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Speaking Aloud by EvilpixieA, literature

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Speaking Aloud

I caught a mermaid in a net under the docks when no one else was looking. She was small, fragile, and her ribs gaped in gills that fluttered uselessly in the open air. A small necklace made of shells and a skirt of woven seaweed told me she wasn’t a dumb fish. Long, curved, nails told me of her last dinner still snagged between her soft flesh and the protruding claw. A checkerboard scar on the arch of her fins told me my net wasn’t the first she’d swum into. Her mouth, open and round like a goldfish, told me nothing. Huge black eyes, blind in the sunlight, flirted meaninglessly around the underside of the pier. I told h

The Colour of Dirt by EvilpixieA, literature

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The Colour of Dirt

War is the colour of a country’s dirt. Here it is black. “I don’t like the taste of this place,” he says. “It’s like the Devil sat down and farted.” It rained from the sky for four hundred and forty three days. Black. Like tiny flakes of nothing. Tumbling, twirling, shards of the abyss. “It’s the fish. The ash cover on the ocean has drowned them," she replies. "They’re washing up in mountains on the beach just over that hill. Tony and Clare took the big kids to see.” It drifted from a storm stained sky to pile on rooftops until they crumbled and collapsed. “Can&rsqu

Suffocate by EvilpixieA, literature

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Suffocate

“I didn’t want him,” she says. “I wanted something, something I saw in the eyes of Libby, Sam, Sandi, and Agnes. Something that would have made our new world, our safe world, a home. Children were a part of that world and so I found myself a child. Perhaps, I thought, I would love him and everything would fall into place. Perhaps with a child I could be content with safety, and normality, and a world without knives taped on mop heads.” A cold smile. “I still catch myself thinking that. I still think that maybe tomorrow will be the day where I can fall asleep with the lights on.” Carmen’s featur

Our Orange Jungle by EvilpixieA, literature

Dear Writer by EvilpixieA, literature

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Dear Writer

Dear Writer, I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free. I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more. It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I

Dirty Magic by EvilpixieA, literature

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Dirty Magic

William was bleeding, crying, and slowly dying. "You're not done with me," he said. Red spilled between cracked lips. "I know you're not. I know you want to see more." Tears spilled from eyes, gently cut a path through the gore mattered on white cheeks, and tangled in a trimmed grey beard. "W-we're not done..." Do words make a sound if no one is there to hear them? "We're not done here do you hear me! I'm not dying here!" But he was. Impossibly, the arrow that boy had shot had hit him, punched through chain mail, and sunk greedily into his lung. Air whistled through his chest, blood welled in his throat, and that boy stood over him; hair lo

R.I.P. by EvilpixieA, literature

Pearl Lined Lace by EvilpixieA, literature

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Pearl Lined Lace

Miss Annalaye Merrings was to be married at night, beside a shamefully brown boy, and before the barrel of her father's shotgun. Lucy wove a crown of white flowers for herself and wore a dress that ended too soon revealing a stocky pair of muddy boots. "Annie," she tittered, "oh, Annie, you are going to be married! I've never been to a wedding before. Oh, he is a handsome boy. D-do you think one day someone will marry me? Oh, I hope so! I'll wear a big white dress covered in frills and bells! Will you come Annie? Oh, do come! Please!" Annalaye smiled and nodded. She laced the neck of her simple white frock and scraped mismatched curls of ha

Once A Goddess by EvilpixieA, literature

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Once A Goddess

Rosalina watched the festival from the balcony of her finest bordello. A crimson glass rested between gloved fingers. It wasn't a new sight for her. The celebration. Coloured by the swirl of red wine across painted lips and lit by frantic fireworks cracking and sparking above, the people cried out, and danced. They danced like demons around Devil's coattails. Exotic dresses hemmed with gems instead of lace, exposed breasts disguised by an artists brush, and jaded costumes of long dead gods of the grapevine. All flung together in a wild passionate dance. Rosalina wished she could remember the story behind this festival. Wished she could reme

Zombie Kiss by EvilpixieA, literature

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Zombie Kiss

There was a zombie in the garden. But Libby didn't much mind. Clumps of rotten blood oozed from a shattered jaw, bulbous white eyes rolled in a shriveled decomposing skull, and gray green fingers reached towards the house. Gargled howls rose from its throat, hungry snorts from its nose, and a strange slush of liquid could be heard every time it moved. Still, Libby didn't care. Two more pounded on the door; cold stiff bodies beating relentlessly, mindlessly, on the locked panel of wood. Another dozen circled; sucking in strangled gulps of air, and exhaling them in ugly, hungry, moans. Libby closed her eyes and kissed him, drowning out the ugl

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Speaking Aloud by EvilpixieA, literature

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Sail to Imperfect Paradise by EvilpixieA, literature

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Sail to Imperfect Paradise

Miss Charlotte Merrigold's ninth birthday was a formal occasion. She pinned her hair with fish bones, wore a skirt of torn sail, and held a matching pair of seashells by her ears. A small puppy that had followed her down to the seaside became the eager young prince, and yells from the nearby pier music to dance to. As the night grew colder the girl lit a rainbow fire and told Prince all the stories she knew. She told him about the mermaid that kissed Pat the Pirate but had no legs for him to spread, about a man named Will who was hung for blowing his nose on his sleeve, and her own story about a girl who stole and got away with it. Prince mu

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Artist // Student // Literature

Aug 11, 1993
Australia
Deviant for 13 years
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I stub my toe on the doormat of most countries, spend and unseemly amount on comics, and get smacked in the face by a disproportional number of film directors.

One day I will be a footnote at the bottom of a history text book. Ignored by all save a brittle-brained professor, an adventurous coffee stain, and a small snail who will eat through the flimsy paper with the thoughtfulness a supercomputer.

And because this page looks empty with but two paragraphs here is a third containing no information useful or otherwise but serving to flesh out a decidedly flesh-less statement. Pointless as it may be I have decided this paragraph is my personal favorite.

Favourite Movies

There are... quite a few more than the length of this box.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

It changes from day to day.

Favourite Books

Now, that REALLY won't fit in the box.

Favourite Writers

Joe Abacrombie, Jane Austen, William Shakespeare, etc.

Favourite Games

Assassins Creed/Dragon Age Origins

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS3

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Me, myself and I... plus a few extras...

Other Interests

I make movies occasionally.

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EvilpixieA

Sep 17, 2013

What's Your Power?

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Yes, I am doing a chain journal thing. Yes, it is a small admission price of my personal brand of geekiness to be weirdly attracted to this kind of thing. Yes, I know it does nothing to my credibly as an adult. But, screw all that, it looks like fun. Plus, I honestly think this little game would be an interesting character building exercise. It forces the partaker to create a character around a superpower. Now, I'm not sure how, but I'm sure that'll help my writing in some way, shape, and form. And did I mention it looks like fun? Got a hold of it here: https://www.deviantart.com/journal/What-s-your-power-RePost-400304976 And now... on to

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EvilpixieA

Aug 24, 2013

The C words

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Critique, criticism, and critical feedback. What do these words mean? How does their meaning differ? And why is it important to - as an artist - know the difference? I'm not sure, honestly, but over the last few days I have come to the conclusion that not enough people can distinguish between these words and - on an art sharing site like DA - that isn't always the best thing. I was flicking through some absolutely lovely photography here and I came across a piece which had a requested a critique to which a number of people had supplied one. One critique, however, was fairly critical. Not offensive. Just critical. The artist had agreed the

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EvilpixieA

Mar 23, 2013

Celebrating Art

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Enough of this unhappiness! I am the Pixie and I will not be crushed under the heel of my own self pity. I will enjoy the beautiful skies of my new found home, delight in the abundance of stories I find, and thrill at the pleasure of doing what I love. I love stories. I love the expression of humankind. I love that no matter how many rocks one can turn on the beach there is always something out there undiscovered. A new story, a new artist, a new adventure, or a new brilliant idea waiting to be explored. That is also why I like DeviantArt. It is full of those stones just waiting to be turned over and more come everyday. This journal is a qu