GypsyMaid

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A Human Life by GypsyMaid, literature

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A Human Life

The diner was empty, more or less, the only people remaining being the solitary stragglers who had sought refuge from the night and the rain. In the corner, tucked away in the furthest booth, sat an old man – homeless, by the state of his clothes, and nursing his cold hands around his mug of black coffee and sighing, as if he had never felt such warmth before. The next man, a truck driver, sat at the counter, his tired eyes staring vacantly forwards as he listened to the hum of the radio, occasionally grunting with acknowledgment as the waitress silently refilled his mug. The clattering of crockery could be heard from the kitchen to the

Take Me by GypsyMaid, literature

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Take Me

Wrenching his knife out from between the demon’s ribs, Dean watched as the creature before him faltered and died, the black of her eyes draining away as her body slumped down to the ground at his feet. He left her lying where she had fallen, not bothering to pile her corpse upon the rest – where was the need, when the pile just kept rising, higher and higher? She would not be the last to die that night; the onslaught was far from over, and it wouldn’t be long before another swarm of demons caught their scent. Casting his gaze one last time over the corpse-strewn ground, Dean turned away from the carnage, retreating up the st

Old Records by GypsyMaid, literature

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Old Records

“I’m telling you, Sam,” Dean sighed, sifting aimlessly through a pile of old papers with the barrel of his shotgun. “It’s not here.” After almost two hours of searching their father’s old storage bunker, Dean was starting to grow restless; he had been more than a little skeptical to begin with, but after scouring every inch of the filing cabinets, the desks, and the rows upon rows of shelves, he was quickly beginning to lose interest in the hunt. John’s lock-up was little more than a junkyard, chock-full of dusty books and rusting antiques, and Dean was willing to bet that their mysterious arti

Tricks with Fire by GypsyMaid, literature

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Tricks with Fire

In a land of myth and a time of magic, the dreams of a great king are shaped by the sorcery of a young man. His name... “Merlin!” the young prince hissed, ducking through the small gap in the stable door before reaching over to bolt it closed. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Despite his questioning, Arthur already knew the answer – no, this was certainly not a good idea, not one bit. His father had warned him many times not to leave his chambers after dark, and Arthur could easily imagine his fury at finding his son not only out of bed, but out of the castle altogether. And as for what he was doing…

Mistakes Part 2 by GypsyMaid, literature

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Mistakes Part 2

Alarmed, Castiel looked around. The room in which he found himself was small, barely larger than a streetside telephone booth, and was walled up on all sides by panels of darkened wood. There were no windows to see out of, no doors by which to leave; just four empty walls, enclosing him in a space so small that it only gave him enough room to stand. Swallowing back his fear, Castiel inspected the walls that surrounded him, pressing his hands against the wooden panels in search for any means of escape. Yet no matter how hard he pushed, the walls did not give way… he was trapped, and he had no idea where. The first thought that crossed

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A Human Life by GypsyMaid, literature

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Debris (middle chapter) by GypsyMaid, literature

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Debris (middle chapter)

It had been almost four weeks since Aidan Richardson had last turned the corner onto 81st street, and though the area was much the same as it had always been, there was something distinctly different about the sight which now met his eyes. The road itself remained quite unchanged, as littered with potholes as it has always been, and the skyscrapers which rose up on all sides still jostled for space as they reached up into the sky. Yet, almost as if his eyes were no longer his own, the world around him did not seem the same, and Aidan couldn’t help but marvel at the difference. Coming to a halt, the young man cast his gaze down to the g

Debris by GypsyMaid, literature

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Debris

The year was 1929, and the United States of America had crashed into what would be the worst depression the world had ever seen. Unable to keep its head above the turbulent ocean of poverty, this once glorious country began to drown in loss, hardship and, more prominently, its sorrow. For it was not just the country's economy that suffered; the depression ran deep in the hearts and minds of the American people, tarnishing their spirits and dousing any hope they had left to cling onto. America collapsed, and what was left was just the wreckage of broken dreams and shattered lives. Debris, scattered across the fifty states. For the unfortunate

Debris - Prologue by GypsyMaid, literature

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Debris - Prologue

Rivers' Diary by GypsyMaid, literature

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Rivers' Diary

Another patient was submitted to Craiglockheart today; another name to add to the seemingly endless lists of those in our care. I often find myself wondering, when the war began – did the Generals and the politicians and all those in power ever imagine there to be quite as much destruction? Not just physical damage, but mental, too – to the minds and hearts and souls of all those sent out to fight? The war strikes them down in their thousands, and those whose minds can never forget what they have witnessed are sent away, to war hospitals all across the country. And it is here, at Craiglockheart, where I must tend to such broken men,

Human Part 6 by GypsyMaid, literature

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Human Part 6

"Capital," I called out into my apartment, closing the door behind me and casting my keys down onto the table, "you've got to keep the TV down in here, okay? This is the third time Mrs. Adams has complained about it." Why Capital was watching a cooking programme, I had no idea, but he seemed enthralled with it all the same. Sat cross-legged on the carpet with his eyes about a foot away from the screen, my roommate didn't even look up at me as I entered, all of his attention focused on watching the aspiring cooks prepare their dishes. Realizing that he probably hadn't heard me, I strode over to the coffee table to retrieve the remote, turning

Human Part 5 by GypsyMaid, literature

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Human Part 5

I had barely just stepped out of the shower when Capital's voice drifted in from the hall, as eager and innocent as always. "Okay, so, at nine o'clock this morning you have a meeting with your manager, in his office. After that, you have about ten minutes to relay your manager's message to your co-workers before the IT technicians visit Floor Six to install the new firewall." I was pretty sure that Capital didn't have the foggiest notion of anything he had just read off my timetable, but I appreciated the help all the same. Since the other week, when I had told my roommate of how late I had been to that important meeting, the winged man ha

Human Part 4 by GypsyMaid, literature

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Human Part 4

Aside from the purring of a computer, and the creak of a chair being rocked backwards, the room was silent. The time was quarter to nine, and darkness was descending over London. Most of the employees who worked at the company had gone home for the evening, and many floors of the office block had been shut down for the night. Lights were switched off, computers went onto standby, and all empty coffee cups had been tossed into the waste bins. The only sound to break the silence was the ticking of a clock, or the gentle gurgle of a cool water dispenser. But on the twenty-third floor, in the manager's office, one man was still awake. And his n

Human Part 3 by GypsyMaid, literature

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Human Part 3

As it turns out, my night was as peaceful as I could have wished for. The incident with the feathers now forgotten, Capital and I lounged lazily on the sofa, the movie that we were watching erasing all memory of our stressful days. His mind no longer focused on the discomfort of his moulting wings, Capital allowed himself to relax, his eyes fixed to the screen. Whether it was my exhaustion after a long day at work, or my pity for Capital's situation, I did not mind that my roommate's legs were now sprawled across my lap, his bare feet resting against my thigh. His left arm hung down to the carpet, while his right reached up to the arch of his

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Artist // Student // Varied

Mar 11
United Kingdom
Deviant for 12 years
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Hey (:

I'm Nellie. On my deviantart I upload my fan fictions, other prose, traditional art, photography and nonsense. Please feel free to look through my galleries!

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Favourite Movies

The Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Hobbit trilogy, The Avengers, Sherlock Holmes, War Horse, Iron Man, The Great Gatsby

Favourite TV Shows

Supernatural, Being Human, Doctor Who, Sherlock

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Florence and the Machine, My Chemical Romance, Darren Criss, Charlene Kaye,

Favourite Books

Inkheart trilogy, Reckless, The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit, The Eagle of the Ninth, The Book Thief

Favourite Writers

Cornelia Funke, JRR Tolkien, CS Lewis, Markus Zusak, Neil Gaiman

Tools of the Trade

Hands, Head, Heart

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Writing, Reading, Drawing, Walking, Sleeping

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GypsyMaid

Jan 12, 2014

Under construction.

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I'll be back shortly. More stories are on the way. This account shall breathe life once more. Watch this space.

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GypsyMaid

Sep 2, 2013

It's been a while.

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Inspired by a similar blog post by my wonderful friend Garra4evr (https://www.deviantart.com/garra4evr), I think it's time I explained my extended absence from DeviantArt. It's nothing you haven't heard before - the same old reasons - but just in case you'd like to know where I'm at in my very full, very busy life... here we are. :bulletblue: I've been at college, which here in England, is the two-year step before University. I'm going into my second year studying English Literature, English Language and Geography <3 :bulletblue: I've been looking at Universities, choosing where I'm going to study for the next three years (doing Creative Writing, of course). :bulletblue

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GypsyMaid

May 26, 2013

First year of college over!

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One down, one to go - and then off to University! All my exams are over, and if I'm honest, I think they went okay. I was almost late for English Literature, and almost had a heart attack whilst in the exam hall, but what I wrote wasn't that bad. Geography wasn't as smooth as I'd hoped, but was bearable, and English Language - oh, English Language! What a great way to end my exams - it was wonderful! Of all my subjects, I never imagined Language to go so well! Oh, and art. The art exam was pretty easy to be honest - just working in silence - but I'm quite sure I'm going to drop it next year. It's too much work, and is detracting me from Eng