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Forgotten
Moving through bodies, reaching out but never able to touch - He lived like this for nine years: the world whirring by, the universe flashing past three times as fast as it should have.  He could hear it all as a jumble, but none of it was really clear.  He wandered the halls aimlessly - no he was not dead, he was forgotten in time - he had gone unnoticed for so long that the universe decided he no longer existed, and so he could see and hear and feel and smell everything just as he normally would, but the people all left him behind and passed right by him and through him the same way the universe had.  For him it had only been three years, but three years of total isolation among the largest crowd is longer than any human can normally bear.  He had not needed to eat or sleep or relieve himself in all those three years, but he could smell the food, he could feel the weight of being awake for so long, and he could feel the emptiness in his bladder and his bowels.
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Any Door
She told me it was a key that would allow me to open any door at all; whichever one I chose.  The thing about it was that once I closed the door, I'd never be able to open it again.  Not with that key, anyway.  I didn't believe her - it wasn't the first time she'd lied to me, and so I was certain that it wouldn't be the last.  I was positive that if anything, it was just another set of meaningless words that she was throwing my way.  She told me that as soon as I held the key, she would vanish - gone into oblivion - and that if I should ever drop it after using it, I too would be no more.  I scoffed at her, rolling my eyes.  She looked me up and down and she told me in earnest that she had not raised her daughter to be so unwilling to accept the truth.
I put my hand out and told her that if it was to be done, it would be done then and not later down the road.  If she was going to disappear when she handed me that damned necklace - the necklace wi
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He Sat Watching Trains
He opened his eyes and looked about.  It must have been a dream - he must have dozed while he was waiting for his train.
As he sat, watching the trains fly past, he wondered what it was like to ride them.  He wondered what it was like to be surrounded by other people and share a destination with them.  He gazed out at the marvels that were the trains, and he longingly watched as people boarded the train and others departed from the other side.  He waited for his chance to stand up and join them, but some primal urge kept him firmly in his seat.  Maybe he was nervous.  Of course he was nervous - he'd never ridden on a train before.  Perhaps he was scared.  Of course he was scared - he was worried he might bump into someone and upset them.  It was possible that something else was what bound him to his seat.
As he sat, contemplating, the sun fell behind the horizon and the moon began to rise.  The people stopped coming up the stairs, and t
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In His Bubble
"There's something blissful about disobeying the guidelines, breaking the rules, being a nuisance.  There's a feeling of freedom where one wouldn't normally feel it.  I pity any who spend their lives constrained and unable to experience life in all its ups and downs, and anyone who cannot experience just once what it is like to step outside of the boundaries and do something that you're not supposed to."
He sat quietly in his bubble, flipping the pages, scanning the words and pretending he cared what they said.  He was so tired of endlessly reading these books, so tired of experiencing the supposed vastness of the world from inside that room.  He wanted nothing more than to just open up his little bubble, to just once venture outside of his sweet, calm prison.  He was tired and pale and grey, and he knew that there were things outside of his little house, outside his little world - he knew that his bubble wasn't all of it.  It wasn't like there was
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Fade To Black At Last, His Time Has Passed
The cold air was gripping, brisk and thin, as he sat on the cold stone bench.
It was an evening, in the second half of an already-too-cold autumn, the type of day that seemed a transition point from fall into Winter.  The trees wore upon their branches vibrant yellows and entrancing reds, the leaves proudly donning their colors as they floated gracefully to the ground.
He wore two layers, an outer Winter jacket of a deep, harsh Black, and an inner shirt of cotton.  He wore jeans and ankle-socks with tennis shoes, muddy and plastered with dried and frozen dirt.
Though it was cold, the tranquil pond held no signs of freezing or of frost, the leaves of the trees, so proudly donning their bright autumnal colors, hitting the surface and offering up small ripples, creating distortions in the reflection of the man in his Black coat, sitting in the stone park bench only a few feet away.
He sat there, breathing, waiting for Winter.  Hours Passed, and the sky Faded; people Passed,
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I Looked Up
"a girl told me 'ppl dont look at the sky anymor' so i walked around looking up & it was beautiful & i bumped right into a kid lookin at bugs" --jomny sun (@ jonnysun) via Twitter; July 17th, 2014
I Looked Up
A Short Story by D. Asa "Of The Sand" Benvenga
Inspired by a Tweet by @ jonnysun
​I spend my days in an office, sitting on a couch, or walking down the sidewalk between the two.  I don't really think, it's just kind of automatic as it happens - my life is entirely spent on auto-pilot.  During one of these times, my coworkers brought their children to the office with them, and a little girl said to me "Isn't it sad nobody looks at the sky anymore?"

​It caught me off guard, to say the least.  For starters, why had this girl approached me and not one of my younger colleagues?  I rolled with it, though, and asked her, "Well what do you mean?"

​"I thi
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Asa Of The Sand
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I'm a writer, a fighter, a lover, a hater, a content creator, a lazy potater. I'm Asa Of The Sand, and I make things that aren't really all that good.


-- I found one of my poems on another person's account (shall not be named), and while I wasn't really all that upset (honored really that someone would want to copy me), it did kind of hurt that they stole from me an expression of who I am, a piece of (what I'd like to call) literature, claiming it to be their own. It would have been different if they'd added it to their favorites, but the fact of the matter is that they didn't, and that's both disrespectful and illegal, as I have Creative Commons Licenses on all of my original content.

So I simply ask you that if you find something of mine ANYWHERE AT ALL, even with a link leading back here, please tell me about it so I may investigate. Even if the account says it's mine, just send me a message notifying me. If you find an account with my stuff on it that I recognize, I'll post it on here as an approved post.

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Thank you very much for the watch! :D
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Of-The-Sand Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
No problem!  I look forward to future posts!
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rwetzel Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2016
Tks for the :llama:!!
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rwetzel Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2015
Tks for the watch!
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Of-The-Sand Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
No prob!
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WolfRoxy Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks a bunch for the watch =D!!
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Of-The-Sand Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
It's no problem!  Just keep doing what you do!
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RyuujiTakeshi Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2014
Thanks for watching me ^-^
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Of-The-Sand Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
No problem.  You sent me here via Chatango, and I was really impressed.
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Kichi-Doodles Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
we should play League :3
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Of-The-Sand Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Well yeah.  I only get a limited amount of internet time a day, though, so we gotta be online at the same time.
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Kichi-Doodles Featured By Owner Mar 21, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Okay!! ^^ Well I'm on most of the time so hopefully we can soon!
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Sakura-Pumpkin Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch ;v; <3
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Of-The-Sand Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Is no problem~!<3
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Tofu93 Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the watch!
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Of-The-Sand Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
It's no problem!  I love your art.  Your pieces are colorful, they convey great emotion, and the characters have designs you execute wonderfully.
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Of-The-Sand Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:iconfalcon-punchplz::iconsaysplz:FALCON PAWNCH!
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