ElvishBanana

Claire Robinson

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Need it by ElvishBanana, literature

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Need it

I need it. I mean it. I'm this close to breaking down. Of course I'm not addicted to it. I just need some. You have it. I'm asking for it. I'm screaming for it. If I don't get it, I'll die. You can give it to me. You won't. You're hoarding it. Can't you share it? I just want a little. I'll give you some of mine. I can't go out and buy any. What would I look like, carrying that home? Besides, where would they sell that? And they wouldn't sell it to me, anyway. They wouldn't think I need it. But I do. I really need it. No one will give me any. I keep asking people, but no one wants to. They don't want to think I need it.

Boxing Ring by ElvishBanana, literature

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Boxing Ring

A Teenager's Dream Sometimes I dream of a boxing ring All alone in the darkness of the world. I'm sitting in my corner, fresh and strong and ready to fight. Around me there's nothing but flashes and shouts. "Fight" yells the crowd, and I wait for the bell. In the other corner there's always a person. Sometimes they're black, sometimes they're white. Sometimes they're tall, sometimes they're short or wide or thin. But they're always lightning fast and strong like a bull and I can't see their face. And hitting them always hurts me more than them. And we wait for the bell, and we sit and we stare And then something shifts and the wor

Dreamcatcher by ElvishBanana, literature

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Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher On Thursday morning, Kayden barreled downstairs at three-thirty in the morning, flung open the bathroom door (which banged rather loudly against the wall and started to drift closed again), seized the bottle of extra-strength Excedrin, poured at least three down her throat, and swallowed hard. Then she peeled off her yellow cows-in-polka-dot-boxers pajama pants and her Camelot t-shirt as gingerly as possible, whipped the bathroom mat off of the brand-new tiles, and lay down. She knew how to get rid of it, she knew it would work, but she was normally too scared to try. Now she was too irritated and tired. Her powers, however usef

Do You Remember? by ElvishBanana, literature

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Do You Remember?

Do you remember? Do you remember how it was? Do you remember how we were? Do you remember how I played for you, how you listened to me strangle out a few notes on my flute? Do you remember how those notes became sweet and pure when you sat by my side? Do you remember that the sweetness became bitter when you didn't? Do you remember how you would look at me across a room and make me laugh? Do you remember how I felt like we were alone whenever you did? Do you remember how you used to walk me to my bus every night? Do you remember how I walked slowly so we had more time? Do you remember how my heart knew yours? Do you remember the so

One Way Back- 2 by ElvishBanana, literature

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One Way Back- 2

"Wait, wait, wait. Who's Revanan Dalek?" interrupted Tom, lost. "The Jedi commanders- Revan, and Alek Squinquargesimus, his best friend. The Jedi Council warned them not to go to war, but they did anyway, and they saved us. They turned the Republic Navy from a band of former criminals and corrupt officers into a real fighting force, a formidable army. Can I continue now?" "Sorry." "Where's Revan and Alek?" "I don't know. I don't see his mask." "There! There! I see him!" Dustil's excited shriek made me cringe. I loved the boy, but I was not always fond of his lungpower. I followed his finger to the back of the Jedi pack. True enough, the

One Way Back- 1 by ElvishBanana, literature

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One Way Back- 1

Tom Cole was having a tough day. His supervisor wasn't pleased with his mouth, and his newest assignment had him investigating illegal immigrants. For a man who had worked his way up the chain of power in the FBI, it was ridiculous. He sat in the interview room, a bland white box with a table and two chairs. The file of the next interviewee was at his fingertips, belonging to an Onasi, Aylen. At least, that was what she called herself. He sighed and flipped open the manila folder. Rolling his eyes, he nearly closed it again. This was ridiculous. She was about twenty six, judging from her picture, and was possibly insane. I hate the crazies, h

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Need it by ElvishBanana, literature

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Boxing Ring by ElvishBanana, literature

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Boxing Ring

Dreamcatcher by ElvishBanana, literature

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Dreamcatcher

Do You Remember? by ElvishBanana, literature

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Do You Remember?

One Way Back- 1 by ElvishBanana, literature

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One Way Back- 1

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About ElvishBanana

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June 4
United States
Deviant for 13 years

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I'm the flash temper sophomore with a liking for plastic lightsabers, basically. If you're looking for a fanfic-writing, sweet-toothed, hotheaded and obstinate flute player, you've come to the right profile! Most of my fiction never gets finished, the poetry borders on either depressing or sounds like I'm on drugs, and let's not even mention the sketches, but the photomanips aren't half bad. Caution: bite is less painful than bark, which is excrutiating. Approach at own risk.

Current Residence: Right here!
Favourite genre of music: Soundtrack/ Reggae
Favourite photographer: Molly Kenely
Favourite style of art: Sketches, line drawings, charcoal
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Zen Mosaic
Favourite cartoon character: Daffy Duck
Personal Quote: BAH!!!

Favourite Visual Artist

Pete Ketzler/ Gracie Eder

Favourite Movies

Bah! There are so many I can't decide...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Right now, UB40 and Django Reinhardt

Favourite Writers

Gracie Eder

Favourite Games

Knights of the Old Republic (I &II)

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, pen, gel pen, a REALLY big eraser... keyboard, crayon, face paint, fingers

Other Interests

Music, writing, watching movies, singing (sometimes) drawing Luxo Jr., and a lot of other things

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ElvishBanana

Nov 30, 2010

Long Hiatus

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You know what is a huge time-consumer and leaves you no room for reasonable thought? School. Anyway. It's been a while, so I thought I'd try to get a little more active and figure out what the heck I want to do with this account. Number one on my list is start posting some of my shameless fanfiction and character sketches. We'll see how it goes from there. Not a whole lot going on, so I guess I'll just stop there and hope something interesting enough to mention happens!

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ElvishBanana

May 27, 2010

Bah

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I've been debating for weeks on and off whether to join DeviantArt. But I guess I'll join up. I can't promise a lot of great sketches- the majority of what I do is inanimate objects and Luxo Jr. But I do a lot of writing, so all lovers of (good) fanfic and originals, stay tuned! I guess I should explain my awesome name. Elvish Banana was my nickname in fifth grade, and it's so fun and quirky I've been using it as a screenname for years. I got it from a girl named Tara Shui, who found it amazing that I 1) Liked fruit and 2) Could write in Elvish. I still do both, as well as writing in Dwarvish, shorthand, and English. I am learning binary and