BelongingHome is one cat burrowing into my chest and the other staring in challenge as if I can stare back. It's the dog butting her head gently against my knee, asking for a scratch behind her ears. It's his mom clasping my hands mid-conversation, his grandmother's feather-light touch on my shoulder as she walks by, his brother's poking and prodding, his sister-in-law's impassioned storytelling, the raucous laughter of his dad and his mom's best friend. It's rain pelting the rooftop, but sunshine indoors. It's the smell of burgers grilling, the ambient noise of the television playing in the background. But maybe most of all, home is the surge of warmth I feel when I glance down at him, sprawled out on the leather couch with an arm draped around my waist, humming softly along with who knows what tune for only me to hear.Belonging3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Chapter oneI felt pain.Chapter one2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sharp pain of the knife slicing across my already bruised skin.
I felt fear.
Fear for my life. Fear that, if this torture continued the way it was going, I would surely die.
I felt anger.
A boiling anger verging on hatred. Anger at myself for my own weakness. A hatred of my inability to stop.
confessions full of jack 23I am getting married...confessions full of jack 232 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A strange arrangement of words, don't you think? My tongue thinks so.
I wanted to postpone/avoid the proposal for a little while longer. I was worried I wouldn't know how to respond. I was afraid a refusal might damage us beyond repair. I wanted to wait, I wanted to be sure. Not of him, no, he has been very clear that he wants me for an eternity and more, he has been very clear that he couldn't possibly get enough of me in one life time. I needed to be sure of myself, I needed to be sure life isn't something I merely tolerate, I wanted to be sure the idea of a long life is not something that I abhor, before getting someone else entangled in my personal wait for the end.
He asked me the question in that silent excited way of his. Right before sleep he put a ring on my finger under the covers and spoke with wide blue eyes. I said yes; matter of factly, simply, as if saying yes to a cup of coffee. There wasn't a no near by. There wasn't a single doubt. No doubt I w
The FailureWhen he was a little boy, he decided that someday he would make movies for a living.The Failure12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When he hit puberty, he convinced himself that those movies would all feature very beautiful women.
As an adult, he tried several times. He developed ideas, wrote scripts, and found some of the most beautiful girls who ever lived to appear in his films. But each time he started to make a movie, he found one excuse or another never to finish it.
Each excuse he made was a lie or an exaggeration. The truth was he quit those films because, though he believed very much in the beauty and talent of his female stars, he never believed at all in himself.
Then one day, as an old man, he began to notice that all of the beautiful women he'd worked with on his never-to-be-completed films had gone on to great success. Some were popular models, in high demand. Others had found fame and fortune as actresses. All were still very, very beautiful.
He, on the other hand, had grown old and fat. And success continued to eva
Not Okay, Like a BookNot Okay, Like A Book.Not Okay, Like a Book2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm okay..."
That's nice. Now, tell me the truth. Did you think I'd fall for that? Your response is lacking it's usual length, and you didn't write in the same way you usual would. Not to mention the three periods you included at the end of your response, a subconscious signal that you have something to say but aren't saying it. I know you're lying. I can read it like a book. Granted, I'm not always sharp enough to catch it, like when I'm tired or excited, but when I ask if you're okay it's because I want he truth and will seek out your lies.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I said I'm FINE."
Getting defensive now, hence the capital letters. You clearly aren't okay or else you wouldn't be so defensive. I don't know why we play this game so often, because it always ends the same way.
"If there's anything you want to talk about, let me know."
Chase's BioChase’s Bio:Chase's Bio2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chase like his sister has a human form but is not human. He is kind and friendly, doesn’t really like to fight but will if he has too. He has a red Autobot symbol on his pants and he wears light orange jacket and a black t-shirt. He is shy but his sister helps him out with it and if he know that something is nice he will not be shy. Chase has short black hair and blue eyes like his sister. He never leave his sister side and unlike her he can make rocket power roller skates that can make him go at the speed of light.
Emotion to Literature: C'monI never loved anybody like I loved her.Emotion to Literature: C'mon2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She was never loved like I loved her.
Louisiana Snowball OnslaughtLouisiana Snowball OnslaughtLouisiana Snowball Onslaught3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I believe that my mother and I saved ice for a couple days for this event. For the second time in my life, snow was to fall in South Louisiana. I was nearly 13 and the coming snow storm was the second I'd ever seen. The first of these occurred when I was only six or so, but, it didn't stick for long and certainly didn't accumulate to the point that I could roll it up in a ball and throw it into anyone's face. This time I was going to make certain it stuck.
I had always wanted a snowball fight though. Or even just to hold a ball of in my hand and marvel at the pristine white. You see, when you grow up without something that can be readily viewed in the television, it begins to acquire a certain majestic quality that those who experience it normally simply can't appreciate. This, I believe, is easily summed up by the “grass is greener on the other side of the fence” analogy.
Two hours before the storm, I emptied our ice into the bed of our
Princess, The Royal CatPrincess, The Royal Cat1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Spring/Summer 2004 - May 18, 2015
We found Princess on the side of the road when I was seven years old. We were on the way home from dance class. We were almost at the stop sign when mom noticed a tiny black and white kitty sitting in a ditch. Mom pulled over, and I got out and picked her up. I still remember how her tiny claws dug into my ballet outfit. I like to think that our friendship start there.
The first few months we had her, she stayed outside. She was a feisty little thing when she was little, but she loved attention. I would sit on the front porch with her and she would climb up on my lap and rub her face against my hands. Later in her life, when she became an indoor/outdoor cat, mostly because of her occasional behavior issues, she would climb the swing on our back porch. She would sit there and stare through the kitchen window at us, occasionally me
Another one yay1. Do you snore?Another one yay3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2. Are you a lover or a fighter?
Depends on the importance given to people
3. What’s your worst fear?
To lose everyone
4. As a kid, where you a lego maniac?
5. What do you think of “reality” tv?
Just a pile of crap
6. Do you chew on your straws?
7. Were you a cute baby?
Babies are gross
8. Is the single life for you?
What do I know
9. What colour is your keyboard?
10. Do your sing in the shower?
11. Have you ever sky-dived before?
12. Any secret talents?
Self harm without phisical injury
13. What’s your ideal vacation spot?
My bed, pillows and sleep all day
14. Can you swim?
16. Have you seen the movie "Donnie Darko”?
17. Do you care about the ozone?
I think yes
18. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
19. Can you sing the alphabet backwards?
20. Have you ever been on an airplane?
21. Are you a single child?
22. Do you prefer electronic or manu
Drama in my LifeIf you don't make mistakes you don't discover anything or get anywhere in life. I made some that ruined my life. My reputation went down, my girlfriend broke up with me and people started to make fun of me.Drama in my Life22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Let's start with as far as I can remember in 2nd grade when I accidentally spilt someone's water which pissed the teacher off and sent me to the principals office. After that the teachers started to hate me and girls thought I was a thug or something. I didn't want to stay with that name forever so to solve the problem I let my artistic 2nd grade talents take hold of my life.
I was in the group with nerds and Asians that were all perfect at the time so all day we would draw Pokemon and Mario until we got caught.
I wasn't the most artistic for sure I had this weird deformed Mario with two right hands and a mustache that came out of his nose. I might show people later.
My artistic talents got me out of that situation. Soon I had girls that were my friend as in friends not dating
Tales from the DinerI have a secret. I have kept it for years. It is the kind of secret that you don’t dare tell, if not for fear of the possible consequences, for fear that no one will listen. Both outcomes are unwelcome and damaging in their own right.Tales from the Diner2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My friends and I have shared this secret and all its grisly details over eager sips of coffee after long overnight shifts, our voices heightened in our rage and our exhaustion. I had hurriedly whispered conversations with my coworkers during hasty smoke breaks and bathroom trips. These were girls with whom I had nothing in common – save our employment and our secret. Sometimes we exploded. Sometimes we wept.
It is not that I am weary from this business of silence; I have not broken. But I realize now that I have no reason to let my anger lie dormant. The injustice has become unpalatable.
For five years I worked at a popular all-night diner in Hadley, Massachusetts. For five years I was sexually harassed on a near-daily basis.
My introduction t
The Forgotten PoemI have forgotten to listen to the poem, as thoughts of a story fill my mind.The Forgotten Poem2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I am stuck on the idea of not moving forward but of moving away, of leaving loved ones behind. The poem is lost to me as I think of my parents, newly wed, and living in Saigon. Soon my father goes away to fight the war in humid jungles and broken cities. Disappearing with no contact with his new wife and now adopted son.
Already widowed because of the war, my mother is left to worry about her husband, taking care of her son, keeping a brave face with other military wives. The longer the months move away, the more she worries of being a widow again. Then the war has declared her husband missing in action.
The long months continue to move away. Believed dead, her husband returns from the war. He fought battles in the jungles and the streets, one arm carries his rifle, the other holds an IV. He can not hold anything in, so he fights without pants. He returns just skin, bone, and dysentery.
My father returns
When Angels Fly ~ ExcerptWhen Angels Fly by S Jackson with A RaymondWhen Angels Fly ~ Excerpt12 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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HellHell isn’t so bad if it’s just some demons and the devil. It’s when you recognize the demons as those close to you, and your own face on the Devil himself that the Hell really begins.Hell1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Chapter twoFinally, when the blood gushed thickly from my wounds, and stained the blade a deep scarlet, the masochism ceased. It was four o’clock in the morning, and I stood over the kitchen sink in the dark apartment trying to avoid making a sound as I turned on the water to wash away the signs of my latest episode. Clarity flooded my mind, replacing the raw emotion that had previously clouded my thinking.Chapter two2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I did it again. Damn it. What the hell am I doing?
Turning off the water, I placed the knife carefully in the dishwasher, and returned to my room. The hallway was pitch black, and I ran my fingers across the wall to guide me. The room that I shared with Dawn was at the back of the apartment, so I counted the doorframes as I drifted like a ghost down the narrow carpeted hall.
One. That’s Anna’s room. Anna is nice. She’s a political science major, and enjoys leftist media, but we get along well. Our conversations typically consist of intelligent arguments regarding politi
Chapter threeI had been writing stories and poems since I was little. I remember one that I wrote about a duckling that was trying to learn how to quack, only I was too little to know how to spell ‘quack’ so I had to change the entire premise of the story to “The Duckling that Said ‘I want my mom’”, or something like that. As a toddler, I’d had my dad read me Peter Pan so many times that, by the time I was two, I could recite the entire story to my baby brother.Chapter three1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While I’ve always loved words, it wasn’t until middle school that I discovered the true power that they held. I’d struggled with depression back then as well, but then I met a boy who helped me to find an outlet. His name was James Draper, and he was my Prince Charming.
Every girl dreams of being a princess at some point in her life. As a princess, she expects to find a Prince Charming; that tall handsome fellow with dark wavy hair and a soothing voice who comes into her life and s
Charlotte's BioCharlotte’s Bio:Charlotte's Bio3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Charlotte has a human form but she is far from it. She is a Decepticon, She curl to others sometimes even to her Twin brother and she hate Humans they bug her, she can’t stand Autobots but she can stand her brother who is one. She is 17 and has long black hair with blue eyes, she wear a light purple Decepticon symbol on her dark purple jacket. She is curl and can turn her hands into a cannon that can shoot energy blast. She can make a jetpack onto her back and fly places at the speed of sound.
Once again1. WHAT DOES YOUR DEVIANTART NAME MEAN AND WHY?Once again3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I like frogs.
2. WHAT FANDOM WERE YOU OBSESSED WITH WHEN YOU JOINED AND WHAT ARE YOU INTO NOW?
Left 4 Dead and Idk.
3. HOW MANY WATCHERS DO YOU HAVE NOW?
Yesterday they were 881.
4. NAME 3 OF YOUR FAVORITE ARTISTS ON DA.
NotDamien - AlviaAlcedo - Herisheft
5. OR LACK THEREOF, MOVE ALONG…
6. DO YOU PARTICIPATE IN CLUBS' CONTESTS HERE ON DA?
Only when I'm intrigued in them.
7. WHAT IS YOUR MOST POPULAR SUBMISSION?
and I wonder why.
8. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE NON-ANIME TV SHOWS?
Ghost Whisperer and Ghost Adventures.
Zak Bagans :iconluvluvplz:
9. WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD DRAW BETTER?
Animals - human anatomy - everything
10. SUMMER OR WINTER?
11. RAIN OR SUN?
Why not both?
12. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF MUSIC?
13. PC OR MAC
14. ANIME OR MANGA?
15. COKE OR PEPSI?
Coke? Pepsi is too sweet
16. READ OR TV?
17. HOW MANY HOURS A DA
Memeing out of boredomB A S I C SMemeing out of boredom3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
> name: I forgot
> acceptable names: Jul / Froggy / Bub
> preferred names: Nick / Frog / Frogguh
> d.o.b.: April 29th
> gender: Bigender
> acceptable pronouns: I don't care
> preferred pronouns: I don't care
> sexual preference: Pansexual but actually not interested in love
> relationship status: Single as fuck
> religious standing: atheist
A P P E A R A N C E
> species: Frog
> kintypes: What's that
> race: Idk tbh, I'm Italian
> height: I forgot how much is 1"55 cm in USA value
> weight: Enough
> body build: Meh
> complexion: What
> scars/birthmarks: Lots of scars
> hair color: Red
> hair style: Short
> eye color: Hazel-green
> glasses: Blue
> typical clothing: Sport stuff, pijiama, sweatshirts
> jewelry: I hate it
P E R S O N A L
> current residence: Italy
> occupation: No job
> personality type: INFJ
> personality: Bipolar
> family: A younger brother and parents, plus grandparents and a shit ton of relatives
> fandoms: Borderlands/DRAMatical Murder/Pokèmon/TES V Sky