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Chapter 7: A New Beginning The finish-line!!! I won by just 0.6 of a second! But, it was a win. As I quote Vin Diesel, “It doesn’t matter whether you win by a mile or win by a meter. A win IS A WIN!” I told him this & he gave me this killer-look. “One-on-one. Marathon Sprint. Double or Nothing.” There was this desperation in his eyes for revenge, and, I said,”Ok! You’re on!”Chapter 7: A New Beginning5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The “Marathon Sprint” just to let you know, is the longest sprint ever created. It’s 6km long & has the toughest turns & violent traffic that you’ll ever find. In practice, the odds were always against me, because the last hair
300030007 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I wondered for a long time what I would actually do for my 3,000th page view. And as I wondered I reflected on the great place deviantART really is. I was going to post something I had written a long time ago; a time when depression had wound its way into every aspect of my life and as I re-read what I had once written, I realized I had changed. But how, how had I changed? What caused this sudden change? And part of me thought maybe it was because of Tony but then I realized no, I had changed before him. But how can I have changed when nothing drastic had happened. I didn't just wake up one morning and realized I had changed. And as I pondere
Mr. Sick - Chapter 8“To the man who has no aim.” It read along the side.Mr. Sick - Chapter 85 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Engraved into the silver handle. So I can feel it even when I'm not looking. So I could feel it at all times.
I ran my shaky fingers slowly through each word as I said them to myself.
“What an awful thing say...” I thought. How very fucked a gift she got for me.
I get off on it though.
I don't know why, but theres something in it I like.
You would think someone calling you terrible would make one angry. But it doesn't.
I adjust my top hat.
I spit on the road.
I twirl the gun.
Not because I think I'm tricky, but because it feels necessary.
I'd probably shoot my
Accidentally Intentional Pt 20 I could feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. Groaning, I rolled over under the warm covers, not wanting to get up just yet. Squinting, I glanced towards the window; it was still dark outside. My phone buzzed again. Yanking it out of my pocket, I closed my eyes again.Accidentally Intentional Pt 202 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello?" I slurred.
"Alisa?" a crackling voice questioned.
"Yeah, it's me," I furrowed my brow and sat up in bed. "Who is this?"
There was only a static that answered me.
"Hello? Hello!" I raised my voice. "Oof!"
I fell back as a pillow hit my face.
"Shut up."
Tesla. I had forgotten he was sleeping in the bed next to mine.
"Hello?" I repeated lowering my voice
JournalsDear Brill,Journals3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's been a while since I've written, now hasn't it? As you can see I have a new diary. ☺ I think I lost my old one. Either that or hid it so well even I can't find it now. Well, I'm just glad to know this one has a lock and key so no one will ever find these words. The girls at school already think I'm really weird. If they found out I was writing letters to my dead dog, they'd think I was insane.
Although you know me well enough, I feel as though I should make an introduction of sorts because I have a new journal now. Well, let's see. My name is Ginny, and I'm in the sixth grade. I try to write in my journal everyday.
Chapter OneTHE PASTUREChapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's almost over. I'm almost out. Just one more day . I had to keep telling myself this. Only one more day until Winter Break. That meant two whole weeks school-free. Yes.
I tapped my pencil on my hand rapidly, causing red marks. I chewed on my lip and looked at the kid next to me. He was fast asleep. He let out a little snore, finger twitching, and drooled on his desk. I glanced up at the clock. Only a few more minutes. I used this time to day dream about better days, years ago. Before I knew it, the bell had rung and students were filing out of the room. I went with the flow and just barely squeezed out the door.
Double D X ReaderJimmy and Sarah are 8. Jonny is 9. The Kankers are 13. Nazz and Kevin are 15. Rolf is 16.Double D X Reader1 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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You and your dad just moved to a place called Peach Creek a few days ago. Your father worked in the military so you moved every once in a while somewhere else. Your father wanted to move somewhere where kids lived so you could try to make friends before school started. You still had a few weeks before having to go to the new school. Plenty of time to make friends? Heck no! You were terribly shy and it took way longer than 2 or 3 weeks to make friends! Plus you’ve never had a real friend before so what the heck is your father getting at? He thinks you can just walk up to some stranger? I think not! Oh well, at least you don’t have to go outside all the time, you might actually risk talking to a stranger. And like you said before, you’re terribly shy.
You just wish your father would stop worrying about your social life and worry about his own for once! Ugh, oh well could be
11 MemoriesYou and I are:11 Memories4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wearing warring jerseys in an amusement park, fighting over patriotism, laughing and threatening to kill anyone who tells us the score, even your girlfriend, even though it’s her birthday. When Brazil ends up winning, you hug me, pressing your traitor bastard Brazil jersey up against the old US jersey you loaned me. You’ve outgrown it. Did you outgrow me?
Laughing about the same stupid things or at each other, as usual. Walking to every single class together because, somehow, they ended up identical and we spend every waking moment thinking identical thoughts and bickering lightly and knowing most of what the other
In inalt pentru cadereValul m-a macinat,transformandu-ma in nisip. Vantul m-a ridicat brutal de pe pamant si m-a impins inspre inalt, acolo unde oamenii par atata de mici... acolo unde unul fara ceilalti nici nu pare sa existe. De la acea inaltine nici nu se vedea locul gol lasat de mine, nu se manifesta lipsa mea, nu era nici o schimbare. Fara mine, ceilalti puteau trai. Eu nu insemnam nimic in neantul negru ce plutea vesnic pentru ca nu eram completa. Eram inchisa inca in acea forma de puzzle care trebuia sa se intregeasca impreuna cu jumatatea sa si nu aveam cum sa fiu una cu neantul pentru ca nu puteam fi pretutindeni. Ceea ce cautam lasasem acolo jos, undevaIn inalt pentru cadere4 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Writer's MemeHi, welcome to the Writer’s Meme! First, describe yourself in three-to-five words.Writer's Meme5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Zany, quirky, sweet, adorable, and loyal. That's my personality, not my writing.
Okay, good! Now how long have you been writing for?
Since I could hold a crayon. Writing for real? With a proper plot, etc? Only since I was about fourteen. So eight years.
There’s always the dreaded subject of “Writer’s Block”. What do you do to overcome it?
Stare at the empty page. Write something. Usually, once I get the empty page non-empty, I'm okay. If I'm stuck, I just go into more detail with what I've got. And, when worse comes to worse, I tal
plumb primavaratec'o noua primavara din visuri si pareri..plumb primavaratec5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
o noua primavara de vechile dureri...'
...spunea domnul bacovia,cu sufletul sau inghetat in plumb ornat frumos cu frunze violete.
primavara lui,rea si falsa, se identifica cu primavara sufletului tau,care nu cunoaste decat vesnica iarna.
sufletul tau poate trece drept un suflet nervos si pentru asta,nici macar nu e nevoie de procustizare.
sufletul tau nervos si zbuciumat.
creierul tau,sufletul tau.
creierul tau,pe care creste iarba proaspata si moale de nori pufosi.
in contrast,sufletul tau plumburiu,bacovian,diamant negru neslefuit,care rupe raze si le preschimba in mici sclipiri efemere.
zam
EternityAfter all the playing and teasing is over, she'll give you a look, and you'll know exactly what it means. It might last only a second or two, but you'll always remember it. It means that everything will be fine and that it is you who teases her. You will be reflected in her eyes and her will be reflected in your eyes for all the Eternity.Eternity6 years ago in General More Like This
Midmorning MeetingFreckles?Midmorning Meeting5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yes, please, why not? thinks Ellie.
Then freckles you shall have.
Ellie stops in her tracks when she sees her.
She is curved over a book of military history, which she wouldn’t read if given the choice. There’s a deliciously easy paperback fantasy in her book bag, nestled snugly between 96-page notebooks, which is begging to be read. Yes, it really is begging to be read… But she must exercise resolve. Her eyes ache from Artabazus and Anchialus, Thymondas son of Mentor and Outis son of Nobody and her fingers twitch. But she is choosing to be resilient, so military history it is. The ice tea helps a little.
Mytilene DreamingShe had no lake in which they could swim, so they reclined over the long bench in the arbour outside instead, sipping water from champagne flutes.Mytilene Dreaming5 years ago in General More Like This
She felt rather like she was in a Pierre Bonnard painting, languorous, dappled like a leaf by lazy afternoon sun yet cooled by the shade of the almond tree in blossom. She turned to her companion and smiled.
“Shall we fill the glasses with something stronger?”
All that could be found was lemonade. But she didn’t mind – she already felt drunk from the heady blossom-scent and the azure-afternoon air, the colour of the ripe cherries in the bowl before them and the sun-speckled
Broken FaithBroken Faith8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Broken Faith
We are the fallen ones with a broken wing, bound to seek for the other one who can help us fly in the heavens once more. Hug we will and raise again, for two wings can make us fly. And mine and yours will get us up, back in the eternal sky.
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What an idiotic thing to believe, is it not? What a fool I was when I wrote this words, when I lived in a world tinted with a pinkish hue. For we are not angels helping each other to fly... we are demons devouring and crashing each other's dreams to do what it is our nature to do, to survive.
Sometimes, we even fight with ourselves. Our heart battles against our mind. Good and evil cl
Dream within a DreamDream within a Dream9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dream within a Dream
Who doesn't have a worst nightmare? Who doesn't freeze at the mere rememberance of it? Many people do and I have no shame to admit that Im one of them. Yet, my nightmare is somehow different from the rest. Mine is replayed again and again every night. Everytime I close my eyes and dive in the vastness of dreams, I never wake up. Let me tell you about it. It may not be frightening but it is certainly horrible to experience.
You see... many people snore and even if I don't, I always make a noise when Im sleeping. I gasp for air, I pant...as if something were hindering me from breathing. And it is that sound of my gasps th
FriendshipFriendship...what IS friendship? A mere term to portray something abstract, something not tangible... but... is it so? A mere term? How can a mere term be so vital for all and everyone of us? Like the air we breath, the water that stifles our thirst, the warmth that shields us from the cold, the light that frights away demons and beast that dwell in the night...Friendship9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes... such a vital feeling...yet we have not said what it really is...The fact is that it cannot be defined by mere words...for they are not worthy enough. It is so grand and overwhelming yet so cozy and humble...so addictive yet so calming...Intoxicating yet so healthy...
I once u
Speakeasy"Applesauce! I can't get it flat in the back!"Speakeasy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I look up from lighting a cigarette to see Gabrielle running a hand through her short platinum hair, head turned to see her reflection in the mirror. I inhale the smoke through the ten-inch holder, then blow in her direction.
"Gabby, baby, it's the berries. Stop fussing over it." I chide.
"It won't lay flat!" she argues. She turns toward me, and leans against my dresser, crossing her arms over her short pale pink dress. She's pouting and I sigh. The outfit suits her. The color looks great with her skin, and her hair honestly looks fine, straight as a board. She's the cat's meow.
I nod
Doar randuriStiu ca poate suna ciudat ..dar ce mai faci?Doar randuri4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nu acum..nu ce mai faci pe langa faptul ca iti bei cafeaua..ci doar ce ..ce mai faci?
Ce faci atunci cand ninge?Atunci cand ploua?
Ce faci cand esti suparat?
De cine ti’e dor?
Spre cine privesti?
Cum..iti e fara mine?
Am trecut ieri Pe langa geamul tau..ai ceeasi perdea portocalie ce stii ca’mi place.Ciudat sau nu..nici n’ai mai spalat’..Te asigur ca se vede…Hilar, nu?Mai stii cat de nervoasa eram cand nu o aranjai calumea?Totdeauna te faceai ca nu ma auzi…dar ma auzeai..
Am vrut intr-o zi sa bat la usa ta..sa..imi dai cd`urile care le ascultam noptile si care
Make Believe [HS]It is a masterpiece.Make Believe [HS]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Four and thirteen. Six and twelve. Colors and symbols. Black and white, or black and red, or maybe even blue and red, depending on who you ask and what you're asking. Hate and love. Timelines twisting and warping back in on themselves, loose ends tying neatly together with every page. Ideas that curl out and back in, in and back out, always coming back to the center and locking neatly into place.
Everything has a place. Every last thing has a purpose for existing. You may not know what that purpose is yet, but the inevitability of it belonging somewhere is enough for you. You will know what it is and where it goes when
Coming Out 8th Grade YearComing Out2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Can I ask you something?"
My heart was pounding.
"Of course."
She was staring at me with all the love she held for me right there in the palm of my hand. I had the choice to destroy it or build it up. I didn't want to make the wrong choice so I worded my sentence carefully, trying not to step on toes that could be unseen in our conversation. I felt something clench on the inside of my chest, knowing this was my nerves bugging me. I was worried.
"Mum, I...I think I like girls."
Finally my confession was out but instead of relief I felt a strange tightening on my stomach and heart. This wasn't the feeling I was supposed t
Monologue2Do not hurl your honeyed lies at me, snake! Do not try to reason your way out of this, worm! Your so-called leader's smiles are as thin as paper and as transparent as glass. You justify your cause by setting up strawmen, never saying why it is right, only attacking the opposition. Is this what politics and debates have degraded to? It is sickening to see the citizens of nations rise up to follow them, then cry foul when something occurs not to their liking. Sheep, we are all sheep, doomed to die following eachother off a cliff. You believe your cause is right, yet you throw lies and hypocrisies.Monologue22 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Then there are the passives, the idealists. It
PokeRanger IoD Chapter 2Day 1 of ExplorationPokeRanger IoD Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
—Serentis Aquatis—
Where have I seen these before? Of course I've read the book but… the place—how did that place look familiar? I have no memory what so ever being there or anywhere near there. Something is up and I want to get to the bottom of it.
I headed back to the boat, patiently waiting for Alex and Andrew to return. I set my thoughts onto the blue and brown sphere that disappeared along with the wall. Why did it glow? Why is there some type of wall in the way? Why couldn't I have thought of going through it? I puzzled myself to keep the time going. Am I some kind of connection to the Hidden
Archangels chapter 1Chapter OneArchangels chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trinity
Emmanuel had never been a good man to depend on. And whenever he wasn't where he should have been, it was always Raylarn who was put in charge of getting him off his arse and shoving him through the right doors. Not that this came as much as much of a surprise to Raylarn. Out of all the gods designated as part of the high council, he was by far the scariest. It wasn't like he minded though. It was the one thing people actually respected him for, as strange as that sounded. It made him an extremely useful resource, and, more importantly, it was the trait that had earned him the highly enjoyable job of Emmanuel's personal
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