1. A Strange Sort of Tea Party by GardenMonster, literature
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1. A Strange Sort of Tea Party
A Strange Sort of Tea Party
Alice sat in her small chair at her small table with her small tea set with pictures of small butterflies on them. With teapot in hand, she reached across the table and pretended to pour tea into Mr. Goodevenings teacup. Mr. Goodevening was her tea party companion, a small stuffed animal of a white rabbit. Mr. Goodevening was wearing a lopsided top hat that was too large for his small head. Alice thought Mr. Goodevening should find a better hatter, one that wouldnt make him such a misfit hat. But he was attached to it (if only by thread).
He came and went like he always did. He was unkempt, disheveled, drunk and high most of the time. He promised with me that we would never go the way of our fathers when we grew up. He promised me this before he left me the first time. When we met again he had changed and grew paranoid. Before he had justification, but now it was just fear and ego. He was just different.
Before he left to turn himself in, several states away, we spoke through cigarette smoke on the porch. We talked about the nature of our friendship. He asked at one point – or was it me? – "Do you think it would be right for us? To do this?" The day after he left,
Narcidice and Orpheco III by GardenMonster, literature
Literature
Narcidice and Orpheco III
Narcidice and Orphecho, Part III
Spring passed quickly. Orphecho made true her vow by letting Narcidice down the river Styx to Hades and thereby finally ceased her weeping, unable to utter a sound without being prompted, and in any case without the want to weep for she knew that soon she would be with Narcidice again. The forest maidens had their time with Persephone and things were all in all happy. When autumn came and it was time for Persephone to return to her husband, she made her long and colorful goodbyes and took Orphecho with her to the underworld to make good her promise.
Hades was not happy when Persephone told him of the pac
Narcidice and Orpheco II by GardenMonster, literature
Literature
Narcidice and Orpheco II
Narcidice and Orphecho, Part II
When Orphecho woke to find Narcidice dead, her cries of grief were heard through the forest. Narcidice had been something of an infamous celebrity in these woods and was said to be the offspring of godly parents to explain intense beauty. Many a dryad, nymph and naiad had at one point in their life suffered nympholepsy in the wake of Narcidice and each one that heard Orphecho's cries understood at once that Narcidice had once again rejected the love of another.
They let Orphecho grieve, and her weeping continued to echo through the forest, knowing that Narcidice's rejection could render frozen the very sou
Narcidice and Orpheco I by GardenMonster, literature
Literature
Narcidice and Orpheco I
Narcidice and Orphecho, Part I
It happened in the late of spring, when Orphecho found Narcidice hunting in the forests, this love affair, this tragedy. Orphecho came to see the nymphs and dryads of this forest after loving and rejecting two men before for whom her love was not great and theirs for her not pure. Narcidice hunted for snakes with his bow and arrow, a fair sport of ridding the world of lethal beauty, and today his sport was cobra (truly as deadly as the deadliest strand of the Gorgon's hair). Orphecho became lost in her way and as she wandered she spied through a thicket Narcidice; she fell immediately in desperate love. It
C.R.U. Concept: Oblivion
It is not a thing, it is a nothing. It is not something that exists as any measurable or locatable thing, but (for lack of a better phrase) it is there. And it is relative. By this I mean the nature of oblivion changes from the perspective of thing to thing. For each thing, oblivion is that which has absolutely no traceable relevance or affect. There are indeed places and things that exist within a thing's oblivion, but neither can affect the other in any way for they belong to completely different modes of existence. No amount of tampering with space or time can bring a thing into its oblivion, for it is not s
What Is Art?
A question that every art teacher, nearly every English teacher and a good many social studies teachers have proposed to me. Whatever class I happened to be in has never failed to elude a straight answer: What is Art? It's a fairly simple sounding question but no matter how I or any other student stated their answer, someone could further expand or restrict the proposed definition. Perhaps this list of things related to and similar to art will illuminate a proper answer to the question or at least give an explanation as to why this question is so open ended.
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1. A Strange Sort of Tea Party by GardenMonster, literature
Literature
1. A Strange Sort of Tea Party
A Strange Sort of Tea Party
Alice sat in her small chair at her small table with her small tea set with pictures of small butterflies on them. With teapot in hand, she reached across the table and pretended to pour tea into Mr. Goodevenings teacup. Mr. Goodevening was her tea party companion, a small stuffed animal of a white rabbit. Mr. Goodevening was wearing a lopsided top hat that was too large for his small head. Alice thought Mr. Goodevening should find a better hatter, one that wouldnt make him such a misfit hat. But he was attached to it (if only by thread).
He came and went like he always did. He was unkempt, disheveled, drunk and high most of the time. He promised with me that we would never go the way of our fathers when we grew up. He promised me this before he left me the first time. When we met again he had changed and grew paranoid. Before he had justification, but now it was just fear and ego. He was just different.
Before he left to turn himself in, several states away, we spoke through cigarette smoke on the porch. We talked about the nature of our friendship. He asked at one point – or was it me? – "Do you think it would be right for us? To do this?" The day after he left,
Narcidice and Orpheco III by GardenMonster, literature
Literature
Narcidice and Orpheco III
Narcidice and Orphecho, Part III
Spring passed quickly. Orphecho made true her vow by letting Narcidice down the river Styx to Hades and thereby finally ceased her weeping, unable to utter a sound without being prompted, and in any case without the want to weep for she knew that soon she would be with Narcidice again. The forest maidens had their time with Persephone and things were all in all happy. When autumn came and it was time for Persephone to return to her husband, she made her long and colorful goodbyes and took Orphecho with her to the underworld to make good her promise.
Hades was not happy when Persephone told him of the pac
Narcidice and Orpheco II by GardenMonster, literature
Literature
Narcidice and Orpheco II
Narcidice and Orphecho, Part II
When Orphecho woke to find Narcidice dead, her cries of grief were heard through the forest. Narcidice had been something of an infamous celebrity in these woods and was said to be the offspring of godly parents to explain intense beauty. Many a dryad, nymph and naiad had at one point in their life suffered nympholepsy in the wake of Narcidice and each one that heard Orphecho's cries understood at once that Narcidice had once again rejected the love of another.
They let Orphecho grieve, and her weeping continued to echo through the forest, knowing that Narcidice's rejection could render frozen the very sou
Narcidice and Orpheco I by GardenMonster, literature
Literature
Narcidice and Orpheco I
Narcidice and Orphecho, Part I
It happened in the late of spring, when Orphecho found Narcidice hunting in the forests, this love affair, this tragedy. Orphecho came to see the nymphs and dryads of this forest after loving and rejecting two men before for whom her love was not great and theirs for her not pure. Narcidice hunted for snakes with his bow and arrow, a fair sport of ridding the world of lethal beauty, and today his sport was cobra (truly as deadly as the deadliest strand of the Gorgon's hair). Orphecho became lost in her way and as she wandered she spied through a thicket Narcidice; she fell immediately in desperate love. It
C.R.U. Concept: Oblivion
It is not a thing, it is a nothing. It is not something that exists as any measurable or locatable thing, but (for lack of a better phrase) it is there. And it is relative. By this I mean the nature of oblivion changes from the perspective of thing to thing. For each thing, oblivion is that which has absolutely no traceable relevance or affect. There are indeed places and things that exist within a thing's oblivion, but neither can affect the other in any way for they belong to completely different modes of existence. No amount of tampering with space or time can bring a thing into its oblivion, for it is not s
What Is Art?
A question that every art teacher, nearly every English teacher and a good many social studies teachers have proposed to me. Whatever class I happened to be in has never failed to elude a straight answer: What is Art? It's a fairly simple sounding question but no matter how I or any other student stated their answer, someone could further expand or restrict the proposed definition. Perhaps this list of things related to and similar to art will illuminate a proper answer to the question or at least give an explanation as to why this question is so open ended.
Painting
Music
Plays
Literature
Video Games
Vanity
Web Desig
Current Residence: Wisconsin Favourite genre of music: One-man-bands Favourite style of art: Experimental Wallpaper of choice: anything without a logo Favourite cartoon character: The Maxx Personal Quote: . . . I'm pretty on the inside, too!
I realize that DA isn't the best place to post literature unless you know something about html . . . which I don't really. I'm still here, but I likely won't be posting many deviations. My last journal entry is very old, so I guess I'm just posting this as a front page placeholder until I have something more worthwhile to offer.
Just got back from a trip to Japan. Without going too far into it, I loved it, I'm going back and I'm never going to return.
Maybe.
In other news, I've written a new story and another one is in the works. Unfortunately, writing these stories has taxed my ability to write much of anything meaningful here. Suffice it to say, Japan -- combined with a few other more personal matters -- has made me realize that I have not been very responsible with many things lately, such as my writing, personal hygiene and . . . the dishes. Other things too. There are many monsters in my garden. It needs tending.
Hey all. I think I'm getting the swing of this "deviantart" thing. HTML is still giving me a headache, mostly because a lot of the code doesn't work via deviantart's text field. I still hate emotes. Oh, and my computer with all its important files and stuff is in the shop getting fixed up so all I can upload right now is some really old stuff that needs tons of editing. So I'm probably not gonna upload anything for a few days. Um, what else?
. . .
Ah, right. The default border that shows up on the thumbs for literature uploads is really boring. I need something original. Unfortunately I am NO kind of visual artist. Ideas/donations
If the emotes here just aren't doing it for you, and you find your actual emotions a bit more complex, why not....add several at a time? You know, like those 'meals' you can make out of Jelly Bellys.
so yeah, I finally made it. unfortunately, my good computer with all the important files on it is in the shop getting fixed up. so this is the only thing i'm gonna upload for a while.