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An Adventure Stopped ShortAll I wanted was to be happy again. All I wanted was to have a reason to wake up in the morning. That’s why I went to her. That’s why I was stupid enough to put my trust in someone I barely knew. But what choice did I have? Exactly. None. She was my last hope.
I left early in the morning, before the sun had barely begun to take its first breaths of the day. That was the safest time to travel. Since the Attack, nowhere had been safe, no one could be trusted. The Attack was what took away the very last slivers of hope that I clung to; my family.
My family were the only people who loved me, who took care of me; I loved them all, more than anyone else I knew. Especially Heidi. My little sister, she ... she was the reason I got up and slaved away under the harsh authority of King Vladar. She was the reason I put up with his torments and beatings, so that I could come home with food to put on the table.
Vladar had been the ruler of Sylva, my homeland, for the past four hundred ye
Espoir and HopeThe rhythm of my pencil tapping on the page isn’t helping; my mind is still blank. Why is it I have so many ideas for a great drawing, yet as soon as I sit down to put my ideas into images they disappear? Just as swiftly as she did, without the smallest hint of a good bye.
Perhaps that’s why; the only person in my head, the only image I wanted to create, was her. Ever since she appeared at my window, she was all I could think about. She was my escape from the endless torments my school provided, from the endless shouting of my parents downstairs, of the endless darkness that is my life. All I want is to see her again.
She was short. And grinning. And completely normal. That is, if you didn’t count the fact that she had wings. Gorgeous white wings that stretched out gloriously behind her, each feather rustling slightly in the breeze that blew through the smashed window.
The first time we met, I saved her. Well, that’s what I like to think. She was flying out in a
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More