Puckish-Elf

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time to do a file every ten minutes minus the time it took to smoke away my feelings this rat trap has all the trappings of a hellhole but it looked so appealing when I first smelled that cheese and look, I know full well that millions of people would kill for this they suffer, I'm fine, I'm filled with a rage like not like arson or a punch to the throat, no, not my usual but a gnashing of teeth tears, and fingers twisted taunt into stredded fabric how many years since I've been unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can't self-calm I can't self-calm. I want to stare through a drink to the bottom, even knowing I can't drink it away any more than I can smoke it I've tried crying but my tears are on mute notifications blocked for spam, overuse-- I can't self-calm

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Drought Song

I smell the earthbound rain settled in the dust I smell the darkness, the musk and the layer of ozone inside my nose. I'm smart--I'll try to be brilliant. They'll tell me I'm one but not the other No, you're not built right for that. I have my folded hands and false pockets I have my bias and my education. I have half a brain, two and a half souls. I'll live inside my dreams live inside me I'll dream in lives lived longer than trees I'll trace the scars, blow a kiss to immortality. I smell the ozone coating inside my nose. I feel the California cold and the spring rain Staves off the fires, gives us half a chance.

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Bragging Rights

The buzzing of insect's wings was only illusion. The wings appeared to have substance, but they were only a manifestation of the soul's power--of the connection between human and spirit-beast. They moved as a dragonfly's wings truly would, but they did not produce flight. Aaron's magic did. But the illusion was strong, watching Aaron and Ashari race through flight. Her wings, constructs of ice though they seemed, resembled the wings of a bat, or a dragon--so, flap for flap, Aaron had her outnumbered ten to one. And as they sped through the air side by side, it seemed that the frenetic twitter of the insect wings was the cause of Aaron o

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8-Ball Majyk: Alternate Prologue

It is a curious age, these days that lie before us. There hasn't been this much upset in the ordering of things since the Great War of 1914, when the Dark Mages broke the Great Taboo and made themselves into weapons. I have written many chronicles of the comings and goings of Asgard, and I have read many more. I have an inkling that more change will come to pass, and soon, than we have already witnessed--and it will shake Fates of many. If you are a visitor to the Library from outside this world, you may find it curious to hear the word Asgard. There are many Asgards, not the least of which is the one belonging to Odin and his Children.

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Grasping at Gold, ch. 3: Questions

“So, how do you feel about coffee?” Zedekiah gave Mikkey a bland look. She already knew the answer to that question. “Ah, heh…” The barista gave the blond a sheepish look, scrubbing a hand through the poof that her early-morning curls had become. “Right. Amnesia. No experience. Well. Thankfully, you’re about to get the experience of first-rate French press. Brace yourself.” Ten minutes and a flurry of flitting around the kitchen later, the two sat at the kitchen bar, a mug of steaming French press in front of each of them, along with a bowl of instant apple-cinnamon oatmeal and a banana

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Grasping at Gold, ch. 2: Haven

Her lips quirked, chestnut eyes narrowed in a flat stare. She flipped the ID card over one knuckle, over the next, and then snatched it between her thumb and forefinger. “So you didn’t even bother to check your own wallet?” He failed to meet her stare, his dark-eyed gaze drifting sideways and down to the floor. “How long has it been since you lost your memories?” “…counting today?” “Yeah.” “One day.” Mikkey winced and puffed out a sigh. “Well, alright, that explains a lot.” She managed to look embarrassed, but not exactly apologetic. “So your driver

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What Dreams May Come

“To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.” --Hamlet, Act III, scene 1 The darkness was absolute. There was no earth, though he could feel something solid beneath his feet. There was no sky. There was no light, no Light, whatsoever, or else his cat’s eyes would have caught it and refracted it twentyfold. Darkness didn’t work that way. It flashed through Van’s mind that he might be dreaming, but the notion flew from his mind the moment he heard that voice behind him.

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The Night That Never Was

The Night that Never Was An Irish Fairy-Tale by Kelsey Smith a. k.a. Puckish-Elf On the edge of the merciless grey waters of the North Atlantic is set a gem of an island--a place almost as cold and soggy as the sea itself, but green as an emerald and just as beautiful. Many folks call this island home, but most of them live clustered in the cities on the island's edges. The middle of the island is largely green, but there are brown places too: the peat bogs. However solid the ground might look in these bogs, it is never to be trusted, for one misstep can send a man sinking into layers of thick, black earth. Which is, of course, a ver

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About Puckish-Elf

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Dec 12
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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She / Her

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I've seen it: It's Coming -- Stay Tuned!

My Bio

A writer by both choice and chance, but not by trade. I'm not published, but I can no sooner stop writing than stop breathing. Most of my writing these days happens in roleplays, however--you can find me on tumblr, most likely.

I'm also a maker of jewelry, and THAT is more of a Trade thing. As in, I have a business license and sell the things, heh. Puckish-designs on deviantART is where you'll find all my handcrafted shinies.

My bio photo is an old one, but I look very much the same. I'm a diminutive wordsmith caught in time. The particular words I choose may change, and sometimes so does my subject matter, but I'm still living, still learning, still writing, and those aren't any more likely to change than my appearance.

Favourite Movies

The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King

Favourite TV Shows

Dr. Who, Once Upon A Time

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Beatles, Owl City, Daft Punk, Paramore, Infected Mushroom, Fall Out Boy

Favourite Writers

J.R.R. Tolkien, R.A. Salvatore, William Shakespeare, Phillip Pullman, Robert Frost, Seamus Heaney, Jim Butcher, Kalayna Price, Patrick Rothfuss, Hiromu Arakawa

Favourite Games

Legend of Dragoon, Kingdom Hearts, Magic: The Gathering, Yu-Gi-Oh! TCG, the Megaman franchise, Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective, Kingdom Hearts, Pathfinder, Dungeons and Dragons v.3.5, World of Warcraft, League of Legends

Favourite Gaming Platform

Playstation, NeoGeo Pocket, Nintendo DS, PC, a tabletop

Tools of the Trade

a Moleskine Notebook, a Pilot Ultra-Fine Point pen, and/or MS Word.

Other Interests

Writing, reading, plotting, learning, talking, eating, COFFEE, dogs.

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Jan 11, 2016

Found a bunch of stuff in my notebooks from the past year and dumped it on you; LOL have fun

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Apr 3, 2015

Torn between writing drabbles and writing research papers...

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Apr 3, 2015

SAINW Act III Character Favorites

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Too sick to sleep, so I decided to do a dumb little thing while I wait for the anti-inflammatories to kick in. Mercutio Nakano Favorite Colors: Red, black Favorite Food: Cereal Favorite Dessert: Cookies Favorite Beverage: Beer Favorite Music: Hard Rock Favorite Weather: Mildly warm (80 degrees Fahrenheit) and sunny Favorite Places: His home with Jo and An, the Effington Borough (East Titansburg) Favorite Person: Jocasta Nakano Favorite Pastimes: Fighting, taking out scumbags, cuddling with his wife, having those rare meaningful conversations with his daughter, eating, drinking, smoking Lysander Nakano Favorite Colors: Blue, green