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Name: Acanoi Ehavan
Age: 7 Sweeps (Approx 15 human years)
Blood Color: Ochre/Yellow
Trollian Handle: temporalAuthor
Interests: Literature, Spunky Time Travellers, Writing Fanfiction
Strife Specibus: Flamethrowerkind
God Tier: Mage of Time
Medium Planet: Land of Flow & Infinity
Quirk: Perfect grammar and syntax throughout, but tends to switch letters for other symbols when talking to those he knows well enough: FØr ЄϪѦɱplЄ, hЄ fǂnd§ ǂt c∞l tØ Ʊ§Є ɋƱǂrкӋ chѦrѦctЄr§, lǂкЄ §Ø. The amount of quirkiness also depends on the formality of the situation: certain characters may not have the quirk applied to them if it's deemed inappropriate for the situation. He also tends to ramble on occasion, more-so when either trying to impress someone, or when something has coined his interest.
Bio: Acanoi is a withdrawn individual, spending most, if not all o
Infinite: Chapter 2 (Sequel to Eternal: SPOILERS)
It was only seven in the morning, but already the sun's heat was being injected into the City. The golden glow of the morning was still present, the sun slowly crawling up higher in the blue sky. The streets were slowly filling with people on their morning commutes, and traffic was beginning to spring up on the road: a normal day, by anyone's standards. Except for one person: the girl with sandy blonde hair, running down the street.
Alanna had been running through the City's streets for about an hour or so now, and was beginning to feel the effects of it: breathing was becoming harder, and her entire body ached. But she wasn't there yet; the morning Protector patrol started closer to the City's centre. And the jacket she wore over her clothing didn't help, either. She was dressed for survival, which wasn't exactly ideal summer fashion.
A slight breeze was blowing, causing the unzipped jacket she wore to flap around. Alanna groaned in frustration, and stopped for a moment outside a ca
Infinite: Chapter 1 (Sequel to Eternal: SPOILERS)
This is an official notice from the City's central government. If this notice has been sent to you, we believe you may have vital information regarding the destruction of the Protector training camp on the west side of the City. It is imperative that you immediately report all information you may have to the nearest Protector station; do not withhold any information, as it will come with consequences.
The event in question involves the destruction of the western Protector training camp: sources believe that a high-power explosive was used to obliterate one of the patrol hovercraft, which crashed into the camp, leaving no surviving Protectors. It is believed that a group of around ten individuals is responsible for this crime against the City. However, it is unknown whether or not any of them are still alive, or their current location. Your providing information will help serve justice to these heinous criminals, and ensure that the City remains a tranquil utopia for the remainder
Eternal: Chapter 4
Erynn crawled past a destroyed car, avoiding the steady flow of the fuel that was leaking from it. The whole street was now a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. Erynn looked ahead. There was still a long way to get to the other side of the street; to safety. She had lost sight of Alex as well; he had run off too quickly.
The deafening roar of gunfire filled the air again, and Erynn crawled into one of the wreckages, avoiding the spray of bullets that was gradually getting closer to her. She had to get out of there soon; they would gun her down before they would blow themselves up. The gunfire stopped, and Erynn crawled out from her hiding place. The road around her was now covered by a puddle of fuel. There wasn't much time now until the Protectors hit it, and everything blew up. Panic began to fill Erynn's being, and she took deep breaths as she swiftly moved down the street, stopping at a barricade of buses. She looked around the area, searching for a way through, but was rewarde
Eternal: Chapter 3
Erynn blinked slowly as her vision returned to her. Her head pounded, and the sun was shining too brightly for her preferences. She wiped her blue eyes, and everything came into view. She was laying on a grey road, heated up by the hot summer sun. To her right was a large clear river, the sound of the water flowing splashing in her ears, suddenly making her feel very thirsty. Erynn's throat was painfully dry; she was dehydrated. She tried to stand up, ignoring the pounding in her head as best she could, and looked at the river. She immediately recognised it as the canal that surrounded the City; acting like a moat. She looked along the length of the river, to the other side, where a massive wall met her gaze. The City was on the other side. Erynn's heart sank as the realisation of her situation dawned on her. She had been caught by the Protectors, and taken to the Training Grounds, just like Erika had said. But why? She had never done anything rebellious, and neither had her parents. I
Eternal: Chapter 2
Alex was disturbed by the familiar sound of his telephone ringing. He breathed a sigh of relief, and slid the book case out of the way of his hideout. He climbed out of the small space, and walked across the bedroom to the telephone. He picked up the communication device, and spoke.
"Hey, Alex. It's Benjie." A slight smile appeared on Alex's face. Getting a call from Benjie meant that the Training Session was over.
"Benjie, I assume you're calling to say that I can leave my house without getting shot?"
"Correct," A light chuckle escaped Alex's lips. He was safe once more. "But don't celebrate just yet. We've got some bad news. Head to the Motherboard as soon as you can; this is urgent." Benjie's voice was replaced with the static dial tone, and Alex placed the phone back.
This was confusing. Benjie had just said that the Protectors had finished their Training Session for this month, but there was bad news? Alex shook his head, and pulled his boots out from under his bed, slipp
Eternal: Chapter 1
Erynn sat at her desk, twirling her blonde hair with one hand, and flipping through the pages of her notebook with the other, all whilst pretending to listen to her class teacher ramble on about a subject that she covered several months ago, and had received the best grade in the class to prove her knowledge. She flipped to the back of her book, and found her doodle page, full of scribbles that depicted Erynn's every day life. She looked at her most recent one; her, with her mother and father outside of one of the City's central buildings. It was her all time favourite place; the magnificent buildings gave a sense of grandeur, and the various shops always had exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it. The only thing she didn't like about the City's centre was the constant presence of the abundant Protectors. They constantly watched her every move, and those who weren't wearing facial masks always glared at everyone, as if all of humanity was the world's largest criminal. She personal
Once upon a time, the planet was a thing of beauty. Vibrant forests filled the land, and the oceans shimmered a wonderful blue. And all across the earth, life could be found. Be it a tiny insect, like a honeybee, or a massive lion, the world was filled with all sorts of creatures imaginable, some not yet discovered. And people lived on the fertile planet, populating the many landmasses. They began to use the planet's resources to build shelters, which grew into communities over time. These communities started off very small, with less than a dozen houses in the largest communities.
These communities flourished into villages, then towns, and eventually, massive cities with shimmering skyscrapers that pierced the skies. And all the while, technology evolved. Small wooden carts evolved into speeding trains that could go faster than a bullet; trading of valuable objects developed into currency; and amputating body parts plagued by illness turned into tablets that could cure any ailment.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
Stereotypical SuicideSuicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a family,
Nobody who lives for their care,
Nobody who wants them around,
Nobody who helps them through life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has friends,
Not a person there for a simple hug,
Not a person existing for a reassuring look,
Not a person around to leave the words,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a home,
No place to live and feel happy in so,
No place to live without leaving again,
No place to live to avoid the truth,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a love,
Nothing there to hold them in warm arms,
Nothing there for a kiss to remember,
Nothing there to be a greatness in life,
Suicide is not a stereotype.
Not everyone has a someone,
"Don't do it - for your family
They mean nothing to me anymore,
"Don't do it - for your friends"
Friends? What friends? They don't exist,
"Don't do it - what about home
sunset soon forgottenin a single moment all her greatness collapsed,
her soulfulness small and full of absence.
i am wild
with infinite shades of yes -
and a careless smile
so kiss me quick
under the sun
(just until the pain leaves)
DunesOut on the dunes, you could be walking on the moon
Maybe you are, maybe we are; see that planet in the sky?
How much more can be said about body heat, about
Sucking the marrow from bones in a vain attempt to quench?
Disheveled by dust-storms in an ocean of sand, we walk
Blank-window eyes searching for what, some sort of life?
Our feet are heavy, the ground wants to eat them; no moon, this
Now the sky is the color of sand, and there are no stars to wish on
Sweat and dead weight, we wait for the coolness of night
Fatigued, delusional, we see a rusty car approach; we get in
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
PompeiiI will lay my body at the base of your columns
Waiting for the flaking of your warpaint;
This could make all the difference.
The whore-babble language of your oracle
Heard from the great taproot
Tastes like sodden wool in another's mouth
This is what I have to say in the dark
With your hand smothering my hip and side
Like a cloud meant for Pompeii,
And the fires are never drenched.
I have collected your warpaint
Swept and scooped from the base
In flakes no bigger than glitter
To adhere to myself
Like sticky snails to leaves.
The eternal tremors will knock them free.
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