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Food for the Soul

There were once two sisters who lived together with their large family. Every year they came together to remember the people they've lost. They remembered all their deceased relatives and friends, even pets. They called this time the Ghost Festival. This festival lasted for one whole month. During this time, the door between the two worlds opened, allowing ghosts to come back and visit the living. To honor the spirits, families would leave out food for them. They wanted them to live happily in the next world. The last thing you want is a hungry ghost coming back and haunting you.
Perhaps this was why they moaned, thought one of the sisters.

ShamelessI remember my first blót well. It was Midsummer of last year, a simple ritual followed by three rounds of toasts, boasts and oaths. I was still new to the Heathen Hall, not yet an oathbound member and not a familiar face to several who could only make it out to the larger gatherings. We stood in what seemed like a huge circle, toasting the gods of the Northern Tradition, passing a horn brimming with homemade mead. I watched and listened, trying to piece together the group’s expectations, chancing a glance at the children playing in the other side of the yard, watching Loki watching them. Of course he was there… but, I

WiH Ch. 1 pt. 3 - Rowan

Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.
- Proverbs 4:23

She watched her sister pace back and forth in front of her in anger. Rayne was practically making a rut in the ground from going back and forth so much. It seemed this was all she did nowadays, especially after Rayne had started working for the Devil himself. Around them were the sturdy marbled walls of their home - a large palace-like building with lavish furniture and decorations. Even though the three have lived here for quite sometime, it still all felt so unfamiliar to Rowan.

Next to Rayne was Caedes, Rayne’s boyfriend of sorts

Never Alone“How do you comfort a grieving god?”

The question has haunted me for well over a year, and I am precious little closer to unlocking the answer than I was at that time. The devotional project has helped me come to terms with certain aspects of it, but it has not made the lessoning any easier. If anything, it has brought my inner conflicts into harrowing focus.

My first response is always an upwelling of compassion, an urge to love the grieving ones through the experience of their pain. Memories of my counseling professor whisper comforting words like “empathy” and “active listening,” things that work pe

SaffronThe scent of cinnamon fades as we walk towards the distance, passing the gardens and the carefuly constructed waterfalls. The night is full of spice and delicate flowers, the air heavy with blossoming scents and pollen that stains our robes.

"Have you brought me to this place to test my mettle, or to present me with a butterfly" I wonder, but we walk on silently into the ever cooler night, away from the lights and towards the edge of the garden, a hedge lit up by candles made of beeswax. At the gate cast from iron you stop, look for your silver key and I hear a click in the lock. The door swings open, not making a sound, and we step outside

EaldwimorNú teleþ hyt án géar þonne wé blíðe wǽron, éac siex mónaþas þonne wé ne má gesprǽcon, éac þonne ic geléafde þæt ic þé ne lufode, and nú þonne ealwyht gǽð tó ende, mæg ic ánlice mé wundrian hwǽþer ic riht wǽre. Hæbbe ic rihtlice geþóht þonne ic hygde þæt ic fordwínennes þé meahte forgíetan? Cúþe ic ágenlice forgíetan þonne ic módláþ behýdde? Hér ic georne wylle eftweard cierran, ne wandrede ic, ne wǽre ic eallán and módcearig ; scyle ic þé forþfeohtan, éac þé forþwealdan, meahte ic þé forgíetan. Ac ic ne mæg, ánlice mót ic geb

Everlasting Shoresi can hear them calling. that soft tremble of silver bells. they're drifting on the wind,
like whispering souls calling from somewhere beyond your deepest dreams.
their beauty not of this world. its purity unchallenged.

a single tear of happiness travels down my cheek as i remember a day long ago.
a memory still so fresh, i only have to reach out and touch it. light, as swift as a
dragonflies wing dances before my closed eyes. it trembles and fades,
like a melody too fragile for life.

no colours could describe them. elegant as they were in their unrivalled beauty.
armour and gowns crafted with the light of stars. ski

The Tale of Zelgo Prologue Greetings mortals, I am the master observer. I am not your "god," I simply watch and observe different planets. Your planet gave me something interesting and I am here to tell you the tale of chaos, destruction, defeat, love, and triumph that I observed. Although I must warn you, this tale is not for the faint of heart. There is a deity named Zalgo. He is the one who waits behind the wall to bring the end of your planet. He will do this by opening his seventh mouth whose song shall end it all. But, safeguards were set forth on your planet to prevent Zalgo from coming to Earth to sing the song of destruction. There are a total of six, five on earth and one in another dimension. Zalgo attempted to send his legions to destroy these safeguards, but they all failed to do so. After these series of failures, Zalgo gained a new idea.

"WHERE IS DIALTUS?!!!" Zalgo roared as he stormed through his palace.
"I am here my lord. What do you wish

Post mortem."That was heaven. You've ruined it."

Unknown Story: pt nine

I woke in the morning to see I was in Tyler bedroom still, and sitting up in bed a bit. My head was spinning, the fever never broke at all, and I was very sick looking now. I look at the clock by the bed, seeing the time, and realize I was going to be late for work. I got out of bed, getting dress as fast as I can, and walking out of the room without passing out. I headed downstairs to see Jewel in the kitchen making breakfast, I sneak pass her getting the door, and leaving the house without her knowing I was leaving. I walk to my car, looking up to see Tyler out feeding the horses in the tractor, and I try to keep my head together as I walk

The First Civilization MythIt is said that an ancient race, called the First Civilization, once inhabited this world, appearing as gods to the humans they created and guided. These beings, human in figure, advanced in knowledge, terrible in power, created fantastic cities, the like of which have never been seen again on this planet. Their time, one of terrible war, was a period of chaos; a dystopia.
The First Civilization (also known as the Precursors) used the humans as domestic laborers. Eventually, ignorant and fearful, the humans rebelled. The Precursors had terrible power in the form of the pieces of Eden, fantastical artifacts that could control the minds of the

Lost soul ch 2Lost soul ch 2

The rain was still pouring, Kai was walking ahead of me. The rain made me remember when I was alive, it was my favorite weather. Max and I used to... I shook my head, "no i will not think of that double crossing bastard." I thought. "Hey." Kai said. Snapping me out of my trace. "We are almost there." I nodded. That was a pretty short walk. We arrived on Golden Oak street, "that's where Jennie lives!" I thought. Jennie was one of my good friends when I was alive. I asked Kai, "Do you know who Jennie Michelson is?" He nodded, "I think so, the name sounds familiar. I think I have maths with her, why?" "She was a good friend, and

Gods' War Part 16 Gods’ War
Part16
By WolfMessenger

Dots begin to connect as our story starts to come together.

Flame voice became hoarse as he fought back the emotion clawing at his soul. “She said she’d come back!” he huffed, “She promise to return to me. GAH! If she didn’t have to care about others the way she did…. We could’ve been happy. My dear Delilah…. We could’ve been together. ” Flame was beginning to turn frantic, and of all the things Shi thought he felt towards Flame he never thought he would feel like this. He pitied him. Flame took a deep breath to calm him

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Thanatos

by ~diamondie, Jul 2, 2009, 10:42:30 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Spiritual & Occult

In the end, God created singularity.

Thanatosby ~diamondie

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Spiritual & Occult

©2009-2013 ~diamondie

If you think you've seen this Deviation before, it's probably because you already have (with a different preview picture, one that was completely black, and it was titled Eschatos). This is for a six-word story contest where you have to create a preview picture as well, and either one of them is allowed to be something you've already submitted.

While I quite liked the black preview picture, I'm also pretty fond of this shot. It's not so easy to illustrate the creation of singularity in a meaningful way...

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*deep-thought-design Aug 5, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

An interesting interpretation of the end of all things.

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~Dimager Jul 3, 2009

Thought awakening concept - fine piece

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~Djoseph Jul 3, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Classic.

Good luck with the competition.

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!psychosushi Jul 3, 2009

Interesting concept, the words can be interpreted many ways.

Both the words and image have a very charming depth to their simplicity.

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~diamondie Jul 3, 2009 Professional Writer

Wow, thank you. It's always wonderful when someone seems to get the same thing out of a piece that you get as the author!

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