Rules of ConductYou know how you stare at a blank page and don't see the words pop? I don't have that. I've always seen them pop, right from when I knew what they were and how to write them. I never had a moment when I couldn't express an opinion or share a thought through writing it. That's because I can't express them otherwise.Rules of Conduct1 hour ago in Stories & Vignettes
And that sounds weird, right? Not being able to express myself otherwise? It's not normal, that much I gathered from my combined experiencies of 22 years of living among other people. But human emotion and empathy should be innate to all humans. That's how it should be.
But it isn't.
I can't hug or kiss a cheek without feeling inappropriate or weird. Well that's not true. Some people I can. Some people force me to feel safe. Even tho I don't usually. Feel safe that is. Even a simple goodbye or hello leaves me thinking "Did I overdo it?" "Did they feel awkward?" "Should I gave them a handshake instead of a wave or the other way around?" "Should I go back to handshake th
Uwolnienie - opowiadanie Spojrzała na jezioro znajdujące się przed nią. Spokojną taflę burzyły łabędzie zrywające się, co jakiś czas do lotu, kaczki, które swoimi małymi stópkami powodowały falowanie wody i słońce tworzące coraz to nowe barwy w wszechobecnych kropelkach wilgoci. Delikatny wietrzyk przynosił ze wschodu zapach, którego nie pomyliłaby z żadną wonią tego świata. Kojarzył jej się przede wszystkim z ogniskiem, kajakiem i herbatą mającą posmak cytrynowego wapna. W chwili, gdy dotarł do jej nosa, wspomnienia wróciły ze zdwojoną siłą. Zdawało jej się, że znów leży wyczerpana w namiocie, a czyjaś troskliwa dłoń podaję jej kubek skośnookiej herbaty. Napawała się przez chwilę tą wizją, po czym usiadła na stojącej przUwolnienie - opowiadanie3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Everybody's Home But All The Lights Are OutEverybody's Home But All The Lights Are Out8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
There used to exist a quiet comfort simplicity granted each and every one;Every child, every man, every woman - before there could ever be gaps and differences that ranged from here to there,Your home became of you which might be translated as the only space you dwell in is the only place you could ever know.That's the pity every gracious human soul trades for the price of space.Everything else is free.
Ad Venturi.Ad Venturi.8 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
To venture is to explore.To expand the conscious mind, you'll see another world of clearer signs. As light is sound the time is nigh to seek the better truth as one uncovers lies of mysteries that challenges our youth.
A winding path beneath the waves of silent screams below, One sifts among the maniac's gears left to run the tow.
Like most of us, they bend to fold the fear that manifests into another wave revered written in the test.
I Love YouLike a moving-picture, the images fluttered in my head. And my pen started to transcribe all that I was bottling inside my heart.I Love You9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
October 13, 1991
My Dearest Eli,
Yet again tonight I went to bed crying for you, Eli. Heart wrenching sobs escaped from me and in between them I relived your short life with such clarity.
I knew you were very special, Eli, from the day you were born. And now, with the first anniversary of your death upon us, I realize fully just how special you really were and still are. You affected so many people in your short life, Eli.
Even now, I have moments when it is hard to believe that you are really gone. Or are you? You’re in my heart now and forever Eli.
Will it ever get easier, Eli? Sometimes, I am very happy for you. Those times are when I know you are pain free and happy. Heaven must be such a wonderful place.
Then there are times when my heart aches and aches for you, honey. Those are the times when I relive moments of your childhood before the d
Impressionable The car floated down Highway 359 and took to the bumps in the road as if it were hovering. The sky was dark, the radio was off, and the dome light was on, but dimmed. The silence was occasionally broken by the Spanish call of cards, “siete de espadas.” In addition to the calling of cards, there would be some idle banter and then the chuckle of four old ladies. Josh simply sat quietly in the center of the back seat and toyed with the cockpit to his X-Wing, very tempted to turn it on and hear the sweet, piercing noises. He held it in front of him and faced it forward as he pretended the car had disappeared and only the ship traveled down the highway as he tilted it to turn as the road turned. He was Luke Skywalker making the run through the Death Star trench.Impressionable15 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
“Cuatro de corazones,” the game of Crazy Eights interrupted his mission to destroy the Death Star and save the rebels.
Untitled"Hello dear writer, and thanks for trying out my simple little writing meme. You're truly part of a minority here on DeviantArt, since writing is a very small thing indeed. To do this meme, simply copy and paste the below things, and fill them out as much as you wish; if you need more space, simply add it."Untitled1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
Introduce yourself of course. Tell us a few interests; perhaps why you're here on Deviantart, or why you choose to write instead of draw (or both).
Je suis la poète tacticale et Claire.
I like to write stories. I also like to bullshit. And I like to draw. I'm really bored right now.
Hmmm, that is interesting. Now that the formalities are out of the way, what do you write? (Poetry, stories, etc.)
I'm writing this text right now. I write a lot of things. My hands hurt from work.
I see, I see. Well, so what do you like to write about? Go on, don't be shy about it. Nobody's judging you.
YEA THEY ARE. EVERYONE JUDGES ME /cryface
that's why I live in a tin
The Blanket over My Headhttps://docs.google.com/document/d/1nUqQiodgTJerZwBkdZoEHaUqXXniOBryWPwzrQVBeJo/pubThe Blanket over My Head1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
Breaking Down Autumnhttps://docs.google.com/document/d/18NHEUW2KQqAGyTaLnH8j8OTDLiVjFSNn8PT0ZOoftro/pubBreaking Down Autumn1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
Unwanted Autobiography - Ch. 1Unwanted AutobiographyUnwanted Autobiography - Ch. 11 day ago in Introductions & Chapters
Chapter 1 - Shitty Backstory of my Love Story 1
(Excuse the grammar, I'm too lazy to edit this, so whatever.)
I'll just write a weekly report about my life from now on because I'm just so bored, and my life is just boring as fuck! Even though there's no point in sharing it, I'll just share it anyway.
First of all, I don't plan on writing a journal entry and I don't care if I spam you guys with a lot of useless stuff about my life. I will write my fucking autobiography the way I want to, so stop being jerks and let me be!
My name is Rom, and I'm a medical student not because I want to but because my friend's there, and I simply want to see her. I know it's a stupid reason, but who cares anyway.
I graduated High School in some (people call it prestigious school) school where people were just so obsessed with their physical appearance and the fucking status quo. I have been an honor student, not until I was in my last
In der EisenbahnstrasseWie sieht eigentlich ein besetztes Haus aus? Diese Frage hatte ich mir nie gestellt, bis ich das erste Mal in Leipzig zu Besuch in der Eisenbahnstraße war.In der Eisenbahnstrasse2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Alt und abgerissen, keine Tapete, dafür bunte Graffitis und verblasste, zerrissene Plakate,
kein Boden, nur Beton und Staub.
Das ist die andere Seite, die ich nicht gewohnt bin,
ich wohne in einem Haus, wo alles aufeinander abgestimmt ist, die Tapeten, die Möbel, die Böden,
die Bilder, alles ist sauber und ordentlich.
Ich bin auf ein Gymnasium gegangen, an dem alle anderen auch aus solchen Häusern stammten,
wir haben nie etwas anderes gesehen.
Jetzt stehe ich hier, im Hausflur und bin gleichzeitig fasziniert und ein wenig erschreckt. Was für Leute wohl hier wohnen wollen?
Die Wohnung hat keine Türklinken, „Drinnen sieht es bestimmt anders aus“ denke ich.
Wie in Russland, wo die Häuser der Stadt gehören und sich alle Bewohner nur um ihre eigenen Wohnungen kümmern, die dann
should i leave deviantart Ever since i finished uploaded stuner pics i had no plans for new pics let me know suggestioshould i leave deviantart 2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
this dream is death for you kidread description sorry put it in the wrong place on mobile XDthis dream is death for you kid2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Stories of my Life: 6th Grade Christmas PlayI know I'm not the most active person on the site, and I do apologize for the constant, mostly laziness-induced, delays in getting the established stories out. Therefore, along with random stories and art trades/requests, I'll make it up to you by sharing with you some stories that have actually happened to me in my real life.Stories of my Life: 6th Grade Christmas Play2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
So, where to begin? Hm...I guess I'll tell you about something Christmas-related, since it is that time of year.
This takes place during 6th Grade, all the way back in 2001. For Christmastime, my English class put on a small play based on the "12 Days of Christmas" song. I was chosen to play a guy who sent his girlfriend the 12 gifts; the twelve lords a leaping, seven swans a swimming, the partridge in the pear tree, the works. It was too much for the "father" and he was ultimately put in an insane asylum. In retribution, the rest of the family shoved a trash can on my head and whacked me in the behind with a broom. To top it all, once I removed the trash can, my
I Stare at Nothing :Day 6-7****************************************************************************************** DisclaimerI Stare at Nothing :Day 6-72 days ago in Introductions & Chapters
everything that is told in these stories is 100% true, and is not meant to be justified as plagiarized. Yes, I have done research, but my experiences are not like most others, And will not be like others. It would be highly appreciated if you will take this as serious as possible, for I have been turned nearly insane and nearly raped by it.
Today I went to go eat with my grandma. Everything was a bit off but I shrugged it off.
After we went out to eat we stayed in her house for abou2 hours. In that time I saw him just casually laying on her recliner facing away from the window and I saw it from the opposite side of the room, but it was only a flash at the corner of my eye. I
Thanksgiving DysphoriaI have both social and physical dysphoria. This can make day-to-day life hard. I was born physically female and I have a hard time looking androgynous (Looking androgynous is what makes me feel the most comfortable. This does not apply to all agender people.) and thus I am perceived as female. This causes some of my social dysphoria; being I am perceived as female, people treat me as a female and thus put female attributes to me.Thanksgiving Dysphoria2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
I have not come out to all my extended family and thus It lead to some dysphoria during this Thanksgiving. My extended family tends to put a lot on the gender binary (male and female only). While we had the relatives at our house for the holiday (they stayed with us for two days) I was perceived as female by almost all in the house. This caused me to feel trapped, claustrophobic, and very aware of my own skin and how it doesn’t fit me. Now, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love my family, unfortunately they just don’t believe in
The Moment Where It BeganThe Moment Where It Began2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Looking back I can see the moment that things first began to click. The moment when I realized that something wasn’t right with the gender I was given.
When I was around fourteen I saw this person (they were around my age) whom I could not tell what their gender was. I tried to figure it out over and over but I couldn’t tell. I thought about it all day, perplexed. Why did this matter to me so much? I realized it wasn’t because I really wanted to know what their physical sex was, so much as not wanting to see that I didn’t fit into my own. I realized that I wanted to look androgynous. I wanted people to wonder what my gender was and not be able to figure it out. It is just like how women want to look feminine and men want to look masculine (generally speaking). It took me years to figure out my gender but this moment is where it began.
-Charity Smith - QueerPrince of Cake
The Tale of the Little, Green Robot When I was about seven or eight I was standing by the 25 cent coin-operated vending machines staring at the candy and toys I could not have. I was looking for a discarded coin or toy or even the clear plastic cases with which to play. My family has never had much and so at that time even the luxury of buying one of these 25 cent toys was not something my mother could often afford us. We would then therefore stare in wonder at the prizes trapped inside, waiting for the day we might be able to feed them a coin.The Tale of the Little, Green Robot2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
On that day something miraculous happened; someone gave me a coin. While I stared and searched for discarded items a woman with wrinkles in her smile and sunrise in her red hair gave me a quarter.
"You put in your quarter," she said, "and I will put in mine."
I was for a moment, shocked. Someone gave me a quarter. Some stranger who has a shopping cart full of groceries to
Writing Prompts I Answered (Part 2)What is a sure-fire way to distract you from the task at hand?Writing Prompts I Answered (Part 2)3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Tell me that there’s food ready, like, NOW, and I’ll forget that I need to make flashcards for German and get some of that food.
If you had the opportunity to write as a career, what would you write?
I’d write what I want. I mean, I already do that, but that’s my honest answer.
Imagine your life is now a best-selling book. Write the summary for the back cover.
She’s seen it all: snow on Halloween, banana trees in the backyard, hateful people from Florida, mental disorders, the secret emotion police known as the PASS, anime, a long-lost friend, anime, freakin’ JUNIOR HIGH, a plethora of feelings, an anime voice actor, anime, taekwondo, freshman year, more PASS crap, stubborn theatre teachers, foreign languages, the worst people in Texas, and ANIME.
Laugh at Akane’s anime jokes! Feel li
Bizarre Love TriangleBizarre Love Triangle 3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
We go through the motions recklessly dreaming
destructive connotations of future generations to come,
I ask, "Here? In my homeland?"
So I move only through wires,
cut through the width of desolate attire
before a poisonous God do I prey to sanctify these grounds
upon thy sacred Earth?
I am bound before broken homes.