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Anyone want to? I'm up for just about anything, so if you want to roleplay, let me know ^^

(please, I'm horrendously bored at the moment)
A dreadful hum roused the air, its melancholy gorgeousness staining the world a sullen shade of grey. Against the bleakness, a single, sanguinary rose budded and bloomed. Ever dreary, but lovely just the same.
Snaking forward and labyrinthine, a path of worn stones and rotted stems paved the way through the soulless darkness that enveloped all but a single patch of heaven’s somber glow. Vibrant emerald shades illuminated beautifully, shattering even the dullest, dankest ideals of their surroundings. A trickling stream darted between the tallest stalks of fern and the reddest berry bushes, gracing every inch with its crystal waters, where just beyond the light it ran a truly bitter blue.
From within the sorrowful hum of loss and regret rose a tune of awful, rugged beauty. Wild as the roses, yet tame as the beasts, it blighted any and all that was tainted within. A lyrical ballad traced to the lips of a single nymph, and it was he, who spoke of life and love, holding the light in his own two hands. Though worn and cut, it seemed only fit that such giving hands could decide not only the fate of himself, but the fate of eternity. Only life or death would remain, though he knew that neither could be without the other. Such a beautiful lie, born of flowers and their thorns.
And the song ceased.
“Yes?” A gentle, blissful voice of speech, yet incomparable still to the lyrics which he sang.
“The oleander and nightshade grew back…” With the apologetic features of a canine, the young female bowed her head, an expectation of punishment hanging dark and low around her quaking frame.
“That’s all right. It may be irrepressible.” Bowing his head in return, the unclothed nymph gazed calmly into her tear-lined eyes. “They’re quite pretty, the flowers...I only worry for you. Hungry as you may grow, the last thing I would want would be for you to poison yourself with nightshade berries. They look like blueberries, yes?”
“Yes…they…they do…”
“So, promise me; until we’ve contained them, only eat the apples and the raspberries.” Extending a relaxed hand, he brought forth a lamb’s ear leaf to wipe away her sorrows.
“Yes.” Though the tears no longer flowed, her tone still dripped with worry.
“You’ll be fine, darling Evelyn. Just let Sephtis know.”
“I will.” After a vigorous nod, she darted on her slender, graceful legs into the ferns and between the trees, her form becoming nothing more than a blotch of pink and green against the dimming sunlight and undergrowth.
Though the sun began to set, Salem only held the light closer, his mouth ajar in a desperate song…a last attempt. The wilted rose bed at his grass-stained feet perked, simply to fall again. Raspberries reddened, but the crimson didn’t remain. Apples still grew from the limbs of the trees, but patches had rotted to brown. The world around him was devastatingly harrowed, even though the light shone brightly, even though his songs were sung tirelessly. Death still loomed, unstoppable and unforgiving.
“You’re crying…” a whispered voice murmured from the deepening shadows. An agonized grimace crossed Salem’s face, and his tears streamed freely as the green around him faded and wilted to an ugly, dead state of lost life.
“I’m sorry, Sephtis. I don’t mean for you to see me like this.” Gazing ashamedly back at the male nymph, he kept his fists tightly clenched. “I’m afraid I’m unable to save this grove…”
“The fault isn’t yours.” Cloaked frighteningly by the shadows which enveloped and trailed after him, Sephtis leered scornfully in return. “Death is inevitable, especially when they were so distanced from the water. There are other roses, other apple trees, other raspberry bushes. Don’t concern yourself with those that are doomed from the start.”
“We’re very different in that way, Sephtis. I am idealistic, and I understand my fault…but my heart longs endlessly to let everything live without struggle or pain. Even I cannot live up to my own wishes, but I’ll certainly do my best to lay out a peaceful life for those who cannot set the stones themselves.” His head hanging in humiliation and disappointment, Salem glowered somberly at the lifeless plants around him.
“Not idealistic. You’re foolish. A plant has no sentience. They don’t feel pain.”
“Then…I suppose that I feel the pain they cannot bear.” With a solemn tone, the nymph draped is vine-wrapped black hair over one shoulder, his bleak, dead green eyes showing nothing but the misery he bore…towards himself, his garden…he knew he wasn’t worthy of the light.
“You waste your breath when I don’t listen.” Bluntly, Sephtis shook his head, before turning and trudging back through the trees and the bushes…the flowers and the ferns…and Salem knew they all neared death. So, he sang louder, clearer, and lovelier than ever before. The feathered few in the branches chirped along, and the melody of loss, love, and life echoed endlessly through the light and the dark.
But it was all for naught. As morning’s true light seeped through the densest branches of the trees and thickest gatherings of the vines, Salem’s voice faded from the air. The stream’s cool waters ran thick and red. Ferns and roses drooped, their stems a sickly brown and petals turning quickly. Nightshade berries stained the grass purple, and blood stained it red. Evelyn sprinted, frightened, frantic, disbelieving. Her eyes were glazed, lips dry…and her ears searched…desperately waiting and wishing for song to greet them. Dampened, the riverbed stained her feet red…and there he lay, pierced by thorns, a trail of purple leading from his scarlet lips. Milky, green eyes greeted her own…with less life than they had ever had before.
“Salem…” Barely a whisper, her voice was choked by anguish. Somberly, Sephtis loomed over her, brushing a cold hand down her trembling shoulders.
“I’m afraid, we are born of glass and gold, made beautiful, but fragile. We shine clear and brilliant, only to be tainted by the nightshade’s staining lust.”
Garden of the Grim (short story)
So, this was based off of this poem: Garden of the Grim
And I'm writing a novel-type story based off of this. So...
Lots of inspiration from this idea, I guess.
I had originally written this story for a contest, but missed the deadline, so it's exactly 1000 words based on the contest's guidelines, so the chapter book definitely goes into a lot more detail, and I'll be uploading that as I work on it (probably)
Name: Karalyn Marie
B-Day: August 1st
Gender: Female
Height: 5'1" 
Weight: it goes back and forth between 187-192
Innie/Outie: Innie
Hair Color: Brown with an orange patch I dyed. (used to be red)
Eye Color: Grey
Occupation: Student
Medical Issues: TMJ, tendonitis, panic disorder, vitamin D deficiency...and a lot of other things I could never even list.
Do You...

Cut Yourself: No
Dance: Rarely
Like Politics: It's not that I like's more like I just have a lot of strong opinions.
Like Guys: Hell no.
Like Girls: Yah. 
Have Large Breasts: Yeah. 36D. I hate them.
Have Big Hips/Butt: Very much so.
Have A Long Penis: No, sorry to dissapoint. (It would make shit easier, though)
Shave: Occasionally (armpits once every 2 days...legs...when I feel like it)
Shower Everyday: Hell yeah.
Have A Dirty Mind: May face may be straight, but there is some hardcore gay porn behind my eyes.
Like (Any Kind Of) Sex: Sure.
Like Cuddling: Always. Yes. 

Which Do You Prefer? Choice One/Two, Both, Or Neither

Coke Or Pepsi: Coke 
Popcorn Or Pizza: Pizza
Day Or Night: Night
Batman Or Spiderman: Neither
Metal Or Screamo: Metal (screamo scares me... ^^; )
Goths Or Emos: Both are gorgeous.
Makeup Or Accessories: Makeup (I'm good at it...)
Black Or White: Black
Heads Or Tails: Tails
Mortal Kombat Or Street Fighter: Neither

Penis Or Vagina: Have to say vagina.
Pads Or Tampons: Pads 
Alcohol Or Drugs: Neither

Journal Or Diary: Journal
Ecchi Or Hentai: Uh...hentai? No clue what Ecchi is
Fast Or Workout: workout. I need food.
Greeks Or Romans: I have very strong opinions on this subject and have done multiple projects, but the Romans were just high-horsed Greek copycats with big heads. So. Greeks.
Shaved Or Unshaven Penis/Vagina: Really don't care, but scientifically it's better for your vagina to be unshaved, since the hair protects against irritation and friction...and I'll stop taking now. I'm probably freaking you out.
Bed Or Couch: Why would you make me pick something like that?
Cake Or Cookies: Cookies
Strawberry Or Cherry: strawberry
Panties Or Thongs: Panties
Cartoons Or Anime: Anime
Internet Or TV: Internet!
Facebook Or Twitter: Neither.
Text Or Sext: Why not both?
Pink Or Yellow: Neither. I don't like pink...nothing against yellow, but I'm just a bit green-yellow
Smile Or Stoic: smile
Dominant Or Submissive: I don't know. I'm really aggressive with, like, sparring in Tae Kwon Do, but with people I'm basically rolling over. Unless I have opinions.

IPhone Or Android: Neither? Never dealt with either. Have to say, nook sucks, though.
Yuri Or Yaoi: Yaoi, though I have no clue how to pronounce it. 
Dive Or Canon-Ball: canon-ball. I will splash you. And I can't dive.
Cats Or Dogs: Kitty-cat
Fantasy Or Sci-Fi: sci-fi

Would You:
Drink Hot Sauce: no thanks.
Eat A Dog: Fuck no.
Adopt An Orphan: Yes. 
Kill Someone: No
Have Sex With Your Gf/Bf: If I had one.
Go Down On A Guy/Girl: Sure. Why not?
Give Someone A Lap Dance: No thanks.

Kiss A Guy: Neh.
Kiss A Girl: Sure
Get High: No.
Get Drunk: Nah, I'll always be the designated driver.
Wear A Maid Outfit: Sure. 

Wear Latex: No.

Favorite lines from songs:
"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death, and good god, let me give you my life." -Take me to Church by Hozier

Insults you have been called:

Dumbass, fuckhead, shithead, bitch-tit and anything of that nature. Mostly by my best friend.

Some of your goals:

I'd like to be an author. And maybe escape prison (school)

Are you gay/bi/trans/pan/etc? If so, how did you become aware of it?

I'm a lesbian. I was kind of unsure of my sexuality, and then I dated a guy and it just wasn't my thing.

Who do you want to answer these questions?
I have no
Buddy and Renshaw by mossycat101
Buddy and Renshaw
What did I choose to do with my new ability to draw people kissing? (discovered here: Well...) I chose evil and sadness.

These are my two characters Buddy and Renshaw, in which Renshaw had fallen in love with Buddy, only to be abused mentally and physically. Happy, right? I'm sorry.
Well... by mossycat101
My friend asked if I could draw people kissing. Apparently I can, kind of. I ended up drawing two of my characters, Pierce and Ethan, since she loves them so much ^^;


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I'm a writer at heart, what more can I say?

Favourite genre of music: Alternative
Favourite style of art: Anime
Personal Quote: "Oh my God! The starfish-eater-fish-fish has my finger!!!"
Anyone want to? I'm up for just about anything, so if you want to roleplay, let me know ^^

(please, I'm horrendously bored at the moment)

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XxMsCreeperFeaturexX Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Kara, you can't die on me like that. It's rude and illegal now 
mossycat101 Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Sorry! My dad wanted me to do something, then I was making a Christmas present for my friend.
XxMsCreeperFeaturexX Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Aw thats sweet! But no dying for you. 
mossycat101 Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
R3D-riding-hood Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2014
Thank u for the fave!
Polynesiangirl Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the Llama badge! :)
mossycat101 Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No problem. And thank you, too!
Nerdy-Butterfly Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
sry its taking so long to reply on the other one. I'm still typing ^^;
mossycat101 Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
It's okay.
xGeneral-Bonniex Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Did you go through the comment problem too?
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