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SeparateWhere was safe? The dead were on the ground and the dead were in the air; where could she possibly go? Iris clambered to her stomach as a wyrm narrowly missed her head, catching a few strands of her hair instead, and then she was back on her feet, running without looking back but unsure of where to go. Really, the van was the only viable option, but where was it? She looked around the overgrown parking lot, filled with as many weeds as it was zombies, and tried to remember which warehouse they had parked by. It wasn’t in front of her, that much she could see, and that would mean having to chance doubling back through her pursuers to find out where it was. She dared to look back over her shoulder to check her odds and felt a new wave of panic wash over her, her knees weakening.Separate by lalaith913
The good news was that she saw the van and it was barreling towards her, Roxanne driving erratically to avoid the swarm, her face white and petrified. Iris waved her arms as wildly as she could until Roxann
Cut OutRecommended listening: "Dark on Me" by Starset, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yntDx4Y4baw. There's a long outro after 4:42 that is not necessary for my listening suggestion.Cut Out by lalaith913
Isaac had intended on scolding his dear friend as soon as he got the chance to speak with her, but once Iris’s voice came through the phone, he lost all courage to tear her to pieces.
“Don’t do that to me ever again,” was all he managed and he couldn’t sound angry because he was so relieved that she was alive.
“Do what?” she asked, as if she didn’t know.
“Leave,” Isaac said. “Don’t leave in the middle of the night without saying goodbye to me.”
Iris was quiet, but he could still hear her breathing. “You would’ve tried to stop me,” she said after a few breaths.
She was right, of course he would have tried to stop her. “I know, I just want you to be safe.”
“I am safe,” Iris said. “I
Twice-Dead“Come in,” Iris called in response to the knocking on the lab door. She batted at the itch on her forehead with the back of her forearm, the other hand busy holding scissors and matted hair. She heard the metal door swing open as she continued to work on the skull of the dead girl and waited for her two assistants to wheel a new body up for her to work on when she was finished with the current one, but she didn’t hear the clacking of the wheels against the sterile floor, or the shuffling footsteps of her assistants trying to maintain a single pushing speed between the two of them. In fact, the only sound was the blades of her scissors shearing through the knotted tresses that blocked Iris’s access to the corpse’s skull.Twice-Dead by lalaith913
Iris swallowed, a greasy ball of nerves sitting sloppily inside her stomach while she worked up the resolve to lift her head and see who had entered. Something was wrong. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she knew. She tightened her g
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RichterI was still breathing static fog,Richter by dreamsinstatic
coursing through wire cage lungs.
Copper coated tongue
sparks in shades of orange and gold,
I feel the surge
and my body comes alive,
pins and needles
shivering in the flux
of the obsolete circuitry
burning in my chest.
burn white lights into my eyes,
move the green earth
in cosmic undulations,
a mirage of the dancing atmosphere
I cannot deny,
nor confirm the existence of.
tectonic thumps in the fault
of my ribs,
the rattling of rebar and bone,
my Embarcadero spine
into the rift
of unexplored daylight.
Rebirth in the tomb
of this familiar darkness
that is I,
a trembling ridge
of white noise,
an analog pulse
when all the world
Most of what I post are vignettes or just bits of free-writing, though there are several completed short stories. Feedback is always appreciated.|
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How long have you been on DeviantArt? 6 years and counting
What does your username mean? Lalaith is the Elvish (Tolkien) word for laughter and is also a lesser-known Tolkien character. 913 is my birthday
Describe yourself in three words. Dreams in color.
Are you left or right handed? Right handed
What was your first deviation? I feel like I've grown so much since this but it's still one of my favorite pieces, if just for a couple of the phrases Plea
What is your favourite type of art to create? I have always been and always will be a writer of fictions.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? Costumery/Cosplay. I'm decent but nothing to write home about.
What was your first favourite? My boyfriend crimsonraven890 is really the whole reason I got on dA in the first place- it was one of the things we talked about when we first met, pre-relationship. So my first favorite was one of the early things he had posted on here and he convinced me to join. Utopia
What type of art do you tend to favourite the most? Cosplay and poetry
If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be? ReverseTheEclipse has been such a positive influence on my inbox over the years and is very much appreciated.
How has a fellow deviant impacted your life? xlntwtch has always provided constructive commentary and has had such a hand in getting some of my pieces out there with DLDs.
What are your preferred tools to create art? A night time drive and a Breaking Benjamin CD
What is the most inspirational place for you to create art? I think this goes for a lot of people but your best ideas always pop up in the shower.
What is your favourite DeviantArt memory? They Say I'm Guilty was my first Daily Deviation and Hopeyouguessedmyname actually drew one of the characters they say I'm guilty. I've never felt so flattered and so confident that writing is what I should do with my life until that happened.