Because of him, she died.He thought he could save the world, but at the cost of her life. He regrets it. He could no longer see her smile or hear her laugh or watch her dance. The tears ran down his face, never stopping. "I didn't know. I'm sorry, I didn't know." He choked back a sob. The tears didn't, couldn't, stop. He bowed to the earth, hands on the ground. He pleaded with every force he could think of to bring her back, but every one said, "I'm sorry, it can't be done." His screams echoed through the empty town. The tears still coming down. With a crackle of thunder, the rain came in mourning for her. She left in a blaze of glory. She died in hopes of seeing him again, and now he cradled her dead body against his chest. Whispering to her, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,..." In the soaking rain, he carried her to their home. He sat on the front porch in one the the few rocking chairs and held her. He brushed her wet hair out of her face and closed her eyes. He looked out in the pouring rain and knew. BecBecause of him, she died.16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Hinata's challengeOut of the Hidden Leave Village, A certain Kunoichi was training in the middle of the forest. The Kunoichi just broke down a tree. Dust was everywhere as the kunoichi was breathing in and out, standing in a stance. As the dust began to fade, the kunoichi was revealed. It was the White-Eyed Princess aka Hinata Hyuga. It looks like she was training while she was using the Byakugan. "I can't give up." Hinata said in her head. "I have to keep training. I have to get stronger!" Hinata continued. She then used her byakugan and attacked a tree and used the Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms to knock down probably 5 trees with that move. She then turned off her byakugan and let out a sigh. "Good job, Hinata!" someone said. Hinata jumped and looked around, scared. "H-Hello? I-Is anyone there?" Hinata asked. A figure jumped from a tree and to the floor. Hinata saw the figure and walked slowly backwards and fell. The figure stood in sunlight and Hinata saw who it was. It was Sensei, Kurenai Yuhi. "HHinata's challenge15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
A Short Story(A/N: This is just a short story that I created. Well, I was bored. So this may be badly written or something.)A Short Story3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
A girl lay on the grass across from her house, talking to herself while pointing at the clouds.
She suddenly sat up, her face held a deep frown. The sky was darkening, she knew what that meant. She got up and quickly ran inside, closing the door behind her and locking it tight. She walked to the kitchen, stomach grumbling at the scent of the food that awaited..
But wait! Something was wrong, her feelings weren't right. She walked to one of the counters, grabbing a knife. She was being cautious of her surroundings, she was ready to fight. A boom of thunder erupted from outside, shocking the girl and dropping the knife. The lights flickered on and off, the girl wished it would stop.
She fell down on her knees, shouting "Make it stop, make it stop please!"
The girl awoke with a light gasp. IT was just a dream, thank heavens for that. She glanced at the clock, seeing the time. Sh
The Best Singers/Bands In The World (In No Order)Melanie MartinezR5Neon JungleCimorelliThe SaturdaysKaty BNia SiouxDemi LovatoBars and MelodyRita OraShane HarteBecky GJasmine ThompsonJessie JEric SaadeAlexander RybakLittle MixMarkus FeehilyMax SchneiderBirdyAndreya TrianaFall Out BoyNathan SykesZara LarssonMegan NicoleQuvenzhané WallisThe Best Singers/Bands In The World (In No Order)1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Comment if you recognise anybody, or you think I missed anyone (I probably missed a lot!).
I HAVE BEEN THEREI HAVE BEEN THEREI HAVE BEEN THERE2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
I just stood there before him, not knowing what to say. I could tell the last few years had taken their toll on him, it was written upon his face. When I looked into his eyes, they told a story of hurt and misunderstanding. Tears welled up and began streaming down his face. Twelve years of dying inside, twelve years removed from happiness. I thought to myself, what could bring a man to weep like that... I had so many questions for him, but he had no answers, he remained silent as his chin quivered and more tears fell from his face. I didn't feel sorry for him, he didn't seem like the type of person who wanted that; but I did empathize with him. I told him that I knew most people couldn't relate or even understand, but I did. "I have been there." I said to him. I know that kind of pain, I know that sometimes giving up seems like the only option and I know that life isn't always fair and just. I hated to leave him there, but I lowered my head and stepped away from the m
cksmith's Thoughts: Sailor Moon Dub HateThe name's cksquire2003 or better know as cksmith08 on YouTube, Vine, Parachute and Twitter. It has been years since I started using Deviantart again and it's because I was busy with Work, Home and amongst other things. But now that I have the free time at this point, I can now finally address something that I wanted to get off my chest before Thanksgiving Break. Not just for me but for those who are Going on Thanksgiving Vacation to spend time with Friends and Families.cksmith's Thoughts: Sailor Moon Dub Hate1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
What's this subject? Well It's nothing bad but something that I have been hearing about on and on and on and on and if I keep this up I might get a bottle of Aleve or Advil. But anyways...
The subject at hand is Sailor Moon English Dub or English Adaptation.
I wanted to post it on YouTube but I figured why discuss something on a social media Site like YouTube when can just express it in writing?
Now for those of you who grew up in the 80s ad 90s like I have (Hell I was born in 1973 for cryin' out loud) Ther
Freedom Will Walk My SoulThe gate of freedom of my soul can only be gained with sweet determination of living. The tests of life always there among the cold stone walls that surrounds me. The gate closed, reminding me that my life is still trudging through these tight walls.Freedom Will Walk My Soul1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
I only know when the gate becomes open, is when I'm finally free of this torment. The life can finally allow me to know that my soul is fully free to roam without limitations. It would this time would I feel the fullness of freedom from this nightmare. A dream of freedom while trapped in a nightmare.
Sounds of freedom echo around me, I can hear the gate rising to allow me to my freedom, the freedom for my soul. Banners waving gently in the breeze, the freedom is only a step away from me; heavens above I never felt so free!
Never again will I be trapped, I'm forever free.
Tickling my Friend JoshI was hanging out with my friend Josh, he's 14 years old and wears a size 6 shoe. He always wore sandals with socks. I never understood why. But anyway, today I was eating while he played video games. He had his feet on the table and as his mother walked by she told him to remove his sandals off the table. So he quickly kicked them off and kept playing. But as he played he kept one foot on the table and placed the other foot on top of his leg facing me. And I saw a large hole in the heel of his sock revealing his smooth bare foot. I then got an urge to tickle his foot but decided to wait for the right moment.Tickling my Friend Josh2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
As Josh's mother walked by again and saw the hole in his sock as well, she made a comment about him throwing the socks away. He somewhat ignored her, but I chose to help.
"ill give you some incentive to throw the socks away!" I commented.
I pulled his foot into my lap and trapped it underneath my leg. Josh was so tied up in his game that he didn’t even pay much attenti
The Pakistan Experience-Journey over 1963My father went over first. He had to do at least one year single before he could bring over family. My little brother was the issue. We had a list of vaccinations we had to have before going over there to live. To even begin the process my brother had to be one year old to get the shots for nearly every known disease to mankind.The Pakistan Experience-Journey over 19633 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
So his shots were cut into thirds, shots like Yellow Fever, Small Pox, Typhoid, Hepatitis, and more I don't even remember.
My favorite however was the Small Pox. Most all folks my age have this little scar on one arm. Proof positive you were vaccinated.
I am unique......I don't have one.
Try and try as they might the vaccination never took. I never developed the scab which results in the scar. A natural immunity to the disease which at the time was very bad in undeveloped parts of the world back in the early 60's.
This situation required me to get a final attempt from the World Health Organization of the UN. Of course nothing happened so I was issued a letter p
Truck hitMy neck snapped with a jolt as adrenaline flooded throughout my body, every vein, and every beating cell that stuck to the walls of every thumping organ. Fear clouded over my eyes and blocked my mind from functioning among the situation. My arms that pulsated and throbbed in beat with my quick heart flung themselves over my jumping body. Which was squirming out of instinct from my mother’s growling.Truck hit2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
How many times have you blacked out, for either a split second or long period of time? How many times have you seen your life flash before you solid eyes and shrunken pupils? Among both It’s a sudden realization of fear, discomfort, distress, longing, something that makes you cringe from the sudden thought or process. Rarely, these body stopping activities happen to anyone. That is, unless you’re me, who gets them every hour of the day no matter what I’m doing. It snaps me awake and clogs my mind from thinking clearly, making my skull, muscles, and skin tissue expand
Lights! Camera! Action Shot! 1- Nightmare Moon ArcLights! Camera! Action Shot! 1- Nightmare Moon Arc2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
LIGHTS. CAMERA. ACTION SHOT!!
Hi! Action Shot here!
So, due to losing the ability to make videos and record stuff properly, I've moved my analysis here! For those who don't know, I'm Action Shot! The admin here created me and lets me analyze My Little Pony episodes!
Let's get to it!
You see, I want to do my favorite arc: the Nightmare Moon arc!
”Boo!!! GET OFF THE STAGE!”
Uh… now, no need to get angry! I will tell you why I like the arc.
I have to agree that it sucked. The plot moved too quickly and some of the element tests were… dumb. Especially AJ’s. It didn't show her honesty at all.
I guess we should get into the framework of the episode…
We start off with Twilight being the introvert she is. She takes joy in being alone. Unfortunately, the show paints that out to be bad, and it sort of is. She is neglecting her friends and just studies. That seems more antisocial than anything.
Anyways, she is desperate to
The Essence Of Crystal Azimuth - Chapter SevenThe Essence Of Crystal Azimuth - Chapter Seven1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Chapter Seven: The Chamber.
Wandering around the city’s ruins for a short time made Crystal uneasy, as the Lombaxes got deeper and closer to the center of the ruins the structures around them become more eroded. In her mind it felt like something explosive was set off within the city and only the leader of the Dark Ones was sick enough to perform a thing like that. They came to a wide open area of the city the buildings looked as if they circled around creating some illusion, the Lombax silently continued to walk to the rendezvous point.
Crystal followed behind and kept pace with the other Lombax, she then curiously gazed to the sky and a mysterious object caught her eyes. She stopped to stare at it and tried to figure out what it was, the object was round like a sphere and the distance from the planet resembled like a moon. It was dark and reddish to its appearance what made Crystal very confused was that it cast no shadow as it was in the sun’s path. Ratchet turned his he
EQG X Doctor WhoCinch: After all these years, the one chance to best Canterlot High. And it's-EQG X Doctor Who2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Voice (12th Doctor): No one's fault but your own.
Cinch (Turns to see the Doctor standing in her doorway): Who are yo-
Doctor: (Pulls out his Psychic Paper) Doctor John Smith. Paranormal Investigation. I'm here to retrieve the device.
Cinch: What device? (Tries to put the Magic Capture Device in her drawer)
Doctor: (Grabs the device just as she puts her hand on it) This one.
Cinch: That's school property!
Doctor: No. Technically it's student property but now it's U.N.I.T. property.
Cinch: If you don't give that back, I'll report you to the nearest authority.
Doctor: Then go ahead! Report that a Scottish man from a department of paranormal investigation confiscated a device that absorbed 'magic' and transformed one of your former students into a monster! Report that he did this because a device like this, (waves the MCD in front of her) has too much power to be kept in the hands of Pudding brains who have lit
#53, 54 Sex Entry 10/1/2015 (XM)10/1/2015#53, 54 Sex Entry 10/1/2015 (XM)2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
I had been wanting to hang out just as friends for a while. After being with someone else I wanted to be with him again; the one I had been with for the past 2 years.
The night before I had planned to make a move.
Once I got to his house I went to his room. The baby was awake and we sat shortly, watching TV. I grabbed his groin and rubbed his penis through his clothes. He looked confused as we had agreed to stop the sexual part of our friendship.
I continued to rub while stopping as needed to pay attention to the child. When she was distracted I climbed over him as he was sitting up and sat on him, both of us fully clothed. He pressed his face to my chest as I rubbed on him. He said he didn’t think we would be doing this again. I agreed, unsure exactly why he didn’t think it would happen again. We stopped shortly as I continued to make advances from next to him. We cuddled for a bit until he moved.
On his back I leaned over him and pulled his dick from his pants.
Freeze's Journal I've lost much, my sister, my role model, my home. I nearly lost my pride and my pack but I fought, I fought until I was nearly dead..But my brother saved me, my brother inside me, he saved me. Allot of us have siblings inside of us, Amai had Silver and her pup Allen had Neah. But no one knows about my brother Ryett, though he saved my life. I've gained things though, I gained a mate, a new home, a family in my pack and the position of Alpha. I am happy where I am with a loving but fierce mate, two pack pups and a stable pack.Freeze's Journal1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
But I can sense bad times coming.
There is a neighboring pack that is much bigger than my meager pack of ten, and we have plenty of territory for ourselves. I fear they will soon try to take some of that territory and I feel some of my pack mates won't go easy. There is another threat that is unknown, but he is insane and wild, and he is no wolf. His laugh is a chilling signal of our near impending doom and I am afra
Two Pairs of Wings“I'm home.”Two Pairs of Wings3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
The voice entered the room as the door to a small apartment creaked open, revealing a young woman, looking to be in her 20s, with bright, long red hair. She had piercing brown eyes, a matured face, and an attractive form, yet she seemed very tired. She had a look in her eyes that told the world 'I just want to collapse on the couch'. She was wearing an employee outfit for the restaurant she worked for, as a waitress.
The apartment was quite small, being both neat and also a bit dirty. It was nothing to really remark about, as it didn't leave much of an impression. On the couch was a young man with glasses and short white hair, also looking to be in his 20s. He, just like the woman, had a face showing maturity, but his eyes were calculating. He had a slender form with a plain white shirt and black pants, but when he wore it, it looked quite classy. In his hands was a book, a book that the woman did not care about. 'It's probably pretentious nonsense or some crap
Excerpt from untitled mystery thriller novelThere is a sound to a burning cigarette only an alcoholic is familiar with. It is the nearly-silent cry of dried tobacco leaves igniting. A faint crackling that is heard the moment air is pulled through the tar-infused stick, flashing bright orange, like an obnoxious warning signal, before the body is flooded with a toxic zephyr of smoke.Excerpt from untitled mystery thriller novel2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
There are definitely more warning labels to cigarettes, past what the Surgeon General requires on a box. Drinkers love their cigarettes, though; the two vices have formed a symbiotic relationship.
The kindling sound of the drag vibrated through Emmett’s skull and he settled back into his office chair, loosening his tie, and fixating on the whiteboard in front of him. He wasn't focused on the words any longer, not at this point. His eyes had become accustomed to looking at the white square of dull blue ink smears and pictures. It was now habit.
He was worn out from weeks of staring at the messily scribbled notes, trying to connect them like a chi
Dreams:: Bad FoodA dream that could be classified as a sub-nightmare just happened recently.Dreams:: Bad Food4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
I was sitting next to some of my classmates at a metal lunch table, set in a large metal room. This wasn't a lunch place I was familiar with, everything was metal except for our cutlery and plates that we used for our food. I remember the table I sat at was the second table, two other tables were behind us, and one table was in front of us, while four tables set up the same way were next to us and the tables behind us and in front of us. In between the last row of tables behind us were a path to the bathrooms, I remember, but you'd have to walk quite a bit for you to get there. From where I sat, I could see the entrance hallway to the unfamiliar metal lunch room. I was surrounded with my class and others I knew from my current, and previous school. It was all incredibly cramped in, far too cramped for my comfort.
The food we ate was no gourmet, but I was able to eat quietly while the rest of the people. It was
Assassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 19You hit me, now I don’t need to hold back, lets end this here and now, human, ARGH!” I she leaped at me with her claws poised to strike, I couldn’t move, my energy was gone, I closed my eyes and waited for the end, the wait was agonizing, I opened my eyes, they were laughing, all 3 of them, the other 2 had even changed forms to Anthros, the smaller one was male, he had a pair of jeans with chains around his legs with a T-shirt on and backpack, his main was short compared to his comrades, the other one was a girl as well, she had a light red tank top with skull printed on it in black and blood red, she had blue camo jeans with tightly wound bandages around her arms and paws, the one who about to fight me stepped forwards” you’re alright kid, just don’t try and get my heart rate up, not a good thing” she turned around and walked to Eliot, I ran over to him first and blocked her” don’t even” she blinked a few times and then laughAssassination Classroom Ryu Chapter 191 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
MMD request:C sing 1 Charon (fra-eng CEVIO)Forget ALL of my ancient request: I want a brand new model, finally.MMD request:C sing 1 Charon (fra-eng CEVIO)3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
mains colors: grey, light grey,sky blue (you can add some)
fusturistic and simplist style
Luminous materials on pants (stripes if you want),shirts, and/or sleeves
No headset, I add this manually
White skin, like default mmd models
Brown/dark/grey hair, it's you choice
Random eye color (no red, no pink)
That's all, thank you "d'avance", like we say in France!
Humans of New YorkThey call it the city that never sleeps—it's true, you know.Humans of New York3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Sarah and I stretched our tired legs after spending ten hours lulled by the gentle rocking of the rail car—jostled awake just before sleep took us, every time. We emerged from the mechanical echoes of Penn Station and were greeted by the vibrant city streets. It was past one, but the air was alive with traffic, neon reflecting off of the wet pavement, and indistinct porch-step conversations. A cool, after-rain breeze blew Sarah's hair across her face as we both looked upwards in awe of the buildings towering above.
After a good night's rest, we spent the next few days walking the New York streets under clear summer skies. Times Square, MOMA, all the tourist spots. My favorite was the observation deck of Rockefeller Center. There's something inspiring about seeing the city from above, watching cars pump through avenues and one-way streets like blood in steel and concrete veins. Sarah fell in love with Central Park.