Jeff x Reader - Rainy Memories, Chapter 5Chapter 5Jeff x Reader - Rainy Memories, Chapter 51 year ago in Romance More Like This
Jeff was getting really heavy to carry.
"Unngh..." I struggled as I tried to position him properly against my shoulder. I had been supporting him and walking for merely three minutes, yet the freezing rain and his weight made it feel more than an eternity.
I knew we were almost at Carrie's place, it was just a few more houses...a few more...I needed to catch my breath, damn.
I stopped and squatted down, letting Jeff lie on my back. Thankfully there was no one around, or they'd be staring like crazy. I raised a sleeve to wipe my forehead.
A bit more, a bit more to go...I had to pick up my pace for Jeff, he was getting all cold in the downpour, not to mention that he was losing blood as well.
Trying to get him off my back resulted in him lying on the ground.
Not until I grabbed him by the armpits and pulled with all my strength did he JUST come up to a kneeling position.
The logical thing to do now, was to hug him.
After that, stand up, pull him upwar
How to get famous through UTAUThis is a text about the UTAU fandom.. and basically how to get famous with UTAU.How to get famous through UTAU4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I'm writing this because I'm tired of people neglecting VERY good UTAUs just because they don't have the greatest art in the world.
I'm also writing this because I think we need to pay attention to all the UTAU users, and not just the ones who happen to draw well. When you see someone struggling with UTAU, don't just walk away because of their artwork - be nice and help them. We're a big family here!
So lately there's been a lot of new UTAUs popping up, and I can't not notice that people have been popping up as "new, famous" users as well. The problem for me is.. the UTAUs with the greatest artwork become famous, whilst the UTAUs with "regular" art or art that "does not look as good" are being neglected! I really don't think that's fair.
If we all start out with our UTAUs, some piece of artwork and then a song which we upload to YouTube, then why aren't we all famous? A lot of people like UTAUs
The Goblin King's Daughter-17The Goblin King's DaughterThe Goblin King's Daughter-174 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A slender hand grabbed the collar of his armor and he snarled as he was pulled around. Finding himself facing Sarah, he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the blood thirty feelings racing through him. He never saw Sarah put the shield around them, but when he opened his eyes, he found them safe inside an iridescent bubble. She was panting from exertion, as was he, and for a long moment they simply stared at each other.
Finally, she spoke, her voice slightly husky. "Jareth, when this is all over, you owe me big time," she managed her words between deep breaths.
He lowered his eyes, casting his gaze away from her. They were safe for the moment, shielded by the woman he loved. A woman he was terrified was going to tell him that after this was over, she would go home, would leave him. He took a deep breath and released it.
If you love each other, why can't you trus
If You Went AwayIf You Went Away2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
if you went
no one left
Was It All A DreamWas It All A DreamWas It All A Dream7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you keep me so confused?
Why do you like playing these games with my mind?
Can't you see how much I care?
Don't you know how badly I want you in my life?
How much I need you?
Or has it been all just been pretend for you?
Your words hurt me so much today;
They tore right through my heart,
Leaving my gasping for air,
And you didn't even realize it...
Or maybe you did and just didn't care.
I opened up a heart that I had sheltered for so long,
Gave of myself wholly to you, all barriers totally gone...
Told you things I have never shared with another,
Bared my soul to one whom I though I could trust,
Just to have you tear it apart.
I tried really hard to get you to see,
How much you truly mean to me,
How you have engraved yourself in my heart,
How I have needed you from the very start.
The poems I have written have always been for you...
Each sentence, every word were always sincere.
It came from a place that has been waiting for someone special,
Wishing and hoping
Of Cupid and Psyche-EpilogueAN: Alas, but here is the very ending of this story. It's been a fun ride, and thanks for all the support from everyone. I'll do my big shoutout at the ending. Although, to make sure everyone (hopefully) knows how greatly I appreciate how supportive everyone has been, I'll say this now:Of Cupid and Psyche-Epilogue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thanks to everyone for sticking with this story, and reading it for so long. It wouldn't have gone nearly so well without the suggestions and encouragement (and often Morgaine bashing) that everyone gave. Thank you all so much.
Disclaimer: Labyrinth is the intellectual property of the Jim Henson Company.
Of Cupid and Psyche
Needless to say, the wedding of the Goblin King to his Queen, followed by her coronation, was a busy affair, both in planning and in execution. They went ahead and had a ceremony in Avalon, since her family was already there.
Dragon's LoveDragon's Love5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why didn't I kill it? I'll admit, you're right: it was an easy kill. Scrawny, hardly any muscle, no weapons to speak of, and too cowardly to kill me. I could have snapped its neck like a twig. Almost did, too. But I didn't.
I should have. It tore off my tail fin, which hurt quite a bit I should mention. I could hardly fly. Even as I tried to escape that cove, I knew I'd never fly again; you know how it is. Our wings are everything. Hello, wolves? Panthers? Vikings? Other dragons? Dead Night Fury walking! Free meal, come and get it!
Then it came back. No, not that! The Viking boy! It wouldn't leave me the hell alone. It started feeding me and it fixed my tail. It kept me alive. Which was very strange. This was a new method I'd never heard of:
This lie I liveYou know that girl who's always smiling, always laughingThis lie I live3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The girl that you love, the girl you call crazy
Did you know that inside she's dying, crying
Did you know that she's been living, is living a lie
Did you know she's struggling just to get by
Did you know all she's hiding, hiding inside
Did you know that she feels invisible, it's like she died
Did you know that she doesn't know what to do
Did you know, did you know, did you know, did you
Know that girl
This lie I live is so complex, so complicated
The pain I feel, never be compensated
This lie I live runs deep through my every vein
And I'm struggling, struggling, just to stay sane
This lie I live I can't control
This lie I live, is my only world
This lie I live you'll never understand
This lie I'll live, I'm just waiting for someone to offer me a hand
This lie I live I want to die
This lie I live just want to cry
This lie I live I can't stand the pain
This lie I live it's every where, it's in the rain
This lie I live no on
The ErrandA soft summer breeze blew across the city, bringing with it the sounds and smells of an average day. Alone on a bridge over a calm river stood a man. Arik leaned against the rusted railing and stared off into the distance as cars passed behind him. A woman walked past him on the bike lane, talking loudly into her cell phone about her car insurance bill. Arik didn't even hear her. He was too lost in his own thoughts. Memories replayed before him, increasing the pain in his heart. He vividly remembered the events of nearly three weeks before as a lump grew in his throat.The Errand3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leo had come back to their apartment looking rather upset. His neat chocolate-brown hair had been disheveled, his chestnut eyes piercing.
"Where were you the other night?" he demanded.
Arik was taken aback. "I told you I was running an errand," he replied calmly. "I had told you the day before that I had something to do."
Leo wasn't looking any more relaxed. "What were you doing?"
"I can't tell you yet."
EspinasCada vez que me pongo a pensar en lo que hice me siento... mal. Mis manos empiezan a temblar, y mi mirada se nubla poco a poco. Supongo que es el efecto del remordimiento, o quizás es mi mente tratando de asustarme; son emociones fuertes que, incluso a esta edad, no puedo soportar. Siempre intenté mostrarme fuerte, pero no pude. Mi cuerpo era más que suficiente, eso sí, pero mis ganas de seguir luchando siempre disminuían, siempre eran destruidas por alguien cuyas inseguridades, odios e inestabilidad mental eran mayores. Siempre me molestó, pero no hice nada al respecto por... ¿veinte años? Perdí la cuenta de tantas veces que sufrí abusos por parte de todos a mi alrededor. Empecé a temblar hace rato, pero esta vez no me importa tanto; supongo que me siento mejor relatándolo que haciendo memoria. En todo caso, querido diario, debo confesarte todo lo que hice. Si bien no es algo de lo que me sienta orgullEspinas2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reclist Abridgeda e i o u nReclist Abridged2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
ba be bi bo bu
da de di do du
fa fe fi fo fu
ga ge gi go gu
ha he hi ho hu
ja je ji jo ju
ka ke ki ko ku
la le li lo lu
ma me mi mo mu
na ne ni no nu
pa pe pi po pu
ra re ri ro ru
sa se si so su
ta te ti to tu
va ve vi vo vu
wa we wi wo wu
ya ye yi yo yu
za ze zi zo zu
bya bye byo byu
cha che chi cho chu
fya fye fyo fyu
gya gye gyo gyu
hya hye hyo hyu
kya kye kyo kyu
mya mye myo myu
nya nye nyo nyu
pya pye pyo pyu
rya rye ryo ryu
sha she shi sho shu
tsa tse tsi tso tsu
zua zue zui zuo
Espinas de BrugmansiaEl destino de aquellas personas que hicieron de mi vida miserable ha variado. No solo el método, sino que además el grado de crueldad aplicado. A algunas les hice pagar por días, manteniéndolos encerrados hasta que su cordura se desvaneció entre gritos y golpes de miseria; a otros decidí exterminarlos con rapidez, pues el castigo anterior era más un honor otorgado a los que me golpearon constantemente. El salón rojo en el que escribo esto está lleno de cuerpos fétidos, todos en descomposición. La sangre también huele mal, y no creo poder reconocer los rostros de todos, ya que en mis ataques de ira decidí arrancárselos a golpes. Para una delicada flor como la rosa esto es un acto muy vil, pero con el tiempo aprendí que hay que tener veneno. Las doncellas más hermosas no deben doblegarse ante la voluntad de los demás, cuyas acciones están llenas de odio por el mundo, la sociedad, lo que los rodea. En cambio, una dama, o bien, todos debemos saber mantener nuestro puesto con dignidad. LastEspinas de Brugmansia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
stefanshe stood on your dockstefan3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in black pearls,
and nothing more -
and the asian dream.
you loved her
when the snow fell
on the dock,
the following winter
Inferno's Touch -0-PrologueInferno's Touch -0-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are putting yourself in danger."
A metal door screeched in strain as a slim-fingered hand pushed it open. Sunlight streamed through the fluffy white clouds as a human form stepped onto the roof. The young woman walked forward, remnants of snowy patches crunching beneath her grey and purple sneakers. Squinting at the light, she moved to a nearby ladder and clung to it. Chills raked her body, igniting where her skin met the frosty metal.
Arriving at the top of the small overhang, the woman kneeled at the edge; the undisturbed snow clung to her jeans. Crisp winter air nipped at her cheeks and fingertips, furthering the cold that plagued her. Her soft breaths became water particles in the air and her thin spring jacket did little to protect her from winter's remnants.
"Ann, you know what will happen if you continue."
Ann unfurled her fingers from the large bag she held in her left hand and set it on the cement platform. She unzipped it and pulled the contents ou
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هنــآكـ أُنـــآس .. مهــمآ كنــتـ أتخــيّــل حــجم حزنــي ..
"على فرآقهــمـ .. " لأن وصلــهم أمرّ وأصعــب ..
إلى أنـنــي اكتشــفتـ أنني لم أعرفــ طعم السعآدهـ وجمآل الحيــآ
without glass slippersCarson knew too well that when Vee stepped in and out of depression, she stumbled. Prozac alone could not break her fall. It put her in a delirium that left her groggy-eyed, yawning. When she went to nap it off, her sadness seeped through her dreams in whimpers and tearless crying. He had to dance her through it. The record player was always prepared, needle set to skip to songs that coughed up attic dust as they whined. Both of them wore their pajamas; they drew the curtains to a slight part and let the sun or the darkness stand witness, which ever was out there when their feet began. He took her hand and told her to watch her step, not for the sake of elegance but for what the waltz represented as a remedy. Although Vee frequently went barefoot or in sole-worn socks, Carson feared that he would look down at her feet and find glass slippers with fault lines etched across her toes. Their embrace would loosen, each step growing more reluctant than the last. Finally, the music would stopwithout glass slippers3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Good Critic's GuideThe Good Critic's Guide:The Good Critic's Guide2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I have noticed that many critics on DA tend to leave rather harsh and sometimes subjective critiques on the pages of the artists being critiqued. Their rationale for doing so is based on the concept that 'we shouldn't molly-coddle each other and instead "tell it like it is"'. However this type of critique reflects poorly on one who is critiquing as opposed to the one who is being critiqued and I will explain why throughout the course of this guide. In essence I hope to use this resource as a way of teaching potential critics how to properly focus their abilities and direct their critiques in a manner that will allow them to be rated as a good critic.
Note: Before reading on, take note that this guide is only for literary works as I have no experience judging visual art and therefore cannot create a rating scale for those.
II. The Purpose of a Critique:
The first question that we must ask ourselves is this: "Why does an individu
A Twilight PoemTwilight and suckage go hand in handA Twilight Poem5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like a drunk and his hideous wife
I've been trapped in choir with some of its fans
And I think I've been scarred for life.
They giggled and squealed like chimpanzees
Which only made practicing harder
A part of me died with every squee
And I think that the chimps would be smarter
So I waited until the end of the year
The teacher was truly a jerk
So I told him that I'm never coming back here
It simply is not going to work.
But, alas, my escape was too good to be true
As I quickly and painfully found
For just when I thought that the torture was through
The Book Challenges came around.
I started with romance, my Kryptonite
As the genre of one lucky book
But then it occurred to me later that night
I only had one place to look.
So I went to the basement and carefully took
A book that belonged to my mom
The same that the fangirls revered with amazement
Insisting that it was the bomb.
The book that I chose was Twilight, my friend
And by some irreversible fl
Silencio"¡Pero no dije nada!"Silencio2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Awake For The SunriseI despise every solemn sunrise spent without you,Awake For The Sunrise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pink flesh of sunburned skies peeling away
and resting in my bloodshot eyes that say
I will cry before it rains and the sun
will always be more bright than our future.
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try,
because the moon loves the stars enough
to be with them at least once a day.
The way rain clouds ploughed their way
into yesterday and tomorrow reminds me
of the time I asked why you were crying
and you told me "Today won't last forever."
So my heart broke
like it had no other options;
a water-filled jar being frozen
and there just wasn't enough space
left in my chest for air.
Where Cats Go.I'm the girl who inhaled the world.Where Cats Go.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lucid dreaming backwards, kicking rocks
Skipping rocks, stacking boulders
Building the earth's womb,
I planted dreams.
The pyramids; triangle hips, sleep apnea; her postmortem floods and quakes
Nine months later,
I placed pennies over her eyes, Inhaled. Exhaled-
And heaved out mounds of soil, wet vines,
Some dark, cavernous underground.
My ribs choked and packed Creation. My temper split Pangaea
And by Sunday I had left Earth to live with the Cats.