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Let it Snow When It's Cold by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Let it Snow When It's Cold

There was never enough snow or ice to please the mountain spirit. It rose up like a ravenous monster whenever the spring came, and submitted like a lamb when the winter reared its magnificent head. This mountain spirit had no name for itself, but it was affectionately known as "Foti" and "he" by the people who lived at its base and as near its peak as they could manage. Most of them could only manage to reach a little way up the slope, no more than a two-day journey, but it did please Foti that they tried. He suspected that they reached so in order to be close to him. During the windy nights, he could sense

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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 1 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 1

Street lamps blazed holes into the night sky like smoldering cigarettes being pressed into dark blue linen paper. Along with the lights of the city that hugged the town's limits, they intimidated the stars into staying home. This victory of the unnatural luminence gave the short street and the houses lining it a harsh glow. Every edge blurred, dithering into the yellow-orange lights that seemed almost solid. Taivuttaa stood in the middle of the street, staring down a single-level house that would have been a dim yellow in the sun. He sighed, releasing a tired breath of profanity like an afterthought. He'd been tossed out of that house t

Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 2 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 2

There didn't appear to be any lights mounted from or inside the ceiling, but the apartment was still relatively well-lit, thanks mostly to small table-lamps and candles that littered nearly every available space. None of the lamps matched, but the candles seemed to have the same origin. Each of them was the width of two or three fingers, and a swirl of two colors. Taivuttaa leaned towards one, watching the flame flicker over the frozen combination of burnt caramel and creamy beige. "I just don't like the dark," Salugi muttered behind him. At least, he thought that was what she'd said. Sh

Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 3 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 3

Without Salugi and her intimidating shadow, the candles seemed more subdued, like a workforce five minutes before quitting time. As Shoe passed them, they seemed to flicker. He waved a hand at Taivuttaa. "You're the leader of this little expedition, this entitles you to walk in front of me." "I..." "It would also help us get this over with quicker. Or weren't you the one who was so keen on getting out of the Apartment of Pain?" Taivuttaa reached up to scratch his head, then reminded himself that he couldn't be sure when his hair would be completely clean again, and dropped his hand at his side, a

Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 4 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 4

A few steps away from the apartment, Shoe brushed past Taivuttaa, inadvertently bumping his wrist. Taivuttaa swore rather more evocatively than he would ever mean to, then clapped his pain-free hand over his mouth. A muffled apology didn't quite beat it there. Shoe gave him a curious look, then smacked himself on the forehead. "For the love of—you're injured! Why didn't you say something?" Thoroughly embarrassed, Taivuttaaa let his hand drop to his side. "I didn't want to be a bother..." "You never could be," Shoe said, apparently quite sincere. "Honestly... when Salugi

Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 5 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 5

Taivuttaa held his breath, not quite willing to believe his latest change of situation. He'd begun to think it was only a dream, but there was something disturbingly real about Novi. The garish colors of the office made him seem sharper in the contrast, and the serious even keel to his expressions were oddly comforting. He let go of Taivuttaa's collar and stepped back a few paces. "There's something monumentally unfair about leaving this to me," Novi muttered, fingering his whiskery chin. "I'm nearly as new as you." "I'm sorry." "Oh good heavens, don't apologize." Novi seemed slightly startled. He sat back in the chair, craning his n

Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 6 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 6

For what could have been anywhere between twenty minutes and five hours, Taivuttaa lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to breath. It was much more difficult than he would have expected it to be, but at least it stopped him from thinking about anything else. He didn't have asthma, or allergies, and he was fairly certain it wasn't a panic attack. No, the problem was quite without a definite cause, and so should not have existed, logically. He crossed his eyes trying to glare at his chest, then eventually gave it up as impossible when his head started to hurt. Sleep refused to come.&#

Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 7 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 7

The way she said it sounded more menacing than a mugger demanding a wallet and jewelry, Taivuttaa couldn't help thinking. He peeled his damp fingertips from the surface of the table, then folded his hands in his lap. They felt like long soggy threads of cheese, and he was actually afraid to look at them. "Is it something good?" He kept his gaze on Salugi's frightening face. Her eyes were twinkling, and her mouth was curled into an odd sort of grin. He hoped that was a clue that the look in her eyes was not born of malice, but believing it was difficult. "I think it can grow to be deliriously useful," she said, setting the frothy, soapy

Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 8 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 8

A dark figure visible through the window grew larger as Taivuttaa leaned back into the chair, his legs were telling him to run again, on a Salugi-Eszme-related level. He stayed where he was, looking away from the window to search Novi's face for an answer. The man was chewing his bottom lip, eyes riveted to the window. Half a second after Taivuttaa had spoken, Novi had leapt to his feet, pulling Taivuttaa with him. "Come on," he said, calm, but urgent nonetheless. "What's—" "Pray you won't find out firsthand." They were already out of the bathroom and headed for the office. "I'll

Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 9 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 9

With the mysterious Benjamin gone, the warehouse seemed terribly big and emptier than before. Taivuttaa pushed the dog out of his lap and shifted to all fours himself before standing fully upright. Novi was a few seconds behind him, affording the boy a moment or two to feel taller. He enjoyed them, but didn't mind when they were over. As soon as it was, he eased his shoulders into a less responsible-looking slump and glanced down at the dog. It was attempting to chew on its flank, but only managed to bring itself close to a strange approximation of drowning. He knelt and very gently nudged its head aside. "Don't do that, you silly crea

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Goodbye, Hello by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Goodbye, Hello

A week passed without any major problems, which was possibly the reason that the flowers took me by surprise. While I'd been sick, I'd made Giovanni promise not to visit me at work, and school had mostly been… normal. He'd brought me soup for lunch once, which had just given rise to a few comments, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle with a straight face. Sometimes that part was difficult. Dumb comments were funnier when I remembered that Giovanni wasn't interested in me the way some other people assumed he was. At least, not actively. I honestly thought he just didn't understand. &

Eyes Open by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Eyes Open

It looked like someone living in the clouds had upended a bag of powdered donuts all over Maarten End. As usual, I was prepared. Snow was a regular part of Maarten End winters, and only new arrivals failed to keep a few dozen coats and warm things squirreled away in a closet or two. I of course, only needed one of each—except for such items that came in pairs. Although that goes without saying. My hat was blue. This was significant because I had never been particularly inclined to wear anything blue. It tended to call attention to my eyes. But this hat had been a gift. I chuckled to myself as I brought the memory to the forefront of

Crash the Party by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Crash the Party

After only a few seconds of walking, it became apparent that Giovanni didn't know where he was going. And I was starting to wonder if he'd forgotten this task, the same way he had forgotten his previous one, however he had done that. At least he wasn't shy. "It's a shame, really," he said as we turned yet another corner. "I was right about the hat, though, even if it is too big." There it was, what I'd wanted to ask him. Somehow I'd thought it was supposed to be much harder than this. "Er, I wouldn't know about that. Why did you give it to me?" "Why'd I give you what?" "The hat." He turned on his heel so quickly I nearly walked int

No Sign of Life by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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No Sign of Life

I wasn't held after for a detention. But my luck was apparently playing silly buggers with me, because thanks to not staying after, I got caught in the snow squall. It might not have been so bad if there'd been someone to commiserate with for at least part of the walk home, but Maarten End was a small town. I was the only kid in school who didn't have a ride of some kind. Everyone else had older siblings, parents, some kind of relative, to pick them up. I had friends with cars, but all of them had already left or wouldn't be leaving for at least another hour. Besides, I'd already started walking; I was too far to go back to the school.

Get Over It by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Get Over It

What with my college fund devoted to rent and the big expenses, high school could have been written up as a waste, but I wasn't ready to give it up completely. In spite of the fact that I'd had to stay back a year and all my friends were younger than me and still taller, I still enjoyed the sense of normalcy it offered. It also gave me something menial to complain about so I wouldn't moan about the larger things. I loved it mostly. Even if I was unsure of graduating this year, same as last. I got up earlier than usual so I could eat the rest of the cold cereal that I'd been hoarding in the cupboards, then marched off. It was slow going.

Final Warning by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Final Warning

To my great surprise and even greater dismay, I slept right up to the final bell. I might have woken up once or twice before that, but if I had, I'd probably seen the same sight that greeted me now. The infirmary was empty of people except for Giovanni, who was actually guarding the door. He was so…innocently obvious about what he was doing that I actually smiled at his straight, coatless back. There was probably not anyone stranger than he was, unless he had a younger sibling, but I liked him in his harmless moments. The ones in which he wasn't doing something to embarrass me. I rubbed my eyes and felt the pleasant glow that often came

Dear November by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Dear November

Mr. Defoe was waiting for me. That had to mean something, usually he would be busy on the phone or at his computer when I came in. The last time I'd walked into the shop to see him standing at the front desk watching for me had been my second day on the job. Which had been a year ago. I swallowed hard, then started taking off my winter things and hanging them up. "Are things alright at home, Mr. Taylor?" he asked, not moving from his butler-like station in front of the desk. I paused to swear into my scarf. "Of course, sir," I said after finally untangling myself. "Do you want me to start shelving the new arrivals?" He started to nod

What It's Like by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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What It's Like

The phone rang, throwing off Giovanni's narrative before it could really begin. I didn't want to answer it, but it was my job. I tucked the books under my arm and headed for the front desk. Giovanni trailed behind me, the diary still open to its first passage. He was quiet again, as he'd been when he'd first come in with Saffron. As I reached for the handset, I wondered how anyone who loved books could have an apparent fear of libraries. "Hello?" "Pundit, I was watching the news, are you alright?!" The voice was undeniably familiar, but out of place. It was her. She had never sounded so worried, and it presumably had something to do

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Contra-Bandy ch1 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Contra-Bandy ch1

Like lots of things, it began with a mistake. For one thing, I never should have bought a PC game that came in a clear plastic sleeve. At the time, I'd just thought, okay, it's bootleg, underworld's finest and a poor guy's best friend. The unmissable lack of box art and indeed a box were pretty glaring clues. But that was fine with me, I worked as a gas station attendant with crappy hours and worse pay. Most of the games clogging up my computer were gifts or pirate booty. I justified it to my roommate Shawn by telling him that they were as legitimate as the word processor that I used to write my term papers. Guess where I got that. An

Contra-Bandy ch2 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Contra-Bandy ch2

Any gamer, except maybe the casual Newgrounds addict, has experienced the weird phenomenon of time melting. A good game can do that to an interested party, even someone just watching. But I'd never played a game until I fell asleep; I had a social life and a 3.6 to maintain. Daydreams were one thing, but at least I was awake enough during those that I could still study. At least it meant I was having an interesting dream. Unsurprisingly I was stuck in one of the game's early settings, wrinkling my nose against the stench of charred flesh. There were other smells too, and they didn't vanish when I reminded myself that smells weren't usua

Contra-Bandy ch3 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Contra-Bandy ch3

"Boy, when you're out, you are out, man…" I didn't open my eyes. I was afraid of what I'd see. That was Shawn talking, which either meant that I was still in my hallucination and he'd become part of it, or I was finally awake. Neither option felt particularly attractive at the moment. I felt like I hadn't slept in weeks. "Go away." "Maybe. Your dad's on the phone, though, and he sounds pissed." If my dad really was on the phone, then it was a given that Shawn was lying about the other part. Dad did not let other people tell when he was pissed, not in a way they would understand. He just…started acting nicer. Someone as dim as Shaw

Contra-Bandy ch4 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Contra-Bandy ch4

My CD player was getting senile. Maybe it was time that I finally threw it away and opened up the MP3 player that Dad had sent me for Christmas. By now it was too outdated for anyone to tease me about fashion or style, but it was still something expensive that I didn't really need. Except…Shawn had accidentally poured laundry detergent on my CD player a week ago. It had been a powdered brand, but still. The buttons crunched whenever I pressed them. I sighed and dropped it in my backpack. No sense worrying about it now. Finals were over, but there were still a few classes that went on for another week or two. Mostly visual arts and la

Contra-Bandy ch5 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Contra-Bandy ch5

This dozing off was going to have to stop. I really needed to learn that my bed was where sleeping happened, and even that had certain time restrictions attached. It was even the same dream as the one I'd had the last time I'd done this. The smells were worse, though. After I'd had a better look around, I noticed that there were also more significant changes. The buildings were even less intact than before, and there was so much resultant debris that I couldn't walk anywhere without climbing over some of it. The first few piles of rock were small enough that I could just hike over them, but then it got worse. I had covered a lot of gro

Contra-Bandy ch6 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Contra-Bandy ch6

At that moment, it felt as if there was nothing so unfair as the fact that I could be covered in sweat and yet my mouth was as dry as cured leather. I couldn't even swear or talk to myself to add some sound to the air. My shoulders and neck were starting to hurt from having to stand with such a low ceiling, so I sat on the ground and hugged myself. That warmed up my arms a little, but I didn't really feel any better. What really bothered me was the sudden feeling of being alone. I couldn't toss a pillow at Shawn, or call my dad and leave him a voicemail. It was dumb, but I started humming a random song from a kid's movie that he used to

Contra-Bandy ch7 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Contra-Bandy ch7

Sometimes I open my eyes the same moment I wake up, but this time I wanted to wait a few seconds. The blanket didn't feel as itchy as it had when I'd fallen asleep, which was a good thing since I'd apparently crawled under it. Hopefully no one would realize I was awake, I didn't know about Jimmy, but my initial impression of Mari warned me that she might be the type to drag me out of bed if she thought it necessary. It was too cold to get up just yet. A voice tainted with the classic crackle of an over-worked PA system broke into my thoughts. I sighed, then finally opened my eyes. Then I sat up so fast I nearly fell off the bed. I was

Contra-Bandy ch8 by Kid-Apocalypse, literature

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Contra-Bandy ch8

Five seconds after I'd stepped gingerly into the shower, I realized that my handful of clothes was so random that it didn't include a shirt. I swore under my breath, then shrugged it off and gave my head a good soaking while I went through the mess of bottles lining the bath. A surprising amount of it was bathroom cleaner and nearly empty hotel shampoos. I picked up a palm-sized pink bottle and grinned at the fancy script. No idea where it had come from. Out of all those containers imitating students standing in a lunch queue, only two were recognizably mine. Unfortunately, neither was soap, and there wasn't a bar in sight. "Stealing y

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Don't question it, Arthur. Enjoy it. Own it.

Current Residence: Mountain view
Favourite genre of music: I like a bit of everything
Favourite photographer: Joseph Koudelka
Favourite style of art: Mine always changes, and I love most things
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Wallpaper of choice: Varies, usually something pithy or pretty
Favourite cartoon character: Batman! But also L and George Stobbart.
Personal Quote: I am Dr. Jones, I am Boba Fett, I'm the sucker who doesn't know it yet....

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The Brothers Hildebrandt, Richard Dadd, Don Seegmiller, Brandon Dorman, Paul Kidby

Favourite Movies

Antique Bakery, Dune, Runaway Jury

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Goot, The Mission District, Jonathan Coulton, Uematsu Nobuo, Origa, Panic at the Disco

Favourite Writers

Terry Pratchett, Frank Herbert, Douglas Adams

Favourite Games

Phoenix Wright, Broken Sword, Legend of Zelda, Final Fantasy, Illusion of Gaia, The Sims 3

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PC, PS2, SNES, Wii, Xbox 360, N|DS, PSP

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Wacom Intuos3 pen tablet, Painter 9, Photoshop 7, MSPaint

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Writing, drawing, making big plans, doing stuff for other people

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Kid-Apocalypse

Jul 14, 2011

So much all at once

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It's been a long time since I've been properly here, and I don't think it's going to get any better. Tonnes of things have been happening. My niece was born July 9! Around one o'clock. 6.9 oz, 21 in. Her name is Abbigail Jones. Hee.  :D  :D I am not ready for the wedding. We still need to pay for the flowers and arrange the cake. (previous cake arrangements fell through) And get hats for the groomsmen, a skirt for one of the bridesmaids, and the groom's tux. That's just what  I remember right now. I have a car! It's pretty and it has got some funny quirks, but that's personality, not brokenness. ~It's an Altima~ I call it the TARDIS, but i

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Kid-Apocalypse

Apr 20, 2011

Busy junk!

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Whoa.  Changes at deviantart a little.  Huh.  Okay. I've started a new novel a couple of days ago, and I'm actually chronicling it over on my blog.  The first entry regarding the novel officially is right here: http://litendeavor.wordpress.com/2011/04/18/day-one-of-daf-and-rhys/ Alternatively, it should be near enough the front page at time of writing this journal entry that one could simply scroll down in search of "Day One of Daf and Rhys". The novel has a title and is the start of a series which I will be selling as eBooks through Amazon.com.  :)  More info on that when it's closer to being finished. Wedding plans are still rolling righ

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Kid-Apocalypse

Jan 31, 2011

death or something like it

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It's been one of those weeks.  Not a bad week, I just have not been able to do more than keep my head above water.  My blog keeps up, and I have time to write my daily batch of words, but by then, it feels like it's already time to leave the house. While it has not gotten better, I'm going to try to not let it drag me down anymore.  My back hurts and I'm so tired that I can barely see.  ^^;  That's just how it is. I have a lineart or two to fix up some and then colour, and some chibi comic scripts to add to and then start drawing.  :3