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H vs. the End of the World by cometssoup, literature

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H vs. the End of the World

Harold observed each of the bodies with an impertinent inquisition, much to the annoyance of Miss Hemshaw. It wasn’t necessarily the bodies that annoyed him, but the idea of bodies being preserved in glass casing resounded a jumpy fear in his stomach. They all went here, that was simply how life went. And someday, thought Harold spitefully, I’d end up here too. He kept his hand pressed against the cool glass on one pod--partly for the sake of curiosity, partly because this one caught his interest--a body belonging to a woman named Serlia Maver who died young, at twenty-three. Head sumps, a common interstellar disease. Her eyes we

Rose Weasley and the Tesseract Quartet (HP) by cometssoup, literature

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Rose Weasley and the Tesseract Quartet (HP)

It was an unassuming day at Hogwarts, which, considering all that there was to know about this school it wasn’t exactly self-effacing in the light of muggles. It was already beginning to settle into the fluttery snowiness brought with late-December days—normal enough for muggles, thought Rose—the premises already filmed in a fresh layer of white snow, reminding her all too well of the Dark Arts Defense (admittedly, Basics for Beginners) book she should’ve been reading and the family she deeply missed. Professor Brocklehurst paced anxiously at the front of the room, waving around her beaker of some potion through her w

Volatile Magicians, Romance, and Mixed Magics by cometssoup, literature

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Volatile Magicians, Romance, and Mixed Magics

It was a particularly gray, things-to-do sort of morning, when children were beginning to fall into the whirl of mundaneness that September brought: school, frumpily unfitting uniforms, and a fair share of scoldings to do homework. The aroma of fresh bread from Montirasi’s seized into the autumn breeze contrasted wonderfully with the warmth of dawn’s colors; leaves already shifting into yellows and peachy oranges, reminding Elsa all too well of the canned tuna she should’ve fed Luna that morning. She tried to dispel the thought as she picked her way along the cobbled thoroughfare with Nathaniel, knowing there were far more i

The Many Charmed Lives of Mr. Hush by cometssoup, literature

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The Many Charmed Lives of Mr. Hush

There was a wizard in her bedroom. Ebba sniffed and wrinkled her nose as the smell of oranges piqued at her nostrils, its tang-colored smell lifting her from the bedsheets into the calamity of morning rise. The wizard knew the smell would become the only thing she’d flutter open an eye to, which, unfortunately, left her no choice but to become intimately acquainted with his games. However, Ebba wasn’t laughing this time. She was never one for the wizarding sorts anyways, and especially not that godforsaken, headache inducing, prickly, out-of-control thing they called magic. Nonetheless, she roused and rubbed at her eyes, groanin

dukes of the stratosphere by cometssoup, literature

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dukes of the stratosphere

cigarette-hipped and calling bounty silver of snow crunching beneath Timberlands mountain smudged in man’s imperfect vision of manmade and purpled mornings, spinning a wool of sighs and blankets beneath lonely night time coffees. “eleanor?” “i think i love you.” she bears a collection of feathers and apologies in every curl— in the cracks of hazel eyes, in the soft bones she bared, she is not a something of poetry but reeked imagery out the lips which wept. infinities hold close to home, tugging tight to the ends of earrings. She is a spinning dancer which racked with vibration, and never mind to stop

to a god by cometssoup, literature

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to a god

to which, the preacher will tell her why. she is tight-lipped, 18, and teething with womanhood. tired-eyes and slipping into the teenaged state of nevermindliness. she listened with irises pulled back to the stars of the dim office and hands that could not keep still for the life of gods everywhere ready to grab the moon— to which he would answer with her heart ripped open with inquisition: “Simply because there is one.” and (our darling, foul-mouthed preacher?) would explain how he basked in the presence of the nascent of utmost godliness, his heart pounding louder than the earth human kindly walked. to which he would

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H vs. the End of the World by cometssoup, literature

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Rose Weasley and the Tesseract Quartet (HP) by cometssoup, literature

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Rose Weasley and the Tesseract Quartet (HP)

Volatile Magicians, Romance, and Mixed Magics by cometssoup, literature

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Volatile Magicians, Romance, and Mixed Magics

The Many Charmed Lives of Mr. Hush by cometssoup, literature

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The Many Charmed Lives of Mr. Hush

dukes of the stratosphere by cometssoup, literature

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dukes of the stratosphere

to a god by cometssoup, literature

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cometssoup

Apr 6, 2014

being active

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Grrr, I hate myself for not being very active on DA-- I never really stopped writing, although I've been focusing more on prose than poetry and practicing queries for publication. But since spring break is coming up (finalllly) I'll be able to critique more and talk with people more on DA... I'm not ignoring anyone, I swear, just--school. Bleh. After summer vacation I'll be filling out college apps, and I need to make sure all my grades and everything is set in order beforehand and not let the interwebs (cough, tumblr) become a distraction. I recently wrote a little 'anthology' of unfinished science fiction pieces and prose (belowww), and I

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Dec 12, 2013

Something...

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Honestly, I haven't been on much -- but I'm trying to be. I'm really sorry for replying late on things, though I promise to try to be more active. School is... nerve-wracking, to say the very least. I haven't been writing poetry much, but I've been practicing prose a lot, er, maybe too much. Watching Ghibli movies. Reading, reading, rereading. Doing more school work. God, my life is boring. Pssst, you should really check out this piece here... (I need to catch up on my poetry, but I thought this was gorg.)