OC by: ~Sicarius8 (https://www.deviantart.com/sicarius8)
Story by: :iconPhineasJamesVinci:
Quietly tucked away, between the lush mountain sides and under the blanket of the colorful autumn leaves, slept a small town. It sat by a small river that trailed off into the larger lakes. The old buildings seemed to sigh with bliss as the falling afternoon sun shone on their aged brickwork and wooden frames. The 6:00pm train could be heard chugging past the town’s lone station, which overlooked the rest of the town. This was Sicariuston, a small town that could trace its roots to the end of the civil war. And through the generations the town slowly grew to its current populatio
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I am lucky.
I have an owner. Someone who cares about me.
Someone who didn’t sell me.
Who saved me.
I tell myself this. Every day. Because it is true. My new owner had promised me a story, and now I am going to tell it. He is helping me to write it now. He types while I paw at paper, pointing to words and he writes them. It took a long time. But it is done.
---------------------------------
My story begins on a white background. I was nothing more than an idea, a few lines on paper. But then my creator brought life to me, and I was so happy. I barked, I howled with joy. I cuddled up with her and I stayed by her si
Benjamins Valentine's Day by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
Benjamins Valentine's Day
A boy runs through endless halls and past infinite lockers. He sprints around corners, dodges students, and weaves around groups. He runs and runs, till he reaches a locker. In a flash he slips a piece of paper into the locker and runs away. Running. Running. Crying. Will he ever stop running? Did she even care about him? Why would she, he was weak and small. Running. He couldn’t tell her the truth. Running. He couldn’t admit his feelings to her. Crying.
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Benjamin woke up in a hurry. He could not believe that he had another nightmare. About high school. In college. He tried to calm down, breathing in and out t
Vol1Edi1 - Behaevial's Temple by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
Vol1Edi1 - Behaevial's Temple
It was a quiet night as the rich car moved along the old dirt road, through the woods and by the shores of the Kakirk Sea. The drive had been a long one and a tiring one for the driver and his boss; Behaevial Jones. Behaevial was in the warm and plush back seat; scanning over the recent sea charts that was sent to him from the Mayor of Frammonks Harbor. “How long till we arrive?” Behaevial asked. “20 minutes sir.” Responded his driver, not taking his eyes off of the road for a second. Behaevial continued to look over his charts. “Excellent. When we arrive, park next to the local inn. I shall rest there for the ni
Volume 1 - Issue 1: 'The Death of the Universe' by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
Volume 1 - Issue 1: 'The Death of the Universe'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_aOIA-vyBo – Kurzgesagt – In a Nutshell
https://www.space.com/11642-dark-matter-dark-energy-4-percent-universe-panek.html – Space website; “We only know 4% of the universe.”
“So what will actually happen to the universe in the end? At the moment, Heat Death seems the most likely, but we at Kurzgesagt hope that this “dead forever” stuff is wrong and the universe will start over and over again. We don’t know for sure either way, so let’s just assume that the most uplifting theory is true.” – Kurzgesagt
“That is, if we make it that f
Story by: ~PhineasJamesVinci (https://www.deviantart.com/phineasjamesvinci)
Inspired by: :iconSeledrex: , and his journal tag. Ha-ha ^^;
“Alright, this should be…. It?” The man said to himself, as he stopped along the cobbled street and walkways. He admired the architecture of the building; owned by a man by the name of Phineas Smith. Its large rotating gears and decorative pistons, its cloud-white smoke slowly trailing out from the few brass smoke stacks along the metallic roof. The machinery could still be heard as the steam powered carriages chugged back and forth along the busy cobbled street.
The man was there, in front of the house, because of his first
The Man and The Tree by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
The Man and The Tree
Once upon a time, as all of these stories go. There once was a kind and caring man, who loved the birds and the trees, and branches swinging in the breeze. He would often travel through the woods by his town, relaxing after a long day of fixing and building, adding homes and raising hopes. To him, the forest was his retreat, and the animals and plants in it were almost like family to him.
One day, he was walking in the forest. When he came across a wide clearing, with a single tree in its center. Out of all of the trees, it looked like it was the only one that could support a house, the rest looked too weak for anything else. Upon the grou
Help Wanted: One Legal Driver by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
Help Wanted: One Legal Driver
“Help Wanted: One Legal Driver”;
An autobiographical narrative about the time I got my driver’s license
Story told, and written, by Phineas James Vinci
* * *
Through the entire experience with my lessons and my exams for the driver’s test, I learned that nothing is really guaranteed to you, good or bad. But at the same time, nothing is impossible if you work hard enough to meet your goals. You’d think that a driver’s test wouldn’t be this “deep” huh? But it is, and it helped me a lot. Now as for the drivers license. Everyone goes through it, everyone does it. For me it was actually kind
Leaving the Nest PT1 by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
Leaving the Nest PT1
The Journal of;
Daniel Smith
In regards to finally
Leaving the nest.
Friday, August 21st, 2015 at 10:40pm
“Day Zero”
I write this opening entry in my bedroom; the bedroom that, for over eight years now, I could safely call my own. But tonight everything changes, for tomorrow this room will no longer me my bedroom, but simply an empty bedroom.
For years I have imagined my own freedom; pacing back and forth along the aged blue carpet, rambling on and on to myself about the possibilities, always ending on that solemn note of “But not today.” I would also promise myself to not forget where I had come from; not now or e
OC by: ~Sicarius8 (https://www.deviantart.com/sicarius8)
Story by: :iconPhineasJamesVinci:
Quietly tucked away, between the lush mountain sides and under the blanket of the colorful autumn leaves, slept a small town. It sat by a small river that trailed off into the larger lakes. The old buildings seemed to sigh with bliss as the falling afternoon sun shone on their aged brickwork and wooden frames. The 6:00pm train could be heard chugging past the town’s lone station, which overlooked the rest of the town. This was Sicariuston, a small town that could trace its roots to the end of the civil war. And through the generations the town slowly grew to its current populatio
:thumb535264512:
I am lucky.
I have an owner. Someone who cares about me.
Someone who didn’t sell me.
Who saved me.
I tell myself this. Every day. Because it is true. My new owner had promised me a story, and now I am going to tell it. He is helping me to write it now. He types while I paw at paper, pointing to words and he writes them. It took a long time. But it is done.
---------------------------------
My story begins on a white background. I was nothing more than an idea, a few lines on paper. But then my creator brought life to me, and I was so happy. I barked, I howled with joy. I cuddled up with her and I stayed by her si
Benjamins Valentine's Day by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
Benjamins Valentine's Day
A boy runs through endless halls and past infinite lockers. He sprints around corners, dodges students, and weaves around groups. He runs and runs, till he reaches a locker. In a flash he slips a piece of paper into the locker and runs away. Running. Running. Crying. Will he ever stop running? Did she even care about him? Why would she, he was weak and small. Running. He couldn’t tell her the truth. Running. He couldn’t admit his feelings to her. Crying.
-------------------
Benjamin woke up in a hurry. He could not believe that he had another nightmare. About high school. In college. He tried to calm down, breathing in and out t
Vol1Edi1 - Behaevial's Temple by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
Vol1Edi1 - Behaevial's Temple
It was a quiet night as the rich car moved along the old dirt road, through the woods and by the shores of the Kakirk Sea. The drive had been a long one and a tiring one for the driver and his boss; Behaevial Jones. Behaevial was in the warm and plush back seat; scanning over the recent sea charts that was sent to him from the Mayor of Frammonks Harbor. “How long till we arrive?” Behaevial asked. “20 minutes sir.” Responded his driver, not taking his eyes off of the road for a second. Behaevial continued to look over his charts. “Excellent. When we arrive, park next to the local inn. I shall rest there for the ni
Volume 1 - Issue 1: 'The Death of the Universe' by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
Volume 1 - Issue 1: 'The Death of the Universe'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_aOIA-vyBo – Kurzgesagt – In a Nutshell
https://www.space.com/11642-dark-matter-dark-energy-4-percent-universe-panek.html – Space website; “We only know 4% of the universe.”
“So what will actually happen to the universe in the end? At the moment, Heat Death seems the most likely, but we at Kurzgesagt hope that this “dead forever” stuff is wrong and the universe will start over and over again. We don’t know for sure either way, so let’s just assume that the most uplifting theory is true.” – Kurzgesagt
“That is, if we make it that f
Story by: ~PhineasJamesVinci (https://www.deviantart.com/phineasjamesvinci)
Inspired by: :iconSeledrex: , and his journal tag. Ha-ha ^^;
“Alright, this should be…. It?” The man said to himself, as he stopped along the cobbled street and walkways. He admired the architecture of the building; owned by a man by the name of Phineas Smith. Its large rotating gears and decorative pistons, its cloud-white smoke slowly trailing out from the few brass smoke stacks along the metallic roof. The machinery could still be heard as the steam powered carriages chugged back and forth along the busy cobbled street.
The man was there, in front of the house, because of his first
The Man and The Tree by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
The Man and The Tree
Once upon a time, as all of these stories go. There once was a kind and caring man, who loved the birds and the trees, and branches swinging in the breeze. He would often travel through the woods by his town, relaxing after a long day of fixing and building, adding homes and raising hopes. To him, the forest was his retreat, and the animals and plants in it were almost like family to him.
One day, he was walking in the forest. When he came across a wide clearing, with a single tree in its center. Out of all of the trees, it looked like it was the only one that could support a house, the rest looked too weak for anything else. Upon the grou
Help Wanted: One Legal Driver by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
Help Wanted: One Legal Driver
“Help Wanted: One Legal Driver”;
An autobiographical narrative about the time I got my driver’s license
Story told, and written, by Phineas James Vinci
* * *
Through the entire experience with my lessons and my exams for the driver’s test, I learned that nothing is really guaranteed to you, good or bad. But at the same time, nothing is impossible if you work hard enough to meet your goals. You’d think that a driver’s test wouldn’t be this “deep” huh? But it is, and it helped me a lot. Now as for the drivers license. Everyone goes through it, everyone does it. For me it was actually kind
Leaving the Nest PT1 by PhineasJamesVinci, literature
Literature
Leaving the Nest PT1
The Journal of;
Daniel Smith
In regards to finally
Leaving the nest.
Friday, August 21st, 2015 at 10:40pm
“Day Zero”
I write this opening entry in my bedroom; the bedroom that, for over eight years now, I could safely call my own. But tonight everything changes, for tomorrow this room will no longer me my bedroom, but simply an empty bedroom.
For years I have imagined my own freedom; pacing back and forth along the aged blue carpet, rambling on and on to myself about the possibilities, always ending on that solemn note of “But not today.” I would also promise myself to not forget where I had come from; not now or e
My name is Daniel Smith, but I am much better known as 'Fedora Dan' around people, and most importantly as Phineas James Vinci. I am a short story, fiction, and non-fiction writer, and (occasionally) a poet as well. Currently, I am in Kutztown University, PA. It's a awesome campus and I couldn't ask for a better place to earn my Professional Writing Major and BA in English.
Currently, I also work as a secretary for 'Essence Magazine' here at the college! I help the group organize and develop print editions of the magazine, and take notes on what happens at the meetings. Come check us out!
Hey Ty! Long time no see! Also thanks for the birthday wishes from long ago.
As you probably guessed, I'm not on DA nearly as often as before. I don't want to leave you behind though. So here, of you got a discord, use this to search me up and find me: "Fedora Dan - Skymoot #5645". Hope to hear from you soon!
Hmm ok. I can check in more often in the future then. So much has changed in life... mostly for the good but still. I'm usually busy with college work, so I keep a discord around all the time so I can just keep in touch. Anyway yeah standard DA TG's work. I'll keep a tab open on those Send one my way ^^