scarredsodeep

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When we are witches by scarredsodeep, literature

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When we are witches

We shall have to dance naked at midnight, when we are witches, every solstice. The beach grass will whip around our ankles, stinging, coarse grains of sand between bare toes. When we are witches, all the old rituals will be observed: We will have high tea in our teeming garden, poppies and wildflowers spilling across the stones, sipping from elegant mismatched teacups, even our crystal-cut sugar bowl tasting of salt, the dented silver tea tray leading a double life as our scrying glass. We shall have a twiggy broom leaning always beside our painted door, dried bundles of herbs and half-enchanted ephemera (brass thimbles and hand-plotted chart

corpse-gall by scarredsodeep, literature

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corpse-gall

the taste of dirt on your tongue: a corpse’s mouth. Clashing thunderous hollow teeth and dry grey tongues. The maiden sleeping soundly on the slab, earthy fingers probing her lips, seeking entry. Dry bones rustle, bogey-men moan; torn and filthy mouths feeding at your own. How erotic, a heartbeat. How novel, a lover’s sleeping sigh. Lay with me in the mausoleum tonight. maggots and gadflies, that carnivorous song sung by the things that hatch in your womb, soft and crawling. the things we give birth to under the ground! Come down, come all the way down. rest in peace with me tonight. eat earth. chew soil. drink life. Come and sl

Hairy Harlow by scarredsodeep, literature

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Hairy Harlow

Oh Harlow, you hairy mother, you lover of things lost and abused, did you think you were the first to consider contact comfort? Hardly a day passes the hirsute masses don't call out for a kiss a caress a kind word soothing their sad whimpers in the night. Arms around, he expounds, for a bouncing baby boy gleaming spit on his chin, shit held politely in, never late for supper, never disrespecting Mother. Poor Harlow, you lonely mama's boy, you damaged admirer of your own reflection. Matrons of wire press in on all sides and you're left alone to dry your eyes gnawing at a dry, dusty nipple. W

Panopticon by scarredsodeep, literature

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Panopticon

A round red eye, rolling. Their prison has an open door. At times, the distance doesn't seem so great; they run, jump, fall. It isn't clear if they think they'll gain the tower, their oppressor, or if instead falling to shatter on stones below has taken on its own luster of freedom. The secret of the prison is that it sees everything, is always watching. All around the ring the inmates go mad in silence, being stared into repentance, into purity. The great cleansing eye goes round and round and one by one, they break. Jump. Fall. Call it salvation.

We Haven't Even Scratched The Surface... by scarredsodeep, literature

Finding Religion by scarredsodeep, literature

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Finding Religion

The strings are showing. For a puppet-master he is ever so grim; one expects a clownish mastermind, making up in jollity what's lacking in sanity. But fate's founder bears a countenance today that is grey and pale. Dull, isn't it, for the unmoved mover? To spend every eternity just that: unmoved. Sitting still and still sitting. We can twist the strings together if we spin like spiders, tumbled together in a hazy embrace. His attention waxes and wanes, no different from any other moon. Quietly, now, let's climb—race you to the top. Whoever wins looks down on all creation.

Eskimo Fisherman Wins Award He Does Not Deserve by scarredsodeep, literature

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Eskimo Fisherman Wins Award He Does Not Deserve

Having caught not a single fish by honest means, but instead suffering an embarrassing incident involving ice, his manhood and an apparently adhesive stream of urine that burned as it passed, so cold was the air, our eskimo was forced to nefarious means, for he could not return to the village empty-handed, with nothing to show for himself but a frostbitten prick. It was not without embarrassment that he crept up on another fisherman, unsuspecting, squatting over his own hole in the ice, clubbed him about the head and made off with his catch. Deceived, they crowned him for it.

Giant Robots by scarredsodeep, literature

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Giant Robots

Sentinels of a long-dead iron age, they rust. The curse of the dreadnought robots was that the menial labor they could perform was never worth their cost. There were always smaller, cheaper machines, powered by men, who could do the jobs quicker, cleaner, just as fast. They were bigger, they were badder. Rarely were they better. So here they lie, husks of invention, a child's dream life-size. Multimillion dollar rust heaps laid up alongside unfashionable SUVs, their eco-unfriendly partners. Beside them in decay are vainglorious blueprints for their solar brothers, dreamed but never made. Marking graveyards of the twenty-second century.

Harold, We Might Be Gods by scarredsodeep, literature

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Harold, We Might Be Gods

Consciousness returns slowly, like swimming up a narrow shaft. Eyes bleary, it's hard to see—is something burning? Smoke, ash, cinders fluttering. Head heavy, rough, raw. Working your jaw, struggling, steadying yourself with ragged palms on the hot humming floor. The scattered scraps of the ritual—candles, herbs, books—spread across the marble in various states of immolation. Flex fingers, feel something surge. Something you can't look at straight on, something you can see from the corner of your eye only. Did it work? Eyes meet across the smoke and ash. "Harold," you say, voice straining, "we might be gods."

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Hairy Harlow by scarredsodeep, literature

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Hairy Harlow

Panopticon by scarredsodeep, literature

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Panopticon

We Haven't Even Scratched The Surface... by scarredsodeep, literature

Finding Religion by scarredsodeep, literature

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Finding Religion

Eskimo Fisherman Wins Award He Does Not Deserve by scarredsodeep, literature

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Eskimo Fisherman Wins Award He Does Not Deserve

Giant Robots by scarredsodeep, literature

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Giant Robots

Harold, We Might Be Gods by scarredsodeep, literature

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Harold, We Might Be Gods

Loki by scarredsodeep, literature

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Loki

Tell me, brother, how it is there on the top. Does their love, their admiration, their worship keep you warm? Or is Asgard as cold as what's without? If you were to tumble, if you were to fall, don't think I wouldn't welcome you with open arms. But you'd find things different where I walk, oh golden brother, my dearest one. High above us all, tangling with the heavens, crossing wires and shooting sparks, oh, you'd never sink so low. But if you're ever in the neighborhood nonetheless, darling brother, I pray you'll watch your step. Down here, I'm god.

Sherlock by scarredsodeep, literature

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Sherlock

Falling was a phenomenon he had some thoughts on, filed neatly into phyla and genera. The plummet towards impending earth a prime example. Tingling at fingertips, another suggestion: the voluminous mess of sensation that was John. Shy eyes, hand trembling on teacups, paper rustling across the table, his private morning sigh. Their knees, sometimes, brushing beneath. So much of what they were beneath the surface. Unrealized. Regret, now, in the last fleeting moments. A man of many ailments only he could cure, the limp only the first of them. Naturally death meant without him. Falling felt the same, both ways.

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Why Are You Digging That Hole? by scarredsodeep, literature

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Why Are You Digging That Hole?

To bury. To hide. To crawl in and die. To plant a tree. To part the earth. To cleave, to split the clay. To peel back the crust, the skin, the film, and see the center. To crawl back out of. To tunnel. To build. For the evidence. For the exercise. For the in-ground pool. For the conversation. For the sense of purpose. The sense of adventure. The sense of irretrievably passing time. To drive the shovel in, to thrust, to claim, to crumble. To own. To break. To create and to destroy with one action. To fill in again.

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About scarredsodeep

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Aug 23, 1989
United States
Deviant for 20 years
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I like to write.

Favourite Movies

Lord of the Rings. American Beauty. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Fight Club. 300. V for Vendetta.

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Cold War Kids. AFI. Neutral Milk Hotel. The Cure. Barenaked Ladies. And more!

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Palahnuik. Rand. Vonnegut. Tolkein. Homes. Danielewski. It goes on.

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scarredsodeep

Jul 5, 2012

100 words

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Working on a series of 100 word stories to try and revalue words. My prose has gotten really dense and over-wordy so I'm trying to relearn minimalist writing. Happily accepting prompts!

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scarredsodeep

Jul 14, 2010

Book tag!

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Book meme nicked from youliedanyway (https://www.deviantart.com/youliedanyway) Bold the books you've read COMPLETELY, italicize the ones you've read part of, and star ☆ the ones you honestly plan to read. Watching the movie or the cartoon doesn't count. Abridged versions don't count either. According to the BBC if you've read 7 of these, you are above the average! Total Completely Read: 17/100 oo1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen oo2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien oo3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë oo4. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - JK Rowling oo5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee oo6. The Bible oo7. ☆ Wuthering Heights - Emily Bront&#23

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scarredsodeep

Jul 6, 2010

Action Figure Inventory (just for fun!)

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It is, I feel, a symptom of my sickness that I find the following numbers discouragingly low. I keep asking myself, am I missing something?! Please let me be missing something! ACTION FIGURE TOTAL: 50 (51 if you count Brego independently! But why would you do that? He came as one contiguous being with Aragorn!) INCLUDED SUBCATEGORIES: MiniMates, Mighty Muggs, those little Marvel Squad guys, and this one that came in a little plastic ball from the greatest vending machine of all timemini action figures in plastic balls?! Come on! GENRE BREAKDOWN X-MEN: 24 (allowing that Deadpool counts as X-Men) LORD OF THE RINGS:  7 THE MATRIX: 2

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Mahatma-Lynx

Aug 23, 2019

Its been a while ...i still here formerly Alembic-Lynx hope you have a Happy Birthday , many many moons have passed since the old days ....Hope your married life is good and say hi to Haylz if you ever see her

happy birthday!

Thanks!

^w^

Wow apparently you still use your dA sometimes and it's not an embarassing relic like mine is? Glad I didn't take it down after all.

scarredsodeep

Jan 24, 2013

Yes, three postings in three years makes me quite an active member! I love your account and if you ever delete it I will tremor with fury. I LIKE relics of Shan.

Ashen-Frin

Nov 14, 2013

SECONDED! I'm glad you kept them. Never delete!!