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On The Threshold of Creation by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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On The Threshold of Creation

Daughter of Hecate, I was born upon the threshold of one year and the next: a tiny earthen creature, awash in a sea of stars. Too late did I remember Capricorn is the goat with the tail of a fish, and perhaps my legs were never meant to tread upon the earth. I've heard tell that Saturn is the harshest master, and will never be satisfied by words alone. In the beginning I was sure-footed as the goat who glitters in stars above me, ideas sprung full-grown from my head, as Athena born from Zeus Too late do I recall that prophecy foretold, Zeus' own creation would surpass even him. I'm still trying to puzzle out whether my own creation will

Cosmic Symphony by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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Cosmic Symphony

The notes build up deep within you burning at your core snaking through your veins until your skin hums red-hot with fire. They say the sun is hottest when you are just barely out of reach. It is there you shall ignite. But if I managed to slip past your blistering corona past the halo of light that surrounds you - and stroke your scorching surface would I find the right to burn with you? And maybe I could learn to play you like the instrument you are. Helios, god of the sun, your surface shudders with sound, melodious vibrations unfit for such ears as mine. Yet still I wonder what you would sound like

This Strange World That No Longer Contains You by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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This Strange World That No Longer Contains You

They say I'm like you. I hope they're right. They've been saying it for a long time. My parents always wonder how they ended up with such a polite, demure, sweet, pure little thing. Though of course you and everyone else know what a hellion I can be. But I certainly didn't get any of those aforementioned positive qualities from them. I have you to thank for those. You raised the entire family and handfuls of our friends. You are Grama to the entire town. But you're my Grama, (even if you're really my great-grandmother), and I was the lucky one out of all of us who seems to have taken after you. They tell me I'm positive. I'm strong. I'm re

the forest breathes for you by LadyofGaerdon, literature

Sehnsucht - The Winter Fae by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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Sehnsucht - The Winter Fae

Katie stormed out the front door about a minute after arriving home. Her parents were at it again. The argument had progressed to the point where neither one was making any effort to keep their voices down. It didn't matter that Katie had SATs to study for. There was no chance of that with her parents screaming their heads off about - what was it this time? Katie listened. Oh, God. The hairbrush. They're fighting about the hairbrush again. That was enough for Katie to slip back out to the porch, pull on her rollerblades and go. She didn't want to be here if the cops showed up again. Her friends liked to make fun of her for rollerbladin

Saltwater Veins by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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Saltwater Veins

We chased unfamiliar coastlines, crossed a continent of earth, abandoned Northwest shorelines like broken shells upon the beach; drove straight ahead, towards looming Atlantic, laid down roots in an East Coast state without a shoreline. But I missed my rocky beaches, crashing waves swirling sea-spray against wind-reddened cheeks, breathing life into salted lungs. So we chased the Atlantic northward, up the coast, snaking up Route One, a wending wave of rocky coastline. I leaned to touch the water, and it flowed fast from my fingers - 'til I turned, and the Atlantic chased me up the beach, caught me fast in its swell, froze me in place

It's Not About Fame by LadyofGaerdon, literature

Carving Constellations by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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Carving Constellations

Doctors carve out constellations, stitch star maps into my skin, a web of scars, a path to take to find myself again. My scars are sewn of haunted stars, constellations but half-drawn; ghosts of star-fire whispering words that fade out with the dawn. They took my rib from me, ground it up, reformed it, turned it into Eve; made a girl with my own name: a girl they say is me. My fragile face now hers, our spirit splintered, she stands for nothing I once stood for. Deep scars fade before their meanings are deciphered; yet more maps unfold to take their place. Every new cut, every new stitch remakes me into myself. To secure my spine, they c

The Promise by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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The Promise

You promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget. We climbed the tower stairs as the bell solemnly chimed. "If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed." You took my hand, we kissed our last, and off the edge we stepped. But you let go, so I alone, plunged into the night. But you promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget. So I wait for you now, my love, for I know you must regret Your eyes were flick'ring candles as you watched me die. "If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed." You'll see me there again, some night, waiting by the tower steps. You'll take my hand, I'll lead you up, up into the s

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On The Threshold of Creation by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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On The Threshold of Creation

Cosmic Symphony by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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Cosmic Symphony

This Strange World That No Longer Contains You by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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This Strange World That No Longer Contains You

the forest breathes for you by LadyofGaerdon, literature

Sehnsucht - The Winter Fae by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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Sehnsucht - The Winter Fae

Saltwater Veins by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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Saltwater Veins

It's Not About Fame by LadyofGaerdon, literature

Carving Constellations by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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Light Up Their Eyes: LadyofGaerdon by wyldhoney, journal

Light Up Their Eyes: LadyofGaerdon

Dec 31, 2012

:bulletyellow: Hello and welcome to the second article in the Light Up Their Eyes series, honouring the birthday of LadyofGaerdon (https://www.deviantart.com/ladyofgaerdon)! :thumb206952750: Known and loved for her work at DailyLitDeviations (https://www.deviantart.com/dailylitdeviations), Lit-Visual-Alliance (https://www.deviantart.com/lit-visual-alliance) and TalentedWritersGuild (https://www.deviantart.com/talentedwritersguild)she is, indeed, a Lady in the true meaning of the word! And don't just take my word for it; here's what others have to say about her: !LiliWrites (https://www.deviantart.com/liliwrites) LadyofGaerdon (https://www.deviantart.com/ladyofgaerdon) is a force of positivity here that the Lit community would be remiss to underestimate. Her comments are always helpful and honest, and se dedicates herself 100% to whatever project she decides to undertake. An

Weekly Lit Contest 1. 11/06 2012 + Winner by Liedy, journal

Weekly Lit Contest 1. 11/06 2012 + Winner

Jun 10, 2012

I'm terribly sorry for the delay and I hope you're still here with us. I'm glad to say we received over 40 entries this time, and that we had a rather difficult time separating between the best entries. We did however make it there eventually, and I'm very happy with our choice. Opening Contest Winner ~LadyofGaerdon (https://www.deviantart.com/ladyofgaerdon) "Light promises nothing to the broken - it merely illuminates the cracks." I'm delighted to announce that the winner of our opening contest is LadyofGaerdon (https://www.deviantart.com/ladyofgaerdon) with Daylight Forsaken http://fav.me/d3hszwm . Do your own writing a favor and read her piece. Do not just take my word for it when I say that it is beautiful.

The Ladies of Lit: Volume XXII by LadyLincoln, journal

The Ladies of Lit: Volume XXII

Jun 7, 2012

Welcome to volume twenty-two my Literature series, The Ladies of Lit! The premise here is simple. Below you will find an assortment of Literature features from a selection of female deviants here on DeviantART, all of them suggested by you. In this article, you will also find a variety of other things of interest, including: :bulletwhite: This article’s deviant spotlight: featuring the lovely LadyofGaerdon (https://www.deviantart.com/ladyofgaerdon). She has offered to answer a few questions as well, to tell us a bit about what inspires her writing and which piece in particular she favors. :bulletwhite: Additional information about our upcoming events, including a specia

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Purpose by oliviacolomar, literature

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Purpose

I don't know what caused your eyes to droop or the bottle of sleeping pills we had in the cabinet to disappear. Or do I know what caused the man who killed his wife to stab the one he swore "I do" to. But what I do know is the message twisted and fitted into our brains, that all things happen as they must, snap and fit like zippers and buttons. So maybe the bride, had cheated on her beloved or maybe she was crazy; and he was just helping her out. And maybe you were created to grab my heart and break it then mend it back together, all to let yourself go in the end.

AMM by gummyrabbit, literature

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AMM

I thought about distance as you slept on my shoulder Curled up, open mouthed, like a baby bird. I thought of walls between minds As I looked at your hand, scarred, blunt-nailed, Fingertips accidentally dropped to my sleeve. I want fiercely to protect you, unknown Familiar child. I want to stop being afraid And love the impulsivity The scar on your lip The small, compact body Everything you’ve ever done All of you.

deconstructing in your sighs by intricately-ordinary, literature

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deconstructing in your sighs

i it’s not like they said it would be easy. when you look at me open-mouthed and dewey-eyed, negligent; and your laughter slurs together like runoff sewage, and your voice is drowning in a certain kind of sadness, the one reserved for the faults we never asked for; and you sigh, heavy, like I am back sitting in your throat between your adam’s apple and the truths you dare not speak; you pity me. ii it’s that very same weakness which delivered me naked and trembling into the skin of a person I never was; pity does not require action, disappointment does not take away from the burning human need to overcome oneself. I&rsq

Beginning We End by bangingonkeyboards, literature

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Beginning We End

Him, in the very beginning: He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out. He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in

Broken by Vainamoinenian, literature

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Broken

It's broken. Like the vows We've sworn and pledged to each other, Our destinies are entwined together in a dance of mystery. Its pieces fell. Like the leaves of a blossoming tree, Our spirits burned and bloomed with passion, painting everything around red. Its masks shattered. Like our hearts, the sun was burning eternally upon our lives and it seemed that for Us no night ever existed. It's shredded into dust. Like

A Dream Defined by TristanCody, literature

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A Dream Defined

19th story in the 84th building. 10 figures speckled, ant like. Moldy arms reaching towards heaven with eyes drooping. City is lit up; smartphone'd beings sprawling street side. The dawn in the sewer. Crack-O-Doom, Jukebox-hotspot power bombs pregnant with cola-driven American warfare. Manhattan battered across the broad-cast. Dense. Confused. Sudden Wake: the lights are still on in my brain.

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Tragic Beauty by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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Tragic Beauty

I remember lying in my hospital bed at the physical rehabilitation facility, far too many years ago, staring at a picture of a little girl. Someone had brought it in for me, though I didn't remember who or why. In the picture she was wearing shorts, and leaning to feed bread to the ducks gathered around her. I stared at the little girl's legs and cried. She was beautiful. "I broke you," I whispered to her. "I'm so sorry I broke you. I never meant to. Please, forgive me." And she did, of course. But I'm not sure if that made it better or worse. There was a poet staying in the room next to me. He was a brain trauma patient, unlike me. For so

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The Ballad of Serenity by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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The Ballad of Serenity

A nightingale in a birch nearby, sang a song that made her cry. "Another note and I shall die!" Her threat was met with no reply. And so she rested by the stream, and heard the crickets softly dream. She watched the cattails kiss the stars, believing heaven not so far. "And here is where I shall be free," whispered fair Serenity. The orphaned child, the strange young girl born into an ancient world. No elegance or skill had she but the ballad, of Serenity. She was cursed with just one song: a ballad haunting, soft and long. The words were never hers to hear, but danced always beyond her ear. On harp, flute, lyre she wiled aw

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Elegy Of A Lost Season by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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Elegy Of A Lost Season

I am the fall. Broken in June, buried in August - haunting September from the boughs of hazel, where not even the rain could reach me. How my limbs ached to feel its soothing caress; but my limbs felt nothing, and I felt nothing. And the season moved on, without me. Once, long ago, I was spring, delicate and pure; fragile as willow seedlings, believing themselves strong, as they stretch toward the sun - before the wind breaks their stalks, and they fall defeated, drained, limp upon the ground; crushed and forgotten as tears. But no, I was summer - when I looked into your eyes for the first time and forgot to curse the sun. Tin

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Dec 31
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Deviant for 13 years
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Hi there. I see that you've found my page, so thank you for visiting! I'm Rain. Or Julia. Or Lady. Or M'lady. Whatever, really. I also answer to "Hey, you." I'm friendly and I write stuff. I'm emotional and sometimes goofy. I'm a proud nerd and fairly straight edge, and very non-judgmental. I'm 26 technically, but also permanently stuck at age 17. I'm writing a young adult fantasy series (7 books total). I've finished the first book and half of the second. It is my goal to one day be a published author.

I am now a Poetry Admin! I'm so very excited about this, and would love for you to send me suggestions! Please go here to read my guidelines.

I give llamas to virtually everyone I come in contact with on DA, so if I haven't managed to give you one yet, just remind me. :) I sometimes go on comment binges in random people's galleries. Then I take weeks replying to the comments I get back. But that's only because I'm off randomly commenting on another deviant's lovely gallery. Rest assured, I will reply to every comment I get, and every reply, because I cherish them all. Also, I'm disabled so I get sick here and there and I might disappear for a few days. I'm sorry if this happens - it's nothing personal.

Just so you know, if I fall in love with your artwork and see that it isn't getting the exposure I think it should, I've been known to madly submit it to zillions of groups and suggest it for features.

I feel totally special when admins and senior members talk to me. Or when artists who I love, and who have hundreds of thousands of pageviews actually respond to me. But you know what makes me feel even more special? When you comment on my artwork. ;)

Well, that's enough for now I suppose. If you want to know more about me, just ask. I'll answer most anything and won't get offended. I'm a very open person.

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My Favorite Book Series:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan

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AkuBaka, dark_spider, Enayla, alien-piglet, VikkiGothAngel - Oh, just go raid my favorites!

Favourite Movies

LOTR, Harry Potter, The Fountain, The Illusionist, Atonement, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Underworld, Van Helsing, X-Men

Favourite TV Shows

Doctor Who, True Blood, Inuyasha, Warehouse 13, Bones, Game of Thrones, Daily Show, Colbert Report, South Park, Futurama, Simpsons

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Within Temptation, Mortal Love, Lacuna Coil, Leaves Eyes, AFI, Cranberries, Emilie Autumn, Thursday, MCR

Favourite Books

The Last Unicorn, Wuthering Heights, Harry Potter, To Kill A Mockingbird - anything by the authors below

Favourite Writers

Peter S. Beagle, Donna Jo Napoli, Patricia McKillip, Holly Black, JK Rowling, Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Monica Furlong, L. J. Smith, Elizabeth Marie Pope, George Orwell.

Favourite Games

Final Fantasy anything

Favourite Gaming Platform

Playstation, since it has Final Fantasy.

Tools of the Trade

Just me myself and my computer. And of course tons of music and art to inspire me.

Other Interests

writing, reading, singing, music, my kitties, politics, nature