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Bubble Gum Wrappers Part 1 by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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Bubble Gum Wrappers Part 1

It was late and Neville couldn't sleep. He'd managed to snatch a few moments of quiet, peaceful darkness before the monsters that lived behind his eyelids had twisted that dark into nightmares. The usual one, the one where Professor Dumbledore stared straight at him down his long, crooked nose. He would speak next, words spoken so simply, as if they were the most certain thing in the world, "Now, Neville, you know you don't belong here. We think it would be best if you just leave." McGonagall nodded, adding "Certainly not Gryffindor material." The sorting hat cackled softly somewhere far away, singing all of the songs he'd heard in years of

But by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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But

The evening breathes in through the window and the cool wind stirs the papers taped up on the wall. A child's room. Posters, balloons, paper stars were all taped on the walls by her. The calendar is on the wrong page: a bird caught mid-flight over an endless ocean. It is no longer August and it never will be again. Her friends, her mother, her brother all try to console her: "There will be other Augusts." "But," she replies and finds that there is no real way to say what she wants. "But." Her friend, curled up in a tight ball on the end of her bed, is asleep. Her face, propped up with pillows, is pressed against the windowsill. There is so

Forgiveness by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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Forgiveness

There is a sound of quietly bubbling water. The water is flowing on, flowing as it always does, without a care for anything, flowing around that which gets in its way. Flowing away without footsteps, without record. Ink does not hold in water. Words written in water are pulled apart, the colors that make up the ink spreading in a cloud then flowing, flowing away. Have you ever tried to write in water? Sins are the best things to write in water. Let the guilt flow into the pen as you write. Let the words take the form of the anger, the sorrow. Write with the ink that comes straight from the stains in your heart. Dip your pen in your heart

The Ghosts of Stars by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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The Ghosts of Stars

There's something about a tragedy That draws eyes, Leads them to ponder And draw upon the sky With the mind's ephemeral ink, Images of people, faceless, Dead a hundred years ago, But lingering, Like the ghosts of stars painted into the night, Pinpricks of existence, Dead but living in the pictures we paint But don't understand. There are flashes after; I'd stared at the sun, As I painted the sky. The dreams always return, Dreams that spread brushes of color On skies, on walls, on ceilings, Of the ghosts of stars, Dead a hundred years ago, Continuing to shine, Famous but never understood, Never known. First w

On Waltz of the Damned by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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On Waltz of the Damned

Is it easier to dance if you're damned? Is there an ease in the motion of limbs aware of their lost causes? Is there a heaviness between shoulders? A lightness in the head? Do the damned fly away on black wings or are they battered by the wind? Battered by the wind? That would make them no different. Wings by lack of flight broken, dripping down from shoulders, dragging on carpet like an immense silk brocade train spoiled by thorns amid the softness, or cracks on the marble floors. There is a half-light filtered through stained-glass windows. A light that falls, leaving behind flowers of all colors on the ballroom floor. Do the da

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Bubble Gum Wrappers Part 1 by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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But by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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Forgiveness by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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Forgiveness

The Ghosts of Stars by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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A Little Like Hope by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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A Little Like Hope

He was terrified by the blood that pooled up in his palm, burning his fingers with the warmth of life as it dripped down his hand. He coughed again, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. It hurt so much to breath, each heaving gulp of air burned in his chest. In his weakness, he failed to stop the tears from pouring down his cheeks. He raised his hand to wipe them away, realizing a moment too late that his blood-soaked fingers were inches from his face. He swallowed, almost gagging as the metallic scent rose to his nose. He longed for the comforting scent of oil burning, of machinery in motion. He was dying and he knew it. Alfons c

You Can't Change the World by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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You Can't Change the World

"You can't change the world." There are only a few people who are worthy of changing the world. Those who reach for the sky until their fingers ache and their hearts are broken. You tell me I am not worthy because you aren't. The world wrapped you up around and around her finger, twisting your soul and shattering your hope. She whispered those very words into your ear, didn't she? "You can't change the world." Her voice is dangerous, sharp and sure. Her words are painful icicles. That lie seems so sure, so you believed her, so long ago, and gave up your dreams. You locked them up and tossed your heart-shaped treasure chest into

Self-Portrait by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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Self-Portrait

She tucks a strand of her unkempt, mouse-brown hair behind her ear, readjusting her homemade, cat-eared headband to her liking. She gobbles up book after book, greedily absorbing the words of another. She turns to the next page of her book, humming a trite tune to herself. Her eyes catch the four-paned portal to the world. She wonders why all her escapes seem to have four sides. Square and orderly. A dull life. The worlds she sees inside her head are wild, blurred at the edges and strange, but wonderful. Sometimes she fools herself into thinking that she is outside of the window. She imagines lying in the cool grass and watching the

I Awoke Today by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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I Awoke Today

I awoke today to find my daydreams fading. I arose today to find they were disappearing all along. I awakened today to see that I've become a worthless automaton. I woke up today to find I've been forgetting everyone and everything. I got up today to see that I've been falling. I stepped out of bed today and realized that I've been missing something. I awoke today to find that I've lost me.

Final Stand by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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Final Stand

Dark shadows and transparent light play amongst the twilight's final stand. Now, I make my last stand before my own fading. No pleading for borrowed time that I cannot wish to grasp. Pity me as you drive by. Such a young girl standing in the chill, emotionless clutches of a crisp, autumn night. Stop and offer me a ride, if you have the heart. Open the car door and allow me entry to your warmth, softness, security....If you have such a kind heart, you would have my admiration and gratitude. Though, any effort would come to no avail. Pick me up....I'll only disappear. Back to the pool of shadows, where ribbons and toys adorn a wooden cross.

Window by Spiritwing-Hillary, literature

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Window

Life is fragile like a window. It can shatter with one blow. You're looking out into the other side where you'll surely go. Time comes and goes, staining our windows with the colors of life. The glass is worn thin, the hammer coming in. It can't be time. I know we are but mortals, but it can't be. Glass shatters to the marble floor, its true colors shining brightly, opening a gateway to true life.

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Sep 9
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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Current Residence: Some lame town...somewhere...
Favourite genre of music: J-pop
MP3 player of choice: AXEL IS DEAD D':
Personal Quote: I'm sorry, Maxi Drug, I was just gouging Sonic's eyes out.

Favourite Movies

Kiki's Delivery Service

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Utada Hikaru, Yano Maki, Natasha Bedingfield, Evanescence

Favourite Writers

Kate DiCamillo, Ray Bradbury, C.S. Lewis, A.A. Milne, Edgar Allen Poe, Neil Gaiman

Favourite Games

Kingdom Hearts

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xigbar (AKA my Playstation 2)

Tools of the Trade

pencils...lots and lots of pencils....colored pencils too(if I'm in the mood).

Other Interests

books, drawing, oceans/shores, KH

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Spiritwing-Hillary

Jun 27, 2018

im in canada?!

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just for a vacation, but it's pretty cool! saw a big giraffe at the toronto zoo today (wow!). Got a gay maple leaf flag (nice!). I have no idea if anybody remembers me but I've been writing and doing stuff mostly on tumblr and ffnet/ao3. I'll have links at the bottom of the post? Yeah. I will. It's been a long time since I went on here. I haven't changed any of my info on here because it feels like a time capsule. I finished high school, graduated college, and am doing my time in 20-something waffling prison. I work doing videography/editing at a small town type place. I'm working on finally getting a drivers license and moving towards gett

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Spiritwing-Hillary

Jun 9, 2015

can i please, please edit my signature on this site it's so embarrasing

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Spiritwing-Hillary

Jan 29, 2015

Submitting stuff is confusing the heck out of me!!

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And do you really have to have a preview image for writing? That is super obnoxious! And no audio whyyyyy? I should be trying to work though this creatively but I do not have the energy for this. I wanted to show you guys some of my original songs that I've been working on, but I have no idea what I'm doing on here anymore. So I'll just toss some links up to audio files of them instead. Go here to listen to a bunch of clips of me singing (a cappella covers mixed with original songs): http://walmartpossum.tumblr.com/tagged/me-singing I'm working on editing sounds (mostly clips of my own voice) together to make like a full song soundscape b