-RUDEDYET--RUDEDYET-12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Good morning Mary".
She is ambushed from the time she steps foot into the parking lot. She reminds herself to breathe.
(Don't talk to me.)
She nods and starts her inner coach. (Come on, you can do it.)
"Good morning Mary".
Her chest tightens. She reminds herself to breathe and exhales loudly. Her badge ruins her outfit and she hates it.
(Do we HAVE to talk?)
"Good morning Mary".
Her morning xanex begins to take effect. They knew better than to expect her to stop and chat. She grabs his Wall Street Journal and gets back on the elevator.
"Good morning Mary".
(Quit talking to me.)
The elevator seemed to make things worse. She stared at the floor.
"Good morning Mary".
Through the security door there is a thirty second path of freedom, where no one can see and no-one ever seems to pass by. She relishes a deep full breath. She turns the corner and glances through the glass wall. He is already here. Her body stiffens, her breath stops and her eyes avert straight
The Fall by xTheRavenxThe Fall by xTheRavenx12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I\'m looking, blinded; the truth beguiled
The suppressed screams:
My inner child
Who\'s pains are neatly
Packed and filed
Cries help to the world beyond
I\'m standing asking where to begin
Why I feel without
While I\'m within
Have I missed out
On love again;
Are all my chances gone?
All have fought, or at least tried
Some have triumphed,
Some have died
It can be ignored
But not denied
This feeling felt by all
The actions of victims of love\'s affliction
Can reflect a rapture
Beyond our depiction
Or reflect the pain
Of rejection\'s infliction;
The tragedy of the fall
This lie, it\'s scars, it\'s curse of death
Leaving it\'s victims
Draining them lifeless
Till nothing\'s left
This murderer in the night
Love is pointless; it isn\'t real
It murders those
Who cannot deal
But this contradicts
All that I feel
This statement\'s not quite right
Though the claims are echoed by those it\'s harmed
I find it different
I\'m not dejected;
In fact, I\'m charmed
I now awa
Lucid - A Harry Potter FanFicSeverus and Lily had paired up again in Potions. Professor Slughorn set the class to brew up a little something for each's partner at the beginning of the lesson around an hour and a half ago. The whole class rush out smelling of various burnt objects, mumbling as Professor Slughorn chuckles to himself as the bell rings.Lucid - A Harry Potter FanFic8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"D-don't you want to see what it is?" Severus asked, rather timidly. Lily laughed tinkily. The kind that made Severus blink and stop still for a moment.
"If it means that much to you," she replied in the voice she always reserved for when she teased Severus.
He just smiled and casually handed her the tiny glass phial he clutched in his hand, despite the eruption of emotions he felt bubbling beneath his surface as Lily spoke. He felt an electric spark on the skin that she touched to get the phial, the skin she deliberately touched.
She popped open the lid and looked inside. Severus imitated her. He let the strangely combined smell of fresh ink, wet cloth and Lily's hair
Redemption's Finality================= S P O I L E R W A R N I N G =================Redemption's Finality8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
DO NOT READ THIS FAN-FIC UNTIL YOU HAVE READ ALL 7 BOOKS OF HARRY POTTER. THIS WILL RUIN ONE OF THE ESSENTIAL PLOT POINTS IN DEATHLY HALLOWS! THIS CAME OUT OF ME QUICKLY AFTER I READ BOOK 7, SO I HAD TO POST IT.
AGAIN, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.
================= S P O I L E R W A R N I N G =================
Erotica Challenge - pwcaErotica Challenge - pwca13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hues low and guttural kiss her eyelids shut
Relief delves through her and she sighs pore deep
From you slipping inside her a whisper hushed
Excruciating thirst of the lioness
Preying upon the sky to lick whet
The juice of lime that drools within
Your icicle voice
Prickling up her skin
Turning her back/spine rigid
Legs twisting into steel-esque whimpers
You tease her.
Tell me what you want.
When sun-drenched moans escapes into
The sweet midday breeze oscillating
Around her head -whirling-
Back to you the imprint
Of her fingers steeped into your cotton flesh
Damp with lust
Pleading throat deep
From tear scarred eyes
Filled empty with reflections ceiling high
How your voice raked through her being
And your eyes closed to hear
Her last breathes caressing your ecstasy
Churning into shallow jewels
A mercurial incident
The staccato drop of her voice
Sends your senses spiraling
Deep into deafened delirium
Blood-thick lips gasp
Fulfillment through DepravityFulfillment through Depravity11 years ago in Horror More Like This
They call me crazy. I beg to differ. I'm sentenced to die only for their lack of understanding. So, here I sit day after day in this cold, lonely, dark jail-cell. Fed once daily, I'm slowly thinning away, still filled with the lust of my chosen delicacy and the hatred that was bred upon me. I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'll stay. No windows to the outside world are present to accompany me, only one diminutive hole near the top of the door shining in a small beam of light through from the prison corridor. I've grown somewhat accustomed to this new lifestyle of mine however bleak it may be in comparison to the stirring existence of my past.
I was born on August 13, 1974, putting me now at slightly over fifty years old. My mother unfortunately died during labor, leaving my single father to raise me alone. My unstable father was traumatized b
The Slytherin CommonroomIn some ways, going back to the Slytherin common-room after the holidays was like coming home for Severus. It was a cool little haven of shadow and there were plenty of out-of-the-way places in which to curl up with a book on dark magic, and plot hideous revenges on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.The Slytherin Commonroom8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
People there were interested in magic oh, they would still mock you for saying the wrong thing, or having an inferior blood-line and they would probably mock you with more persistence than an idiot Gryffindor knew how to command but no branch of magic was frowned upon here. The Slytherins understood that there was nothing intrinsically good or bad about magic, only the uses it was put to.
The common-room itself was dark and luxurious. It did not immediately look like the sort of room that would have been comfortable. The walls were cold stone (and usually rather damp), there were no windows, the ceiling was low and the floor uncarpeted, but capacious leather
Snape's anger"Sev?"Snape's anger8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus's swiftly wiped his tears on his sleeve and continued writing in his weathered Potions book. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a vivid red head poke from behind the large tree trunk. The rest of her body followed, deftly jumping from root to root. Severus's heart seemed to skip at every jump the red head took, but he resisted looking at her. He now felt the soft breath of the girl on his face, and smiled faintly. He looked up at her, the black curtain of hair parting around a sallow face, with dark eyes and a hooked nose. Severus wondered when he was alone, why Lily Evans was still his friend for he looked and felt so ugly... But as he looked into her bright green eyes, it didn't matter anymore. He never once felt ugly in her presence, and that made him smile wider.
"What's up Sev?" Lily asked, concerned. She now sat back on a root, pulling her knees up and holding them close to her chest.
"Nothing," replied Severus quietly, returning back to his Potions bo
A Parabola of YouA Parabola of You12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
There are no words.
Insistant scratching on hard boiled paper. Scribbles of wriggling and perfect symmetry over bubble blue lines. The clock tocks. I imagine Jack Simpleton running through the wires, jumping onto the hands to be fondled. He\'s ticking away again.
There are no words.
X to the eigth degree. Subtract 9x to the second. Add on a 15 coupled with another letter, end of the alphabet. Take away your lucky seven. You\'ll be left with nothing.
There are no words.
Everybody\'s head is bowed. Scribbling again as I follow along. Creasing the white with gray, smudged under the weight of my fingertip. Ever accusing. The wise one talks, a teacher\'s teacher pet, she flicks her hair, batting her eyelashes.
Show a little cleavage.
I take a secret pint of knowledge and wrap it in butter silk. Letting it melt on my tongue and boil in my brain. Always the quickest girl, they said.
P(x) should equal to positive negative 1, and 7; P(1) equals nothing. Multiply -1 to 1 and
CensorshipCensorshipCensorship13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Censorship really blows.
It strives to eliminate games like Grand Theft Auto.
The media needs to get a life
And focus more on what is right.
The FCC won't let Eminem be.
It's also a crime to watch MTV.
Sex is more feared than violence and such,
All to protect ourselves from what?
School dress codes are whack;
Certain outfits are said to distract.
Education is what our great country could use,
So that this issue can no longer confuse.
Popular shows, games, and music are there to entertain.
Shouldn't it be up to us to choose when to refrain?
HPDHs- Winter with the PrinceSeverus ran. Going faster than he ever thought possible. His breath forming large billowing clouds in the bitter December air, and he quickened his pace even more.HPDHs- Winter with the Prince8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
God, I hope shes still there! He whispered to himself, holding his expression in one of worried urgency. Severus tried to hurry, while trying as hard-if not harder-to not break his neck by sliping on the massive amounts of black ice, that had recently formed around the outside walkways of Hogwarts. Suddenly Severus came to a halt, in front of the stone bench, that resided just outside the entrance to Hogsmeade.
S-sorry! His breath came out in great wheezes now, and as he bent over-clutching a stitch in his side-Severus looked up, and gave a weak smile, hoping that she might return it, with one of the many that he adored so much.
I-itss s-s'ok. She answered through chattering teeth, trying best to smile, but failing miserably, due to the harsh, icy frost. Her whole body appeared
Just a Little ReminderThe room is hotJust a Little Reminder13 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's red and it's bloody
Your shirt is wet
Your shoes stained and muddy
Your wrists driven into
The wall with old tacks
You are still, kept in place
With nails sewn to your back
You cannot scream from shock
As your stomach's split open
As dead skin's on the ground
And the fetus is broken
A motionless heap
Attempting to heal
It's you or it's her
It's decisions that kill
You are just one more victim
Of emotions that strike
That pin you down twisted
With their poisonous bite
That leave you there sleeping
Where you cannot wake up
From this paralyzed nightmare
This nightmare called love
Just a little reminder
Don't fall while you're young
Don't ruin your life
Before it's begun
GBRGBR.GBR9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the silence,
In between the clash of tongues that don't match.
They never did,
Cwsmeriaid was never meant to meet customer.
They do here
And everywhere else that the signs speak twice,
Lost in translation,
From father to son.
It's the grey of the pavestones that aren't really grey.
They've felt the footsteps,
Of each word that teithwyr missed
But passengers heard.
Both wait on the platform,
Pretending that the other doesn't exist.
Re: The Future Of DeviantART?Re: The Future Of DeviantART?10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Okay, so there was a few people pointing out in my last article that although I was talking a lot, the words were pretty vacant and meaningless, because they had no action behind them. Put simply, although I was saying it with conviction, I wasn't saying it with a real solution, which is the ultimate aim here.
So, what is the point of this article you ask? Simply to offer solutions to those in higher places, and to ultimately try to affect some change around here, to make deviantART truly better for all of us. Be we members, subscribers, staff, or senior, we're all essentially the same thing: deviants. For those of us not clued in on what deviant actually means, let me display you the definition as drawn from HyperDictionary.com:
1. [n] a person whose behaviour deviates from what is acceptable especially in sexual behaviour
2. [adj] markedly different from an
Connect the StarsThe stars are thick tonight.Connect the Stars13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can see three galaxies deep--
the sky is like a three-dimensional child's game,
and I can't help but
Connect the dots from
Zigzag across midnight with me,
to the place where our azimuths meet.
Count the stars between us,
and draw a path to me
with a wishing fingertip...
sooner or later you will touch
the same one I'm wishing on.
Snape's tearsSeverus Snape walked across the school grounds, his brow furrowed in concentration. It was just after Potions, and Snape had found a concoction that had confused him. He now walked desperately to the lone tree to figure it out. About halfway there, Snape saw Lily. He felt a jolt in his stomach as he noticed how the light sunlight enhanced Lil's redness of her hair, and how it brought out those beautiful bright green eyes. They sparkled with determination as she looked at Snape. The young wizard raised his arm to wave at Lily when behind her came James Potter. Lily turned, a brilliant smile playing on her lips and she kissed James.Snape's tears8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snape looked at the pair for a moment, try to comprehend what had just happened. A moment later, anger boiled within him, curling his free hand into a fist of fury. He turned away from James and Lily and stalking to his tree, seething with rage. Laughter followed him there, but he didn't care. There was a more important issue that was plaguing Snape than curs
The Vinculus CharmThe fifth-year started and so, too, did the arguments. It was mainly due to the heady combination of pressure, Potter and puberty.The Vinculus Charm8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you like him?
Why are you going to the ball with him, then?
Lily unwillingly looked up from her book. They were sitting in the library, at a table next to a dusty, cob-webbed window that looked out over the lake. There were so many spiders skulking around the window-pane that the sunlight made spider-shaped patterns on their table. Lily had been running her fingers lovingly down the spine of one of her favourite library books, Sympathetic Magic.
Because Dumbledore asked me to, she said simply.
She smiled shyly. Because I'm a good student, and he thinks I'll make a good impression on Janus.
What exactly does 'making a good impression' on him entail?
Lily laughed. Nothing untoward. I'm just supposed to be a model representative of the schoo
Lawrence and his t.w.p.Lawrence loved his snug fitting, titanium white pants. They were, he supposed, the tightest, whitest pants in the town, perhaps even the world. The way they clung to the thin stalks of his legs, so close to his skin that his leg-hairs made bumps in the material, made him wish he had been born with bone white denim rather than shy pink tissue. He wore them constantly, no matter what the occasion. Family dinners, school balls, he had even worn them to his great Aunt's funeral. In fact, the only time he ever took his tight, white pants off (a complicated process involving a stanley knife and a surgeon's steady hand) was to coax another pair on. His legs lived for these moments; the unexpected rush of fresh air that released the stagnant monolayer of dry skin particles, globules of sweat and axed hair.Lawrence and his t.w.p.7 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a constant wonder to Lawrence that no-one else seemed similarly enamoured with his tight, white pants. Reactions to them ranged from hand-hidden giggles to cries of "Faggot!" and ever
Transparent SinTransparent Sin12 years ago in Open More Like This
Underneath a film of regret,
a delicate angel weeps.
Her wings attached,
her wings lost.
Lost over \"troubled waters,\" she says.
Drenched is my shoulder,
from the soft flow of tears,
that carefully fall down her hands.
Her hands, a map of destiny.
Every wrinkle shows the age
of time and experience
that dresses my mood.
And i feel her body shudder,
feel her quiet whimpers giving into the detriment
this world can\'t help but cause.
She\'s so innocent,
she\'s so beautiful,
but she\'s so miserable.
The trigger, she has already pulled,
the fear, she screams for..
it peirces my eyes.
Drains me of an untouched ego and,
Left on the tip of my tongue,
are words i\'d NEVER be able to admit.
I\'ve flown over troubled waters once,
and once I drowned in life.
Drowned in the pool of feelings,
not knowing how to breathe.
Not knowing that water can\'t kill you.
So silent i crept,
to the arms of a nightmare.
And we share, we share the same.
Baggage that never got checked,
The world\'s sympathy that has
A Deviant Night B4 ChristmasA Deviant Night B4 Christmas13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through DA
All the creatures were browsing, Even in the forums, they say ;
Deviant holiday spirit was hung on the banner with care,
In hopes that St. Fella soon would be there;
The Deviants were nestled in there galleries and threads,
While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads;
And Euphoria in her leathers, and I in my bunk,
Had just settled down for a long winter's drunk,
When off of the web there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bunk with a head aching hangover.
Away to the browser, I had a hunch,
Tore open a Heineken and threw up my lunch,.
The green started loading, In my monitor glow,
With the collective rectum now forming, look out below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should begin,
But laughing from a miniature green Deviant, and eight tiny admins,
With an alien driving the sleigh, so tiny and yella,
I knew in a moment it must be Jark and St. Fella
More rapid than PV's his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and sho
Drops of Mercurydrops of mercuryDrops of Mercury13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rise in your eyes
reflecting the slow burn
coursing through my veins
my love surrounds you
like an adoring moon
in an eternal orbit
and i can only imagine
the euphoria that i will feel
when we finally touch
words could not survive here
in this dark vacuum between us
they would only break this sweet tension
holding us together like Saturn's rings
the delicious taste of what is to come
lifts the corner of my mouth
in a shy smile tinged with smoky desire
and then you touch me.
and I pull you
Humiliation by rapidographHumiliation by rapidograph13 years ago in Humor More Like This
I stumbled half-asleep into the main office like I'd done hundreds of Mondays before, but was suddenly struck speechless by the adorable new receptionist behind the desk.
I choked on a mouthful of donut. She was a petite brunette with huge turquoise eyes and a natural peach blush to her round face. When she smiled, I swore a cloud of pixie dust swirled around the lobby. Glassy-eyed, I managed a "G-g-g-goo' morngh," or something that resembled a greeting and swallowed hard as I headed to my desk.
My buddy Tim came up to me and whispered hoarsely, "Dude! What do you think?"
"The new girl? Geeze, she's a knockout!"
"You gonna ask her out?" he asked.
"I would be a fool not to, but..."
"But what? She was checking your butt out. I saw it! She wants you man!"
I wiped donut crumbs off my chest and took a slurp of some cold coffee. "She does NOT want me you dork." I found my