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Jeveux Lécrivain

Joined July 2009 and calls Ficly home.

56 stories, 0 challenges, 16 comments, and 8 friends

To Whom this may concern:

Words are the vessels of our soul. Some choose to ignore their call, while others choose to embrace their importance. So go out and dare to discover the mysteries about yourself. All you need is ink…

“Written are the celebrations that one may hold.
While left on the lips, are the speculations that one never told.”
- Jeveux Lécrivain

Stories

  1. You Will Dream Again

    I am sorry. I truly am. In the beginning the flowers did bloom, And the sun did shine. I saw wonder in your eyes, I read love on you lips. Time is a fickle creature, She builds bridges and destroys them. All depending on the mood she is in. Time was no...

  2. The Bay Window (Part 5)

    (Continued) As it is presented, With the love of my life, The angel of my Heaven, As we gaze, fixed out the Bay Window. The Bay Window, Which assists me in expressing, The true feeling I have inside. The true emotions that I feel The Bay Window. Which...

  3. The Bay Window (Part 4)

    (Continued) She turns to me as I step into the room. My heart skips a beat, I will forever be nervous. I feel an overwhelming sensation flow through my body, Love floods in. With a wispy smile she turns back to the window. I approach and sit behind her...

  4. The Bay Window (Part 3)

    (Continued) Luckily my home is quaint. Because I would search high and low, No boundary will ever keep me from her. That I am sure of. I travel through time as I walk, room to room. Through memories of laughter and happiness, But also memories of sadn...

  5. The Bay Window (Part 2)

    (Continued) Mere moments pass. The air, still cold, stands still. The snow stops and watches. My soul found the path to home. Quickly I enter and shut the door behind me. Warmth rushes to greet me, I welcome it with a smile and open arms. I can see on...

  6. The Bay Window (Part 1)

    The shiver sent down my spine, As the storm started to paint. Outside the air is sharp and cuts my face, Still I trudge along through the chill. White engulfs me, dancing all around. It appears the clouds have descended to play. I am blinded to my surr...

  7. The Current and the Breeze (Part 2)

    (Continued) He gazed upon the song of his heart, With eyes relentless. He must obtain the apple of his eye, No matter the sentence. So he stripped himself of his power, To the waves unexpected. He shed the pride bounding him to sorrow, He left himself ...

  8. The Current and the Breeze (Part 1)

    Waves move by the Current’s demands, Without fail and without falter. For the Current is strong and full of pride, His thoughts and mind could not be altered. He ruled the waves for years and years, Morals and flaws never the question. Many revel...

  9. A Stem of Thorns

    At the end of every stem of thorns is a magnificent rose. A rose with pedals of the brightest red. Behind every beautiful women, Is a past full of struggles. Below every stem of thorns are roots, These roots are strong and nourished. Supporting every b...

  10. For All Shall Search

    The gates of Heaven reside at one place, Not hidden in a secret chamber, Or behind a trick door, But this does not mean it is not mysterious. The gates of Heaven is often over-looked. For it is hidden in plain sight. Not invisible just disguised, Thoug...

  11. The Natural Balance

    Power, The only true currency. Word, The only true possession. The being possessing both, Will walk a thin line. For Evil is the brother of Good. Twins actually. Each represent the other, In such a way that makes it near impossible to distinguish betwe...

  12. A Word Not Meant to Be Defined

    Passion is a word not meant to be defined, It is a word that has a different definition for everyone who uses it. It is more than a simple incarnation of the English language, Passion is the meaning of life.

  13. The Feeling in My Gut

    I cannot start to explain the feeling in my gut. It all started earlier that day. It was a normal moring commute, Todd Greene was watering his plants while Susan Yost drank tea on her front porch. The Derby boys were running to the bus stop again, they...

  14. The Art of Flying Against the Wind

    You stand at the edge of the cliff, Looking out at the vast world, The sights crash over your eyes, The sounds race in your ears. You wish to fly, To explore the wonders of the unknown, You wish to soar, Above all the beauty that lies below. You dream ...

  15. The Letters from the Dusty Old Shoe Box

    I found them a couple years ago. They were just resting in a dusty old shoe box for who knows how long. I had no intention of stumbling across them, but it is kind of a blessing that I did. In that dusty old shoe box were letters signed by my Mother an...

  16. Through the Window (part 2)

    The light taunts me, beckoning me towards it. I continue to stare off in front of me and do not dare detour from my path. I start to walk again determined to no be tempted by the window. As I walk away the window begins to follow and slide down the cor...

  17. Through The Window (part 1)

    It is dark. Whenever I wake up when it is still black outside my window I feel empty. The black abyss sits restlessly outside my window. I stand erect and walk over to my window to close the curtains. I start to head down to the kitchen. The journey is...

  18. The Future Is Amoung Us; For Those Who Look

    I remember the past as I predict the future Mere wisps of my imagination fill my head To my surprise sights of marvels, and amazement sculped in my mind As it intertwines with my soul These visions of my future came as my dreams, that I guard and nurt...

  19. The Typewriter

    An old type writer sits collecting dust. Always forgotten, abandoned, silent. It stayed there since the beginning. And now it is the end. For all that time only one sentence sits on the rotting paper: Believing and seeing are interpretations of trust.

  20. For The Well-Minded Person

    The point of no return comes from perception. In one’s mind, thoughts, and dreams. For the strong there is no such point. For the weak there are many. But for the well-minded person they are only points of changed direction.

  21. Life in Death (cont.)

    (cont). He stepped outside the dorr of his antique home. The light danced off the dew with such subtlty that only a trained eye could appreciate. Why on the most beautiful of mornings did the God above decided to destroy everything he has ever worked f...

  22. Life in Death

    It was the peak of his life, every piece was falling into place that created amazing memories for him to remember for the rest of his life. Their was life in his soul and fire in his heart; he conquered his world with no mercy and unrelienting force. H...

  23. A Short Story

    I was 19 when I fell in love with her, at a college bar somewhere in town. I have no idea the name of the bar or the drinks we had on that night. The small details never stuck with me throughout the years. We were a unstoppable couple; we sharded every...

  24. The Forest Benches

    The train sped by faster than any other train on the rails that day. A station stood erect on either sides of the tracks, for the exiting and entering passengers. Forest green benches lined the walkway for the excessivley tired or the excessivley eager...

  25. "Thoughts"

    The future is cloudy With my anxious mind And I think all day Is it worth my time But you know what This aint no ballad Not a story No mind’s too crowded With all the thoughts Of everyday Keep pushing on Get my pay Although there is something...

  26. The Terrible Tale Of Miss Margret Matthews

    “Help! Help!” Miss Margret screamed For she has just been tricked by a dastardly scheme And to Miss Margret’s asine past She had fallen for the same trick two days before last A glare on her face, her lips purse She lifted her fist a...

  27. I Drift Away

    When I fall asleep I drift away Into a magical place I wish to stay Because the real world is full of doubt It drys the imagination like a drought I attempt to stay, but to no prevail So in my dreams a faraway land I sail For I am the leader, the maste...

  28. To Come and Gamble at Boston's Favorite, Molly's

    I was a regular Saturday night crowd at Molly’s pub.Molly’s is a very popular bar in the heart of Boston. Nothing screams great time like a true Irish Guiness or an American Budweiser.It was 9 o’clock on this particular Saturday, and ...

  29. The World in a Sentence or Two..

    If you had to chose on word to describe the world, what would it be? My choice? Hmmmm… Random.

  30. We are Stuck in a Tangled Web

    We are stuck in a tangled web. Like a fly that squirms and squirms, with no surprise that it’s asine hope fails. High school is a tough time; there’s classes, grades, sports, and social lives.To every teenager’s dismay being in the pr...

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  • Mighty-Joe Young (A.K.A Strong Coffee)(LoA)
  • Violet
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  • 32 ^2
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