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Leaving the Past by KayleeRydder, literature

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Leaving the Past

Nes cringed as another explosion shook the house. From somewhere nearby she could head a building crumbling; she wondered if it were her own home falled down around her. Even though part of the house had fallen earlier that morning she’d stayed only because she had no other place to go. Another explosion rocked the ground and sent Ness scrambling under the billiard table where she curled up tightly. With the first threat of an attack on the city her step-mother and step-sisters had slipped away in the head of the night, leaving Ness on her own. Her father was away with the army, wherever they were. She had no way to contact him a

Last Hunt by KayleeRydder, literature

Literature

Last Hunt

Her face was burned into my memory that night; it was the last night—the night of the attack. Every detail in my mind seems as defined as if it had only just happened. The fire light seemed to enhance her child-like innocence as she gazed across the fire at me. A dark strand of hair fell over one eye yet she didn’t bother to brush it aside. To her I had been like a brother, the older brother she’d always trusted to be there for her. She had always trusted me to protect her, and I always had—until that night. That night I failed her. We had been out on a hunt with the rest of our tribe’s hunters. It h

Whispered Prophecy by KayleeRydder, literature

Unbroken Perfect by KayleeRydder, literature

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Unbroken Perfect

The ground glistened brightly Reflecting the lights far above. One could easily come to believe The stars had fallen to earth. Unbroken was that white blanket, Perfect was the sparkling field. A cry went up inn the night, Sang out in mournful tones, A single note to fill the air, Held out long in a seamless cry. Unbroken it rang through the night, Perfect in its agonizing chill. She heard the cry on that night, As she laid with sleeping cubs. Up she rose from her rest, And from the den she softly paced. Unbroken the cry faded away, Perfect again was the night’s silence. Again the howl split the night, Now she knew which way to go. Of

Family Drama by KayleeRydder, literature

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Family Drama

Penny slammed the door and headed directly up to her room, after the day she’d just had she really didn’t want to face anyone in her family, least of all her little brothers. Stepping into her room she thought that she was safe until she saw Ben, her youngest brother, playing with her favorite bear. “Put that does or I’ll scream,” she warmed him. “Mom said you were supposed to stay out of my room from now on!” “Aw, Penny,” he carefully set the bear back where is belonged on her bed and got up, “I was being careful not to hurt anything.” “I don’t

Mission Lesson by KayleeRydder, literature

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Mission Lesson

What did I learn? What did I see? What thoughts came? What truths appeared? The truth of how alike So many of us really are. It is not always a choice To life the way we do. The thought of how frail Real hope actually is. Yet it is hope’s pressance That gets people thought life. The sight of many people Outwardly so very different Yet with the same problems— Even some of the same thoughts. The lesson I found is this: Though we look different We all cling to some hope, And choose how to see our own life.

Homeless by KayleeRydder, literature

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Homeless

Crying without tears, Wandering along dark streets. Heart breaking into pieces With every weary footstep. Where will he sleep tonight? Where will she find a meal? When will things turn around? When will it all be better? Huddled against a parent, Trying to keep warm tonight, Losing that dream of hope With every passing day. Does anyone see him? Does anyone care for her? When will things turn around? When will things be better? Clinging to life by a thread, Hope is but a passing dream. In the day there is only survival In the night there is only heartache. Can one climb out of this life? Can one find a better life? Will anyone reach out a

Homeless Children by KayleeRydder, literature

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Homeless Children

Why must they be lost, Children and teens so young? If only more would see the cost! As autumn’s chill bring frost So from a heart hope is wrong, But why must they be lost? Out, into reality, they are tossed Shame for who they are is hung, If only more would see the cost! To them trust is easy to exhaust Even in children—teens—so young, Why must they be lost? See their eyes with sorrow glossed Look at how our blindness stung. If only we could all see the cost! How much longer will this last? When we see the need we’re among Maybe then we’ll see the cost, And maybe then no more will be lost.

Water and Laughter by KayleeRydder, literature

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Water and Laughter

I had a dream of coral and water, Of fish and kelp in a world of blue. In this world all was good, There was no fear or dread for me. I had a dream of finned friends Who swam about as together we played. For endless hours that night We played around the magic coral reef. I had a dream filled with laughter— I laughed as I rode upon a fish’s back, Oh! So fast we traveled Speeding though that watery world..

Her Own Life by KayleeRydder, literature

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Her Own Life

Thunder rumbled, blending with the sound of her horse’s hooves as she cantered across the prairie. With a glance over her shoulder she saw the dark clouds gathering like a curse, ready to strike at anything in its path. At the edge of the storm was the sun, just touching the horizon and shining so brilliantly that it was like it was trying to fight back the clouds with the last of its strength. Lisa turned her attention forward again as she slowed the horse to an easy canter. There was no sense in pushing the poor creature, she had already been riding all day, she knew that there was no chance she’d be able to out run the s

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Leaving the Past by KayleeRydder, literature

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Leaving the Past

Her Own Life by KayleeRydder, literature

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Her Own Life

Life in Light by KayleeRydder, literature

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Life in Light

The girl looked back over her shoulder at the dark wood behind her. This was it, she was about to leave everything she’d ever known and go into a world d where there was said to be monsters. Before her the trees thinned enough to allow some light through their branches. The fog rolled around the trunks, gray and cold. Around her the trees rose like sentinels, guarding the boarder between the dark woods and the Land of Light. The forest was silent, holding its breath in anticipation for the new day. She told herself that she had to move, if she waited too long the day would come and her doorway would again be closed. Only i

Othelia by KayleeRydder, literature

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Othelia

The mirror was her only portal to the world that had been denied her for so very much of her life. Through the mirror she was able to view beautiful wonders that would then fill her mind with such dreams each night that she barely knew a moment of true sadness. And yet in the back of her mind she couldn’t help but to think that there was something missing from her life. She lived almost completely alone in two tower rooms that were completely devoid of windows. The upper room was her bedroom and the lower a sitting room. Her meals always appeared on a table in the center of the sitting room, hot and completely ready for her just whe

The Decision by KayleeRydder, literature

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The Decision

She ran through the dark woods, every sound made her heart pound even harder. She was certain that thieves were lurking just behind each and every tree. Out of the dark there seemed to be hundreds, no thousands, of eyes always on her. Deep down she felt that she never should have left home. Right now she could still be safe, serving in her master’s house. Right now she could be warm and comfortable; he had never asked more of her then she could handle and had always given her what she needed. So why then had she run away? She tried to push these thoughts down even further, just as she had the last time they had come up. She

The Memory by KayleeRydder, literature

Literature

The Memory

Shalzah studied the gold and ruby rose pendant as it lay in her hand. She could almost make herself believe that the warmth still held in the medal was from Raja’s own hand and if she turned it just right the stone still held his reflection. She could almost believe it, but not quite. She loved this pendant, it was beautiful, but even more she loved the memory that sprang to mind whenever she looked at it. It had been her and Raja’s first meeting, and their first meal together. She had known about him (the boy she was to marry) all of her short life, but this had been their first actual meeting. “I had feared that

Cold by KayleeRydder, literature

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Cold

She had always thought her father to be strong. She’d spent her life watching him rule. He was taller then most men so that when he went to work in the fields in the fall he always stood out. Men followed him without question, and always prospered. When it came to defending the lands there had never been a worry; he’d made alliances with their neighbors and had raised an army larger and stronger then most. If her father had, at times, seemed cross with Jeannette it was because he was not use to dealing with a young girl. He had left the raising of her up to the housekeeper. Still Jeannette loved him, he was her father and

Beacon Point by KayleeRydder, literature

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Beacon Point

Nashel felt her young wings faltering as she flew through the chilled night air. There was no time for her to set down even for a moment’s rest; too many lives depended on her reaching Beacon Point as quickly as she possibly could. She had made this flight many times in her life, but it had always been in short, casual trips and always with her family and friends. This had always been their yearly outing they had all looked forward to—A special treat to celebrate the coming of the warmer weather. Memory of the elfin-kind attacking the canyon her flock had always called home drove Nashel onward; it gave her the will to

Beautiful Day by KayleeRydder, literature

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Beautiful Day

What makes up a beautiful day? Is it the weather or is it what happens on that day? I suppose most would say that the weather plays a strong part in making a day beautiful. I, however, would argue that there are many days which are wet and cold but because of something that happens the day is still beautiful. So then I answer to the question would be that it is what happens and not the weather that makes a day good or bad. For instance I offer up the day I will always think of as the most beautiful day of my entire life. It was long ago, back when I was barely old enough to be considered a man. The autumn sky had been clear mo

The Thief War by KayleeRydder, literature

Literature

The Thief War

Erika laughed as her sister ran with her down the street, dodging around people as the sunlight turned their hair the strange red-gold that stood out among most others in the city. The twins were thirteen; old enough to know how they were suppose to be acting in public yet young enough that they honestly didn’t care. They were free from classes and there did not seem any reason that they shouldn’t be enjoying themselves before going home and facing the realities of life. Together they slip on the ice as they rounded the corner, barely managing to keep from falling. Without stopping they went into the store and slowe

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Last Hunt by KayleeRydder, literature

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Last Hunt

The Price by KayleeRydder, literature

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The Price

There he kneels before her His sword drawn in reverence To rise he doesn’t dare Lest he earn her abhorrence. His sword is drawn in reverence The point resting on forest turf. He fears the lady’s abhorrence, And her thinking him a common surf. His sword resting on the turf, His eyes trained on her flowing skirt Compared to her, he is a surf— A peasant clawing life out of the dirt. His eyes still on her flowing skirt A hand comes to rest upon his head. Where he a peasant covered in dirt Still his senses would the moment embed. The hand resting on his head Trails down then raises his chin And in his mind her image now embe

Autumn Day by KayleeRydder, literature

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Autumn Day

The autumn winds were icy as they stripped the trees o their leaves and mad the yellow grass wave like sleepy water on the forest lake. Late afternoon sunlight did very little to warm the world as it struggled through the clouds, turning them all to brilliant gold with its effort. I curled up just a little tighter against the cold, thankful that the bushes my mother had left me under blocked most of the wind. She had left me here this morning when she has sensed trouble near our den. She had never before left me along for this long yet I wasn’t worried. Young as I was there was one thing I was certain of: she would come back. She

Treasure Box by KayleeRydder, literature

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The Curse by KayleeRydder, literature

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The Curse

Come, my friend, sit and listen well As I speak of a princess most fair; All who saw her were at once enchanted. Her hair was as gold spun on a magic wheel. Her eyes were bluer then the ocean shore. Her skin was fair and flawless as fresh snow, And her lips more red then a cardinal's plume. This princess had two joys in her life. One was her garden, in all seasons full of life, Whatever type of flower she chose to grow, You would find it thriving in her tender care. Her other joy was in her dear sisters three, All of them were of one single age And each of a separate and perfect talent. Marsa was the tallest of the sisters, Her

The Melody by KayleeRydder, literature

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The Melody

There was once a melody in my head The type you can only just hear The type which calls and bids you come. It was a melody which wrapped itself around All other thought and would not be gone Yet it was a melody I could barely hear So lovely was this melody that I wanted to hear Day after day I would strain my ears Desperate to make out the haunting song As it danced gracefully though my mind Obscuring the thoughts of study and work Yet it was a melody I could barely hear In the cool darkness of night it was there Lulling me to sleep with vivid dreams Though even then I chased the tune Searching through my memories- Determined

Blanche by KayleeRydder, literature

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Blanche

How are these things started? Ah yes, once upon a time in a city not so far away there lived a woman and her young daughter. At once time the woman have been very rich, she had come from a rich family and had worked hard as a teen, but then she married a man everyone said was no good. He gambled and drank almost all of the money away then left her and the child with more bills then the woman could ever hope to pay. The daughter’s name was Blanche . When her father left she had only been three. She didn’t remember any life other then when it was only her mother and her. She was a good daughter and never complained as thing

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Tutorial: Draw a Dragon with ryky by team, journal

Tutorial: Draw a Dragon with ryky

Aug 16, 2021

Ready to Draw a Dragon? Great news for fans of fantasy creatures! @ryky is swooping in with a fun tutorial that breaks down how to draw a dragon. Illustrate your own dragon and submit it as a deviation for a fantastic new profile badge and the chance to get feedback from @ryky! To participate, follow these steps: Watch: Learn from @ryky as he breaks down the easy steps on his Huion tablet. Create: Follow the tutorial steps to illustrate your own version, or bring what you learned into a completely new deviation! Upload: Submit your work as a deviation with the tag #DATutorialDragon to get the profile badge! Prefer to read-through each step? Click here. Examples to Get You Started Check out these examples below and browse other submissions. Do you want to keep practicing and collect more badges to display on your profile? Check out more tutorials: How to Draw an Eye :tutorialeye: How to Draw a Hand :tutorialhand: How to Draw a Landscape :tutoriallandscape: How to

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About KayleeRydder

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Nov 3
United States
Deviant for 11 years
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I am a writer from Wisconsin who prefers to spend much of my time creating and tearing down my own worlds.
I am also co-founder of the Sparrow Writer's, which is a writer's group who meets off line at least once a month. we're all a little crazy, but crazy are the fun people to be around!

Favourite Visual Artist

whoever makes a picture to match my curent mood

Favourite Movies

Lord of the Rings, Hobbit, Chronicles of Narnia, Pianist, Schindler's list, Flyboys, It, Bag of Bones, The Haunting, Rose Red, Singing in the Rain, Pirates of Penzance (1983 version), Hello Dolly, Wall-E, Arabian Nights... the list goes on!

Favourite TV Shows

Doctor Who, Babylon 5, Doctor Who (classic), SOME star trek, Big Bang, Firefly...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Trans Siberian Orcestra...and whoever is playing what matches my current mood

Favourite Books

I CAN'T PICK! I enjoy many books including the Bible

Favourite Writers

Anne McCaffery, E.A. Poe, Yeats, Kipling.... and lots of fantasy writers who aren't published

Favourite Games

Assassin's Creed, some board games, Final Fantasy, anything with a good strong story

Favourite Gaming Platform

Don't really care

Tools of the Trade

Pens, Pencils, notebooks, computer, any unsuspecting scrap of paper with the bad fortune to cross my path

Other Interests

Camping, Hiking, Hitting baseballs, Civil War Reenacting, Crotchet, Beading, shopping, chatting with friends, studying

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KayleeRydder

Aug 18, 2018

Starting Ministry classes

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KayleeRydder

Aug 6, 2018

After a Long Time

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So! After a long time I have returned and spent some time emptying my inbox and notifications. As far as what I have been up to, that would be mostly working on my newest book and refining a book I am hoping to have re-released once it is tuned up.