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When tears fall, loving hands
Will wipe the eyes of worn souls.
Darkness is stubborn,
So too is warming light.
Loving Light
This is a small tribute to who I consider one of the sweetest and most thoughtful people on DeviantArt. :iconladylincoln: has done so much for her fellow deviants, offering them inspiration, features, and above all, comfort. She always does her best to care for others and remind us that there is good in this world. I was just fooling around here on DA yesterday when I suddenly noticed I had CORE membership, and I have her to thank for that.

So this poem, a Naani (four lines, totaling 20-25 syllables), is a thank-you for her and all she does to light up the world. :heart: 
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Good news everyone! Thanks to a very generous donation, I now have enough points to hold another contest! 

The contest won't begin until sometime in January, but I want to take the time to let anyone who is interested know what will be different. :)

1. The idea will be the same: pick a person, place and thing from given images and write about them. However, this time I will try and have more variety in images. I noticed a fair amount of entries felt similar, but that is my own fault for not picking more diverse images. This time, however, I'll do my best to accomplish that, and if anyone has any images for a person, place or thing that they would like to see in the contest, just let me know. owo

2. There will now be five images a category instead of three.

3. More advanced notice will be given for the deadline. I'll post a journal when there are only ten days left, and one more when only three days remain. Since a few people missed the initial journal and didn't find out about the contest until the very end, I want to make up for that. 

And once Scribe's Scribbathlon 2 (original name, I know :P ) is done, I might hold a "draw my OC's" contest. But that is definitely going to be a while off if it does happen. First I need to acquire more points (which means entering more contests~) and I'm holding a poll to see how many people are interested. After Scribbathlon 2, I'll inquire about a drawing contest again.

For now, it's time to judge for the first Scribbathlon! Good luck to everyone who entered! ^_^ 
After Scribe's Scribbathlon 2 (which is now possible thanks to a generous donation!), would anyone be interested in a "draw my OC's" contest? owo
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7 deviants said Sure, sounds like fun
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5 deviants said Maybe, but I'd like more details when it's closer
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2 deviants said Nah

URGENT NOTICE

READ IMMEDIATELY


There are two main points I am going to address, and heeding them is most definitely in the best interest of you and your employees.

The first point concerns subject #F063. Instead of attempting to capture her yet again, you are to inject her with a serum designed to heighten her vampire senses. She will essentially slip into a primal state; the only thing she will be able to think about is satisfying her thirst for blood. If she sees a human, they will be nothing more to her than prey. The effects of the serum may prove powerful enough for her to drink until any victim of hers is a bloodless husk.

This operation has two simple steps: subdue F063 long enough to inject the serum, and monitor her every move. The effects of the serum will last for twenty-four hours, after which a poison will take effect. It will take only one hour for the serum to kill her, after which you are to dispose of the body. The sight of her escaping your facility in the middle of the day has already raised some questions from the public, therefore you cannot afford to mess up this operation. 

My second point is about subject #A124. She was apprehended just outside of Lincoln and is being sent to our La Crosse branch. However, they are currently very busy due to having a much higher number of subjects than your branch. I say this because they would like for A124 to already be registered in our system and prepped for research when she arrives at their facility. Because she is an angel, a being that is rarely seen on this planet, she is of great value to us. There is so much that can be studied and altered using a genetic makeup that is all but completely foreign to mankind. 

Just like with F063, failure to handle the A124 situation as you have been ordered to will result in the termination of you and your entire staff. The purpose of this facility's research on non-human life forms is to reach a level of intelligence and comprehension that transcends the rest of our kind. Man is meant to rule this world, but how is he to do so if he wallows in ignorance? If you and your subordinates prove you are unworthy of following humanity's destiny, you will not even be given the chance to join the rest of the blissfully ignorant pigs who pollute our world.

I believe my point is clear. Do what needs to be done.

-Doctor Sandra Vanders, Chairwoman of Enlightened Scholars for Human Advancement

                                                                                                                                                                                                               

URGENT NOTICE

READ IMMEDIATELY

You're not going to be pleased, Vanders. The facility is in shambles, most of the subjects have escaped and there's no way the media is going to ignore all of this. I can't help but smile as I type out these words.

I joined this organization for the sake of learning more about non-human beings, not locking them up and treating them like slaughterhouse animals. Of course, I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I agreed to work for you. If I had known you would forbid me from contacting the outside world, threaten my family's life to "eliminate distractions" on a daily basis and force me to torture and execute innocent people, including my own employees, I think it's safe to say you wouldn't be reading this message right now.

The serum you sent me has been destroyed. The angel's registry information has been deleted as well. Consider these actions my way of going out with a bang. Speaking of going out, it looks like your goons are already here to put me down along with anyone else who stuck around. I guess I won't get the chance to see you behind bars, will I? That's too bad, but at least I'm signing off after finally doing some good for the world.

-Andrew Emerson, former director of what used to be Creston's Research Center for Human Advancement

                                                                                                                                                                                                               

"With multiple accounts from victims who were abducted, inhumanely experimented on and forced to witness the deaths of others, authorities have begun investigations of Enlightened Scholars' research centers all over the country. More of the same has discovered, and chairwoman Dr. Sandra Vanders is currently wanted by the FBI after a search of her computer revealed countless plans to abduct more non-human creatures such as vampires, fairies, and mermaids. Vanders' whereabouts are currently unknown, thus authorities are urging anyone who sees her to report her location as soon as possible."

Mallory's hazel eyes blinked repeatedly, as if she couldn't process what she was seeing. She kept running her hands through her recently-cut, shoulder-length scarlet hair; she wanted to be sure it wasn't back to the short length it had been forcefully shaved down to. The ceiling-less, half-walled gray building displayed on the TV was surrounded by news choppers, police cars and ambulances. 

"I overheard them saying they were going to... t-to... remove all of my organs and... b-b-burn my body so there wouldn't be any evidence..."

Mallory sadly watched a young girl with ear-length bright green hair and one feathery wing burst into tears while recounting her time as a research subject to a reporter.

"W-When the tornado was gone, I thought I was finally safe. But then m-men with g-g-guns came and started shooting everyone... I just hid underneath a pile of bricks and hoped they wouldn't find me. But one of them did and he had his gun pointed right at my h-head just before the... just before the police... he almost... I almost..."

A paramedic came and led the sobbing child away from the camera. Mallory changed the channel, not wanting to hear accounts from any more people who had suffered more torment than herself. She had already sobbed enough after the countless nightmares that pulled her back into the research facility. If she wasn't being dissected like the young girl nearly was, she was being drained of her blood until she melted into fleshy goo, or gassed with cyanide until she withered into dust. She would always wake up shaking and teary-eyed, not daring to believe she was safe and sound in her apartment.

"I see you finally changed the channel. Personally I can't stand the news in the slightest. All it does it make people feel terrible."

Alex emerged from the bathroom, hazel eyes watching two commentators discuss a football game. His neck-length blonde locks were scratched by his fingers as he sat down on the crimson recliner, kicking up his dark blue tennis shoes and yawning loudly.

"I'm glad they're reporting this, though," Mallory said calmly. "I'm very happy to see such a horrible organization falling apart. I just wish they could've been stopped before countless innocent lives were taken." Her eyes started to water.

"Those people who died wouldn't want you crying," Alex replied. "You have a chance at life that they were wrongly robbed of. Do you think they'd want you to waste it?" He scratched his head harder. "Well, you didn't know any of those people, but if I had to guess I'd say the majority wouldn't want you feeling sorry for them."

Mallory sighed and turned her head. On the wall to her left was a mirror, which would've displayed her red tank top, black cargo pants and black socks if she had a reflection. The reflection she did see belonged to a woman with black, bowl-cut hair and piercing blue eyes. From her lips came words that only Mallory could hear:

"You provided me with my greatest thrill, Mallory."

"You're right," Mallory said, small confidence in her tone. "I have a chance at life, and that's something I should be embracing."

"Now's definitely a good time to be doing that, too!" Alex said, pulling a cell phone out of his blue jeans pocket. "I know I said I don't like news, but I just remembered something I think you'll wanna see."

He gave Mallory his phone, which displayed a video of an old man in a tan suit going on a tirade.

"I cannot believe people think this should damage the chances of the Vampire Observation Act being passed. What Dr. Vanders and her ilk did was wrong, yes, but we can't let ourselves become lax because of that. There are still dangerous vampires out there who need to be identified, and it needs to be done as soon as possible. If we allow ourselves to become overly trusting, they'll-" he clapped his hands together, "POUNCE on us and keep on pouncing until they all have fat, gurgling bellies full of human blood! Not only that, but what if the vampires who were experimented on develop a resentment toward humans and decide to take revenge on the entire race? Why on Earth shouldn't we round them all up right now so they won't get the chance?"

"That man..." Mallory gritted her teeth. "I thought his support of that awful Vampire Observation Act was bad."

"I agree that he's a dirt bag," Alex said with a sneer. "His superiors must have agreed as well, because he got fired mere minutes after his ranting. Looks like there actually is justice in this world, wouldn't you say?"

Mallory smiled and nodded her head. "I'd say so, seeing as you're still talking to me even though you know who I really am."

"Didn't I tell you to stop saying stuff like that?" Alex lightly elbowed Mallory. "You can't help being a vampire, so why beat yourself up over it? Plus," he pointed to his phone, "I can't blame you for having kept it a secret with nutcases like this guy around."

Mallory felt her stress fading. "You really don't know how grateful I am."

"For what?" Alex pointed to the Scrabble board on the table. "Failing to keep my winning streak intact?"

"Yes," Mallory giggled, "and for staying here when I thought you would run away." Her smile turned into a frown. "When everyone at my old school thought I was a vampire, I tried to convince myself nothing would go wrong. But then I was kidnapped, and I thought for sure I was going to die in that awful place. It seemed that fate didn't want me to live..." she blushed, "but look at where I am now."

Alex nodded his head. "Fate loves to toy with people that way, but it ended up throwing you a pretty big bone, wouldn't you say?"

Mallory nodded as well.

                                                                                                                                                                                                               

"Fate is not always kind to the living, though that does not mean we have to wilt in its presence."

From behind silver square spectacles, royal blue eyes looked into teary aqua ones. A firm hand ran through bright green hair, stopping near a facial scar just above the left eyebrow.

"I tried not to be scared, but those people just kept doing horrible things." The little fairy girl patted her feathery, forest-green wing. "They sawed off one of my wings, forced me to breathe in some awful-smelling gas whenever I cried too much..." More tears came from her eyes. "A-And then they tried doing shock therapy on my mother, but she... she..."

A gentle finger touched her lip. "Please do not put any more emotional strain on yourself, child. You have suffered more than enough as is."

The little girl blew her nose into her dust and dirt-ridden gray hospital gown. "Thank you miss... umm... what's your name?"

"I am Raina, and who might you be?"

"A-Amethyst."

"That is a very lovely name," Raina said with a warming smile.

"Thank you," Amethyst said shyly. "By the way, umm..." she pointed to Raina's yellow-green robe. "Your outfit is really pretty, and," she pointed to Raina's long turquoise hair," so is your hair."

"You are a very sweet child," Raina replied. "You deserve to be cared for and given a loving home."

Amethyst looked through the trees of the forest, barely able to make out a hospital in the distance. "The doctors wanted me to go there," she raised up her gown to reveal more scars along her hips, "but I just don't want... don't want anymore..."

"I understand." Raina gently hugged Amethyst. "You have been unfairly traumatized by those who dared to slander the name of medical science." Thunder rumbled from above as she clenched her fists. "Speaking of medical practitioners, I am afraid we will soon part ways."

"W-Why...?" Amethyst sputtered, looking taken aback.

Determination flashed in Raina's eyes. "Sandra Vanders, the woman who ran the organization that abducted us and countless others, is nowhere to be found." She looked up at the stormy-gray sky. "I shall find her and make sure no more innocents suffer at her hands."

Amethyst hugged Raina tightly. "You're so brave..." She rubbed her eyes. "Please, go find that woman and bring her to justice. I-I promise to stay here until you've stopped her once and for all."

"I cannot allow that," Raina said, patting Amethyst on the head. "I said you deserve a loving home, and I know somebody who can provide you with one. But first, there is somebody else who I must meet.

Raina closed her eyes and clasped her hands together. Long and feathery turquoise wings grew out of her back. "Sandra Vanders already has more sinister plans in store." She pulled out a piece of paper that was tucked inside her robe. "Her target must be warned before it is too late."

Burdened Souls: Ch. 1- Vampire, Angel and Fairy
Here's my final upload of the night! It's the start of a trade with :iconfrozen-sol:, who was kind enough to draw one of my OCs with one of his: Nicola meets Raina by Frozen-Sol
And he's currently working on another one. :D

This story is a continuation of another I wrote, which you can find here if you're interested:
Mallory the Hunted Ch. 1- Escape the Research Lab The simple act of opening her eyes put quite a strain on Mallory. Her hazel orbs yearned to stay shut, though as soon as she opened them enough to get a look at her surroundings, she didn't allow herself to blink until she had examined the unwelcoming room. Unfortunately, even doing that was a chore thanks to the cold, steel cuff digging into her neck and the bizarre weakness that plagued her body. The same digging feeling in her neck pestered her hands, feet and torso, severely limiting any movement.
Once Mallory's survey of her surroundings was done, she regretted not letting her eyes stay shut. Lights like one would see in an operating room were directly above her, all pointing straight to the cold, black leather operating table she was restrained to. The one blessing she could find from her situation was that the lights weren't turned on, but even that felt like a curse since their blinding glare would've prevented her from seeing far more frightening things. When she looked down a


This piece continues "Mallory the Hunted" by having the research lab Mallory was in be mysteriously destroyed. Little does Mallory know that the destruction of her former prison does not guarantee her safety. However, she is not alone in facing danger; Raina, an OC of mine, and Amethyst, designed by :iconfrozen-sol:, are also in trouble. Can the three of them find a way to truly be free from the scientists who want to torment them?

On a side note, Mallory and Ameythyst are both :iconfrozen-sol:'s. Also Raina's appearance here is not canon to Hellfire. :)

Well, that's all for tonight folks! 
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Dropped, cracked, misplaced, infected, lasting.

Dusty frame, fingerprint-laden screen, S-key that often gets stuck.

Dozens of poems going back to high school stored inside you.

Faraway friends who I discovered through you.

Answers to almost any question found through just a few clicks.

From your speakers comes music to soothe me in my worst of moods.

There are times where my friends are all busy, and all I have is you.

Though I am alone, with you on my lap I am never lonely.

An Ode to my Hard Drive
Another piece ready to go! This is for my poetry II class, and the assignment was simply to write an ode. I decided to write about a possession of mine, something very important and precious to me. Try to guess what it is. ;P

One more piece, the start of an art trade, will come up in just a bit. Here's hoping my return to form lasts this time. :D
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Good news everyone! Thanks to a very generous donation, I now have enough points to hold another contest! 

The contest won't begin until sometime in January, but I want to take the time to let anyone who is interested know what will be different. :)

1. The idea will be the same: pick a person, place and thing from given images and write about them. However, this time I will try and have more variety in images. I noticed a fair amount of entries felt similar, but that is my own fault for not picking more diverse images. This time, however, I'll do my best to accomplish that, and if anyone has any images for a person, place or thing that they would like to see in the contest, just let me know. owo

2. There will now be five images a category instead of three.

3. More advanced notice will be given for the deadline. I'll post a journal when there are only ten days left, and one more when only three days remain. Since a few people missed the initial journal and didn't find out about the contest until the very end, I want to make up for that. 

And once Scribe's Scribbathlon 2 (original name, I know :P ) is done, I might hold a "draw my OC's" contest. But that is definitely going to be a while off if it does happen. First I need to acquire more points (which means entering more contests~) and I'm holding a poll to see how many people are interested. After Scribbathlon 2, I'll inquire about a drawing contest again.

For now, it's time to judge for the first Scribbathlon! Good luck to everyone who entered! ^_^ 

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Hello everybody! I actually finally am updating this for the first time in over a year! ^^;
This is Scribe, and coming up soon will be an updated personal bio. :)
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After Scribe's Scribbathlon 2 (which is now possible thanks to a generous donation!), would anyone be interested in a "draw my OC's" contest? owo 

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7 deviants said Sure, sounds like fun
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5 deviants said Maybe, but I'd like more details when it's closer
14%
2 deviants said Nah

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