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PrettyOrangeMonster
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[2014-05-05 00:31:36 +0000 UTC]
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 378; Deviations: 19; Watchers: 25
Watching: 88; Pageviews: 11376; Comments Made: 762; Friends: 88
# Interests
Favorite visual artist: Danielle Levitt, Diane Arbus, Magda Wasiczek, Ryan Matthew Smith, Peter FraileyFavorite movies: Ma Vie en Rose, Heathers, August Rush, Moonrise Kingdom, Serial Mom, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Maleficent, Boyhood
Favorite TV shows: ...
Favorite bands / musical artists: Marissa Nadler, Anathema, 311, Phoenix, The Xx
Favorite books: When it's a Jar, The Canal, Cast of Shadows, The Sandman, Hello Cruel World, Just Another Kid
Favorite writers: Neil Gaiman, Kate Bornstein, Torey Hayden, Sarah & Ian Hoffman, Owen Egerton, Carolyn Cooke
Favorite games: Basketball, Life (the board game, silly!)
Favorite gaming platform: ...
Tools of the Trade: PaperMate InkJoy pens, cheap notebooks, cheap paint, free chalk
Other Interests: endocrinology, debate, math, slam poetry, psychiatry, religion, meditation
# Comments
Comments: 90
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h a p p y . 2015
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Thank you for collecting I'm too poor to feel so middle class.
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-cough- Excuse me for this delay, Sir, but thanks for the watch! c:
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Whoo, reciprocity! xD
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Thanks a lot for adding my work to your collection
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Thanks for the favorite Sir!
Help this painting become a t-shirt, it would be much appreciated! (5 is highest score) Vote at www.threadless.com/designs/not…
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Thank you for the watch and your support! Really appreacciate it. : )
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Thanks a lot for watching❤❤❤❤❤
It means a lot to me
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You're welcome!
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Welcome to We are glad to have you and can't wait to see your awesome writing!
-Laura, Group Admin
Note: You may be interested in entering our Monthly Contest! thewritershaven.deviantart.com…
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Please accept my thanks
For the llama you bestowed upon me--
It’s really very kind of you,
So here's a little llama from me!
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One might say Jace was obsessed. His sister jeered that he was a fangirl. Jace, however, claimed he was an enthusiast. That was one way to say it. Band posters plastered Jace’s walls. Every CD The Absent Seven ever recorded was stacked in alphabetical order next to the radio. Jace lay on his bed, headphones blaring, staring at the ceiling. He was relistening to his favorite, underground recording of theirs. No one knew of it except him because he was there when they played it. It was an experimental song never to be released. He had recorded it despite the warnings at the beginning of the song that there wasn’t any recording devices or cameras allowed. Anything for good music, right?
The song ended, and his phone binged. It was the special ringtone he set for the band’s newsletter. He rolled onto his stomach, praying that it was the release of the tour dates.
It was! He scrolled down, scanning for any California dates. None! Zero! He groaned and pressed his face. They weren’t coming to the West Coast at all. Jace looked at the rest of the dates. Massachusetts was the closest he could get to see them live again. He frowned. Didn’t he have a cousin in Massachusetts?
“Mom! Can I go to Massachusetts?” he called down the stairs.
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One might say Jace was obsessed. His sister jeered that he was a fangirl. Jace, however, claimed he was an enthusiast. That was one way to say it. Band posters plastered Jace’s walls. Every CD The Absent Seven ever recorded was stacked in alphabetical order next to the radio. Jace lay on his bed, headphones blaring, staring at the ceiling. He was relistening to his favorite, underground recording of theirs. No one knew of it except him because he was there when they played it. It was an experimental song never to be released. He had recorded it despite the warnings at the beginning of the song that there wasn’t any recording devices or cameras allowed. Anything for good music, right?
The song ended, and his phone binged. It was the special ringtone he set for the band’s newsletter. He rolled onto his stomach, praying that it was the release of the tour dates.
It was! He scrolled down, scanning for any California dates. None! Zero! He groaned and pressed his face. They weren’t coming to the West Coast at all. Jace looked at the rest of the dates. Massachusetts was the closest he could get to see them live again. He frowned. Didn’t he have a cousin in Massachusetts?
“Mom! Can I go to Massachusetts?” he called down the stairs.
Jace's mom was a hippie: blonde dreads, tie dye, the whole deal. Jace was her first-born, number-one in independence of the six of them: Jace, Petal, Rosie, Lillian, Camjen, and Pressure. Occasionally, she'd let Petal or Rosie or even Lillian visit northern California, but it was only Jace who she allowed to go out-of-state on a regular basis. He went often, usually to Oregon to visit a family friend, or Arizona to see his father. But she had never let him go as far as Massachusetts.
"It's in America!" he added for good measure.
"kaaaay brother, go for it. You got money."
The concert date was the fifth of July. He could get a plane departing at 5:00pm July fourth. It was almost midnight July third today, and he started packing right off. He wouldn't forget his eyeliner.
The plane ride went well. He got to his gate on time, his duffel qualified as a carry-on, and the overhead compartment wasn’t unruly. He settled into his seat next to a sweaty obese man and didn’t cringe in the least. Nothing could ruin this.
Except for a freak accident at the gate in Massachusetts. The plane had run out of fuel in the middle of the runway, and the airport had run out of fuel just as they entered. It was a perfect disaster. Jace nibbled his nails and glanced around, panicking. The concert was the next day, sure, but he needed to go now. At the time he purchased the plane ticket, he didn’t have quite enough money for the concert ticket too. He figured he would grab a seat the day before the show because seats didn’t matter at this venue. Everyone went to the pit.
Then he spotted a golf cart. Leaping out of his seat, he shoved past the sweaty man to his right and popped open the overhead compartment. He grabbed his duffel and started to dash out the plane.
A flight attendant blocked his way. “Please sit down sir, we’ll get this fixed as soon as possible. We need you to be patient.” She flashed an ingenuine smile.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I need to get out of here.” He pushed past her and reached the plane door. The stairs weren’t set up yet.
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The ending did fall short. Maybe he jumps off the plane, security attacks him, and he watches a report on the news in the police station about how someone was killed at the concert in the most pit. Something like that seems satisfactory. If you don't have time to write it, I can. It techincally still is a collaboration.
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That would be phenomenal if you could do it. I'm so sorry I can't do it myself; I want to do help out, I really do, but life...
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Alright, it's finished!
One might say Jace was obsessed. His sister jeered that he was a fangirl. Jace, however, claimed he was an enthusiast. That was one way to say it. Band posters plastered Jace’s walls. Every CD The Absent Seven ever recorded was stacked in alphabetical order next to the radio. Jace lay on his bed, headphones blaring, staring at the ceiling. He was relistening to his favorite, underground recording of theirs. No one knew of it except him because he was there when they played it. It was an experimental song never to be released. He had recorded it despite the warnings at the beginning of the song that there wasn’t any recording devices or cameras allowed. Anything for good music, right?
The song ended, and his phone binged. It was the special ringtone he set for the band’s newsletter. He rolled onto his stomach, praying that it was the release of the tour dates.
It was! He scrolled down, scanning for any California dates. None! Zero! He groaned and pressed his face. They weren’t coming to the West Coast at all. Jace looked at the rest of the dates. Massachusetts was the closest he could get to see them live again. He frowned. Didn’t he have a cousin in Massachusetts?
“Mom! Can I go to Massachusetts?” he called down the stairs.
Jace's mom was a hippie: blonde dreads, tie dye, the whole deal. Jace was her first-born, number-one in independence of the six of them: Jace, Petal, Rosie, Lillian, Camjen, and Pressure. Occasionally, she'd let Petal or Rosie or even Lillian visit northern California, but it was only Jace who she allowed to go out-of-state on a regular basis. He went often, usually to Oregon to visit a family friend, or Arizona to see his father. But she had never let him go as far as Massachusetts.
"It's in America!" he added for good measure.
"kaaaay brother, go for it. You got money."
The concert date was the fourth of July. He could get a plane departing at 3:00am July third. It was almost midnight July third today, and he started packing right off. He wouldn't forget his eyeliner.
The plane ride went well. He got to his gate on time, his duffel qualified as a carry-on, and the overhead compartment wasn’t unruly. He settled into his seat next to a sweaty obese man and didn’t cringe in the least. Nothing could ruin this.
Except for a freak accident at the gate in Massachusetts. The plane had run out of fuel in the middle of the runway, and the airport had run out of fuel just as they entered. It was a perfect disaster. Jace panicked. The concert was the next day, sure, but he needed to go now. At the time he purchased the plane ticket, he didn’t have quite enough money for the concert ticket too. He figured he would grab a seat the day before the show because seats didn’t matter at this venue. Everyone went to the pit.
Then he spotted a golf cart. Leaping out of his seat, he shoved past the sweaty man to his right and popped open the overhead compartment. He grabbed his duffel and dashed to the front of the plane.
A flight attendant blocked his way. “Please sit down sir, we’ll get this fixed as soon as possible. We need you to be patient.” She flashed an ingenuine smile.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I need to get out of here.” He pushed past her and reached the plane door. The stairs weren’t set up yet.
One thing Jace's mom hadn't prepared him for was the reality of planes, and as a result, Jace just wasn't aware of the security breaches he was causing; he didn't understand that him trying to get off that plane could look like he was someone who had just dropped a bomb in a compartment and wanted out.
The security boarded, and, panicking, Jace leapt out of the plane, slamming against the concrete. He stuck his arms out to break the fall, and he heard a snap coming from both of his wrists. More security flooded, golf carts surrounding him. He was helped into one, and he blacked out on the way back to the airport.
Jace awoke in a hospital room the next day. Everything was white and linen, the nurses carried clipboards, and there was a TV screen set up in front of his bed. Policemen surrounded his bed, watching the screen. The news anchor was discussing the plane incident, and Jace cringed. The Absent Seven weren’t worth this. The policeman chuckled and pointed at the body falling out of the plane door. “Hey, kid! That’s you! You’re on TV.”
Jace groaned and rolled over. He ignored the TV until a familiar phrase caught his attention: “The Absent Seven”. He sat straight up and listened. Maybe he could catch a portion of their set!
“The Absent Seven had a Fourth of July concert last night, but it doesn’t scream independence, at least for this man.” The camera panned to the sirens and a figure being shoved into the backseat. “On this unfortunate night, a man, hyped up on the concert, fired three shots in the air. Little did he know, what goes up must come back down, and three people found bullets falling out of nowhere. Two people were injured, and one died.”
Jace laid back down and smiled. He was glad he had two fractured wrists and not a bullet in the brain.
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Thank you so much for making an awesome ending. I'm sorry I couldn't have done more, but I think it came out quite alright in the end
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My pleasure! Sorry for making you do the challenge again, but I think we had fun doing it.
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I'm trying to send you a note but my device is bailing on me so ... Just saw the challenge description. I live in Manila, Philippines, specifically Marikina City. Where do you live? Somehow I'm guessing it's half a world away. Because of the probable distance, I suggest we use dreams/imagination/hallucinations as the means of transport between pen pals/online friends/star-crossed lovers. I also suggest two individual but connected pieces, like I write first, send it to you, you write last, in response to my piece. Or vice versa. It's simplest. 500 words each, max. Comments, objections, suggestions?
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