Time stops here Chapter 3Courtney Chapter 3Time stops here Chapter 33 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I’m not ready for this.
It was my 4th lucid day there and they wanted me to be involved with the other patients, to keep myself busy. So for the first time since I've been here, my roommate Charlie (who suffers from an extreme case of schizophrenia and depression) and I would be going to the ‘waiting room’ to do arts and crafts with other patients.
We stood in the doorway for what seemed like a small eternity, waiting to be noticed by the ‘art teacher’. That’s what Maxine, my nurse told me to call her. An art teacher. In reality I knew her as a therapist who specialized with art therapy, I knew that, because Charlie knew that. It wasn't her first visit here, so she knew all the Ins and Outs. As much as I hated spending time with another person day in, and day out, she wasn't bad.
“Oh look we have two new students here today!” The shrill of her ever so chipper voice hit my ears like nails on the chalkboard. Before I knew
Involuntary Smiling | HimThe shop was quiet. With a constant sighing of the heater and hissing of the rain, it was nearly empty. I walked in and looked around. There were only two other customers. There was an elder behind a newspaper, and a boy about my age that seemed infatuated with something. Ahead of me were cascading canvases, chairs, and at the very end, a boring but sweet employee named Cathy, getting my usual cup of plain, black coffee.Involuntary Smiling | Him11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was another employee behind her, getting something from below the counter. She brought it up and yelled in a voice only someone listening could understand. I assumed she was yelling a name and an order as they usually do, but for all I knew, she was yelling out how much she hated peanuts. The boy got up and jogged in a spastic way towards the counter and brought back a pecan pie. "People actually eat those things," I thought, questioning my age group and society.
My First DeviantArt Literature PieceHello. My name is David Lovins. I am new to DeviantArt. I'm not no noob, though.My First DeviantArt Literature Piece16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Just think, I could have been doing DeviantArt for ten years.
I had no idea it would be good, fun, or worthwhile.
When I would look at the art on the site, it just seemed like a bunch of kid's stuff, or overly-commercialized crap.
I'm not a fan of 'slick art'. I like it rough, raw, and passionate.
Anyway, I am glad I am on DeviantArt now. I am having a good time.
How are you?
Does anyone sell on this site? I'm just curious.
I sell on another art website once in a while. I was wondering how it is here.
I'm really curious what the top ten earners on this site make. If I knew, it would give me something to go for.
I've heard that some people have been able to get jobs from this site, and that is good. It is not always easy for artist's to get jobs, or any kind of work.
My experience with working for people doing my art is the client doesn't want to pay muc
Inside our head"Red don't be stupid. "Inside our head1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"King I wasn't going to hit him in the face over an accident."
"He insulted you!"
"No he was joking around I'm not going to overly sensitive,"
"He knocked your stuff on the ground!"
"You irritate me,"
"Im going to sleep,"
"Whatever night," we go to sleep
Momente mit Sex 2Wenn du hier bist, und wir so unglaublich frei sind,Momente mit Sex 22 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
und alles so leicht und ohne Denken funktioniert,
möchte ich frei sein, so frei wie ich es mit dir bin,
weil ich es mit anderen nicht bin, ich möchte wieder allein sein,
allein mit dir, in meinem Kopf, oder allein mit allen anderen.
Ich bin doch frei sage ich mir, aber ich bin gebunden, freiwillig gebunden,
was fehlt mir? Ich habe Erwartungen, an mich, an ihn,
aber nicht an dich, nicht an uns, wir existieren einfach,
miteinander, nebeneinander, füreinander.
Siehst du, wie die Welt neben uns untergeht?
Wir existieren einfach, in unserer Welt,
fern ab von allen Vorstellungen und Gewohnheiten,
wir können es uns leisten, gemeinsam einsam zu sein, frei zu sein,
zu schweben im zeitlosen Raum.
Momente mit Sex 1Ich erinnere mich an einen Moment mit Sex in einem kleinen roten Auto,Momente mit Sex 12 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
eigentlich viel zu klein für uns zwei und ich und er waren viel zu nüchtern.
Im Nachinein weiß ich nicht genau, warum ich es getan habe.
Vielleicht weil ich es konnte, um mir zu beweisen,
dass ich selbst über mich bestimmen kann, dass ich keine Gefühle brauche,
ja nicht einmal Alkohol, dass mich nichts verletzen kann.
Er sah gut aus, vielleicht wollte ich auch ein bisschen angeben,
was vollkommen daneben ging. Alle anderen haben sich Sorgen gemacht.
Ich wusste aber, dass mir nichts passiert,
noch nie war mir in solchen Situationen etwas schlimmes passiert,
jedenfalls nicht gegen meinen Willen. Was können mir die Menschen,
wenn ich bereitwillig mitgehe? Man musste mich lange zu nichts mehr zwingen,
nachdem er mich gezwungen hatte.
Ich habe keine Angst vor fremden Menschen, nur vor denen, die ich zu kennen glaube.
Renewed CommittmentDec. 13, 2014Renewed Committment2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was a bride awaiting her groom. I stood in the changing rooms in a royal blue robe. My legs were making me bounce. I had a smile on my face that would not go away, even if I tried to get rid of it. It was the day I had waited for too long: my re-baptism.
After years of being a lukewarm Christian; after years of struggling with temptations even to the point of death, I was finally set free from the sins that plagued my life like the pestilence they were. After going through anger issues, anxiety disorders, physical pain, and broken relationships, I had heard Jesus call out my name. And I threw myself into His open arms.
There was a knock on the door. When it was opened Pastor Julius walked through in a cheerful manner. His dark face was lit up by a jazzy smile, and eyes that were twinkling like stars. He had previously told me how excited and proud he was to be the one to baptize me. We had a strong friendship. He was the pastor I went to when my struggles in the spring
Personifying Myself-animal - fat house cat because I would be content to nap all day and have no responsibilitiesPersonifying Myself3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
-car-classic Volkswagen beetle - I'm sort of plump and don't let a lot of people in (i.e. I have a small group of friends)
-article of clothing - gray sweatshirt because I'm lazy but reliable
-day of the week - Sunday because though I may seem farthest away from my responsibilities on Monday, in reality they're right around the corner
-food - burrito - I'm full of good stuff
-color - white - when I'm refracted I become a rainbow (I have a colorful personality)
-movie - The Breakfast Club - I can be really angst
-fragrance - sriracha - I compliment other flavors well
-type of building - cottage - I'm cozy
-plant - cactus - I hate shaving my legs
-musical instrument - harp - my voice echoes
-geometric shape - cone - I like icecream
-piece of furniture - bed - I love sleep
-season of the year - spring - I'm still growing
-television character - Finn the human - I can be pretty gullible and immat
StargazingI’ve never been much of a camper. It’s not that I don’t like camping or the outdoors, in fact I love it. Where I live we have the best places to go camping. The only problem is that my family prefer working showers and beds with mattresses rather than sleeping bags and surf showers.Stargazing3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I always look forward to school camps, you get to share a tent with your friends and get away from your family for a while. For this year’s school camp, and yes have school camps annually, my class was going to a small Island off of the coast. This island is famous for its vineyards and beautiful campsites.
One boat trip and bus ride later we were all lugging our things onto a grassy plain near the beach. The campsite was one of the most amazing ones I’d seen in my life. There was a large clearing surrounded by trees and bush with a pathway leading to the beach. It was the very beginning of summer and it showed. The hot sun was blaring down on us and I was glad that I was weari
Things I Will Never Do1.get gauges in my earsThings I Will Never Do3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
3.support boy bands
4.read The Pearl again
5.get my braces put back on
6.watch The Avatar:Last Airbender movie
8.respect Reese Crawford
9.get locked out of my house again
10.drink sour milk again
11.hold a baby incorrectly again
12.listen to Aaron's advice
13.smell homemade play dough again
15.not like Nintendo
Getting Lost with LostHiya Everybody!Getting Lost with Lost3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm lostintheflowoftime, also known as Lost, Cherish, or Cher-Bear. I'm not really sure what to say about myself, but I'll give this my best shot. I love to draw, of course. I mainly draw in a semi anime style, and I'm in love with my chibis. Besides drawing, I'm an avid reader. If anyone were to come across me in real life, the odds of them finding me with my head buried in a book are quite high. I'm also a gamer, with a particular love of rpgs/jrpgs such as the Final Fantasy series and the Tales series. On the more physical side of things, I enjoy various martial arts, yoga, and walking just about anywhere. A few more random facts: My favorite color is blue, my favorite animal is wolves, I'm actually fairly shy (that doesn't mean I don't like talking to people, though), and people always get my age wrong when they first meet me.
If you'd like to know anything else about me don't be afraid to ask!
Memoirs of Thiebault #32 - ''Are you sulking?'' Around that time, a rather dramatical incident almost interrupted my stay. Sicardi’s skill and faithfulness in portraying my father had led me to order him my portrait, of which he made two copies, one for my family and the other one for Pauline; both were set on medallions whose back was decorated with patterns made from my hair. The letter that announced the arrival of the second portrait in Milan was heartbreaking: It had, said the note, cruelly renewed her pain and grief. Perhaps it also brought untold relief; but was it not an omen of delays in my return to Italy, and would I ever come wipe the tears which it had caused to flow? This letter left me deeply moved. I answered it at once, but writing could not appease my exaltation. I longed to see Pauline again; I would have shed my blood for an hour with her; as I grew tired of waiting for my rank to be confirmed, I decided to go back to Milan as an adjudant général. My zeal in carryinMemoirs of Thiebault #32 - ''Are you sulking?''3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
08.09.2014 Zawsze źle się czułam, gdy odwracał się do mnie plecami. Wspomnienie najbliższego mi ciała, którego zapachem przesycona byłam co dzień, leżącego obok mnie, jednocześnie tak odległego sprawia, że uczucia z tamtych poranków zdają się ożywać na nowo. Jestem w stanie odtworzyć w pamięci ten gest, dla Niego nie znaczący nic, mi łamiący serce. Doskonale pamiętam żałosne próby obejmowania mojego ukochanego. Pragnąc posmakować odrobiny bliskości, poczuć jego fizyczność, obecność po kolejnej nieprzespanej nocy, gdy to zmuszona zostałam trwać w ciemnościach bez Niego, prowokowałam zmysły, czekając na kolejny wybuch namiętności. Każdego poranka zakradałam się do pokoju i w pośpiechu kładłam s08.09.20143 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Kiss It All Better 20“I had no right to kill David Hobbs.”Kiss It All Better 203 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He crushed the man’s face with the butt of his gun while he was outside Parks and Recreation having a smoke break. He bludgeoned, swinging and smashing and crushing until his shoulders burned with the exertion. It was such a spantaneous, powerful act that Hobbs's co-workers ran inside, didn't even try to stop Calvin. Calvin spat on the body, shot it in the chest once, and moved on.
“Or Roger Kilby.”
He chased him through the woods, leaving footprints in the snow, slipping down gullies and frozen ravines, and when he was close enough, Calvin leapt at him, slamming the rifle into the back of his head, straddling him in the snow. Fury and molten iron on his tongue and justice in his capillaries gave him the greater strength.
He shot the man’s leg first, listened to him shout and squirm, then his arms.
“Why are you doing this?” the man screamed, trying to thrash, but his limbs only twitched feebly. Spittl
Kiss It All Better 19Calvin was questioned. Kierstin cried. Investigations ensued. The world was a haze. Blood stained his hands and Kierstin’s bones became prominent in her wrists. He fed her but she wouldn’t eat. At least, he thought he fed her.Kiss It All Better 193 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He became violently ill as he tried to drink away his existence, which was easier than wondering how to return to normal life, and why the mountains were so vast and yet didn’t use that vastness to fall upon the scum of the earth.
He watched Kierstin sleep in his bed one night and decided to write her a letter. The hated faces beneath faces obscured his vision, so that the letter contained garbled phrases and strayed from the lines, and he only said, Never stop playing the piano. None of it’s your fault. Dad loves you. Then he pulled out a shotgun from the shed and disappeared.
“I grew up in an era where right-wing conservatives believe in equality as long as you conform. In a country founded on the backs of the oppressed, which was
BMP1 The Black Materia ProjectBMP13 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Instead of journal entries, I will submit them as word deviations - because it seems easier this way
Some people have been sending me really hateful messages already - and they have been reported. Some of the most lovely things have been "get a life you freak" and "Sephiroth is a beautiful man - not an ugly woman"...
When did I ever say that I wasn't a freak - even though I don't see how you have the right to judge if I am or not. I do have a life thank you - and even though I have trials and tribulations to go with it, it is a life, it is my life and I plan to live it how the hell I want to. Please, go ahead and judge what I do - and while you are at it, pay my bills, do my chores and take care of everything I have to.
I never said I was beautiful, far from it.
I have even put in a lot of thought about surgery for this, but I do not think my nose could handle surgery, and my height, as much as I would adore being 6ft2 - I don't think I am re
2014-348 ShiverDeath is an icy day with the sun shining somewhere behind the low-hanging clouds but definitely not here.2014-348 Shiver4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This has been the year of funerals. A year ago it was my dad, then both sister Shirlee and her mother-in-law in April. Last weekend it was Corky's and Shirlee's mom. Irene was old and full of year so it was not entirely unexpected. Yet she was her feisty self and in reasonably good health when we saw her in April. Death ever catches us unawares.
The irony is that Shirlee's husband Bruce and daughter Deidre were here in Rochester for Thanksgiving. We sent them on their way on Sunday morning. Irene died Monday afternoon. We boarded the train for Iowa City Thursday night and were with Bruce and Deidre and Lydia for the weekend. It was good to see Lydia; with her migraines and what not she had not been up to the long drive to Rochester. There were warm hugs along with the shivering. How I do love that family.
I didn't take a lot of photos, just a few with the Yashica-D at the funeral a
AstronomyHe was the sun. He was bright and beautiful and larger than life. His head was huge and full of gas. Earth and all of the other planets in the galaxy revolved around him. When he got burnt out, he exploded into a fiery, destructive mess and collapsed in on himself, leaving a black hole in his wake. His light shone so bright that it reflected off of all of the moons.Astronomy4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
He was the moon. He was a large piece of Earth that had broken off many, many years ago but was still caught in its orbit. The oceans’ waves were contingent upon his moods. His terrain was rough and parts of him were sunken in. Other parts were scarred by the footprints of humanity after they treaded on him. He shined even in the darkest of nights, but there was always a part of him that remained dark and cold. You’d feel weightless in his presence.
He was the Earth. He carried the weight of all humanity in his mind and his heart. He built mountains for every little thing he was passionate about, and filled ocea
MorningMorning4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"The other day I saw a gameplay with the character Fukawa. Fukawa is brown haired with a paranoid personality, caused by her childhood traumas. She is a famous novelist, and seeing her room filled with sketches of her novels inspired me. I recently observed a good therapy she wanted to try would be the "I novel" genre, which reinforces her own life experiences, her personal experience. 'I want to make an I-novel’ I thought. I was feeling sleepy and seeing gameplays from the cellphone caused me to feel closer to the stories and plots that you can see on Youtube.
I love writing, I have an introverted personality and through this practice I think I can be myself and show myself with no euphemisms. People are not themselves, at least ... most of them aren’t. Seeking to fit into predetermined moulds is not exactly something I like; I think it is a form of genocide of ourselves imposing stereotypes to please the social norm. I think being ourselves could be a way to express
AnatomyI cannot recall the last time I was able to differentiate between the sensation of touch and the sensation of pain. I have to stop myself from envying those who have lost their ability to feel anything at all.Anatomy4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My muscles are weak lately. So weak that my body feels numb all of the time and moving feels unnatural and strenuous and dangerous. Most of my nightmares include me being unable to control my muscles at all, as if I would become paralyzed from the neck down while walking, or my eyes would suddenly refuse to open.
I wonder if this is how you felt during your final year. Is this why you collapsed in on yourself so often? Why you’d fall to your knees, gasping for breath and clawing at the skin above your heart, howling to me about its weight every night? I wonder if this is why you’d flinch when we hugged. Did my gentle, girlish tugs on your hoodie feel like sledgehammers to your fragile bones? Did my lips feel like the flames of his lighter to your scars? I’m sorr
Memoirs of Thiebault #31 - Behind the scenes[Back to Tome III and Paris once more...]Memoirs of Thiebault #31 - Behind the scenes4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Between my father’s illness, his dictations which often lasted from dinner till nine in the evening, the happiness I felt in dedicating to him my time outside of the call of duty, my work on a treaty on the Art of war and a booklet on general staffs1, the pain and regrets which I felt far away from Pauline—whose letters relieved me but could not comfort me—, and finally the need to live a calm life after a time of turmoil, I grew distant from society even though my age should have pushed me towards it. I only saw those of my and my father’s friends whom it would have been impossible or too painful not to see. I have already mentioned them: the witty Doctor Bacher, M. Joly, one of Louis XVI’s advisers, who became a bright light of the Paris royal court; M. and Mme Bitaubé and my friends Rivierre de l’