reddequeen

Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat

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In The Long Hours by reddequeen, literature

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In The Long Hours

I sit uneasily in our bed Feeling so small The sheets stretching away from me Like acres of blush tinted landscape I know it is not for long Your absence is temporary Your ring sparkles from my finger Your return is assured It is memories that plague me On the nights you are gone Phantoms of forgotten loneliness Ghosts of cold nights past The lingering trace of those years Years of distance and heartbreak Of sobbing into pillows Of "never again" I pull your pillow to my chest Still pungent with your scent Murmur to myself that is won't be long And sleep comes

Aperitif by reddequeen, literature

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Aperitif

James liked these small, old fashioned Japanese restaurants. He had encountered them a while back on a business trip to Japan, and had looked diligently for them in the US upon his return. There was just something about them. He sat in a private room, separated from the rest of the establishment by paper screens, overlooking a rather charming (if small) garden. There were four such rooms in this particular place, and it had taken him some effort to procure one. But he preferred a small, more intimate setting for this dinner. At seven precisely, she appeared. The screen door slid to the side to reveal a beautiful woman with brown hair s

The Words Won't Come by reddequeen, literature

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The Words Won't Come

My head is aching My eyelids heavy My heart bereaving And the words won’t come My fingers itch to move The keyboard The pen The paper It all calls to me But the words won’t come My mind is screaming The silence is oppressive The stark white The unblemished canvas The gaping void And still no words Nothings comes Nothing breaks the tension I stare dumbfounded The ideas crowd The worlds collide Realities shudder and sigh Yet still the words won’t come

All I Do is Smile by reddequeen, literature

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All I Do is Smile

You tell me that you're happy You tell me that it's good And all I do is smile Because it's as it should You say we'll be together You say it just takes time And all I do is smile Because for now that's fine I tell you that I miss you I tell you that I'm proud Then all I do is smile And lose you in the crowd You tell me that you love me You swear it won't be long And all I do is smile Though we both know this song They tell me that I'm strong They tell me that we're smart And all I do is smile And hide my aching heart They ask me how you're doing They ask me how it's been And all I do is smile But my smile's wearing thi

The Naming, Part II by reddequeen, literature

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The Naming, Part II

"Trouble. Trouble! Wake up! What did you do!?" Trouble whipped her head up, startled out of sleep and ready to defend herself, and immediately regretted it. The room spun and she fell as quickly as she had risen. It took another minute before she tentatively lifted her head again. Her eyes focusing this time, she found herself staring at a rather irritated Malik. It was somewhat touching to see that the irritation was rapidly being replaced with guarded curiosity and perhaps a bit of concern. "Malik," she murmured, and reached forward, grabbing his arm to pull herself up. She heard him take in a quick breath, surprised, but stood s

The Naming, Part I by reddequeen, literature

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The Naming, Part I

It was a glorious sunset. The sky was aflame with scarlet, orange, and gold, the colors blending together like paints on an artist's palette. The light colored the strange little city with it's white walls, high towers, and arched passages, lending it a glowing, golden quality, accented by the firey gleam off of beaten copper roofs. The streets were the only part of this city that did not embrace glow in the setting sun – the black cobblestones absorbed all light, running through the city like dark rivers cutting through burning glaciers. The city was beginning to calm – it was summer, so the sun was setting at the end of a rather long da

It is Fitting by reddequeen, literature

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It is Fitting

It is fitting that I should long for you That I should wake and reach out to the empty place beside me That I should close my eyes and remember your scent And spend my nights in a daze of feverish dreams Dreams of your mouth to my own, your body against mine It is fitting that I should think of you That I should smile to myself at the mention of your name That I should think of the sea and think of your eyes And content myself with imagining your smile And imagining you're smiling at me It is fitting that I should love you That I should know so well the music of your laugh That I should grasp the twistings of your mind And find a

Inside My Haunted Head, Part I by reddequeen, literature

A Long Road by reddequeen, literature

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A Long Road

It's been a long road, this loving Strange twists and dangerous turns Chaotic as the path of a tear But sweeter than honey dissolving on the tongue And more piercing than an arrow More piercing than your gaze Painful in ways that never show on the skin Heavy with time and meaning and memories Fraught with sorrows and anger and lies Sodden with joys and lingering kisses Resounding with laughter and shouts of pleasure Resonating with a deep, unspoken understanding It's been a long road, this loving But one well traveled And one neither of us are done with yet

A Different Love by reddequeen, literature

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A Different Love

We do not love like others Those who cling desperately to their hearts Who hold back from fear or in hopes of something better The ones who hide behind their lives Seeing everyone as a possible enemy Another way for the world to hurt them We do not share in their passion Those who jealously guard their hearts And even more jealously guard their heart's desire And would lock their beloved in a cage To be theirs and theirs alone for eternity Or the ones who have refused love Seeing it as nothing but an irritation A distraction that serves no purpose We are the ones who never count the cost Who proudly show our battle scars Cheri

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Aperitif by reddequeen, literature

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About reddequeen

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

July 26, 1979
United States
Deviant for 21 years
She / Her

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Redde has a writing problem. She's sought help for it, but her friends and family have accepted that it's never going to go away. As such, she attempts to indulge in this strange addiction at a moderate pace, trying her hardest not to fall into the dangerous, destructive spiral that is full-time writing.

That aside, Redde is an occasionally charming woman living with her children and husband (in that order) in the greater Seattle area. She's known to be bitchy, caustic, loving, nurturing, sarcastic, sincere, fatalistic, optimistic, sex-crazed, calm, and completely spastic in any given twenty-four hour period. Feeding instructions include (but are not limited to) liberal amounts of Tazo Chai, Thai foods involving peanut sauce, sushi, and French pastries - the Redde is most certainly an omnivore. She prefers densely populated areas with easy access to Starbucks, shopping, and places to socialize. Her coloring changes frequently, though she seems to prefer to clothe herself in black, and there are no known records of her natural hair color.

Favourite Visual Artist

Robin McFadden

Favourite Movies

Hard to say - I love a lot of movies, but haven't gotten really excited over one in a bit.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

For right now? Depeche Mode.

Favourite Writers

Gaiman, Heinlein, Lackey, Yolen, Stephenson, Yeats, Parker, Huff, to name a few.

Favourite Games

Currently? Dragon Age. And variations on Twister.

Favourite Gaming Platform

I'm still up in the air about this one.

Tools of the Trade

Malenkaya (which is the name of my netbook)

Other Interests

I have many interests. It is a side effect of containing multitudes.

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reddequeen

Jun 25, 2017

The solid, steady click of mechanical keyboards

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The internet is a void which I grow tired of throwing my words out into.  I'm going to keep doing it, because the need to write is too strong to stop, but it gets awfully tiresome at times.  This account seems to serve no purpose anymore outside of following other artists, and I debate with whether or not I will change that.  I haven't gotten a worthwhile critique from this site since...actually, no, I've never gotten a worthwhile critique from this site.  DA has never really been a place for writers, in my experience, and at this point in the game I'm not terribly interested in trying to re-insert myself into the community.  Maybe in another

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reddequeen

Dec 14, 2015

I am hunting for ancient and feral tomes. I understand they stalk the rows for stray sentences. Perhaps I can bait a trap with some horrific bit of overly saccharine teen romance.

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reddequeen

Oct 25, 2013

Still working on it!

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So yeah, since Deviant Art isn't exactly a huge priority for me (because, as previously stated, it's not the best forum for feedback for authors), I still haven't finished editing everything and cleaning up my page.  I'll get to it.  But not right now.  October is dedicated to Halloween activities.  November is dedicated to NaNoWriMo.  Might be back by December. In the meantime, still writing.  I actually started a fanfic, of all things, and that makes me feel dirty.  But I'm still writing it!