grandchildren's generation will not recognise the reference to which I allude, let alone its significance. The gas heater flickers; orange light beneath plastic coals provides a comforting illusion. No more cinders, no more black dust coating every surface. I suppose I should be grateful. On the television a man grins in

Castle in the sky 1 by MinorKey, literature

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Castle in the sky 1

The squat, ugly airship hovered at its maximum ceiling, well above the height the passenger liners used. A low moon and good cloud cover rendered the ship almost invisible; nevertheless the ports were shuttered and all outside lights had been switched off. The great blades on their stubby wings revolved slowly, their eerie whistle loud in the clear, cold quiet. Wood creaked and groaned to itself, metal and canvas popped irregularly. A white, stylised skull gleamed on the tail, pale against the ship's darkness. The lookouts shivered. Huddled in warm clothing they watched tensely, waiting for a glimpse of the brilliant lights that would mark t

Mind, I'm writing. by MinorKey, literature

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Mind, I'm writing.

Mind, I'm writing A dark, untidy study. JACKSON slouches in his chair, smoking. Arrayed around him are six characters, all in shadow. JACKSON types a few words on his computer keyboard then pours himself some more whisky. JACKSON: This isn't going anywhere! GORDON: And you don't even get to screw it up and throw it away. JACKSON: Oh, not again. JACKSON: picks up bottle and looks at it suspiciously. I hate it when they do that. KATE: We're only trying to help. JACKSON: You're not real. GORDON: Define real, you bastard. Do you think I like this shadowy existence? JACKSON: Shut up. GORDON: You never finish anything, you slack, unimag

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Past Fear by MinorKey, literature

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Past Fear

Past Fear 'Are you scared, Becky?' We stand in the alley, a few steps away from The Street, partly sheltered from the drizzle by a square of canvas someone has draped over ruined walls. Ahmed's voice is soft, which is appropriate in this place. The gentle compassion in his tone is not. It clashes with the violence that screams at me from every smashed and splintered building. Rain darkens the yellow stones like the memory of blood. Are you scared, Becky? I hear the past echoed in my lover's words and my eyes fill, my hand lifting to my mouth in an old sign of contrition, while my throat works against the warm flood rising. Images flutter a

Freedom rising by MinorKey, literature

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Freedom rising

Freedom rising The traveller walked steadily through low, swirling mists, sure of his path despite the hidden road. His grey eyes gauged the rising height of the Great Northern Range that paralleled the old trade route he strode and he allowed himself a smile of satisfaction. About him, the pre-dawn monochrome was abruptly suffused with gentle pinks and yellows as the sun rose at his back. He paused for a moment, and heard the long, low growl of the mighty Betam horns of Karaket heralding the Sun-God's triumphant return from the Wastelands. As the enharmonic thunder of the temple horns died the traveller resumed his journey, knowing that he

The kidnapping by MinorKey, literature

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The kidnapping

He'd put the forty-watt bulb in deliberately. Its dull glow filtered through layered fumes and added just the right touch of atmosphere. Three thousand bloody words. He swore and sucked hard on the spindly, hand-rolled cigarette. The raw, bitter kick at the back of his throat nearly made him choke and he spluttered, swallowing the reflex and the smoke and holding his breath until red lights danced in front of his eyes. In the corner the girl cowered, limbs crunched tightly against torso, her weeping muffled. The cigarette dropped into last night's coffee mug with a faint hiss. Grunting heavily, he reached around the desk, fumbled another

Draw me as I am by MinorKey, literature

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30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume X by LadyLincoln, journal

30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume X

Jun 15, 2012

What's This? Below you will find a new assortment of various writers on DeviantART who are worth getting to know. All of their respective galleries are packed full of tremendous works that I enjoy and hope that you will too. As we celebrate ten volumes, you will also find a few writers listed to re-discover, if you haven’t already. And, if there is a writer that may not be listed in this edition, you may wish to read the first nine articles in this series. Let’s Meet A Few More of Them: AnonDesu (https://www.deviantart.com/anondesu) :thumb92819946::thumb200157058::thumb205973922: Avallynh (https://www.deviantart.com/avallynh) :thumb285215544::thumb252768617::thumb281949357: Beaple (https://www.deviantart.com/beaple) :t

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Hi. :) I'm Paul and I used to be the PROSE gallery director (a long time ago now).

Nowadays I'm a professional researcher. I work for a non-profit educational research company as an academic, more or less, and I design and manage quantitative and qualitative research based on winning competitive tenders. So much of my writing is lit reviews, reports, evaluations and so on.

I'm still trying to write reasonable fiction. I also play with 3d art but I haven't put any of that on dA.

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MinorKey

Apr 4, 2014

Nearly 2 years

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I almost managed not to write a new journal for two years. Amazing. Amazing that I still visit from time to time and ghost a few journals, this and that. Crept out of the woodwork to say hello to one or two other old hands still lurking about the place. Hello.

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MinorKey

May 8, 2012

deafened

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amazing how loud silence can be. so many things started, so few things finished. still, I suppose it's good to retain a dream, an ambition, yet to be achieved... :)

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MinorKey

Apr 27, 2012

guilt and desire

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It's been a while since I've entered these grey-green walls. Mostly because life offline nowadays is more fulfilling and leaves me little time for online pursuits, no matter how much I'd like to participate. I'm still writing though. Once again the story I thought I was writing has evolved into something quite different. On an entirely personal level, what I'm writing now is easily the best I've written (imo, of course). The thing is, it has to be, because the subject matter has the potential to descend into crass descriptions of sexual deviancy. Worse, the main character is underage. I'm not writing Lolita but I do think that to deal with

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lemontea

Jan 12, 2016

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happy birthday.

thankyou