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A Moment for Art by Xsarthis, literature

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A Moment for Art

There are many forms of this thing collectively called art. Drawing, sculpting, modeling, writing, singing, and the numerous other creative activities that one invests time and energy into are the closest we as human beings come to knowing the truth about existence. With each stroke of a brush or pen, every word or melody, the world and the lives bustling though out it find solace within the creative energy unleashed from the minds of artisans from the various disciplines. Art is such that no one form controls the minds and emotions of those around them. The effect of art is a combined effort. Books conjure images within the mind to supp

It was an Accident by Xsarthis, literature

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It was an Accident

The dishes clatter and clank all around Jane as she tries to brush the cobwebs from her mind. Every thought is weighted down, something holding them in place, thick and sticky, like wading through rivers of molasses. The waitress asks her something, but Jane only waves her off, not entirely sure what the question was or even caring. Dead by midnight. The last image she could remember looking at revealed something to her, but her mind retreated from that knowledge. Something bigger than memory loss was going on around her, something she used to be a part of, and something she voluntarily pulled away from. Jane gets up quickly, setting he

War of Words by Xsarthis, literature

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War of Words

“Where am I?” Jane awakens in a flurry. Her gun removed, her items placed neatly on the night table beside her bed. Rolling quickly towards the edge of the bed, she lands silently on the plush, carpeted floors. Gathering her items up quickly, she makes for the first and only door she sees. She explodes into a dark hallway, wood lined, ancient, the fresh scent of wood lacquer and stain wafting through the air. “Ah, you are awake. Please, join me, Jane.” She cautiously enters through another door, cracked and glowing from within. Sitting in the center of the room is an old man. Graying hair, taut withering skin pla

Raising Hell by Xsarthis, literature

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Raising Hell

The shower head drips slowly cease, the plopping splashes echoes quieting in the small bathroom. Jane combs out her hair, the fresh feeling of a warm shower preferable to the slimy stink of sweat and anxiety. Relaxed and reflective, Jane tries to make sense of the dream that woke her so violently. Each time she brings those images to her mind, she only comes up with fuzzy recollections. Walking out into the main room of her motel, she begins to slip her clothes back over her body. The fabric and warmth welcome in the cold morning, her body still yearning for the hot sauna mists of the post-shower bathroom. A memory flickers on and off,

I'm Not About To Tell You by Xsarthis, literature

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I'm Not About To Tell You

The world all around is bleak and empty. Each footstep and breath is echoed into infinity as Jane stumbles around the dreamscape. The darkness isn’t cold or abysmal, only thick and quiet. There is a rustle of motion behind Jane. She turns to see a replica of herself standing, blindingly luminous from some unnatural light source. Jane slips through the darkness, unable to see her own hand in front of her face, but guided by the doppelganger lighthouse standing before her. The soupy black holds her back, but defiantly she takes one step after another and pushes her way through the world around her to come face to face with herself.

Trigger Happy by Xsarthis, literature

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Trigger Happy

Staring into the mirror of the bathroom of the stinking, yellow stained motel room, Jane examines her face. She knows each pore, and soft, fuzzy hair that covers her delicate face holds some hopeful clue as to who she is. The man in the hotel room, the lover leaving notes of warning everywhere she goes, all of it seemingly familiar, and none of it coming to her easily. She watches the facial tics as they erupt, praying the next one would hit a switch in her brain, turning her on, letting her know what this all is. The wall paper behind her, only a bric-a-brac of patterns and color, all of it grays, dull and unremarkable, reminded her of t

From Up Here by Xsarthis, literature

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From Up Here

Jane’s eyes snap open. The sounds and smells of the world accost her senses. Her recollection runs her through the last few moments leading to her sitting, confused and lost. She is running from the man, feeling that she might be even running from her past. Suddenly, in a blaze of motion and numbing chaos, she is in the middle of field. Naked and free she knows this was where she belongs. All other fears and thoughts melt away. The crystal blue sky hangs lazily over her head. Its gentle fingers pull back her hair and kiss her face. Peace is the only option here, peace and nothing else. A multi-colored sea of flowers sways arou

You Heard What I Said by Xsarthis, literature

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You Heard What I Said

Jane awakens on the bed, only a few moments after finding the letter. A strange man is standing in the doorway, half hidden in shadow. He looks down at Jane but says nothing. His face remains impassive and calm as he looks down at her, then around the room, searching for something or someone else. “Where?” Subconsciously, she understands what he is asking. Fear grips her tightly, tensing her muscles and stealing her breath. Danger and foreboding blankets her mind, blocking all rational thought. Jane, without hesitation, dashes toward the man. Only the urge to run and hide propels her forward and through the man in front of

He has 5 More Minutes by Xsarthis, literature

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He has 5 More Minutes

“End of the line, Lady.” The gravel voice pulls roughly at the edge of Jane’s consciousness. Looking up confused, he motions irritably for her to get up. Jane only turns back into her ball, the darkness slides easily back over her, but a sudden wrenching rips her away. The small croak of what should have been a scream cracks her throat, but the driver doesn’t even give her a second look. His calloused hand scrapes her soft skin. One second she’s comfortable and alone, then suddenly thrust into a world of noise and light, her second birth into the world in a single day. Stumbling around, she finds herself standi

Avon Calling by Xsarthis, literature

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Avon Calling

The world twists and squirms by her with each passing moment. Each blurry face in the every crowd stares at her as she stares past them. People and more people, always they haunt Jane’s mind, bringing her back to the moment she decided to retreat inside. The day her life ended and became the miserable existence that she struggles through now. Walking door to door, handing out flyers and pamphlets, she was just another of the many deluded, politically driven college students, a soldier of the Army of the Lost Cause. Her charity of choice this week was how the pharmaceutical companies were testing their many chemicals and drugs on har

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In Times of Injustice by Xsarthis, literature

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In Times of Injustice

A world of dishonor Pointing a finger to all Yet who is at fault Point at yourself Responsibility lost Sensibility merely a hope Beauty for granted Screams enjoyed Why is time as such? Why is time tolerated? Screams against injustice Screams ignored Smooth talk Indecent lies Corrupt truths False beliefs In Times of Injustice We all must fight But how can we? We are the injustice

Project Hope Essay by Xsarthis, literature

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Project Hope Essay

Imagine for a moment, right now on foreign soils, a young woman walking down a gravel road, a path barely visible except to those who know to walk it. The smells of dirt and sweat weigh in the air, the odors of life penetrate her being as she carries her burden under her arms or balances it on top of her head. The sun warms her bronze skin, sweat glistening across this young native's forehead and neck, cooling her under the oppressive heat as she passes through a landscape she's known for years. Her bare feet crush sand and stone into the ground, the grit and dust caked over ankles and toes. People of the earth, a symbol of simpler times

Good Night Mommy by Xsarthis, literature

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Good Night Mommy

First Page: Caption: Now I lay me down to Sleep, In four homes there are four children. These children are each different. The first is a little brown haired, brown-eyed boy standing over the body of his father. The father is doing push-ups. The boy's face is blank. He is dressed in footsie pajamas, ready for bed. The second child is a little blonde haired girl, the same age as the boy, blue eyed. She is a little chubby, baby fat. Her face is pale and reminds everyone of a doll. She's standing behind her mother, with the same blank look on her face as the little boy. Her shirt says princess, there are ribbons hold her hair in pony

Love in Disrepair by Xsarthis, literature

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Love in Disrepair

Sitting within the dilapidated shack, she gazes out into the cold wilderness. Heart aching, fingers and toes numbed by the cold seeping through the cracks and holes left by age and neglect. The woman sits patiently, naked and alone, looking out from a window no longer the home of protective glass. This cottage, a run down hovel, was once the symbol of love and commitment created for her to protect her from the evils of Mother Nature. Love and protection in physical form, left to ruin without a care by its creator. The woman stares, hopeful love might return, but it will not. The chill wind will continue to slither in and bite at her ski

On Being One's Self by Xsarthis, literature

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On Being One's Self

In relation to the quote above, "The thing in us that we fear just wants our love," I will tell you the one thing that I fear most. I terrify myself to think about the evil things I am capable of doing to those closest to me. I balk at my inability to worry about the consequences of my actions, knowing them well enough, and understanding the effects will spill out onto others. I worry about the constant thought drifting in my head that things would be easier if I just disappeared and ceased to exist in anyone's life. I dread my own abilities and cringe at the thought that whatever talent I have will evade my own understand and comprehens

To My Dearest Love by Xsarthis, literature

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To My Dearest Love

To My Dearest Love, You don't know how much your presence has empowered me over the years. I have fought back dark thoughts, ill portents, and dire compulsions all for you. By being around, this hollow, sorry form is made better and whole. But I've never told you. Fears for our future, for the children we will one day have, and the lessons we will attempt to instill in them constantly mock with their torments. The idea that I could fail not only you, but the tiny lives we will bring into the world paralyzes me with terror. But I've never told you. Questions about our relationship, though my love for you is deeper than space and time, s

Memoirs of a Revenant by Xsarthis, literature

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Memoirs of a Revenant

I've always felt very inadequate. Those who have met me and been around me for an elongated amount of time would find that a fairly odd statement. I tend to be loud, verbose, and even at times obnoxious. The thing is… I don't feel that way. I am that way. These are two entirely different things. I look back and can find no real beginning to this trend. I have always thought little of myself. My parents pushed me to do my best always, and when I got a B instead of an A, I remember being told that it wasn't good enough, and that I was capable of more. I was always lazy and bored with the world around me, so I never saw much reason

What Can I Say? by Xsarthis, literature

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What Can I Say?

Jane awakens in the morning to find the world brand new. The window, a small glass portal, shows a landscape outside swimming with vibrant colors and sounds permeating the soil of the earth, giving birth to glorious new life and energy. She crouches down into her grime coated tub and looks around at the leaky walls and flickering lights that make a small part of her home. Her mind wonders at how such splendor could exist so effortlessly outside these walls that serve as her prison. Wouldn’t some of that beauty seep through the cracks and change her surroundings, remake the world she occupies as well as the world she sees outside? Wo

Tension by Xsarthis, literature

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Tension

Dried and clothed, the door looms open, the hallway beckons. Jane looks into the darkness, the light from outside illuminating her tiny white room only to cast deeper shadows to the places she must move on to next. Fiddling idly with her freshly cleaned nails, the soft clicking tapped out between them counts down the seconds before she can no longer wait. Soon the soft padding of flesh and floor will to move down the hallway and force her to face the day. The same day she’s faced before, countless times, always the monotony of horns blaring, mouths chattering, screams reverberating throughout her mind. She looks into the mirror. He

Helpless To It by Xsarthis, literature

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Helpless To It

Desperately attempting to silently traverse the oppressive darkness living within the hall, Jane’s thoughts absently drift to the man she once knew. Did she love him still? Did she ever truly love him? She remembers the dark tortured look perpetually etched into his cold face. His eyes always search for the right thing to say, the right emotion to portray, but the pain of love, hate, and life seeps through tainting everything. Jane feels the shivering wall just beneath her finger tips, using the surface to guide her down cavernous abyss or mortar and plaster. Soft, rotted wood and plastic force her fingers to skirt around the fram

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What Can I Say? by Xsarthis, literature

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What Can I Say?

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About Xsarthis

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dayforjane.blogspot.com
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Current Residence: DE
Favourite genre of music: Alternative Punk Rock
Favourite photographer: Scott James Prebble
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Wallpaper of choice: None
Favourite cartoon character: Batman
Personal Quote: The thing in us that we fear just wants our love.

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Van Gohn

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Pearl Jam

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Neil Gaiman

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Final Fantasy anything

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XBOX 360

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My shattered mind.

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Kung Fu, Writing

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Xsarthis

Jan 18, 2011

My first book is online

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Please go check out my book on Authonomy.com.  Make an account and put my work on your bookshelf if you like it.  It would help me a lot.  Thanks.

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Xsarthis

Apr 30, 2010

Is there a point?

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Lately, I've been plagued with the feeling that maybe I'm not doing anything right.  That I don't have any talent, that my work is pointless.  Without writing, the future seems pretty bleak.  I just want this to be successful, yet if it's not, what am I going to do?  If there were some way to know that all the work wasn't for nothing, maybe life would be a bit more tolerable.  As it stands, everything is too incredibly harsh.  Maybe the Hermit Crab has the right idea.  Curl up inside a protective shell and withdraw from the world.  Too bad human can't do that too.  It would be helpful some days. Oh well, just need to keep plugging away and t

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Xsarthis

Jul 29, 2008

Tell me! Tell Me!

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Hey, I see a couple people are reading the Day For Jane posts here that are inspired by art found on DA.  Thanks for reading.  Just want to put out there for people to please comment, good or bad.  The point of me doing this is for people to read and tell me how to improve.  I'm am not Ray Bradbury or Jane Austin, so please tell me what I can do better.  Again, thanks for reading, now tell me how to make it better so you will enjoy it more.  Thanks.

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Thank you

Thank you very much for

ing Season of Dreaming.

Loquatia

Jan 10, 2007

Hey!
Thanks for watching me.
How've you been?

Xsarthis

Jan 21, 2007

Busy... LOL. But who isn't.

Got a new Podcast I'm doing and setting up a new website. AZMD has been disbanded and is now becoming a few different sites that various people from the group are running. Things are moving along.

Loquatia

Jan 27, 2007

Ah, the business...or busy-ness...I don't know who isn't. Haha.
I'm glad things are going well for AZMD.

kozlik

May 17, 2006

Hey

Thank you SO uch for watch

i really apprecaite it

P.S welcome to DA

Woot !