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A Moment of Peace by Desanime, literature

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A Moment of Peace

There really isn't such a thing as peace, at least I don't think so. It isn't that you've finished your work or done your chores or even greeted the day on a good note. The quiet that comes from a moment of peace isn't really quiet at all, but the absence of everything you wish to avoid. When someone demands a moment of peace to regain themselves or to regroup their thoughts, I can't do much more than smile wickedly and say asking for peace is asking abandonment to make itself at home because peace comes with a very heavy handed price. It comes by taking everything you hold, in endearment or fury. Sitting outside on the concrete walk after

Just One More Drop by Desanime, literature

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Just One More Drop

It started with a single drop. It fell hard and missed the only pool of water there was. It bounced off the rim of the puddle and drizzled into nothing as the asphalt below it dried it up. Rain had never tasted so good, but when it was wanted most, just begged to let loose and cry, the clouds rolled up on themselves and whispered never mind. They would grow bigger and bigger, like giant clouds of a smoke from who knows how many of your cigarettes, only prettier. And these wouldn't kill me. But too much of something can. And so it went, with every cloud that rolled over my sky, it turn my days gray and smooth, like the softest of blankets o

It's Like This by Desanime, literature

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It's Like This

It was like looking through a room full of nothing more than hanging cobwebs. Like combing through an attic in search of that one blasted illusive photo album that contained all your memories, even the ones you couldn't remember. It's watching the dust explode around your heels and toes as you scuttle through the darkness, away from the tiny foot prints and reaching slips of old sweaters. It's wondering where you put that album and knowing you won't remember in time. The voices from down stairs are calling you back and wondering where you've disappeared to, and it's turning around like a frightened creature at the sound of the door creaking

Like Wearing a Mask 4 cont by Desanime, literature

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Like Wearing a Mask 4 cont

Like Wearing a Mask 4 continued. -- (August 2035, hours after departure from Henderson Hanger) Christopher Columbus Dr. and Evertrust Plaza. The mantra had gone through Zeev’s thoughts since he had cross the state line into New York and made his way toward Jersey City. Even though he had left the Henderson Hanger immediately, in a helicopter, the ride there was no less than five or six hours (at top speed, sometimes). He had broken through numerous air-spaces as he crossed state lines, and the only warning they had was given out by his GPS. That Keen guy’s doing, no doubt. Zeev would have never say it to the guy’s face, but

Like Wearing a Mask: 4 by Desanime, literature

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Like Wearing a Mask: 4

Like Wearing a Mask 4 -- (August 2035) “Damn it all.” Zeev muttered with annoyance. “Why won’t you work?” There was a sharp, high pitched buzz from the main rotor and its engines. A spark flickered under his greasy fingers and for a moment the spark threatened to set his bandaged fingers aflame. Zeev froze, his face twisted into a contemplating snarl. “The main rotor works. The engines respond. What is it? Damn, just this last bit and I could have you up in the air. What’s wrong with you?” Zeev leaned away from the side of the helicopter. He braced his forearms against the warm metal of the engines,

Like Wearing a Mask: continued by Desanime, literature

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Like Wearing a Mask: continued

Like Wearing a Mask 3 continued. -- (March 2035, seven years before) Patrick Henderson never did have much time to get away from his construction work, or the work of his organization, Third Card. If he couldn’t be found at his home in San Diego, he was usually in Maine, doing his best to keep the plans of Third Card in motion. Of course, he had his agents, and most were as dutiful in the overall progress of the organization as he was. Still, time was usually of the essence, and there was always so little time to be found for oneself. One of his youngest agents, Lynnette, had managed to persuade him (and he used that word lightly) in

Like Wearing a Mask: 3 by Desanime, literature

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Like Wearing a Mask: 3

Like Wearing a Mask 3 -- The room was peacefully quiet. There was the occasional echo of a whisper from a voice just slightly beyond his earshot and it would sometimes be accompanied by the hesitant footsteps of someone close by. None feared him, to be sure; he had acquainted himself with nearly all of them, in one way or another. They were reluctant to disturb his peace, though, since he so rarely had it whenever he visited one of the bases of their organization. At home he could spend his hours in meditation or simply in the company of whoever had dropped in to visit him. The only ones of regularity were Lynnette, Isaac, or Patrick. This

Like Wearing a Mask: 2 by Desanime, literature

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Like Wearing a Mask: 2

Like Wearing a Mask 2 -- He was only out of my sight for a few moments! Even as Lynnette tried to console herself from the feeling of parental guilt, she should have known far better. Isaac’s knack for trouble (finding it, rather than being it) was nearly infamous among the members of their organization. She had only sensed a disturbance moments before Isaac’s accident, when his body’s electrical signature had become unfamiliar and then plummeted to near nonexistent levels. Being so attuned to her friend after years of his company, she knew that such an occurrence was not normal. She had bolted out of the office where she, R

Like Wearing a Mask: 1 by Desanime, literature

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Like Wearing a Mask: 1

Like Wearing a Mask -- The thing terrified most people. Most only glanced at it, the snarling face of a jackal angered beyond the point of conciliation. The gold skin gleamed and would have been a beauty to have and behold, if only the teeth were not bare to the eyes and its skin reared back and wrinkled. He carried it everywhere on his worse days. It sometimes acted more like a shield than a mask. It guarded him from weakness, because it didn’t take long for someone to understand (and suffer) the rage and power that the mask held and offered only to him. Where many would call their companions two-faced, he really was. He was manageab

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A Moment of Peace by Desanime, literature

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A Moment of Peace

Just One More Drop by Desanime, literature

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Just One More Drop

It's Like This by Desanime, literature

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It's Like This

Like Wearing a Mask 4 cont by Desanime, literature

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Like Wearing a Mask 4 cont

Sunset by Desanime, literature

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Sunset

Watching a setting sun is easier to see behind a tinted window, shuttered by slender blinds and allowed to flutter across the floor like nothing more than erratic butterflies. Taking the time to describe the waning star is a gracious way of avoiding the passing world and one’s awkwardness in it. The world isn’t pausing to gaze at the burning rays that are the last of the day’s light. One doesn’t seem to think it’s necessary to really appreciate the exiting sunlight because won’t it be there the following morning? The light won’t be the same in the morning, the rays are brighter and they seem to stretch b

Insomnia by Desanime, literature

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Insomnia

There is no true concept of time for ones like this. Despite the numerous clocks on the walls around them and the never faltering pace of satelites and digital calculations, time holds no value. Merely a series of numbers that chase themselves from one end of the finish line and back. A continuous loop from night to day and back again, and at some point, they've stopped watching, stopped waiting, stopped counting. Their nights don't bleed into day and their sunsets don't ripple into the starry sky above them. The contrast between night and day is indisputable and absolute. There is a morning, a sunrise, a burning afternoon, a smooth evening,

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Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Arizona
Favourite genre of music: Country, Alternative Rock, Orchestra.
Favourite photographer: None as of yet.
Favourite style of art: Anime
MP3 player of choice: Philips
Wallpaper of choice: Landscapes/Dogs
Skin of choice: Frost/Green/Orange
Favourite cartoon character: Kakashi, Iruka, Jazz, Prowl, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Personal Quote: "Cool beans, but no."

Favourite Visual Artist

None as of yet.

Favourite Movies

Pirates of the Caribbean III: At World's End

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Clint Mansell/Hans Zimmer

Favourite Writers

Alexander Lloyd, Meg Cabot, Sir Conan Doyle

Favourite Games

RainbowSix: Vegas 2

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox 360

Tools of the Trade

Computer, and the ever popular pen and paper.

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Books, writing, reading, and sports!

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Desanime

Mar 28, 2010

MOVED~

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I moved: http://eilio.deviantart.com/ =] Sad and happy day. "Looking to the future is a kind of nostalgia."

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Desanime

Feb 11, 2010

Song Shuffle Meme

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Aw, shucks. I was tagged. By ~Harseik (https://www.deviantart.com/harseik) who could not have a harder name to spell here than in real life. Dx I have no one to tag, but oh well. Rules: 1, Put your musical player on shuffle. 2, Answer the following with the current song title. 3, Have fun, darnitall. - - - - IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY? -- Put Your Records On [[.. What?]] HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF? -- Oh, Pretty Woman. [[That's.. that's priceless. xDD]] WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? -- The Way You Do The Things You Do. [[Well, that's not so bad.]] HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? -- Someday [[D'aw..]] WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE? -- It's Not My Time

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Desanime

Oct 10, 2009

Sneaks and Geeks

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Hey. It's been another while. I haven't posted anything for anyone to see. Or read. I am happy to see, though, that despite this absence people are still favorite-ing some of my works. You random and not-quite anonymous people make my day. Seriously. So. There isn't much to use as an update. The pups are HUGE and growing bigger by the day. It's unfortunate, though  Chacha has turned into that type of mother that has the potential to kill her puppies. She has no patience for them and we've already had to remove a few. Nature dictates that she kill off the runt and weakest ones, but her sour attitude is taking it too far. We've come to