Divinity Calls: Chapter 1 by devlyn-aria, literature
Literature
Divinity Calls: Chapter 1
Devlyn lay across the velvet-draped bed, her long mahogany hair spun across the mattress. I dont see why youre getting all dressed up for this guy. I meet, come on, Katia, youre preening, for crying out loud! You are exceptionally beautiful and you certainly dont need rouge and a revealing outfit to make a man want you. Whats the point?
Katerina turned her chartreuse iridescent eyes t on her best friend.
Because, my dear, we are no longer living in Europe, because of your mouth and ironic detachment and vulgar sense of humor that the French did not find amusing. So here
Divinity Calls: Prologue by devlyn-aria, literature
Literature
Divinity Calls: Prologue
I will not marry him! the young goddess announced in her temple, loud enough to be heard by all in the vicinity, including the him to which she was referring.
You have no choice, her mother stated simply. The goddess was beautiful. In truth, one could hardly tell there were thousands of years difference in their ages. In actuality, the older goddess only looked a few years older. There was compassion in her voice, a lightness. She was the Goddess of Order and Virtue. Light and compelling, she hated to be forceful with her daughter, but currently, it was needed.
Of course I have a choice! I am a godd
Silent Crescendo
There he stood—three years running
Spring Break and jazz came and the
baton was passed out of his fingers seamlessly.
He didn’t know, his shoes still danced
along the hot, black pavement as
the trumpet Mourned to me about
St. James Infirmary and the sounds
of laughter, the smell of Bourbon
letting me become anyone I wanted, for just that time,
as bodies intertwined and became the crowd.
No sound in the world like jazz.
The music, crescendo at the end,
Silence as I watched the race, spectator only,
greeting him as he won the gold medal.
Silent Crescendo
There he stood—three years running
Spring Break and jazz came and the
baton was passed out of his fingers seamlessly.
He didn’t know, his shoes still danced
along the hot, black pavement as
the trumpet Mourned to me about
St. James Infirmary and the sounds
of laughter, the smell of Bourbon
letting me become anyone I wanted, for just that time,
as bodies intertwined and became the crowd.
No sound in the world like jazz.
The music, crescendo at the end,
Silence as I watched the race, spectator only,
greeting him as he won the gold medal.
Divinity Calls: Prologue by devlyn-aria, literature
Literature
Divinity Calls: Prologue
I will not marry him! the young goddess announced in her temple, loud enough to be heard by all in the vicinity, including the him to which she was referring.
You have no choice, her mother stated simply. The goddess was beautiful. In truth, one could hardly tell there were thousands of years difference in their ages. In actuality, the older goddess only looked a few years older. There was compassion in her voice, a lightness. She was the Goddess of Order and Virtue. Light and compelling, she hated to be forceful with her daughter, but currently, it was needed.
Of course I have a choice! I am a godd
Divinity Calls: Chapter 1 by devlyn-aria, literature
Literature
Divinity Calls: Chapter 1
Devlyn lay across the velvet-draped bed, her long mahogany hair spun across the mattress. I dont see why youre getting all dressed up for this guy. I meet, come on, Katia, youre preening, for crying out loud! You are exceptionally beautiful and you certainly dont need rouge and a revealing outfit to make a man want you. Whats the point?
Katerina turned her chartreuse iridescent eyes t on her best friend.
Because, my dear, we are no longer living in Europe, because of your mouth and ironic detachment and vulgar sense of humor that the French did not find amusing. So here
I'm not your typical artist on here in that I cannot draw a stitch. It's horrible. But I write. Not always well, but the passion is there.
Current Residence: Texas Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock Favourite style of art: pen and ink Favourite cartoon character: Jessica Rabbit Personal Quote: Walk softly; the toes you step on today may be connected to the foot that kicks your ass tomorrow
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David Eveningthunder
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Hidalgo, Dogma
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Def Leppard, Melissa Etheridge, Led Zepplin
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Sylvia Plath, Jane Austen, Hunter S. Thompson, Sherrilyn Kenyon