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Unspoken Route Pt2 (Modern Cinderella Fanfic) by Ravenshymn, literature

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Unspoken Route Pt2 (Modern Cinderella Fanfic)

The drive to South Edel felt like hours. Emma pushed her foot down where the gas would have been, silently begging the driver to hurry. What little makeup she used covered the dark circles under her eyes and her hair was brushed to the point that it shined. Every few seconds she would look at her phone, the address to The Hidden Leader staring back at her. Aiden had sent her the address to his bar instead of his apartment so they would be able to meet sooner. He filled in the space between when Sophie left and when she started working at the bar. He detailed his exasperation with the naive puppy of a woman he took pity on, but E

Unspoken Route Part 1 (Modern Cinderella Fanfic) by Ravenshymn, literature

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Unspoken Route Part 1 (Modern Cinderella Fanfic)

The waiting was the worst of it. No word, no news, only silence, time passing slower than usual from the sorrow. Emma could only stare up at the ceiling, the crystal chandelier imported from Italy catching the rays of the morning sun. Dark rings had developed around her winter blue eyes, sleep a distant memory. Knots had developed in her ashen blonde hair as well. She couldn’t even remember the last time she joined her family in one of the usual Sullivan social events. Then again, Sophie was the only reason she ever went to them. Days had passed since Sophie ran away from home. A lifetime of following the path crafte

6/1/2016 (Until I can find a better title) by Ravenshymn, literature

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6/1/2016 (Until I can find a better title)

My skeletons bear the names that haunt me to this day My ribcage is made up of thousands of cracks that say "Broken" My wrists hold the mark of "Death" as it begs for steel that I have kept from it My ankles are bound in barbed wire that scratch in the name "Pathetic" whenever it can My skull, bleached by the bright light of pain and suffering, cries out "Worthless" when it isn't screaming "Damaged" My cheekbones are "Needy" as they reveal nothing, but reflect an image of too much flesh My jaw is "Wanting" things that the lips and tongue has sewn shut

Mentis Morbum #3 by Ravenshymn, literature

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Mentis Morbum #3

Symptoms: *hunger even though its a struggle just to finish a meal before the cold sets in *waking up when the sky is still dark for no reason, save for when my heart is sore *when it hits, its a push away from icy to a shove towards darkness to holding me under into the depths of oblivion, where oxygen becomes crystal spheres in my lungs *events that once calmed the voices lost their luster such as books and the stories in my heart *finding solace only in sleep and the videos others made to make the world laugh *mind wanders to places that kill or places that are as far from reality as I can go, even when the black line blinks against white

Mentis Morbum #2 by Ravenshymn, literature

Mentis Morbum #1 by Ravenshymn, literature

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Mentis Morbum #1

The emotions lingered longer than needed, and I know time well enough. By the next year, it said, things will get worse, The world will try to end us yet again. Drowning and more chaos and death And people without a place to go. The professor meant well, or so I tell myself, Trying to be honest and make us think About how the world is dying because of us. But it made me think about apocalypse futures Where we're dead or dying and everything, Every thought, every story in my head, Was a waste of time and life because It's all at the bottom of a new ocean Like my dreams and hopes and worth.

The Cargo by Ravenshymn, literature

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The Cargo

The merchant walked along the cobblestone path, the scent of meadow flowers tickling his nose. He brushed the dust and pollen off his faded clothes and graying beard to have something to do. All the songs he knew were spent hours ago, leaving only the wind to sing its melody. But he had no choice but to ignore any music that reached his ears. His life depended on it. The merchant almost missed the gathering of people in elaborate clothing and the red and gold flags dancing with the wind until they were almost upon him. He stopped and moved to one side to let them pass, but instead the group stopped beside him. The head of the pr

Ember by Ravenshymn, literature

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Ember

Ember would often wander the borders between the past and the future when she was dreaming. There she would be covered in starlight and dance on the threads of Fate as if she were the only being in the Universe. There she could see into the heart of Time and unearth its deepest secrets if she would only stay and search long enough. But Ember knew that she belonged in the present and would drown in history and eternity if she chose to keep her eyes closed. Her dreams were a part of her Gift, a special ability given to only a select few each century. Her Gift only came every three hundred years. The Gift of an Oracle. In Em

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Unspoken Route Pt2 (Modern Cinderella Fanfic) by Ravenshymn, literature

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Unspoken Route Pt2 (Modern Cinderella Fanfic)

Unspoken Route Part 1 (Modern Cinderella Fanfic) by Ravenshymn, literature

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Unspoken Route Part 1 (Modern Cinderella Fanfic)

6/1/2016 (Until I can find a better title) by Ravenshymn, literature

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6/1/2016 (Until I can find a better title)

The Cargo by Ravenshymn, literature

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The Cargo

Ember by Ravenshymn, literature

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Ember

Insanity's Perspective Ch7 by Ravenshymn, literature

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Insanity's Perspective Ch7

Xander hung up the phone smiling to himself. His conversation with Kathy went better than he thought. He could practically hear the small town girl blushing on the other end, melting with every word he spoke. If she has any secrets, it won’t take long for him to uncover each and every one of them. “Hey,” he called out to his roommate. “Are you almost ready?” “Just about. You might want to clean your towels, though.” “I’ll deal with that later. C’mon, we’re going to be late.” “Alright, I’m coming.” Xander adjusted his wine-co

A Dream Reimagined by Ravenshymn, literature

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A Dream Reimagined

The first time I walked down these halls I was a child who didn’t understand the lines between dreams and real life. I believed that the mural on the ceiling was angels dancing with half animal creatures as the sky held them there. I would imagine the giants who worked into the night to craft the thunderous stones into the walls that held the gemstones that served as the glass in the windows. Those were the days when I used to believe that the trees that were used to make the doors came from magical lands that would take me anywhere I wanted to go. But I was only a child then and now I am at the age where dreams are just i

Katrina by Ravenshymn, literature

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Katrina

I’ve never understood the reason behind naming a town Summerville, no matter how monotonous the seasons are. Sadly the name isn’t the only thing that irritates me. After living in this town for five months I still can’t understand the need for me to live outside the town’s limits in order to keep up the façade of being a seventeen year old female going to Summerville High and working at the local coffee shop. Where I come from, where I belong, people my age are considered adults, not “minors” who need “parental supervision.” Still, I have to live out my exile, which means obey

Death Won't Find You Here by Ravenshymn, literature

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Death Won't Find You Here

Stories change. Lives change. Everything around you changes. One can only hope that, in this sea of changes, at least one will bring them to the shore. Yet, sometimes, dear Reader, what at first appears to be a bad hand given by Fate becomes the very thing that makes Life worth living, the one thing that makes all those painful paths and broken promises and ruined dreams and long-standing regrets seem like blessings, all because they were what lead you to what you’ve been searching and waiting your whole life for. Such a thing happened on a cold and rainy night in June. The streets were like liquid charcoal and sea-s

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Burning Velvet by Ravenshymn, literature

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Burning Velvet

"They know nothing of the meaning of Paradise." I remember those words, soft as lead feathers whispered in my ears, his breath as warm as the cold flames that flicker and bite at my ankles. "They will never understand me." I remember the fire that flowed though a river of blood setting fire to the veins flowing though my shaking body, frozen wind blowing kisses to my transparent skin. "All I have ever known is darkness." I remember the gentle silk dripping crimson staining the pale snow beneath the surface of my skin, charcoal and embers aflame in the depths of endless nights of his eyes "I have never known of love until I met you." I

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Artist // Varied

Dec 30
United States
Deviant for 12 years
www.fictionpress.com/~ravenshymn
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Writing Page: www.fictionpress.com/~ravenshy…
Art Print Page: society6.com/ravenshymn
Stock Account:

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I believe in God but I am not a part of the stereotypes: I don't force my beliefs down people's throats, I don't judge people because they don't believe in what I do, and I think gay people are just that: people, and don't deserve to be judged. Some of my writing projects would be considered Religious Fiction, which means that my faith is a major part of my writing. I sometimes write poems and I'm currently working on a fanfic on FanFiction.com as well as a few writing projects here. Some of the earlier stuff in my gallery was added by my best friend Kalyn when she was helping me get started here on DA. She's cool, even if she sometimes hacks my account.

I will be the first to admit that I tend to have an obsession with writing stories. I appreciate feedback on them, so I would love to hear what your opinions are. I wish I could draw and paint as well as the people I see here on DA, but sadly my talents seem to be limited to stories and photographs. It would be nice to have someone be inspired to do something based on my work, but I have no idea how I'm going to get my work out or if anyone is interested.

I tend to have a variety of projects that I work on, since I can’t seem to stop thinking about plots and characters. Some of my work is on FictionPress (Raven's Hymn), Fanfiction (Raven’s Hymn)(Once Upon a Time fanfic is there), and Mudboard (ravenshymn).

Oh.... and.... upset me and my mutant kittens will eat your legs. Or I will send my mutant cats to eat your hair. Depends on if I'm in a good mood or not. I create a vatiety of things in my secret lab that I may mention in my Journal or in a conversation, unless my assistant messes with the cloning machine (again). She may be pretty, but she's not that bright. I would post a picture of her, but seeing as I am powerless to execute what is in my mind through drawing, I cannot. And yes, I am crazy, and I like it that way.

That is all, for now.

Favourite Visual Artist

Henry Fuseli, Degas, Monet, Julia Margaret Cameron, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Edward Burne-Jones

Favourite Movies

Beauty and the Beast, Phantom of the Opera, Jane Eyre, Finding Nemo, Pride and Prejeduce, Labyrinth,

Favourite TV Shows

How I Met Your Mother, Once Upon a Time, Doctor Who, Castle, Project Runway, Face-Off, Perception,

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Flyleaf, Skillet, Disciple, RED, Fireflight, We As Human, Icon For Hire

Favourite Books

Jane Eyre, Immanuel's Veins, The Bride Collector,

Favourite Writers

Ted Dekker, Erin Healy, Charlotte Bronte, Edgar Alan Poe, Emily Dickinson,

Favourite Games

Hidden Object games, Dragon Fable,

Favourite Gaming Platform

I usually just play the games on my computer.

Tools of the Trade

Paper, pencil, red or blue pen, brushes and effects on the computer, my camera

Other Interests

Writing, reading, photography, going to church, hanging out with friends and family, eating tacos,

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Dec 31, 2018

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May 23, 2017

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May 23, 2017

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Mar 23, 2017

Thank you kindly for the faves!

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Feb 14, 2017

Thanks for enjoying my work and subscribing to my channel. I appreciate it ^^

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Veidara

Feb 11, 2017

Hey
Thank you so much for faving one of my guides :D (Big Grin)

I really appreciate it! I hope its helped you in some way.
If you watch me you'll see that I have tons of other guides coming too! There are many already in my gallery, which I hope you'll check out.
Here is the folder with them if you want to see them: prenncooder.deviantart.com/gal…
Thanks again

suezn

Feb 3, 2017