Babysitter Most of the time my sister and I would go and stay with my aunt and cousins when my mom was not around to keep us. There came a time that for some reason they were busy at the same time that my mom was, and this would lead to the first time that I remember being naked around somebody that wasn't family.Babysitter8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This was on a weekend and the baby sitter was going to have to stay with us all day on both Saturday and Sunday. The babysitter was already there when both my sister and I got out of bed on Saturday morning.
The babysitter was really nice, and really cute, and I had a bit of a crush on her. This of course made it as to where I did not want her seeing me naked. For most of the day that was the case. We hung out in the house. Then we ate lunch. Then we outside for awhile. Then we came back in and ate dinner. Then my sister and I went to take our showers. This is when the clothing situation would become uncomfortable for me in front of the babysitt
My RoomI have stayed in this room every time I have visited my grandparents over the last thirteen years. Yes I am only 12 now, but my first visit was when I was in the 7 months in the womb and my mother complained about the July heat in Massachusetts and laid on the bottom of her 13 year old sister’s trundle bed. She demanded that every fan in my grandparents colonial home be brought in this room and turned on her. That is not a memory that I remember but one I have heard told so often when I have stayed here myself. It is a room that is filled with memories of my mom and aunt and now me.My Room11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The last time I visited this room was last Kwanzaa which was the most special time. All of my Mimi’s 5 children were there for the 1st time to celebrate the holidays together. This is the visit got to meet my 7-month cousin Ella who I had named but met for the first time. I felt like I won the lottery when I were sharing this room again with my Aunt Stephanie again and her adorable 8-month old s
Involuntary Smiling | II was sitting at my computer chair, leaning away from my messy desk when he came to my mind again. In frustration, I shouted, "If only I had asked his name!" If only I had. I spun around in my computer chair, my head now hanging off the backside of it. "The ceiling just never looks different. How do my parent's expect me to get inspiration for my art and study in this room?!"Involuntary Smiling | I1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My mother called from downstairs. "Jason! Who are you talking to?"
"No one, mom!"
"I heard you speaking! Do you have a girl up there you're hiding?"
"Of course not, mom." A girl... I sighed. "I'm studying; I was just working on the pronunciation of some words!"
"Oh, that's fine, honey. Would you like some juice? I just bought some apple juice, and it's your favorite brand!"
A mischievous smile rolled onto my face like a carpet. "Yes, thanks mom!" Maybe I could use studying as an excuse...
My train of thought broke when I realized I was missing Skype Saturday. The singing synthesizer soun
Sarny introHello there everyone!!!Sarny intro2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm Sarn Elyren, but you can call me Sarny.
I'm a hobbyist digital artist. I adore drawing, and have been
drawing since I could hold a crayon.
My man specialty is animals and humans, but I'm open to new
techniques and subjects.
Other than drawing, I'm an avid dog handler. I breed and show
my very own rough collies, and have been for about 6 years now.
I'm also a fan of reading, if I'm not drawing or doing something with a dog,
then I'll have my nose stuck in a book.
I love tons of other things, but I won't bore you with them here.
I'm a very friendly person (mostly ) and I don't mind chatting or helping
someone out at all! Feel free to ask anytime!!!
HOWNow tell me how on Earth can I have:HOW2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
- 15 Rp notes to reply
- 3 suspicious notes to mark as spam (probably)
- 7 people asking for requests via note which is rude as fuck cause NO MEANS NO
- 8 notes about random speeches with friends to reply
- 3 random failed trolls to mock
- 2 useless drama notes from drama addicted kiddos
autoportret..cine esti..si de unde vii tu..?autoportret..3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
si m-am nascut din matasea aprinsa
..a nemuririi mele..
inima mea..este o vesnica rebela..
..inca de la inceputul creatiei..
sunt maestra propriei mele forte..
si detinatoarea marelui secret..
al lui dumnezeu..
care a crescut tremurand..
..pe un deal inghetat..
si locuiesc in oaza de lumina..
..intr-o lume dincolo de lumea ta..
unde stelele se holbeaza la forta mea..
iar iadul tremura in pumnul meu..!
..noaptea se teme de durerea mea..
iar dimineata impietrita..
isi culca suspinul..
..pe a mea perna..
am imblanzit supliciul..
si am cucerit infernul..
..si l-am lasat liber prin venele mele..
am tesut imagini din lacrimi de sange..
si am spalat cu ele dorul greu..
am sfasiat infinitul in o mie de bucati..!!!!
si i-am dat drumul prin mine..!
si atomii mei ti-i arunc in suflet..
tu ii imbratisezi ingrozit..
vazand prin ei..bezna din lumina mea..
si ii culci in camera din inima ta..
si ii speli de noroi..
Sun Baked Raspberries In the summer, the individual plants of the raspberries always seem to merge into one long protective fence around our backyard. Their vines reach out across the empty space like desperate fingers and fill it with their intertwined stems and leaves, making it impossible to see which small red clusters of fruit have been born to which plants. They bear many of these clusters of little red shining balls, who all come together to be shaped like a rounded thimble that can be perfectly fitted onto the tip of a small finger. These little red berries do not, at first, have a very outgoing scent. Their sent is hinted at, but not revealed until squished between the fingers of a three-year-old’s dimpled hands.Sun Baked Raspberries4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We sit at the picnic table, my sister and I, our short legs dangling above the grass as we swing them back and forth with the basket of fresh picked raspberries between us. I take each raspberry and look at it before
Great Things Too Often Die Small Deaths I remember a certain place from my adventure days of exploring that used to house a beautifully sad scene. I came upon this scene at the age of twelve with two of my companion explorers when we took a shortcut on our way to a familiar riverbank.Great Things Too Often Die Small Deaths4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a terribly sticky hot day and the journey to the river being three miles from home only increased our discomfort. We were already fatigued from the sun and decided to leave the suffocating dusty path and take a shortcut through a thin section of trees. We could quickly tell that the hardened ground we were following must have been a makeshift road at one point, especially when it led us into a clearing where we saw the leftover remnants of human life. It was an old farm that used to breed and train horses for competition in the 1950s. It was common knowledge there had once been an equestrian farm on the land, but the three of us never thought anything remained of it. What was still there was lyin
Stay the CourseThis time it was all on her. She made the choice and I respect her for it. After all, it was for the right reasons; kids, job, and the fact that we weren't really going anywhere.Stay the Course4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This is the way of things and sometimes we have to sacrifice. I actually love her more for it. A woman with her priorities straight. She is amazing and I am going to miss her, but we have to stay the course.
quien es papa esceptico¿Quién es este extraño y repugnante pata?quien es papa esceptico4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Según lo que veo:
Para ser mexicano (como indica en cada cosa que dice, siempre recalca que es de ahí) es muy blancón, de ojos claros como pituco, lo cual es raro, parece que lo que sea que lo haya criado de niño, lo sumergió en lejía, que desafortunadamente no lo mató.
Al ver sus horrorosas fotografías personales, que como narcicista les pone marcas de copyright (como si alguien quisiera utilizar su desagradable cara o igualmente la de la cara de su nada agraciado hijo).
Lo verás disfrazado del calvo feo de stark trek ¿el tipo tiene algo de nerd? No, él es un autista o asperger que vive en un mundo de fantasía donde se alucina el calvo feo de stark trek y el desagradable, asqueroso y raro calvo viejo de breaking bad a sus casi 50 años (el pata es un viejo raro).
Sí, ese tipo se cree Walter White, pues antes de la llegada de esa serie su blog tenía un dise
Memoirs of Thiebault #33 - Masques et Bergamasques One evening, Rivierre took me to the ball of the Opera. He treated it very seriously, while I only came out of curiosity. There was no one expecting me or attracting me there, whereas Rivierre was committed to God knows how many love affairs. The ladies’ crowd assaulted him as soon as he entered, fighting to have the privilege of getting him first. Indeed, he was a charming man, with a brilliant spirit and pleasant features; always laughing, endowed with a frame that was both athletic and elegant, he could appeal to all kinds of tastes and this explained the number of women trying to grab him.Memoirs of Thiebault #33 - Masques et Bergamasques4 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“I have many amusing tales to share,” one of them shouted.
“Mine will please you nicely,” another called out.
He did not know whom he should listen, and as both women pulled him left and right, he said, laughing:
“Please, please, fight am
No PoetryToday I’ll write no poetry. Instead I’ll simply write. I wish I could speak with a broken heart, but today is not that day. Life is made up of things you expect and that which you cannot see. Well I saw this one coming a half mile away.No Poetry4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The real tragedy is that I broke her heart over circumstances outside of our control; snakes from the past slithering up, skeletons tumbling down. It was all the things left undone. Things I could not master.
Now I must figure out where to go from here. I step freely without direction. I'm not even sure how to be single, out gunned, out played, and inexperienced. I shy away from conflict and complication. I speak not through corny pickup lines or cheap compliments for thrill. I just say what I think is real. Then I pretend I'm ok.
I guess that about sums me up, but I'll take it a bit further. I am wild, but somewhat shy. I am a deviant, but also reserved. I am a freak, but a gentlemen as well. Are you starting to see the pattern yet?
Time stops here Chapter 3Courtney Chapter 3Time stops here Chapter 35 days 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 | Him5 days 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 Piece5 days 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 head6 days 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