Evealyn

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Science Says by Evealyn, literature

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Science Says

Science says the largest hearts belong to whales, that their arteries are big enough that a grown man can fit through them. Science has never met my dad. Where whales can fit one person (and a skinny one at best) my father has room for two whole countries. Everything he's ever loved fits with room to spare; you can hear them in his heartbeats. The first thump America, The second Ecuador. Science tells us that by being able to lift 850 times their body weight, rhinoceros beetles are the strongest things to walk the earth, but scientists have never seen my dad carry the weight of all the trials of his church body. He juggles work, family,

Not Realizing by Evealyn, literature

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Not Realizing

When my sister was four, she wanted to be a tightrope walker not realizing she already was one. That the balancing act between Ecuadorian and American culture was far more difficult than any that any circus performer ever did. When my sister was in grade school, she wanted to be a doctor not realizing she already was one. That she was the leading expert in how to execute a true hug, how to heal a broken heart, and laughter as the best medicine. When my sister was in high school, she wanted to be a teacher not realizing she already was one. That she had already taught me how to protect something smaller than you, how to love more than you

Aunt-to-be by Evealyn, literature

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Aunt-to-be

Hyperventilating. The squeaks and giggles coming out of the girl sitting across the hallway from me are nearly deafening. Her face contorts itself into all sorts of expressions too wrapped up in excitement to even worry about how she looks. The grin that's been plastered on her face since the phone call began is completely unguarded, unbridled, not the smile you make when the photographer tells you to "say cheese!" but the real smile that you gave as a kid when you first learned about bubbles. Her feet tap out the rhythm to Flight of the Bumblebee as she wriggles about on the bench, then she hops up and paces the hallway quickly, giddy e

My Brother's Hands by Evealyn, literature

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My Brother's Hands

My brother's hands are too small. Not literally, his hands eclipse mine blotting them out like they never existed, folding them up in his palm until they disappear. He has man's hands though he's only thirteen. Hands big enough to hold a nail gun when re-shingling our roof, big enough to help finish our basement. Big enough to lift children and spin them around and around until they are dizzy from happiness. And yet, my brother's hands are too small. Too small to hold all of one sister's worries, too small to carry the other's insecurities. Too small to take hammer and nail and fix all the world's problems. Too small to clasp his mother's

My Little Wren by Evealyn, literature

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My Little Wren

She walks fast for a girl her size, like she always has somewhere to be. She lives her life like that. Go, go, go from one task to the next, be it work, Babysitting, cleaning, and always finds time for friends. I think maybe that's why she has so much trouble not falling asleep. She's high energy, but when it's gone, it's gone. All day long she pours herself out, so when the last drop passes her lips it's curtains. Her laugh is like oil from the jar of the widow that God caused to never run out. It rings brightly at all times, like it jumps out of her mouth without her knowing beforehand, a wind chime tickled by the lightest breeze. S

Mi Pais, or My Country by Evealyn, literature

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Mi Pais, or My Country

A mi país, No soy tu hija verdadera, Pero eres la madre de mi corazón. Tu me criaste en tus montañas, abrazado por naturaleza por todos lados, Dejando la impresión de tu mano en mi vida, Nunca a salir. Me enseñaste por el calor de la costa Que puedo sobrevivir cualquier cosa la vida me manda. Cada noche me cantaste a dormir con una nana: Una noche la lluvia por el tejado, Y otra por el basurero a las tres de la mañana. Una noche por los canciones de tus hijos indígenas, Y otra por el constante ruido que es el latido del corazón de Guayaquil. Y cuando nos tuvimos que separar, Nuestros lagrimas cayeron tanto como la lluvia en la selva tro

Missing by Evealyn, literature

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Missing

Can't remember how Can't remember when Can't remember what it was That got me lost again Can't remember why Can't remember where All I know is somehow I Left you alone out there. But I woke up today Without you by my side Could it be we split apart Because of stupid pride? I called you but you won't pick up You're gone for good it seems, I hide it but so you know, I miss you in my dreams.

Angel Kisses by Evealyn, literature

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Angel Kisses

My mom always told me that freckles were angel's kisses. If that's true, she must have so many angels that love her. A whole galaxy is spread across the bridge of her nose, and sometimes I map out constellations of her loved ones. There's one for her grandma, one for the brother who didn't get to see her come into the world, and another for the child she never met. There's a special one on her forehead that I'm sure is from my grandpa, her dad. I'm sure he kissed her there while alive, and now he reminds her how much he loves her by sending her his very own angel kisses.

Does He Love Me? by Evealyn, literature

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Twilight-Uncensored Ch.1Review by AssClownFish, literature

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Twilight-Uncensored Ch.1Review

Review of Chapter One From Twilight By Stephenie Meyer Years have gone since I've first run into a little thing called Twilight and now I've come to the part of the getting over it and letting kids have their fun, but in all this I've decided to trudge through this pile of shit and actually reread it for the first time since I took an exacto knife and cut a hole out of my only -stolen- copy. Please note that I'm doing this not only for my own closure, but for your entertainment. I am reading this. I am not enjoying it, but I also want to lay to rest every beef I have with Twilight. [Though just the first book, the others can rot in hell.]

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Watching Riry by Evealyn, literature

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Watching Riry

The picture's been on my parent's fridge for as long as I can remember. In it, my twin sister and I are at the playground that was next door to our old house, swinging on the swings. My sister is just ahead of me. We looked exactly alike then. Both of us had short brown hair, bright blue eyes that were always discovering something, and mischievous smiles. When the picture was taken we were even dressed the same, in colorful dresses that fanned out when we twirled. Dad was just out from work, and was pushing us. He had on a collared shirt and a tie that he'd loosened the moment he got there, but he looked happy. His job kept him v

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Fame by Evealyn, literature

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Fame

You dance on a cliff's edge On a tight rope wire high above the earth With no safety net below. Each movement beautiful and new Daring and thrilling But threatening to send you over into the abyss That is nothing. I can see it's cold fingers reaching out to you, Hear it's baited breath As it waits for you to make one false move. But it cannot touch you, And you flit away. Each moment I long to cry out to you To beg you to move away from the edge To come down off the wire. To dance instead In the mattress padded world From where I have been watching you, Where no one ever achieved greatness, But no one ever failed either. Yet somehow I know

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Artist // Student // Literature

July 8
United States
Deviant for 14 years
She / Her

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I was going to write a very serious biography about myself. I was going to make it deep, and thought-provoking, and hopefully a little witty too, but then I realized something.
Who the hey am I kidding??? I am NOT by a long shot a serious person! I am the type of girl who will run around quoting movies, videos, and television shows all day, singing Disney songs at the top of my lungs and annoying everyone in my dorm, and coloring with my twist-able colored pencils. Be jealous y'all! I have a unicorn pillow pet, which I will occasionally hug and then begin singing "Unicorns I love them, unicorns I love them, uni-uni-unicorns! I love them." I quote the Very Potter Musical or a Nigahiga Youtube video at least once a day. Some of my favorite songs are parodies. Skipping is for people who are confident enough in themselves to know that people may judge them for skipping, but still not care! I have just begun to realize that there is some AMAZING music on Youtube. I think that drawing a mustache on your finger and then holding it under your nose is hilarious, especially when you're a girl. I freaking love carousels. And Ferris wheels. I would rather receive a gift on any day other than Valentine's day. Such an over-commercialized fake joke of a holiday. Bah. I better quit before I scare you all away. :)

Current Residence: Nebraska
Favourite genre of music: I'm really liking old hymns right now.
Favourite style of art: Anything but that dreadful abstract stuff...Just doesn't look like art to me!
MP3 player of choice: Ipod Nano Chromatic...unfortunately not the new one...:(
Wallpaper of choice: One of Orlando Bloom... But only when he's playing Legolas. Or maybe Toothless...HTTYD obsessed
Favourite cartoon character: Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon!
Personal Quote: Beautiful? More like supermegafoxyawesomehott!

Favourite Visual Artist

Teenage Muntant Ninja Turtles fo sho! :) Or my sister, Jack Attack. You know who you are!

Favourite Movies

This is a difficult one. I think probably the 3rd Lord Of The Rings movie. Or Akeelah and the Bee!

Favourite TV Shows

Bones, NCIS, Hogan's Heroes, too many to say!

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

I don't have a favorite; I like them all equally!

Favourite Books

The Hobbit, Lord of The Rings, too many to say.

Favourite Writers

My favorite poet is Sara Teasdale, and my favorite writer is Tolkien...of course!

Favourite Games

Wii Fit Plus...Fun and exercise!

Favourite Gaming Platform

Wii!

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, paper, my imagination, and sometimes a laptop.

Other Interests

Reading, writing, singing, learning, and watching good movies

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Jan 21, 2015

So. Much. Change.

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Oh man. I'm getting overwhelmed just looking at this page right now. I have so much to say and I don't know where to start. It's pretty intimidating. So, needless to say a lot has happened to me in the last...shoot two years? And I'm not sure what I've shared with you all and what I haven't so here goes nothing. I'm in my last semester in college! It's a very daunting and exciting thing all at once. All the hard work you've put in over the last four years comes to fruition and it's pretty amazing. I did NaNoWriMo this year for the first time, and though I didn't finish my novel I got about halfway through, which I'm very proud of. I've

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Apr 10, 2012

A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words and other updat

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So, I am starting a new project. This project is called, "A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words". I am so excited! Basically, this project is where I take an imaginary or an actual photo and write a story about it, using only 1000 words. I already have one uploaded, which you can see here: http://fav.me/d4vrfh6 I already have several worthy ideas, and some of those are already in the process of being formed. However, I wanted to do something kind of interactive, so I came up with a daring plan. I want you...yes, you to send me a picture of yourself or your friends or a pretty scene that you took a snapshot of once,