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Please, Please, Please Go Check Out The Beautiful and Inspiring Music Linked In This Post! Please!

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Piece: The Arched Window by MidiMusic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7mJzTkc5rc

The arched window of the library shows me so many things. The light shining through shows not just the children and my love outside, but my memories. Some make me cry, others make me smile. To get to this moment of time, I've lost so much. But I've gained so much, and I've been able to keep so much. I will miss those friends and family. I've always missed them. Since the second they disappeared from my life. I miss everything, especially the laughter. But the memories always remind of how proud I am. Of how proud I should be. I am proud. Life is finally something for me to enjoy. I'm proud of that.

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Piece: Classical Music - #1 by MidiMusic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zm_Y_5AKhvw

The dance is getting more intense...Is it ever going to stop? I don't think my legs can carry on much longer. I hope it stops soon. But I don't want it to stop! I want to keep dancing! That's all I ever feel like doing! Why won't my legs just let me carry on dancing?

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Piece: Polyphony by MidiMusic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOpLXK_otyg

All these questions. All these answers. But none of them match! Can I make them match? Or will they get mad at me again? It's so fun asking new questions, and making new answers, even if they don't fit. I'll just keep asking until I get an answer and a question that finally match! Or should I go through the questions and answers I already have and see if any of those match up? No, just keep asking questions and making answers.

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Piece: Pondering by MidiMusic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRX8V5Dl7eM&t=6s

Sitting by a lake, watching the people, but not really watching. The person next to me is talking, and I'm listening. Am I listening to them though? Perhaps I'm only listening to me. I believe I'm thinking, but what am I thinking about? I feel nostalgia creeping through me in a comforting way, but what am I feeling nostalgia for? And, is this really what my voice sounds like? Or have I come up with a new voice that I use, but I will only hear it coming from me? What is that person saying again? The only thing I'm very certain of, is that I'm smiling for some reason. But what is that reason? Why am I smiling?

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Piece: Am Anfang (In The Beginning) by Zulaski Kaitzo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbkKSiIHpqE

If I can just reach the door before the music ends, I can escape from these retched creatures. They will not kill me! Not today! Not in this life, or the next, or the many more after that! I will not allow it! I just have to keep dancing. Wait! Why has the music changed? No! I’m going the wrong way! They’re trying to lead me away from the door! I’ll just have to be more clever. Another change! I’m running out of energy. My legs are starting to feel more like lead than my own skin and blood. No! I have to stay dancing! I have to outsmart these vile things. They will not have me! Never! Almost there. Just a few more turns before the ending and I can escape! Now’s my only chance! If I don’t leave before it ends, I will not survive the rest of this night. The door slams shut, and I feel my legs collapse. I’m free.

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Piece: Arrival of the Hero by Batikan Iscan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gL7vUIB4yZk

I don’t have an actual short story for this piece yet, but it definitely inspired me enough to have a rough layout of the story. I think I might even use this for the book I’m working on!

The hero has been disgraced and has gone into hiding. After finding out that someone very important to them has been taken by their archenemy, the disgraced hero goes to save them. The hero keeps fighting, but it's getting harder because their self doubt and dark memories are getting to them, distracting them, giving the enemy more and more chances to attack. When the hero thinks that they can't go on, the hero's friends, that they thought they lost forever, help them carry on (physically or mentally).

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Piece: The Pack Hunts As One by Batikan Iscan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4JYG4xtHXw

No one is left behind. No one is to go ahead. If one is taken, we fight to get them back. The pack is one. No hunt will be continued until a member has rested. The pack is family. The pack hunts as one.

Please, please, please make sure to check out all of these amazing piece by these three amazing composers. I love all of these pieces, especially since they gave me a bit of a creative boost. The composer of Am Anfang actually suggested me trying an animation of it and it seems like a fun thing to try! And of course, all the credit for these beautiful pieces of music go to their respectiv creators and owners!

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Tally Marks

Note: This one is uncompleted, but I’m thinking or continuing it at some point.

     Cling!

     The familiar sound from the front door made me look up from my current work. I’m greeted by a familiar face.

     The man had been coming in every other week or so for the same tattoo. He always had me to some black tally marks. The number of marks was usually pretty low, around two or three marks at a time. Once in a while he would want me to do a fairly big amount. The largest number he’s asked me to do was about ten, but that’s if I’m remembering correctly.

     “I’ll be right with you Jason. I just have to finish the outline of this sleeve.

     “No problem, Alex. I can wait.” Jason replied, sitting down on one of the cherry wood colored leather couches by the door.

     As I worked, I could feel Jason staring at the back of my neck. I turned my head to look at him and gave him a bright smile, saying, “Just a few more minutes.”

     Jason’s bright green eyes widened and he turned his head to the window next to him. Was he blushing? No. It has to just be my imagination running around again. 

     I let out a soft giggle and turn back to my canvas. She was a new one and had asked me to do a full sleeve of a koi pond. Unfortunately, she had another appointment in about an hours, so I would only be able to do the outline.

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Escape

Note: This is probably the first short story I ever wrote. I also think that this is one of the short stories that led my mom to helping me figure out my sexuality (Grey Asexual-Pansexual). So, thanks Momma! I hope you guys like this one as much as I did when I first wrote it.

     A world where your soulmates name is written on your wrist seems pretty strange, right? Not for me. Your soulmate is supposed to love you whole-heartedly, right? No, not for me. 

     When I met him, I thought that my world couldn’t get any better. I was right about that part at least. My world, it could only get worse. For our first date he took me to his house. As soon as that door opened, I knew what kind of man he really was. He was a man who only loved a woman for her curves. A man who thought the woman, was the one who was lucky enough to have him. A man who believed he was king. 

     To think, that a man like this, was to be my soulmate. My one-and-only. I didn’t want this. I never wanted this. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape his suffocating clutches. That was, until, I met her. In her eyes, those beautiful eyes, I could see that she was someone who would truly care about her soulmate. 

     As my tired eyes took in her beauty, her figure, her bright, kind aura, I spotted the writing on her wrist. That name, it was something that gave me a new hope. On her wrist, was my name. My name, in beautiful, black, flowing cursive letters.

     Then, I felt a sharp pain on my wrist, exactly where his name was written. I lifted my arm to see something that made tears of joy start flowing. The name on my wrist that I thought I would have never been able to escape, it changed, to her name. 

     Looking up at her, I started running, calling out her name over and over gain until I finally managed to embrace her. 

     Looking down upon the trembling woman who had just run into her, she said, “Can I help you?” I looked up at her, with tear filled eyes, and showed her my wrist. Then, she smiled. Oh God, she smiled down at me and embraced me back, kissing the top of my head softly. 

     I smiled as I felt her soft lips forming the words, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

     I had finally escaped the demon, and found my angel.

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Get ready for some spam because I’ve decided to post some stuff from two of my old journals. Some might be a bit cringy, but some are okay. I hope you like them!

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Reminder to self:

Start working on a story about a space colony. A young man (who is also a doctor) is found in a damaged escape pod. He and the first mate start developing a relationship, but the captain (who is the first mates cousin) gets jealous and frames the doctor for murder with poison. 

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Sea of Song

The wind danced a waltz through her thick, wavy hair

The sea breeze filled her lungs with its soft scent

And the salt posed for their portrait on her dark, long lashes

The cries of the birds circling above filled her ears with a music few enjoyed

The birds were her woodwinds,

The waves, her percussion,

The dolphins, her flutes,

The sea was her melody,

And the sky was her harmony

The balanced each other, like all things should be

Without the sea and the sky, she didn’t know how she’d be able to go on

The pirates and sailors kept wanting to catch her ear

The other sirens, they wanted just to catch her and have their fun

She did not want them though

The only thing she truly loved, and would ever love, was her own world

The sea, the sky, 

The melody, the harmony,

The music made by the orchestra,

That was her world, as it would forever be

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Fear

What are you scared of? What do you fear?

Is it the feeling of death? Or maybe, Death himself?

Perhaps you fear the god? Or, the gods?

Perhaps, it is nothing you fear.

No, not that you are fearless, no.

Perhaps you fear that you are nothing, or maybe the feeling of nothing? It is quite terrifying. Trust me, I know.

Tell me, what do you truly fear?

Is it the hollow shell you will someday become?

Or is it, everything?

No, not that you are terrified of everything, no.

It is the fear that everything is going to hurt you. That, someday, the noise and feelings will become too much. 

Perhaps you fear others? Or maybe, you fear yourself.

The fear of oneself, is, to me, the worst fear of all.

It is, you could say, a fear that is inescapable.

The only way to escape oneself, is by facing every other fear.

You must face death, and even Death himself.

You must face nothing and everything.

And, in the end, you may have to face one of three fears.

The fear of the gods above.

The fear of the god above.

Or, you will forever face the fear of nothing.

Now, tell me, are you afraid?

You must be, for fear, it is the only thing that will let you survive.

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This is my entry for a DTIYS/WTIYS made by an artist in Instagram that goes by @calicot-zc It is for one of her OC’s named Yvne who is the human embodiment of social media. I hope you guys enjoy my first post! And if you would like to see this over on Instagram, my account is @sdm-art.