AsherRainguart

Bryan Alexander Benson

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Sanctuary-Rewrite by AsherRainguart, literature

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Sanctuary-Rewrite

A young boy, no older than the age of ten, was sprinting as fast as his tiny legs could take him through dark woods. He stumbled over thick roots, splashing in puddle of murky mud as rain flowed down the limbs and leave. A brilliant burst of lightening illuminated the boy’s face, which was covered with tears, rain and sweat, although one could not really identify them individually. “Ciel!” the boy shouted into the darkness. “Sis, where are you?!” The boy tripped over a root that had torn up from under the earth sending him into a spot of mud. He pulled his head and body from the mud and sat with his legs under him.

The Diary of a Minion - Ep 4 by AsherRainguart, literature

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The Diary of a Minion - Ep 4

Dear Keeper of my Hidden Atrocities, So where was I? Oh yes, I was standing in the a red dress and matching hat strutting my stuff when someone broke through the door. You have two questions more than likely. To answer the first, yes, I wet myself. Only slightly though! The second question would be who was at the door, right? Well standing at the was the hunched, hulking (for a goblin) figure of Krek. My friend that I mentioned previously. I kept Krek as my friend because he kept some of the other goblins from trying to eat me and because he was too dumb to know that I was breaking the Master's rules almost every time that I did anythin

The Diary of a Minion - Ep 3 by AsherRainguart, literature

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The Diary of a Minion - Ep 3

Dear Haven of my Whispered Secrets, I must confess something to you now, as it needs to be said and can’t be muttered aloud. I like being clean and wearing nice clothing, unlike the current situation that I’m in. All I wear, or should I say all that I’m allowed to wear is a shirt ripped from a farmhand’s bloodied body. One such shirt might have tears and holes outlined in blood that indicate where a blade or perhaps claw had been inserted, it would also have a high likelihood of smelling like a hog’s arse. Now some of the others don’t want to stave their endless blood frenzy, like a spoiled, crying c

The Diary of a Minion - Ep 2 by AsherRainguart, literature

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The Diary of a Minion - Ep 2

Dear Librum of my Freedom, I just got finished retching up the “meal” I just had, which consisted of the leftover scraps, bones, etc, from the Master’s meal; some rotten foodstuffs from the Master’s storage chamber; plus the remains of either of one of the Master’s minions (that disappointed him in some way or died in combat) or the body of a warrior that dared to assault the Master. And the clothing and claws and etc, etc are all just mixed into it like a mass of mush and just thinking about it… I get a little bit queasy and I can't... uhm... can't hold my stomach. I just— Okay, sorry, just the thoug

The Diary of a Minion by AsherRainguart, literature

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The Diary of a Minion

Dear Diary, Why, hello there. A book that I read told me that a diary might help alleviate my stress that has brought panic attacks upon me at work as of late, and in my line of work that can be a dangerous thing. My stress mainly comes from the fact all I do is constantly work, work, work: Tending the fields; killing the chicken for dinner, a cow if the day was profitable for the boss; pillaging; burning; killing, killing, killing; and some more graphic things that I don’t partake in and should remain wholly unmentioned….. Well I technically mentioned it there, so … oops? Ah I’ve never done anything like this,

At the End of the Horizon by AsherRainguart, literature

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At the End of the Horizon

At the End of the Horizon It felt like a dream, and yet at the same time it felt more real than the blank slate that was my life. I was floating in a sea of white, in which the only thing that had substance was my own form. But perhaps, I wasn’t really there and I only perceived I was. However, an argument like this isn’t really pertinent and at all practical in any aspect of life, not a useful one at least. What was important isn’t whether or not I really existed there, it was the fact that I thought I was there. As I floated in the stark whiteness, which resembled air-dried linen, I began to recognize that being here made

The Human Genome by AsherRainguart, literature

A January Morn by AsherRainguart, literature

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A January Morn

A January Morn You were here. at the very least i think i caught a brief glimpse of You in my mind’s eye on that cliff overlooking a glass lake. that serene blue still, to all above it and within it. i wonder where the wind has blown You now like a Romani woman. i imagine You searching for that missing piece that apparently i wasted equipped to fill. poems and tears and thoughts are really such cliché things. i struggle to make myself as i was before, lost in a sea of non-emotional melancholy. tears fall, exhuming last breaths, creating an imitated form of that lake, only to fall and shatter on the soft green razors.

Until the Dusk Comes by AsherRainguart, literature

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Until the Dusk Comes

Until the Dusk Comes By: Bryan Benson here we stand, a world where nothing exists but the sun, air, sky, and us, you and i. a world in that meaning is null, aside from the meaning imposed upon each other, crafted by the reflection of ourselves in the eyes of the other. Until the dusk comes, we shall remain. until the orange hue is chased away by purple and blue, the rising sun will shatter the dream, until the dusk comes. we shall remain. You speak in a tongue that i don’t quite understand In reality, but i do speak it until it ends. so once the dream ends, i do not fret. we shall meet again once darkness comes.

WoDaJ- The Songstress by AsherRainguart, literature

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WoDaJ- The Songstress

The Songstress Here we first begin With a breathtaking songstress. Her voice can melt all With delicate melodies, Due not just to tone. It is due to blood flowing Through her lovely veins. From her roots and ancestors She inherited Mythical, magical songs. Now see our sonstress Leaving her home of blue waves To journey to find That which she lost long ago. Her only bond that Keeps her from flying away Drifting to the void Where her existence is null, Where her breath ceases, Where she fades to nothing. Now see her reason Her brother is what she seeks. She leaves a quant town, Kicking dust up as she goes. Delicate tear

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You were here by AsherRainguart, literature

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You were here

You were here. At the very least I felt that you were. My heart began to race as I overlooked Overlooked that cascading waterfall and glass lake. That serene blue still to all above it. Where are you? My heart aches as those tears begin. Such a cliché thing Each tear forming intimidating that lake. Only to fall and shatter on the hard ground. I ache now. I can't stop thinking about you. The tears littered the ground as if They were trying to paint the ground for me To change the world for me. But I knew That it could not be If I gave up it would sadden you I knew that it had to be this way Apart from your warmth How I wish

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Tears From Heaven by AsherRainguart, literature

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Tears From Heaven

Tears From Heaven Rein walked across the remains of the battlefield and glanced down at the armored soldiers that were strewn on the ground. No care was given to bury the men. Rein held back his disgust for this war. He was from a small farming town named Croft. Croft was not owned by any kingdom, but it had been one of the first battlefields due to the fact that it sat on the border of the two nations. Rein was one of the only survivors. Everyone else was either dead or taken into slavery by the winning nation. That battle was the first of the war that had taken place about five years ago. That war had ended, but a new one always seemed t

Pain of Separation by AsherRainguart, literature

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Pain of Separation

The angels in Heaven poured out their sorrow. I stared into the dull gray sky as drops of rain splattered on my face. I embraced the tears. I turned my head to face them as they stood at the bottom of the hill that I stood on. They were embracing each other, showing no fear for the rain. They passionately kissed each other. My eyes locked on their lips. My heart trembled as a bug's would before the spider's bite. I hit the ground on my knees as tears from my "crystalline" blue eyes merged with the angel's tears and ran down my face. I pulled my head down and covered my face. I peeked through my fingers and stared into the mud that I knel

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The Diary of a Minion by AsherRainguart, literature

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June 1
United States
Deviant for 20 years
bryanabenson.blogspot.com/
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Current Residence: Texas
Favorite bands: Sonata Arctica, Muse, The Killers, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Asian Kung Fu Generation, the Pillows, Nightwish
Favorite games: Deus Ex, Chrono Trigger, Mass Effect 2, Persona 4, TF2, L4D

Favourite Visual Artist

Takehiko Inoue and Hiroaki Samura

Favourite Movies

Memento/Fight Club/Usual Suspects/Seven/Kill Bill

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Elis, YUI, HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR, Jack Johnson,Maximum the Hormone, Coheed and Cambria, Orange Range

Favourite Writers

Neil Gaiman and Ray Bradbury

Favourite Games

Half-Life 2, Deus Ex, Chrono Trigger, Bioshock, Persona 3

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC, XBox 360, PS2

Tools of the Trade

Whatever mechincal pencial I can find and a ratty notebook

Other Interests

video games, manga, anime, writing, fragging folks

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AsherRainguart

Aug 27, 2008

What's happening?

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So, I've been just working at my desk job and such. However, I have been spending a little more time writing like a good little boy. I've been working on finishing Diary of a Minion, fleshing out some characters for a supernatural story that I have, and semi-planning some sort of comedy-thing (perhaps a small web-comic, but everyone's doing that sort of thing right now). Other than that, I've been playing TF2, WoW (again......), and waiting for Tales of Vesperia and Infinite Undiscovery. Lots of games are coming out this month as usual. *sigh* Not enough money/time. So yeah, got a couple of rejection letters since I last posted, but I just

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AsherRainguart

Jun 23, 2008

Publication Submissions

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Well I've submitted my short story Gemini to the mag Weird Tales and I'm going to be sending my story Osiris out again soon. I would love to post those stories, but I'm not sure how that works when I'm trying to get them published, soooo I'll hold off on that right now. Other than that, just work. Same 'ol. Same 'ol.