Para-Sara

Sarah R. N.

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Cryptic by Para-Sara, literature

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Cryptic

I'm not a poet - I don't have words that mean other words To pour out of my soul into your waiting hands; I'm not one for a cryptic message That says everything if you read it right, But nothing at all if you don't. If you want to talk, I'll listen But only if you tell me you want to talk - My ears work like normal ones And my eyes read only what's written. I really do wish That my mouth worked the same way, Because I can listen when you talk And read the words You pour out of your soul into my waiting hands, But when you look at me expectantly And your silence waits for me to fill it, I'm afraid that my words Mean nothing

Assorted Love by Para-Sara, literature

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Assorted Love

1. Valentine She sat next to him in science class; had, in fact, sat next to him in science class for the previous four years. Sometimes she sat to his left and sometimes she sat to his right, and once she had sat in front of him, but either way she was a constant - not a year had passed since first grade that her auburn-headed, snub-nosed presence had not been there for him with a slight turn of the head or a tap on the shoulder. He was in love with her. Had been since the first day. She was water to him, and the sunlight rippling on the water, and the colored fish in the water, and the lilies bobbing on the water; she was everything bright

Deadline 2.0: Asylum by Para-Sara, literature

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Deadline 2.0: Asylum

[PLEASE read the notes at the bottom first for context.] Esperanto ran. It didn’t remember shifting, but when it stumbled into the sunlight, the last traces of text were already fading from the corners of its human guise. It heard Dana Morrissey’s angry shout from the third floor window, thought it caught out of the corner of its eye a glint of purple, and it ducked its head and pelted away, running on blind panic. Esperanto ran for fifty blocks. It found its way out of the cluster of office buildings and ran between the skyscrapers of the central city, catching its warped reflection in their mirrored windows and recognizing only

Backstabber by Para-Sara, literature

Deadline 2.0 II - redone by Para-Sara, literature

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Deadline 2.0 II - redone

The crime scene wasn’t pretty. They never are, Lieutenant Joseph Marks thought. He held a scented handkerchief over his nose to block the sour smell of the day-old blood that spattered the carpet and the far wall where the victim had tried to crawl away and failed. Messily. A CSI photographer crouched beside the couch, snapping photos of a pile of scattered papers – the only evidence besides the red-brown stains covering every article of furniture in the room. “Lieutenant?” Marks glanced around. The chief investigator stood at his right shoulder, his eyes bagged and bloodshot. Marks nodded in greeting and turned back to

Deadline: Esperanto's Revenge by Para-Sara, literature

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Deadline: Esperanto's Revenge

Esperanto was sick of being a Lesser Tongue. It knew it was young (scarcely two centuries had passed since its conception, and it had not yet even been introduced into the world), and it knew that its personality was less than forceful; but sometimes it just wanted a little respect. Rights it was not so foolish as to hope for, but it would have liked to receive a civil word from the upper level of the Realm’s hierarchy every so often. This, however, seemed more and more like a hopeless dream with every passing age. It brooded on this as it exited its quarters in the back bottom-end of the Indo-European castle, where all the artificial T

Radiant by Para-Sara, literature

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Radiant

“Did you see him?” “Did you see his face?” “The man who came down the mountain.” “The man who came out of the cloud.” “You mean Moses.” “No, it wasn’t Moses.” “He’s coming!” Those who saw him did not know him, and he gave no sign that he recognized us. We saw him in the morning as he descended the foothills, and within an hour every man milled in the street, half-frightened, half-curious. The words spread like plague from the moment the watch first caught sight of his face: It is not Moses. “It could only be Moses, fool. He told us God commanded that

WIP - Attempt 2 by Para-Sara, literature

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WIP - Attempt 2

The quieter I am, the more you talk. When we stand together, it’s like I’m not even here. I’m a fading shadow beside you: I have the words, but I don’t know how to say them, and you have your words and my words and all the world’s words spilling out of you, and yet you’re saying them all wrong. My heart’s lips are moving, are shouting at you, but I don’t know how to make you hear them, and you don’t know how to listen. I can’t get a handle on you – your cocoon of words is too smooth. When I reach for you, reach past your words, try to find you, I slide right off. Are you trying to push

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Misfortune by Para-Sara, literature

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Misfortune

Evening sunlight illuminated the forest, throwing the students' stretched shadows across the carpet of leaves. All three wore the uniform of Kingsbeach Academy, though with shirts untucked and collars unbuttoned in celebration of after-hours freedom. Their leader, a tall, lanky boy, halted and waited impatiently for the other two. He carried a large bundle in his arms. "Come on," he called. "It's nearly sunset." "Meaning it'll be night when we leave this place," the girl behind him said, trudging wearily up to him. "Why'd you have to drag us along on this, Jay? I wanted to study tonight." "It's like the book said," the boy replied. "'R

The Story - prologue and ch. 1 by Para-Sara, literature

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The Story - prologue and ch. 1

Adventure 1 The Beginning The forest was alive in the light of sunrise. Every leaf on every tree was painted with gold, and the dew sparkled as the sun inched over the treeline. Andusty saw it perfectly from his place outside his tent, and smiled softly at it. It would be a beautiful day. The others will want to see this, he thought. Standing, he contemplated which tent of the seven encircling the campfire to go to first. A tough decision. I'd better consult the manja. Going to the huge pile of bags sitting against his tent, Andusty dug through seven other people's luggage before finding his own bag, full to the brim with manja. Andusty w

The Story, ch. 2 by Para-Sara, literature

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The Story, ch. 2

Chapter 2 Para-Sara Andusty and Benji turned out to be good traveling companions. Andusty's unfailing optimism somewhat canceled out Benji's persistant foul mood, making their days together bearable, if not pleasant. It was March the fifteenth, in a forest some eighty miles from any town, when they found Para-Sara. Benji didn't like forests. For whatever reason, trees seemed to enjoy surreptitiously whacking him in the face with branches. Andusty attributed it to Benji's obvious adoration of igniting things, particularly things like wood that took to burning so well. It was for this reason that Benji was in fouler mood than usual that day.

The Story - ch. 3 by Para-Sara, literature

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The Story - ch. 3

Chapter 3: Dealaura On April twenty-third, Para-Sara's voice gave out. More than a month of talking nonstop had finally done it. It was eerily silent without Para-Sara's nonsense in the background, and the manja had no information to offer on cures for laryngitis. What puzzled Andusty and Benji the most was that her smile never wavered, and her mouth never stopped moving. She chattered on in silence. For this reason, it was a relief when they heard a female voice again - but it was not Para-Sara's. They heard it about midday, as they were traveling across a vast plain. The chief concern at the time was keeping Benji from starting a brush

The Story - ch. 4 by Para-Sara, literature

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The Story - ch. 4

Chapter 4: Darth Derrin The party of four became one of five when they found Darth Derrin - Or, rather, Darth Derrin found them. It was on the night of May eighth, in the desert. There was little sand there; it was mainly cliffs and rocks, landforms that reflected and intensified the already unbearable heat. Benji was right at home, but the others all suffered. Andusty's hair was plastered to his forehead, and his tunic was soaked through. He longed for cold water, not to drink, but to bathe in. Para-Sara's chatter was often interrupted by panting, and as her tongue grew thicker from lack of water, her yammering became even more confusing.

The Story - ch. 5 by Para-Sara, literature

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The Story - ch. 5

Chapter 5: Chibee and Fred On June thirtieth, they found not one, but two new companions. And neither were human. They discovered them while crossing a very long chain of mountains. As they went up the mountains, the backs of their legs steadily began to burn, and when they went down, the pain smoothly transferred itself to the fronts of their legs. Still, they marched on, and soon became semi-immune to the agony. They rested at midday and took lunch on the third day into the mountains. Andusty, being unofficial cook, burned some bread and mangled some eggs into sandwiches of sorts. He, Benji, Para-Sara, and Darth Derrin all held their no

The Story - ch. 6 by Para-Sara, literature

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The Story - ch. 6

Chapter 6: Gill The final addition, to everyone's surprise, was a (nearly) perfectly normal human being. By July twenty-eighth, the travelers were pretty much convinced they would remain a party of seven for as long as they were together. They'd established a line designed to diminish daily bloodshed: Andusty was in front, with Darth Derrin (he insisted) right behind him, followed by Para-Sara (best she was in the middle; she'd get lost otherwise), Chibee (to be close to Para-Sara), Fred, Dealaura, and at the end, Benji (this was both for Benji's protection power and protection from Benji's power). They went willy-nilly around the world, n

The Story, Part 2, ch. 1 by Para-Sara, literature

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The Story, Part 2, ch. 1

Adventure 1: Lost in Translation Andusty reminisced for a long time. By the time the finding of Gill had run through his head, the camp was awake and moving. Benji was crackling merrily, and Dealaura was grudgingly cooking some sausage over him. Gill, who had become a sort of official scribe for the octet, was scribbling in the logbook. Para-Sara was off examining a butterfly, which was rather difficult seeing as Fred was chasing it. Chibee was following Para-Sara around as she jumped and babbled, making lingual notes. And Darth Derrin was practicing the art of whack fu with his red stick. It was a happy bustling scene, and Andusty was fee

The Story - Part 2, ch. 2 by Para-Sara, literature

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The Story - Part 2, ch. 2

Adventure 3: Ria Night fell on the plain surrounding the forest where the party had previously been lost. Luckily, they had a clearly marked road to guide them this time. None had any idea where they were, or where the road led, but all were glad to be out of the forest that had been their prison for a month. The rest rejoiced all day, but Benji remained completely silent, plotting the grisly murder of Andusty. They stopped to make camp directly after nightfall. Dealaura cooked a fine dinner of ham and potatoes, but the usually voracious Benji ate nothing. His portion went to Gill's pony, who was glad of the treat. They rolled into their

The Story, Part 2 - ch.3 by Para-Sara, literature

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The Story, Part 2 - ch.3

Adventure 3: Love from Dealaura Life went on. Traveling went on. Andusty began wondering why they were traveling so very much when the original plot had been to find him a job, until the author clouted him in the head and told him to stop interfering with the first update she'd done in months. Darth Derrin had a mid-life crisis several decades early, but this was quickly resolved when he realized that the future ruler of the universe did not get mid-life crises. Otherwise, all was completely normal - or, normal by the party's standards. For several weeks Dealaura was even moodier than usual for some reason. She hit Benji and Andusty upwar

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Current Residence: Georgia
Favourite genre of music: pretty much anything you can think of
Favourite photographer: my grandfather
MP3 player of choice: I have a CD player! Do people have those anymore?
Favourite cartoon character: Mello
Personal Quote: "Frogging froggity frogs!"

Favourite Visual Artist

The people I watch and fave. Visit them, they're amazing.

Favourite Movies

Snakes on a Plane

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Vienna Teng, Yo-Yo Ma, Aaron Copland, My Chemical Romance, AFI, The Lost Boys, Tsushimamire

Favourite Writers

C.S. Lewis

Favourite Games

German Spotlight... oh, does it have to be a video game?

Favourite Gaming Platform

Trampoline

Tools of the Trade

Word processor, black pen, red pen

Other Interests

cello, anime, editing, red pens, writing, horses, bratwurst

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Para-Sara

May 27, 2008

Tagged again!

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RULES: 1. tag 10 people (not the one who sent it to you!) 2. answer all truthfully 3. take it in public! 4. tell all tagged on their profile that they have been tagged, and link to your journal. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Info [x] I am shorter than 5'4. [x] I think I'm ugly sometimes. [ ] I have many scars. [ ] I tan easily. [ ] I wish my hair was a different color. [ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. [ ] I have a tattoo. [x] I am self-conscious about my appearance. [x] I have/I've had braces. [x] I wear glasses. [ ] I would get plastic surgery if it wer

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Para-Sara

May 9, 2008

Taaagged

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Meme I've done before, now with new random facts about me!! Tagged by ~TwillightRhapsody (https://www.deviantart.com/twillightrhapsody). 1. Post these rules in your journal so others know how it works. 2. Post 8 random facts about yourself in your dA journal. 3. At the end of your post, tag 8 more people to learn some random things about. 4. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged. 1. I am borderline fluent in German. 2. Though people often assume I am an overachiever, I actually sleep through one or more classes per day. 3. I take extreme issue with overuse of adjectives. 4. I have a weakness for zombie movies and books and dystopian novels for every

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Para-Sara

Mar 23, 2008

HEY LOOK WHO'S BACK

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Yep! Hi, guys! I wrote a ton while I was away, and will put it up as soon as my laptop starts working again. Um, if I don't comment on all the hundreds of deviations that got put up in my absence, sorry - there were a lot. ^_^;; Thanks so much to the people who commented while I was away! Happy Easter to everybody!

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commoner-pocky

Jul 18, 2009

I'd just like to randomly pop in and say that your signature about Lite Yagami -actually- made me laugh out loud, for quite a bit. Thanks for brightening my day!

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Aug 23, 2008

You is tagged in my journal.

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Jul 16, 2008

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP WEEK!!
Send this to at least 15 people you love, including me if you care for me!

And if you get at least 10 back, you will receive good news within 15 minutes!
~Let's see how many hearts you get! =]
All the best. Please continue sending you're own love to those you care for.

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LakadaEvil

May 9, 2008

Thanks so much for the watch. :]
Have a great Saturday.

Cheers

Thanks! You, too.

yeu.

THANKS FOR THE FAVE, MAN.