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I will look over and edit any sort of written document up to 1,000 words for this price. I will mark anything wrong with grammar, punctuation, etc. However, I will not correct things such as style or voice. That is up to the author.
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This sort of journal isn't that common for me, especially these days. Frankly, I don't like talking about myself. But this is a good opportunity to practice, so why not give it a try? The icon whatsit at the top of the page is gone now, so hopefully I'm not too late. Even if I am, though, I started this last night and so I plan to finish.


It's strange to think about now, but my time on deviantART began all the way back in 2008. I was fifteen at the time, and admittedly not much of an artist. In fact, I wasn't an artist at all. I didn't even think to call myself one. My friend SnapFissure actually set up the account for me. I can't entirely remember why we decided this was a good idea now. Originally, my plan was to post pages of a comic I worked on in school, which is where my username comes from. But sometimes, our plans don't go as we expect, and I never did post a single page.
Through the PanesThrough the Panes
Like the sky and the sun hide the stars in the day
Your eyes merely cover your insides, you say
I thought about this, and let the cogs meet
Some lesser men would have their feet be fleet
But I? No, my interest is too great
I would surely leave such things up to fate
I listen to pains
The hurt behind the panes
The glass in the windows of your eyes
It walls up your troubles, pretends they are lies
Though the frosted portal might deter some
I want to wipe away that ice with a ready thumb
Give me the chance, and I'd gladly see it all
No matter how large the order - or tall
You may not know it, for I sometimes am blank
But I'd surely keep watch and defend your flank
I feel light and free when you're around
To the point that I could talk and not make a sound
So I speak anyway, force words that make sense
Rather than stand there and put up a fence
Then I soon realized time with you meant a lot
And our palaver came easy, not fruitlessly sought
Anything, everything our topics


After that, I disappeared for a long time. I had no visual art to share with anyone, and at the time, I didn't know I could post writing. That, coupled with the terribly slow internet I had at the time, discouraged me from being very active. But about halfway through 2009, I learned that poetry was acceptable and I posted some of my work. Even then, though, I still wasn't very active, so my poems were left to gather dust. Looking back on them now, they really weren't especially good.
MartyrMartyr
No one seems to notice
The bloodstains on the wall.
No one wants to hear
The sound of the body fall.
No one seems to care
That day passed into night.
No seems to care
That there’s only one who guards the light.
No one seems to notice
The martyr wants to leave.
No one wants to hear
The martyr’s dying screams.
Everyone wants to believe
The martyr deserves this fate.
Everyone wants to believe
The martyr will take all this hate.
Everyone wants to see
The martyr take the fall.
Everyone wants to see
The martyr bear the sins of all.
The martyr wants to see
The others stop their fights.
The martyr wants to believe
That his death will put things right.
But the martyr knows in his heart
That peace will never be.
The martyr knows that the others
Cannot and never will see;
See all the pain
That they brought on him,
The lies they made him believe,
The cruelty that put him on the rim.
No one seems to notice
The martyr will one day fight back.


Another year of little activity passed. Somehow, I became interested in spriting during 2010. In some stroke of madness, I thought I could make a computer game all by myself and so I went about learning how to make the graphics. It was during this time I became somewhat involved with the deviantART community. At least, compared to the previous two years. I met some very kind individuals who helped me improve tremendously during that time.
Cetiron Line by Captain-RandomSalamander by raikirbyFurret and Me by AgentLym

One other event from 2010 is worth mentioning. While commenting on one of Midnitez-REMIX's journals, I happened to meet a fellow deviant by the name of DeviBrigard. Since that day, we have become figuratively inseparable. If not for those pesky physical distances, we would be actually inseparable as well.
Eventide Terrace: Rosa Station by Midnitez-REMIXHelix Fossil by DeviBrigard

Since then, I have seen modest success here. The first chapter of my novel, The Clocksmith, earned a Daily Devation in 2012. A few of my better poems have been featured by others. Although my spriting did improve to the point where I would have considered myself competent, I gradually let that fall by the wayside.
The Clocksmith Chapter OneThe sun was not yet up, though the sky had turned the colorless hue that heralds sunrise.  The tops of trees still budding could be seen as stark shadows against the sky, a testament to the light that would soon return to the world.  From somewhere in the predawn fog, the forlorn sound of a train echoed into the dark station.  Gradually, the rhythmic chugging of the engine's wheels became more audible, and the large iron beast came into view.  The train came to rest in the station, steam blowing out of its smokestack.
"Pine Harbor!" the conductor shouted drearily, half-expecting no one to get off.  Peter stepped alone off the passenger car and looked around.  Home at last, he thought wryly.  Not that there was anything in particular to look forward to.  Swinging his father's battered top hat onto his head, he walked out of the station and into the road.
At this hour, Pine Harbor lay in the midst of the fore


And that brings us to the present. I realize that nowadays, I tend to be very quiet and uninvolved. This is not because I dislike any of you. To be frank, I'm very shy and have a hard time initiating conversations. I have heard many people find the anonymity a computer screen provides to be the barrier they need to socialize, but for me, the opposite is true. I have some ideas as to why this is, but that's another story for another journal. Just know that, even if I might not show it outwardly, I really do appreciate each and every one of you.

001 -- IntroductionThere are times I wish I could start at the end. Endings are what people cling to; what we remember when the book has been shut. It's the ending we talk about with our friends and stay up until the early hours of morning pondering about. Perhaps that's why endings are so beautiful—it is only then that we know the truth of all which came prior.
If only our beginnings could be as simple. What are we when we start but a blank sheet, ready for anything to be written. Some of us will be etched with beautiful design, calligraphic texts of love letters sent and responded to; others hastily scribbled upon and then crinkled up and tossed into the waste basket, never to be read again. Time can bring beauty or death, cruelty only as harsh as the quill decides to press.
In the beginning, we are all the same. No ink, no tears, no bends. We stand together upon a shelf, awaiting the first stroke of the master's quill to guide us to our eventual ends. We are pure, clean, and intact. Naivety is ou
Haiku: Leaves fade naught"Leaves fade naught"
Leaves of morning
Light of summer sky gleaming
Fading slowly, naught
Vibrantly Downy by ariellepalmerArchangel by BaroqueOriginPixels: Heading Home by ChippyFish 001 -- IntroductionThere are times I wish I could start at the end. Endings are what people cling to; what we remember when the book has been shut. It's the ending we talk about with our friends and stay up until the early hours of morning pondering about. Perhaps that's why endings are so beautiful—it is only then that we know the truth of all which came prior.
If only our beginnings could be as simple. What are we when we start but a blank sheet, ready for anything to be written. Some of us will be etched with beautiful design, calligraphic texts of love letters sent and responded to; others hastily scribbled upon and then crinkled up and tossed into the waste basket, never to be read again. Time can bring beauty or death, cruelty only as harsh as the quill decides to press.
In the beginning, we are all the same. No ink, no tears, no bends. We stand together upon a shelf, awaiting the first stroke of the master's quill to guide us to our eventual ends. We are pure, clean, and intact. Naivety is ou
Day 512. Speed Paint Insomniganza 20/20 - DONE! by Cryptid-CreationsImagine Big Rose by DragonJSPDragon on D20 by DragonsAndBeastiesChained Spectre Illusam by Hallm3Spring Comes... by HanaKotoneUS - Bierce-sepia by JCEruntalonThe Original Story Act I by NachtBeirmannSliggoo by princess-phoenixEminence Concept Art by shoelesspeacockRose Nouveau by spiffychicken
Cyclical loveI see a beginning and an end
clasped within the lines of your palms, echoing
in the ripples of your irises;
I remember the apricot april morning
stumbling over your outstretched legs
in the park which I had never seen as
anything more than a cut-through, but
my life changed course and the park
became a destination and I still don’t know
when I noticed that I was waking up
twenty minutes earlier just to
talk to you before work, just to hear
your lilting voice flow through my ears and
fill my mouth with ideas;
And I remember the dew drops kissing my feet
when you convinced me that it was practically illegal
to wear shoes in june and I watched as
the grass pressed hatched patterns into your skin
and for a moment I wished that they were my fingers
holding you in eternal summer lawns, swan choruses,
whirring rollerskates, the smell of peach blossoms;
And I remember you blooming and shedding
the remnants of your cocoon as you pointed out
made-up constellations littering a swelling augu
Lunar EclipseWhite-gloved fingers
follow wishes across the night;
Nature's mime
wears a crescent moon
and a blaring sun
in his eyes.
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Cody Brown
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Greetings and salutations, friends! My name is Cody Brown, author of The Clocksmith. When not writing, I can typically be found adding detail to the land of Brigard, which my novels take place in. Occasionally, I have been known to dabble in the arcane arts of game design.
If you find me doing something other than the above three things, I am probably a doppelganger sent to destroy everyone I hold dear.

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Esmereth Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for le llama ^_^

~Esmereth
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Captain-Random Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Professional Writer
You're welcome. Thank you for the llama in return :)
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Esmereth Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
You are most welcome!!~

~Esmereth
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Riftress Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the llama! ^u^
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Captain-Random Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2014  Professional Writer
You're welcome. Thank you for the llama in return :D
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Riftress Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
It's my pleasure! uwu
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Strialia Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2014
Thanks for the llama ^^

Have a nice day ! :happybounce: 
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Captain-Random Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2014  Professional Writer
You're welcome, and thank you :)
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xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fave on 'Cyclical Love' Oh my god - OMG Danisnotonfire: FEELS 
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You're welcome :D
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