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Story based around the lyrics of 'Jane Doe' by Within Temptation www.youtube.com/watch?v=kE3SGW…
It's a hopefully unique look on a set of lyrics which, to me, are very versatile in their meaning. It could probably have been longer, but I kept it as short as I could, as requested. I might get around to fleshing it out some day.
Mature Content for one or two sweary words.
Stars In Her EyesShe used to be mum’s little angel, and daddy’s little girl,Stars In Her Eyes by Avatar-720
And she’d live every day and play in her own little world.
When daddy was working she’d hold mummy’s hand and walk to school,
And she’d be first through the gate, never late to class, as a rule.
And the stars in her eyes were half again as large as the size of her, heart.
Playing princess in the playground it was clear she was meant for the part.
Surrounding herself with friends
Oh how she wished that the fun wouldn’t end,
She’d grow up to be someone someday
But for now she threw her cares away.
She used to be mum’s little angel, and daddy’s little girl,
Until that day she still clearly remembers shattered her, world.
She heard mummy say she’d had enough, she couldn’t take any more of this;
A plate hit the front door as it slammed; next time, daddy said, I won’t miss.
And the tears in her eyes were about as large as the pieces of her, heart
Ode to TreeWe breathe your airOde to Tree by Avatar-720
And build with your bones,
And in your arms
Some make their homes.
You give us much
Yet we take much more,
Taking for granted
All we should be thankful for.
I wish to start again –
Between us and you;
Will I waste part of you;
We rely on you more
Than we think we do.
Yet despite all these words,
And our starting afresh,
I find myself tracing DickButt
Onto a page of your flesh.
Belief in PerfectionI didn’t believe in perfection.Belief in Perfection by Avatar-720
I believed in perception of that which surpassed the norm and entered an exalted realm of beauty, but that nothing could be without flaw.
Tell me, have you ever been proved so wrong in something that you feel ashamed for even holding that misguided opinion in the first place? As if all this time the rose you held so close to yourself was but a weed?
We once believed the Sun rose and well according to the will of Gods, and that we commanded the very stars themselves from the throne around which they danced in shimmering homage. Looking back, such belief was understandable; the answers were far from beneath our noses.
It is when one’s foolish beliefs can be extinguished by merely opening one’s eyes that the feeling of shame is justified.
I once scorned those who wet their cheeks with tears brought about by a gallery or fine art.
The agony of weeping before perfection - weeping before that which you fought against the existence of, weeping
Jane DoeShe never asked for his name, and neither did he ask hers. It was a most intimate business conducted in complete anonymity. It didn’t matter to him, anyway; in the end they both got what they wanted. The bartering in the middle was simply professional foreplay. If there was anything Julian was good at it, it was professional foreplay.Jane Doe by Avatar-720
His hairy left arm dangled down the side of the low bed, scraping the coarse carpet with the tips of his knuckles. A cigar smouldered between two fingers, adding the scent of tobacco to that of posh perfumes that preyed on his nose like a hungry predator looking for its next meal. Long, lacquered black nails scratched red grooves across his bare chest as slender fingers ventured into the dense forest of hair. Beneath a sheet barely thick enough to be translucent, their legs were intertwined; her lithe limbs coiled around his chiselled calves like a serpent around its prey.
Julian glanced over to the polished wooden table at the far side of the room.
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It's been a pretty tough, hectic, and eye-opening couple of months, to say the very least. I won't go into why, but a condensed version could be that I found myself ready to give right up before I discovered one final reason to keep going, and that reason is why I'm still here today, able to write this and do what I've done to get here.
Soppy stuff out of the way, I say I'm only 'sort of' back because I'm not going to be dedicating nearly as much time to dA as I used to (and even that wasn't much), and I'll only be posting the occasional collection of the latest stuff I've vomited up, maybe an excerpt or a short every blue moon.
In any case, I'm taking this time off to focus on restoring myself. This doesn't mean I won't keep writing, but it does mean that tweaking what I write and posting it to dA for advice is going to take a backseat, as currently I couldn't care less about the quality, I care about just writing it. Criticise that outlook if you must, but in all honesty, I don't give two shits. Most of what I write for a while will probably just be helping me keep going and just getting things out in some form or another, and that's all I want from it.