NippyKitty

Cat's not coming back. Dead cat.

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Line Break by NippyKitty, literature

Internal Arson by NippyKitty, literature

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Internal Arson

The crowd that had gathered in the hall had been collecting for nearly an hour before their reason for coming together stepped out from a discreet side door in the fore of the room. Two men and a woman walked out from the inner chambers, walking in a compact single file. The eldest of the three, snappily dressed in suit jacket and slacks, lead the group, followed by the woman, who was dressed in civi's. Taking up the rear was a tall and broad officer in uniform. Both he and the man out front wore ornately engraved brass shields over their hearts, 'EMPD' emblazoned along the bottom. The man in the fore had a pin under the badge, marking him

Digital Mentality by NippyKitty, literature

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Digital Mentality

Seated here on a static grey-grain desk with even cream grey legs and a stand of yet another grey - slightly more pastel - I contrast with my faded black frame. Both myself and my stand have no hint of contour; all angles, lines, and edges. Rare vibrancies present themselves as commanding neon symbols and bold text: a golden sun depicting brightness control, a lush green half moon related to contrast, and a hot pink square with the orders: 'No food or drinks.' Beneath and before me is my voice, rendered in softly clicking black and white: one hundred five keys with one hundred fifty-seven singular meanings. Forty-six, or one hundred tw

Moonlight.txt by NippyKitty, literature

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Moonlight.txt

Dusk had fallen over the wasteland, the last traces of rust-red sunset peeling away from the western horizon. The evening's seaward wind left an irritating mist of dust swirling over the parched earth, a ruddy brown fog rolling over the uneven ground. A bell was tolling hollowly, a single haunted tone that repeated itself eight times. It came from a craggy precipice overlooking the sea. There stood a foreboding castle of points and angles, looming tall, fortified, and black as charred pitch. A single red pennant flew from the central tower, one of many such outcroppings. The imposing structure oversaw the desolation, a monument to the leavin

F-words by NippyKitty, literature

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F-words

MARON Well, that's the end of that. Cuffed and shipped away just like that, imagine. SERRA I'm hardly surprised. He had it coming. MARON Hm. I'm surprised. Especailly that you know what he was doing all along and kept it secret! Do you know how dangerous that was? SERRA I didn't keep it secret forever. MARON You would have if we didn't talk you into a corner! I can't believe you'd protect him like that! SERRA Please. Fireworks aren't so dangerous. I'm more inclined to call them fun. MARON He has no licence! SERRA He puts on good lightshows, doesn't he? MARON That doesn't matter. SERRA Better than the ones on Canada Day, you said. M

Human Water by NippyKitty, literature

Human Lightning by NippyKitty, literature

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Human Lightning

Muted, unseen, ever known, wrathful storm contained and stolen for the eccentricities communities, their so called needs. Ignorant; its inner workings, matters not, the fridge is working. Running. Running, it's a joke to you You know lightning's quick and true. So joke. And hide. And run away, In the end I'll have my way, Avenged as man stands dazed, ablaze, dumb eyes gazing; dazzled haze numb lips open Naught to say.

Myst-cyber by NippyKitty, literature

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Myst-cyber

He was being stalked. Everytime he looked back over his shouder and saw nothing but his alert tail and the woods around him, he grew more and more sure of the fact. Each time he stopped to search, his pause grew longer and his nerves grew shorter. He took pains to hush the falls of his footpads, keep ears erect, and breathe through his nose. No matter that he wanted to pant; there were more important issues at hand than managing his petty stress. He dectected no trace of his pursuer's scent. This, at least, he could explain - he was traveling upwind. What he could not explain was that no matter which direction he traveled, the wind was alway

Two-Edged Forge by NippyKitty, literature

Only Mortal by NippyKitty, literature

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Only Mortal

Don Eckman Only Mortal CHARACTERS GUY – Young man who died early in a freak accident. Dressed in casual weekend wear. Note on characters following: All their faces should be hidden in some manner, partially wrapped in cloth, masked, etc. Verwin in particular needs to have her entire face covered with a mask. VERWIN – Goddess who judges a spirit's Faith. Her costume has a definite regal air about it. Likes to stare. LAPIS – Goddess who judges a spirit's Charity. Her eyes are frequently shut. Layered and wispy garments and/or robes in faded pastel work well. TRAKE – God who judges a spirit's Morality. His costume is simple in comparison

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Punctual by NippyKitty, literature

The Most Feared Man by NippyKitty, literature

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The Most Feared Man

Chourus! The most feared man in the Wild Wild West is the one with the oval head! Although he will not shoot you, nor will he make you dead! He'll give you a nasty rugburn, He'll tie you to a cow. He'll do some acupunture! Even though he doesn't know how! Chourus He'll brand you with an iron, He'll step on your big toe. He'll lock you in your bedroom, 'till you really have to go! Chourus He'll hide marbles in your 10-gal, He'll fill your boots with slop. He'll feed your horses beanpaste! Then take off with the mop! Chourus

Hawks to Doves by NippyKitty, literature

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Hawks to Doves

Moo-on-light! It's reflected in your eyes. Holds the spirit of the sun, Cruelly tainted, By the night. Swaying stride brings you to me, It is simple, plain to see, That my heart is doomed to fall! I'm already in your - thrall. Can't escape - must retreat! But you've bound my hands and feet. With a single passing glance, I fall deep into your trance. And I see... farther on. Eyes are dead and heart is gone. Yet I cannot leave you side! My thoughts are no longer mine. I have just, one request. If you would lay me to rest, Once the spark inside has died, Out of thanks; at least I tried. So my little moonlight... whadda you s

Eri's Euligy by NippyKitty, literature

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Eri's Euligy

It's over... You cannot change the past. The future is coming hundred miles an hour. I took off my running shoes while I was in your arms. Thought I'd stay awhile, So I could see you smile. It didn't turn out quite that way... The cost of my mistake, It shall never be repayed. You'll hear no more from me. Heartbeat fades away... Darkness approches You reach - out for me. That is the last thing that I'll ever see. Given the choice though, since I have to go... Your love's the one thing that I -had- to know. So I go in peace, to whatever lies beyond. Steps I leave behind, impossible to find. For the winds of circimstance The

Keeping Pace by NippyKitty, literature

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Keeping Pace

Night hikes do this to me. I'm not sure whether its the dim preceptions - lack of sight, lack of sound - or my own wearyness that brings this detatched state upon me. Nonetheless, it always comes. As I travel along this farmilliar wooded path, I find myself unhinging from my faults of vainity and ignorance, briefly becoming aware of WHY. Everyone knows the question, of course. It's asked with sorrow, immitating the shallow brook flowing nearby. It becomes a denial in hoplessness, when logic grates against desire like the jagged pebbles under my feet. When a raw throat tears the word from the lungs of the stricken, a howl akin to the lonely b

Jack's Story - Endure by NippyKitty, literature

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Jack's Story - Endure

It was ever dusk in Deepwood, the canopy guarding against the light of day, fireflies and fungus shedding thier wan glow every night. Broad petaled flowers saturated in every hue hung from thick vines twined about moss ridden trees twelve armspans around. The plush green carpet was thrown over all in sight, traces of white and yellow meadow blooms peeking up from their own personal forest. Game was in abundance, sustained by the pure waters that ran without hurry though the wide, shallow course set out by an easy downward grade. It was here that the elves called home, and with them, one other. The peace that lingered about the wood was shatt

Jack's Story - Shatter by NippyKitty, literature

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Jack's Story - Shatter

A lark's call told Llial of grey morning, the dampness in the air felt as soon as he reclaimed his conscious senses. The first thing he though of was his mother, sitting up rapidly to look across the room to the place she slept. Silver strands of silken hair fanned out, returning to thier resting place against his shoulderblades with a velvet whisper. The sheets were thrown forward from a narrow chest, landing in a heap just beyond his knees. No... she wasn't awake. Not so long ago, she would always rise before him, and the first thing he'd see each day was his mother's smiling face as she shook him gently out of sleep. No longer... he'd beg

Uprising by NippyKitty, literature

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Uprising

I remember you. You were there. That day I met my school. Watching me Let me see that though life leads Me up these stairs To people with their seprate cares Hidden snares and siren blares, You'll always be Watching me Warm my face and set me free. Though things have changed And life goes on I've rearranged and done great wrong You're still shedding hope for me If I'll just wake up and see. Forget my job Forget my aches Forget my duty Forget mistakes. And stand Right here. With nothing else. Just me The sun and my old self.

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Canada
Deviant for 20 years
www.theyoungworld.net
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Current Residence: Underground.
Favourite genre of music: Precussion. Y'know. Like your feet.
Favourite photographer: That centepede in my other eye.
Favourite style of art: Earthtone.
Operating System: Failed. Now I network various heterotrophs of kingdom plante, though.
MP3 player of choice: The busted one from the eighties about a foot above me.
Shell of choice: Dirt.
Wallpaper of choice: Dirt.
Skin of choice: Any. Too bad for me.
Favourite cartoon character: Grim
Personal Quote: Bluuuuuuuuhhhhguuu.

Favourite Visual Artist

That grub in my eye.

Favourite Movies

The root channel is better than the dirt channel.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

That worm in my ear.

Favourite Writers

That bettle in my brain.

Favourite Games

Dig-dug.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Dirt.

Tools of the Trade

Dirt.

Other Interests

Dirt, bugs, the PH of soil. Those kinds of things.

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NippyKitty

Jul 9, 2006

The End.

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Yep. NippyKitty has died. I'm going to follow demonlight's shining *snik* example and scoot off to another handle and stick to my favorite people and favorite thing, writing. It'll be harder to get overwhelmed by your craptacular OMG 9238492307892374987234 messages per second thing that way, so I might show up more often rather then dreading a two hour chore. The new handle is ~RedQuill (https://www.deviantart.com/redquill). I'm going to transfer all my writings over there, and maybe some of my favorite drawings as scraps. In closing: You bastards.

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NippyKitty

Jan 16, 2006

Them? FUCK them.

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I'm pissed off, fed up. I've got a reason this time. Bear with me. Once again, I've lost my job. I've had enough. In Taps, somewhere I roleplay, a friend of mine was surprised a couple weeks ago when I told him I had concrete dust on me, why. He said construction didn't seem like the kind of thing I would do. And now he's right, I've realized I'm not suited for it and should get my life on track. http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27775360/   I'm serious. Don't comfort me, I don't want it. I'll just snap at you and I don't want that either. If you can help me, really help, then do that. If not, just leave this journal alone. I'm delusiona

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NippyKitty

Jan 13, 2006

BITCHES

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STOP FUCKING BOTHERING ME!!!!! to the power of infinity billion. Okay, now that that's off my chest... I'm back. I figured a way around the nazi-anal security settings on this comp without blowing it up. However, your 500+ deviations, journals, and crap can BITE MY ASS. I'm mass deleting them except for what's real recent - and maybe polls. Cause I like polls. Yeah... Anyways. Jan 13th - Take another look at 'Two-Edged Forge.' For some reason the last bit didn't go through last time, it's there now. Can't believe it was sitting like that so long, I suck.

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The-Avocatore

Apr 26, 2006

Scuse me. Where are you?

Over here.

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