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And What Do We Do With Witches by tinynails, literature

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And What Do We Do With Witches

You probably take for granted how "normal" your life is. Don't feel bad, most people do, at least until they're confronted with a new definition of "normal." I plan on presenting you with just suck a situation. The year is unimportant. This is a different world, mind you, so the time frame would tell you nothing about what is going on. That's my job. The history is long and strange, so I shan't bore you with the details. I shall, however, give you the important bits. Society is very different from what you're used to, as promised. Oh, people still trade, and farm, and live, but there are oddities. For instance, this world suffers

Clockwork Heart by tinynails, literature

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Clockwork Heart

I sometimes wish I had a clockwork heart so that I would not need to feel. All pistons and gears, and cogs and wheels, all copper, brass, and shining steel. Never would tears flow from my eyes, nor love come from my breast. No pain of life would sting my soul nor temptation bring me to test. And if my clockwork heart did break, it would be simple to repair, a man with wrench and replacement parts would tend to it with care. But only sometimes do I wish for a heart that is machine. For the heart gives life its meaning even if it can be mean. So cherish dearly the heart you have that beats within your chest. Even though it may

The Cartel by tinynails, literature

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The Cartel

“My most heartfelt of condolences, your majesty, regarding the passing of your dear father. He was many things to many people. Several to me. He was a brilliant tactician, a valued client, and above all, a dear friend. He will be missed.” Sincerity wasn't so hard once you'd gotten the hang of it, really. “But there are other matters to attend to. In this period of transition, your kingdom is at its most vulnerable. I fear your need of my organization's services will only increase.” And onward to the sale, easy as can be. “I am most pleased to announce to you, Mr. Hilt, that that is very much not the case.

The girl of my dreams by tinynails, literature

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The girl of my dreams

I fell in love last night While wandering in my dreams. I can't recall her name or face, only that when she rested her head on my shoulder my heart sang, and I thrilled. The touch of her hand made music in my mind, and the sound of her voice turned me to a boy with a crush. And what was it, really? Was it love? Or mere infatuation? The thrill of first knowing you care for someone, and they care back. Isn't that all any of us look for? And why we leave the good things we're given? So that we can feel that thrill again. I asked her to dance with me. As she took my hand and placed it on her waist, I felt as though the moment wou

Novreyn and Wraith by tinynails, literature

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Novreyn and Wraith

Novreyn Angelus was a cheerful sort. He made it his mission to not only enjoy life, but to ensure that those around him did as well. He smiled almost constantly, but genuinely, the smile of someone who is truly content with their life. A word to describe him would be emotional, though only in the most literal sense, in that he felt things fully and embraced them. He was not the sort to dwell on the injustices of fate or man, and looked for the silver lining in everything, clouds, sunshine, or otherwise. He wasn't terrifically tall, but not so short as to be noticeable in normal company. The company he regularly kept, that of his adopt

Bump in the Night by tinynails, literature

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Bump in the Night

“Why yes, my dear.” said the Tall Man in the Shadows. “There are things going 'bump' in the night. And they eat such unruly children as yourself if left unchecked.” at this he grinned wickedly, and somehow, even shrouded in darkness as he was, the little girl could tell that he was baring wicked fangs. But she was a wily, if unruly, child, and she responded as one would expect of a child deserving to be described as such. “But sir,” she riposted verbally, “if they eat such unruly children as myself, for truly I am an unruly child, why are there so many of us about the streets day and night?” To

Crowds by tinynails, literature

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Crowds

Crowded by people gasping for air, nobody knowing that you're even there. Lost in the swarm, a number, not a face. What future is there in this terrible place? Noise overwhelming, unable to hear. Searching for something that we all hold dear. Looking and hoping, we search with all our might, with walls of bodies obstructing our sight. What do we search for, in this forsaken place? This game everyone's playing, this stupid “rat-race?” We may never find it, we may never win. But I find my comfort in knowing I searched.

A Lesson in Combat by tinynails, literature

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A Lesson in Combat

The two dancers whirled around each other faster than the blink of an eye. They struck out with arms and legs, flashed steel between them, and the crashes and clangs of their parries rang across the plains. A thrust, parried. A swipe, deftly avoided. A cleaving stroke, a crushing blow, all perfectly calculated, flawlessly executed, but never finding flesh in their path. The eyes of the two swordsmen seemed to glaze with the euphoria of the exercise. They seemed as though they were already dead. On a grassy hill nearby, a teacher stood over his charges, his eyes focused on the group of young ones at his feet, and their eyes in turn foc

An unimportant tale by tinynails, literature

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An unimportant tale

This is a story. At least, it will be, by the time it's told. But that time hasn't come yet. I'll be sure to let you know when it has, so that you can be properly entertained. This is going to be a whimsical little story, of little to no importance to your day to day life. But it needs to be told, because I feel the need to tell it. Such is the way of the world. In case you need to be told, this is where it starts. There was once a man. He was a fairly inoffensive man, all told, but he had a bad habit of not thinking a great deal before he spoke, as so many people often do. One day, this particular shortcoming got this man into a

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And What Do We Do With Witches by tinynails, literature

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And What Do We Do With Witches

An unimportant tale by tinynails, literature

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An unimportant tale

A Lesson in Combat by tinynails, literature

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A Lesson in Combat

Crowds by tinynails, literature

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Crowds

Bump in the Night by tinynails, literature

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Bump in the Night

Novreyn and Wraith by tinynails, literature

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Novreyn and Wraith

The girl of my dreams by tinynails, literature

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The girl of my dreams

The Cartel by tinynails, literature

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The Cartel

Clockwork Heart by tinynails, literature

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Clockwork Heart

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Storm of tears by UnLoVeDaTtAiNeD, literature

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Storm of tears

She swings me back and forth, making my day perfect She sings to me, soothing me to sleep She is everything i want, but nothing I will ever get Love is always falling down and no one wants to pick up the pieces besides me Crash horrible into darkness Bleeding sorrow, throwing up poison from you mouth I'm all but a ghost for her now, as she kisses her friend I begin to drag away from everything about her and i forget the pain I have my friends after the storm of tears

God Paints A Sunset by TheBloodWriter, literature

Matilda and The Attic Pt. II by TheBloodWriter, literature

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Matilda and The Attic Pt. II

She scrunched up her eyes tightly and started to run away when she heard a loud screech, which made her clasp her hands to her ears. Matilda opened her eyes to the dark attic. Huge terrible shapes were thrashing around in the inky veil before her vision, nightmarish forms flapping and snapping and crashing all around her. She screamed as loud as her lungs could bear and ran pell-mell through the darkness. But before she had gotten very far her shin hit a length of piping and tripped her painfully upon the floor. She crawled away from the echoing noise all round her and hugged her legs tightly to her chest. ‘I wish dad was here, or Tobias

Matilda and The Attic Pt. I by TheBloodWriter, literature

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Matilda and The Attic Pt. I

Once upon a time there was a young girl who lived in a house purely of her fathers devising. It was a large house, as big and tall as any castle or fortress. It was run through with gears that would groan and churn in the walls, and pipes that would belch out clouds of scalding steam and whistle, and all manner of clocks that chimed and chirped and chipped away at the seconds of every day. Each clock kept a different time, and ran at a different pace so that they would ring at nearly every hour with little to no warning. Though it was a big house and much of their urgent pealing remained ignored by the family. The girl lived very happily in t

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I'm me. Theoretically. And you're you. Unless you're lying to me, which I will assume is not the case as I believe in giving people the benefit of the doubt. I sit here breathing and typing, and yet nothing truly comes to mind of what I should say here. So I shall stop saying things here. That was simple.

Current Residence: The Nail residence of Sacramento
Favourite genre of music: Ska
Operating System: Vista

Favourite Movies

Pulp Fiction

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Streetlight Manifesto

Favourite Writers

Neil Gaiman, Douglas Adams

Favourite Gaming Platform

Xbox 360

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Being entertained

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tinynails

Oct 3, 2009

Dreams that take place during the day

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I had a dream while sleeping today.  There were some interesting points, as always.  I think I'll just throw out some of the highlights.  I went to visit my grandparents, but it wasn't at their house.  Somehow I knew it WAS their house, but looking back, my grandparents don't live in a spooky swamp.  Anyway.  Turns out they were evil.  And had some terrible plot.  And I had a little cousin, a girl, whose parents I never met.  At one point, I came into contact with a tribe of individuals who were were-crocodiles.  I was bitten, and from that point on, anyone who looked at my reflection saw me with scales.  Then my evil grandparents learned of

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tinynails

Sep 14, 2009

Free (crappy) artwork!

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The first 10 people who comment on this journal will get a sketch, free. However, in return, you must offer 10 free sketches in your own journal. If you've already done 10 Free Sketches, simply link the journal entry in your comment... You still qualify. 01 - I will probably not draw your request until I see this in your journal. 02 - In your comment, include a link to a reference picture of the character you want me to draw. Or write me a description. 03 - Only one character per person- Remember, this is FREE. Have fun with this, it's a great way to pass your talents to your fans. 1. Shapely Man (For Shapely Man) 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7.

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tinynails

May 20, 2009

Road Trip

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Finals are over.  I'm off at the crack of dawn for a road trip with the old man to haul ass halfway across the country and back to see the Indy 500.  Should be fun.  I'll have internet as I go, but don't expect updates of any kind as to my status.  Unless you personally pester me and ask, I will likely not tell anyone very much at all.  That's just how I am.  So yeah, now you know where I'm at, if you were wondering.

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hungrypankake

Aug 13, 2009

Hey bro! I didn't know you where on here!

tinynails

Aug 14, 2009

Of course I am. I'm everywhere! In the smile of every child, in the perverted leer of every creepy old guy, in the horrified disgust of every decent person who hears a terrible joke.

Orfim

Apr 6, 2009

Thank you very much for the fav and for the deviantWATCH! it really means so much to me, and i do hope you have a chance to look at some of my older works as well

OrangeMinion

Feb 13, 2009

Well well looky who got a Deviant Art Account! ^^ Guess who I am!

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George Clooney?

Psha like your important enough for George Clooney to contact! Guess again Nails!

tinynails

Feb 15, 2009

Hey, watch it, kid. Clooney and I go way back. And he owes me a favor still.

My second guess would have to be Ashley Twadell.

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