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Shadows1348, a sorrowful year, full of misery and suffering, and all the decay,
When families where lost and lives thrown away,
And all you could here was death through the day,
shadows.

And In the blackness, the death and the pain,
there was one boy, who could not be slain,
for this young boy had much to gain,
Shadows.

He had jet black hair, and blood red eyes,
with a deadly quick glow,full of musical lies,
for no one boy can be judged by size,
shadows.

And throughout the years he did not age,
he could not be trapped, in life's little cage,
for all he felt, was bottomless rage,
shadows.

Like a shadow he walked, across the land,
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BoxcutterWe are
in her hardwood apartment,
that we bought
because of the neighbors
and the windows
that light up
the dust on the floor.

She is kneeling
in front of
cardboard boxes,
sliding the knife
down the sides
with a paper sound.

And I am staring
into the empty rooms.

If she pushed
that boxcutter
into my lungs
the air would rush out
and say:

When you look at me
and bite your lip,
I see brown hair
and darker eyes.

And I would let her too
if it didn't
make such a mess
for the dust
and the neighbors
and the hardwood floor.

Boxcutter

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Willis Crisp
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Hello, thanks for visiting my page.

My name is Will, but I go by my pen name, Willis. I'm 15 years old but you wouldn't know that if I hadn't told you.

I write short fantasy stories and poetry across a number of genres, my inspiration comes from the beautiful Lake District where I live and it is honestly one of the best places to live in the UK

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A short story or novelette up to 17,500 words. I'm willing to write any of the following genres: Fantasy, Horror, Mystery or Crime. You can give me as much or as little detail as you please, but I'll go out of the way to make sure your commission is excellent. Prices take into account the commission deviantART receives, 150 points equates to £0.99 GBP.

Here are a few examples of my work!

Odyssey Into 2012: KyotoShe had a strange, powerful feeling in her left hand, it felt more dexterous than her right. Like it had a purpose. Her hair felt rigid... and burned, had her hair been scorched before she landed on this abandoned street in Tokyo? Maybe the paper would give her answers... she ran her long, slender fingers across the scrap of paper, it smelt of intrigue and mystery. She liked mystery, it was a constantly blowing wind leading to new and exciting places, Kyoto sounded like an exciting place. Suddenly frightened, she paused midbreath, her vision blurred..

"Kyoto. How did I think of that?".

The blurring subsided and then she found out

Jorvik Tales: Chapter 1Sprite of the Frost
Old Man Winter hit the ground running.
He took the Jorvik guards completely by surprise, all it took was a cold hard touch on the head and he knew they were out cold, literally. Then, he slashed at the metal portcullis at Micklegate Bar with his bony talons. One slash was all that was needed, the portcullis froze and contracted and re-expanded very quickly, the effect: The portcullis smashed and Old Man Winter walked in to the City of Jorvik without a noise.
Immediately, Old Man Winter felt his power being supped from him. These particular Vikings had their elders to keep the city safe magically. It was a horrible feeling, he felt like he was melting in the heat.
With every step he felt weaker, but he reached deep within his essence and took flight again. When he landed, he was standing on the East side of Jorvik Minster, a small stone church right in the centre of Jorvik, it was also the seat of the Witenagemot that particular evening. It was imper

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Scrap of IronStep upon the grass, rain-spattered, wind-shattered,
A fair distance down I see a wrought iron beacon, beckoning me
Forward across the pools of green, ploughed and pummelled,
At the top I'm one of the mass, swelling and apprehensive.

A blacksmith approaches, he reckoning me local.

He holds a bucket of fire, excited and ready,
Pour it on, the first flame ignites the hills, mighty at last.
The second from Brantfell, the third from Helvellyn, menacing and sharp. Fourth, fifth and sixth!
By dusk, eleven could be seen, from Scafell to the Pikes,
We lit the flame and we lit up the world.

I shift to another scene, silent and mysterious for
Miles I seem to be alone in perpetuity, oaken and peaceful.
The fields won’t stir, insentient and desolate,

I am one and myself, with empty heart yet enlightened.

And the people have gone. But cheered with fervour at the light,
It’s a marvel, those having a curbed life never saw.
I will sit,

A Silent FlierA certain silent flier,
Buoyed only by its drive, its wings,
Flying behind the flock, but flying higher,
What could it be?
mesmerising, popular,
fierce,
Alpha.
Yet in pressure crushed,
The others violent,
Annoyed by the bird's ignorance,
The certain silent flier,
Its friends possessed by the sheep mentality,
Frantic with ire,
What could it do?
retaliate, murder,
conquer,
Succeed?
Though the silent flier fell,
On the swathes of snow below,
A rip formed in the ground, two rips, four;
"Dear silent filer,
It is I, Mother Gaia,
Return to your friends,

The ones who you have,
riled, enraged,
bedevilled,

Vexed.

Yet they'll readmit you,
To the upper echelon of the flock,
A forgiveness and remorse, you'll find",
The certain silent flier,
Buoyed only by its drive, its wings
Flew beyond the flock, but flew higher,
Safe from the flock's
coercion, commitment
expectation,

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FacadeAn angled blade,
A swift killing,
A coup de grâce,
The guillotine, once a mercy killing machine,

The clinical system,
The merciless gas,
The furious efficiency,
The washroom, the victims called it their doom,

It served a purpose,
The removal of kings, lords, marquises, earls,
They got their revolution,
Was it the same as the "Final Solution"?

Auschwitz served a purpose too:
The downfall of the Jews.
They got their liberation,
The world celebrated with jubilation,

It was just a façade.

Both were seen as a solution,
A protection,
From what?
The truth?
Guillotine drenched in blood,
Of the citizens who championed i

Poems of any kind! Haikus, sonnets, ballads, free verse, maybe even concrete poetry? I'm happy to write something according to your brief with maturity and thoughtful consideration. Prices take into account the commission deviantART takes.

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Sony be trolling.

by ~Willis-Crisp, 12 hours, 54 minutes ago
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I don't know how many of you have seen that, but lol.

On another note, I want Xbox to win. PlayStation has never particularly excited me and whilst they're keeping the good stuff like the ability to share games easily, what other innovation is there asides the better graphics? At least Microsoft are making an effort to introduce Kinect and interaction with your television as a new way of using your console, but their PR is just awful. In addition, I'm a user of Windows 8, thus I have an interest in having Microsoft products integrate with other Microsoft products (My brother has a 360). Buying into PlayStation would be pointless for me because of this and also because my achievements etc. are with Xbox.

I don't agree with the idea that you can only share games once, how the game is tied to your Live account and that publishers have control over whether you can trade-in or not. But guess what, publishers have control on PS4 aswell; not to the same extent, but they ARE allowed to set their own DRM. I'm looking at you, EA. *coughs* SIMCITY *coughs*

So, I think that PS4 has won the PR battle at least. It's not too late for Microsoft to correct the flaws with the Xbone (which I hope they will if they have even a shred of integrity to their customers,) and lower the price ($499 in GBP is £318, yet it costs £449 which is equal to over $700!). I'm just saying let's not all call doom on the Xbone yet. If you remember from the last generation, PS3 did improve its prospects towards the middle-end.

Okay, rant over. Have a nice week

EDIT: And before you all start trolling me and calling me a legionnaire of the Microsoft Tribe. I DO own an iPod, thus I am exempt!

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