This is rather fortunate of me to squeeze in a journal like this, but alas here we go. Weeks been a drag. Homework up to my eyeballs: English, English and the frantic, hand-wrenching, finger-seizure subject English. ICT is easy for me, meaning it doesn't count Ohhhlay!

But this week has brought me some good. While drooling like a zombie over my Homework, I mustered up a good short story about a curse - [link] - WARNING: Not for the easily deceived and easily cursed. The story in itself consists of... [Spoiler censored***Spoiler censored]. Read with lights on and blue light off. You'll thank me later. As a break I decided to write it and take half-an-hour off. A creative hour off if I must say so myself .

Then after I wrote that, I came back to Homework. Grumble. Then no, Xbox, book (My new one which is at 25 pages - get in!), sleep, games, wrestle the dog (and lose), and so forth.

Eventful week so far and there's only two days left of my holiday. How grand.

Anyway, I haven't done this for quite some Journals, but I feel it's necessary!

F-F-F-F-FEATURED deviants of the week:
Dspatzier - [link] - A Photomanipulator, a Photographer and a bloody good'en, too. Check out his work, it's fascinating and inspiring. *Looks at Photoshop Icon on Windows Taskbar*

imdangel - [link] - She writes stories and draws anime. Not that, but she critiques, too. She has critiqued some of my works and for that I'm grateful. Here are some of her works. The Olympians - The FuriesIt was cold today, I knew because I went guarding the camp together with the other demigods. The barrier made our camp warm; keep us from danger as well. Jake was teaching sword fight, Raven was training the others for riding a Pegasus. The guards were divided into 5 groups, and two members at each group. And I — I got the nerd.
He is Peter Lavoire, a French dude who’s the son of Hephaestus. He was blabbing about his small robotic dragon in his dorm room. While he fidget something tearing it all apart and assembling it again.
While he made a pause, I thought he would stop talking but something else was wrong. “I was wondering, if Hephaestus is really my Dad.” He said in a low voice.
“Don’t say that they might hear you.” I said looking up in the sky.
He shook his head. “Dad never cared for me; my other siblings got a gift from him while I don’t.”
“He’s just busy doing Greek armors and weaponry.” I said trying

RoseScarlet - [link] - A Literature Student who writes stories we authors/writers got to stick together! And, if you hadn't already noticed, she likes pie! Then again, who doesn't? PoisonedApple trails toxin into
her beautiful veins of blood dyed crimson
Raven hair fans out
Her lively face now still
the blush in her cheeks replaced by the white of the apple's interior
Poisoned Once Upon A Spell: Chapter 1, Part 1    Sunlight streamed in through the windows. I sat up and shook out my long golden locks, and the world came into focus. Wait... windows? Where was I? I recalled the events of last night. The prince... the queen... but did I not fall asleep in the forest? Why is this room so beautiful... but not like my own? How did I get here?
    Just then, the door opened by a famil If OnlyIf only
I could maybe
just maybe
start over again
I wonder
if I would
do better
If only
you were with me
maybe
I would
feel
something
more
If only
this sky was
full of stars
then maybe
my wish
would come true
If only
you were with me
maybe 
my scars wouldn't raw again.
If only.

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That is all for this weeks Journal entry. I'm going back to writing while I can. Time is, as every other predicament I get myself into like this, against me.

Until the next Journal Entry, remember:

If you do read my short story, heed my woods - and good on you!
If you have a blocked nose, get some tissue - it's good for you!
If you were drinking a cup of tea while reading this Journal... well... - good on you! *jealous*

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