RiversIn shallowness of rivers
And waters that run deep
You used my love against me
To get the things you seek.
PanicMy chest feel heavy
As if it's about to
Sink to the ocean deep
Further and further
No more need to sleep.
My heart is aching
My bones shaking
Thoughts of you
I gasp for air
Drowning in a sea of panic
Cannot bear the thought
Slow your heartbeat.
Feel the ground beneath.
Exit, Stage Left"You're lonely," he said.
Thelma jumped, startled. She might not have even heard his voice over the thumping dance music, but it was just at that moment where there was a temporary lull between songs. He stood nearby, his head slightly tilted. Thelma glanced behind her, his words ricocheting in her mind - she wasn't sure what was more surprising, what he'd said or that he'd noticed and bothered to relay this observation to her at all. He was good-looking, tall and thin with artfully spiky hair, but something about him struck her as unsettling. Perhaps it was the way he spoke, or that his eyes were oddly piercing, but either way she felt herself straightening, suddenly alert.
"Yes, I am talking to you," he said, looking amused. "You're Thelma, right?"
"Yeah..." she replied, trying to play off her momentarily confusion, tucking a strand of her auburn, shoulder-length hair behind her ear. "Sorry, and you're...?"
She smiled hopefully, but though her tone was apologetic, she herself
I am sometimes lazy,
My mother will not grasp.
But truth be told,
I was raised humble.
Raised with love,
And not hate. Never hate.
I am sympathetic, although,
At times, apathetic.
Of that, it is true,
I am guilty.
The truth is,
I walk a line.
Protected by my skin,
But endangered by my,
Gender and sexuality.
Truly, I wish, to be,
Part of the solution,
Terrified by the burden,
If I am lucky.
I will say the words,
That need to be said,
At the time they should be said.
And the words must be truth.
So often dismissed,
And yes, in truth,
Everyone has their own truth,
But we deny even that.
Within our own minds.
And with that,
The words of a man,
Ring in my head.
That, "if you are not true,
To your own morals,
You will always feel pain."
That is my truth,
The truth I choose.
So I will speak u
Ripped Pages #1: On the OffensiveFrom up high, the predator seemed like little more than an afterthought of something horrible. Perhaps there was one point where somebody thought it was a good idea to let this creature spring up along everyone else on this planet—but now neither the father nor the son standing by could imagine a good reason for wanting this giant bird in their midst.
But there it stood: a lone sorumat sleeping upon the ground. Ironic that the flightless observers creatures stood up in the trees while the bird slept along the soil—but this made it all the easier for somebody to take it down in one fell swoop.
In his hand Jeynun held a club that had been put together by his father—who stood right by him in this high-up tree. The night was still, meaning their scent could not be carried to the horrific animal. Not even the sound of the bird's breathing could be heard, making Jeynun wonder if there was any point to killing it at all.
That's not normal, the sweating boy realized. <
All started with beautiful music. It sounded like the magic flute of a fairy playing a melody composed by the wind, the lord of music- enchanters.
At the sound of the wind's music, the guests whirled, like autumn leaves, in the grey fog. They whispered and laughed and they seemed to enjoy the free-fall, even though it seemed to last forever.
Finally, all guests landed softly on something that was like thick velvet grass.
The young man took off his mask and looked around. He had not enjoyed the long fall; he was dizzy, and the mask on his face was too tight, and made him feel uncomfortable.
Also, he could not understand what he saw around him. It was like a whirling waltz of masks that shifted into flowers, animals and magic creatures. Maybe it was the other way round – the flowers and the other figures became masks, he could not say for sure.
To read the rest of the story, please click the link above
Mr. Poswell In The Courtroom
Mr. Poswell, I have been summoned here today to pass judgement on your case. Now, I’ve reviewed your history, and I was struck by how… absolutely normal a human being you are. There is virtually nothing interesting about you whatsoever. You have no definable characteristics about yourself at all, and I’m frankly astounded you managed the creativity to even show up to this room at all and depart from a usual schedule that I can only assume is watching a blank television set and eating saltines with water.
Mr. Poswell, I’m not going to lie to you, the evidence is not on your side so far. You have, like the rest of humanity, failed to see the truth of reality that has been dangling in front of you for your entire life. You have failed to understand the nature of your reality. You have judged others based upon information that you either didn’t have or didn’t understand. What’s more, you have failed to enrich the lives of those around you. You insi
Double Deceit 31. In private with the enemy
"This is a private manor, not a restaurant," Lilith pointed out when Solan led her up a short staircase to a portico partly covered in ropy and gnarled wine with drying leaves. "If you've got some sort of half-witted ambush in mind, Windborn, I must warn you that I'll be severely disappointed."
"And so would I," he answered back as he gazed at her through the corner of his eye. "Now, this vista is vacant. One of The Mothers ladies inherited it from a dead cousin. She's been lax about selling it off since she doesn't exactly need the money but she was happy to let me borrow it for a night. You see, I've brought you here to this secluded corner of the city for the nefarious purpose of cooking your dinner myself."
"Funny, I'd never imagined you to be into that art."
"Lilith, dearests, there's an ocean of things which you do not know about me," he stopped to tug a light switch, but nothing happened, apparently the lamp had broken since his last visit. Or mayhap there was no electricity in
ToleranceI don't like Christianity,
their uncaring God upsets me.
I don't like homosexual relationships,
it is a choice made, and they can easily dispose of it.
I don't like feminist,
they live to treat men like bullshit.
I don't like school,
its boring and uncool.
I don't like religious persons,
I think those who're non-religious annoy them.
I don't like Atheist,
they're jerks, and love to make fun of us.
I don't like Islam,
it only succeeds in dropping bombs.
I don't like certain races,
they throw their struggles in our faces.
I don't like certain genders,
they use their sex to wrap others around their fingers.
I don't like many things,
namely those that go against my beliefs.
But despite my dislike,
I know not to fight.
I know not to hate,
scorn, or show my distaste.
As a human being, I'll tolerate,
because my negativity will contribute to hate.
So my endless dislike,
I will keep locked inside.
Yes, I'm GayYes, I'm most defiantly gay,
but that doesn't mean I'd throw my Bible away.
Yes, I'm certainly sure I'm a lesbian,
but don't think I’ll ever stop loving Him.
Yes, I'm pretty sure I’m bisexual,
but that doesn't mean I’ll stop praying through Gabriel and Raphael.
Of course I’m a feminist of epic proportions,
but that doesn't mean I'll ever support abortion.
Yeah, I haven't been to church in ages,
but that doesn't mean I’ll never flip my Bible pages.
Yes, I know my sexuality is a sin,
but that doesn't mean I don't belong to the Kingdom of Heaven.
I'm aware that you may not like my gay lifestyle,
but beneath that, I’m a child of God, and that makes Him smile.
Of course I'm aware that I'm a colossal slut,
but if you say I’m not God's daughter,you can kiss my butt.
Yeah, I know that I have a terrible drinking problem and I’m stuck on drugs,
but that doesn't mean I'm not God's son.
Yes, I know that I've hurt and nearly killed,
DeathMareWhen I die,
still the birds will sing and fly
When I die
few will mourn me, few will cry
When I die,
still will rain, still will dry
When I die;
tell me when, I know why.
When and if I ever die,
you'll see my star up to the sky
When and if I ever die,
gods will mourn me, they will cry
When and if I ever die,
the earth will shake, seas will dry
When and if I ever die...
I am immortal, I can't die!!!
We are never talk so well,
things to say we cannot tell.
Words from small to bigger man,
learn to live, while living can.
Face with eyes and mouth don’t move,
nothing saying, does not prove.
If you hearing through the fuzz,
learn to be, while being does.
Where beyond the quiet place,
search to see the change of face,
use your time left just to see,
be a living, live to free.
leaving now, but hear before,
easy caring, to ignore.
Do not to hear these words ban,
learn to love, while loving can.
Friday Night, Deadly Night. Chapter 6Sherry felt like she lost the ability to talk, so strong was the shock. Before her stood the man that, as she could already guess, was no other that the infamous Jason Voorhees. But part of her was still doubting if this was the real Crystal Lake Killer. What if it was just a copycat? Sure, she has watched several Friday the 13th films and knew about Jason, and even one of the films featured a copycat. But those films are just work of fiction, nothing of that is real. Sherry knew it would be childish to consider any of horror films to be actually real. Some were based on true events or inspired by them, but it was still fiction. And so was Jason. Or… was he?
Somehow Sherry had a bad feeling that the man standing in front of her wasn’t some silly prankster. He was truly large and tall, and his skin was deadly pale. He wore trousers and a shirt which were old, tattered and dirty, and massive boots, but did he really have a choice to wear something different? Of course, he did
To Be Hungry p.1 commissionNatsu-Naruto-Luffy-Toriko-Nami-Carrot-Sakura-Rin-Tina.
-I do not own any of these Characters, they belong to their creators and tv shows-
To Be Hungry part one
Word count: 4355 Characters: 24078
Days spent working on- 3/18-3/31
Rules I have to fallow-
- make sure that whenever a stomach growls they touch their stomachs; and complain
- When complaining they must use a word that means stomach
- The word stomach belly or tummy must be in every 3 sentences
Hope you enjoy it if you do, don't forget to fav and leave a comment -Hazel ❤
It was a hot summers day, a group of nine friends were ready to go to an Island for a food eating competition. They had just spent the last four hours swimming, lifting weights, running, and doing various exercises. They wanted to be hungry for the competition, Luffy was working on getting the boat ready to go, it would be another four hours till they got there as long as the wind kept up.
Prank Wars ft the biting pear SPN x ReaderPrank Wars.
SPN x reader (any gender)
Happy April Fools everybody
Hope you've all enjoyed the pears
It was the day of pranks, and you'd rule the day!
Gabriel had spent the early moments of the day trying to plan things but you did your pranks special.
You had filled Sam's special salad full of bugs and worms from outside, you had taken apart all the Oreos and made it so they were filled with toothpaste. You had also put hot sauce in the peanut butter cups. You had put a rubber band on the thing for the water and you had taken Baby out for a "ride".
You had parked the beautiful Impala by the pond in the back of the house so Dean wouldn't know.
And you waited.
First to be pranked was Sam. You watched as he opened his salad only to let out a yell.
"Dean so help me I'll kill you!
Beauty and the King - Crowley x ReaderBeauty and the King
A supernatural x reader based on and in honor of Beauty and the Beast.
My god it's long...
Warnings: minor swearing, blood, fighting
Can you tell me where I got the dogs name? If you can a free x reader request for you. (Still open)
Things to know: (f/d) favorite drink, (f/c/f) favorite cake flavor. (Y/H) your height
You walked through the forest listening for howling, you were going to save your brothers. As you made your way through you heard the sound of rustling.
You began to run, you were agile like your brothers. A daughter of John Winchester, the man who left a trail of broken hearts. But your mother was a women that John kept going back to.
Then you were born, a miracle child, both the boys were protective over you. And that's why you were going to save them.
The king of hell had taken them, he fancied you because you were special. You were apparently his soul mate, but you weren't sure of it at all.
Soon you came to a castle, it was so big. You m
futile.it was simply a breakneck pace of life they wanted you to lead.
your feet were pounding on Sisyphus's boulder, rolling straight downhill with no end in sight.
your pleas for clemency fell on deaf divine ears, lost in the cacophony of this everyday life.
you swam in a sea of faces and rode of the waves of their emotions.
clear skies one moment, raging tempest the next.
you were tossed against the rocks, broken and bruised, but threw yourself back into the fray simply to survive.
you gasp for air in an atmosphere too toxic to breathe, one filled with the humming tension of a hurricane just waiting to strike.
it's waiting for you around the corner, malicious and unyielding. you walk the path to face your executioner.
there is no time to stop and count the precious minutes ticking by.
it's weeks, months, years, slipping through your fingers, gone in the space of a sigh.
night sceneAphrodite’s pendulum
pivots the lunar hide —
entangled in tandem —
who dreams of
torquing hipbones conglomerating
beneath the night’s pearly moon,
sifting through the sapphires
Project Nexus: SettingYou cannot imagine how long this took-
Tbh I'm not really done, but I'm almost there!
Note: This story will contain CP and Horror characters such as Slenderman, JTK, etc. HOWEVER, this is mostly a fantasy world and isn't really "Creepy" or horror. There are themes of those elements, but that will not be the main focus of the story. The characters will be interpretations/ me and Koko's versions of them. Just thought I'd let you know beforehand ^^
Also, this is a WIP and may edit this and other things relating to this every once and a while.
(Trust me they are pretty decently embedded into the universe/story that it'll be a struggle and confuse both of us if I tried to take them out ;;v;; )
Anyways, this is what I have so far! I hope you guys like it so far~
This area in the world is what we are more familiar with. This is where the huge chunk of life thrives. Humans r
of a boy and a girlshall i tell you a story?
it's short and (not) not sweet, and it goes like this:
there's a girl. (and she's strong and smart and sweet and everything a girl can be, and she sees the world in a rainbow spectrum of happiness.)
and there's a boy. (and he's small and weak and tired from seventeen long years of life.)
and the boy likes the girl (and the girl likes the boy.)
but because the boy knows that the girl doesn't like him back (though she does, she adores him because he's small and cute and weak in a brave, always-keep-trying-to-beat-the-odds sort of way, and because he's tired from seventeen years of getting knocked down but always standing back up, for himself and for the people who've lost their voices.)
so the girl waits for the boy to fall into her arms, because she's so popular and talented now that no boy can resist her...
...and the boy waits for the girl to find another guy (a mr. perfect with golden hair and blue eyes and a
Wrath Rought DraftTo be honest, my alter-ego would be focused on revenge and wanton cruelty. In real life, I am nice and kind to the point of self-sacrifice, but on numerous occasions (more than I care to say) I have been tempted with the possibility of discarding those traits and succumbing to the dark side, so to speak. It would be so easy to do so, especially with the behavior that passes for "cool" now... being loud, abrasive, and always ready with a put-down makes one a badass worthy of respect. It is often said that nice guys finish last: keeping this in mind, what if I were to give in to the base instincts of my alter-ego?
Going with honesty, the first response would be a sense of euphoria bordering on orgasmic. With the limits imposed by strict parents and a conscience, it would be exhilirating to break free of those arbitrary bonds and let my id run wild. Not always having to be such a nice guy would leave me free to take revenge against people who have wronged me with slights great and
dizzy pt. 2As I took a drag from the cigarette between my fingers, I looked around the dimly lit room. Her paintings were strewn across the walls of the apartment and the walls of my brain -- intoxicating, as always, depictions of broken hearts and broken lives, but always alive with a beauty I still couldn't grasp. How did such things come from her? She spent hours upon hours creating these pictures, these parts of her that I didn't recognize, that only came to light when she touched the canvas, her fingers and brush breathing a life into it that couldn't possibly be hers -- her life was with me. I saw her everyday. I slept in the same room with her (though only in the same bed when she was plagued by the heartbreak from which I constantly attempted to save her). Every day, I watched her leave for the job that she hated and then poured her a drink when she came home, tossing her bag to the floor with an exasperated sigh, spouting the same complaints she'd had about her position for the past two
Point commissionsHello! I was thinking of doing some point commissions for you guys! If you want one comment here or note me and go to this link http://tsukroffhan.deviantart.com/?givepoints
DA Muro: 1 point
Example: http://dramaticrabbit.deviantart.com/art/A-Song-I-d-Like-To-Sing-Hatsune-Miku-353543624 (thumbnail wouldn't work...)
Photography: 3 points
Hand drawn (traditional): 5 points
If you want more than one (like Photography and Hand drawn), the prices will add up (ex: 3 points + 5 points = 8 points total)
If you want me to add more categories, comment below or note me! Thanks, Hannah
Auditions for Written OCTGROUP: http://writtenoct-hh.deviantart.com/
I am hosting a written OCT - and for more information on OCT's click here -
The OCT will take place in a Haunted House
Auditions are now in play. Please write up a reference sheet for your character (include name, age, sex, height, weight, and anything else to help the other participators portray your character correctly) and a story of how your character came to the OCT (no fighting, just how the character came to be in the OCT)
Deadline: 2/14/13 (Valentines Day)
If you have any questions, ask
Please link your audition here: http://writtenoct-hh.deviantart.com/
Prizes for first place (so far, more to come): 2 llamas from Nobody, 1 llama from Nobody, 1 llama from Nobody, a watch from Nobody, a watch from Nobody, 5 favorites from Nobody, 5 favorites from Nobody, 2 critiques from Nobody, 155 oin
Nonet Three AwakeningAwakening
As I look around I start to see.
No one is who they claim to be.
Fake expressions, forced smiles.
When truly all the while,
With my two real eyes.
The real lies
Framed LivesA smile here, a laugh there.
Top of the world, nothing compares.
Post it up for the world to see.
Showing everyone how happy I can be.
"I'm doing good, life's treating me kind.
Nothing's wrong, everything's just fine."
Everyone seems to be doing the same
putting their lives into pretty frames.
Strip away the lies, scrub off the paint
and all you get is the aching pain.
It's all just a game, we all want to win.
But when do we get to shed our skin?
Affinity - PoemSitting seated in the silence
Downcast - yet my heart rose
When a quiet figure stood beside me
After in the room he strode
His appearance was unusual
Not in a way one could describe
Perhaps it was in the way he moved
Or that distant look held in his eyes
Suddenly he caught me staring
And he smiled pleasantly
I turned away, moments too late
To hide the color in my cheeks
His voice was warm - sweet to the ear
And he asked me for my name
But for all the stumblings of my tongue
I had such trouble telling him
His gentle smile gave way to grin
And with a tender sort of air
He gestured to the seat across
And asked me if he could sit there
The permission shyly granted him
He filled the empty space
All at once - in that chair
Then slowly, softly into my heart
Until he was the only one in there
I'm always enchanted at the remembrance
Of this precious memory held so dear
It never fades, yet it is romanticized
A little more with each passing year...
Yet that is not to say that I recall things more
natural disasteri am a storm raging
hurricane eyes that'll
wash you with waves until you're sluggish and drowning from
out / until all the water in your body
has turned primarily to
you won't be able to shout without
coughing up a spout of
really you won't mind because
it'll be cleansing you and
you've had a burning in the (fire)pit of your chest
for so long that
you'll just be happy
something's finally putting it out
(you never wanted to admit i could help you
but you won't push me away and
there's no going back now)
i am thunderstorms that
split trees till their
bark isn't even worse than their
nonexistent bite anymore but
i grow sunflowers in my chest that make you forget
i could ever destroy anything because
i'll suck the life out of you
but make sure by the time you leave
you'll be feeling more
you could've ever possibly believed
was in your reach
isn't all too bad)
matchlesssometimes people leave and you just
can't do anything about it.
they leave behind a chill in the air where
their body warmth used to be
and you can light fires and candles and
shine spotlights in place of them
but it will never feel the same.
i learned that the hard way.
he decided one morning that he was ready
and i saw it in the shadows in his eyes and
i decided i wasn't ready to let him.
he brought kerosene in
water bottles and hid
matches in his jacket pocket and tried to burn the bridges
but i put them out with extinguishers and
painted over the burn marks so i could pretend
they weren't there.
he felt bad and he didn't want to hurt me and
i felt bad because i didn't want him to be hurting but
i didn't want to hurt either even though i knew
one of us was going to get burned by the end of it
(there shouldn't have been any question of who
it would be, but
i was desperate and i didn't want him to leave me)
so there was no communication.
he did all he could to bring it to a
Devious Journal EntryHello interwebs! theirishdwarf here and I thought maybe the world would like to know that I'm in the process of writing a spy thriller. I'm wanting it to be james blondish but I'm having trouble and knowing the people of the internet I figured that you guys could help. Therefore I present a challenge! I need ideas and also inspiration so whoever can give me anything I'm accepting it. thanks! you guys are great and I'm done now so you may now continue with your wonderful lives!
on waking alone in the nightit is four in the morning.
with my eyes closed i could be a child
tonguing the space left
by a missing tooth, probing,
some loss - the slow, nagging drip
of that open wound.
in this dark i can't see
my palm as it rises there
like a specter, the unfurling
of the hand like lips, the spaces
between fingers as they search again
for some missing thing. these are
the real wounds.
i am not a child
anymore: there are worse things
to have lost
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