-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
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
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
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
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
Just a Little ReminderThe room is hotJust a Little Reminder12 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
hollow -- D.H. SpoilersSeverus Snape strode down the Great Hall as the last students filed out to their respective dormitories. The Sorting, the Feast, and the Headmasters speech all were passed, and all that remained was for the regular meeting and greeting expected on the first of September: Another year had begun at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.hollow -- D.H. Spoilers8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But this year already was very, very different, because Harry Potter had come to Hogwarts. Snape had eyed him curiously, apprehensively. The little dirt-speck was already a celebritythe Potions Master scowled at the thought. He would have his fathers arrogance, his ego, of course. Snape groaned, pinching the spot between his eyes irritatedly. The little twerp.
Evening, Severus, the Headmaster said, walking up alongside him as he exited the Great Hall.
Albus, Snape replied, with a stiff nod.
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
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.
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
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
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 =================
CENSOR THIS 08880CENSOR THIS 0888012 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when I know why the cage bird sings
was challenged for the "encouragement to take action
in premarital sex, homosexuality, and the use of
I remember when the Bible was banned and/or
challenged for being "pornography and obscene"
in Alaska and Pennsylvania in 1993.
I remember when the The Autobiography of
Malcolm-X was challenged in Flordia in 1994--
because it was "racist against white people"
I remember when Jambo Means Hello: The Swahili
Alphabet was charged with "degrading white
children" although it was a book for white children to
understand the African-American culture much better.
I remember when Daddy's Roomate was removed
by most libraries by most of the United States---for
A Memoir - 91101A Memoir - 9110113 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I woke up that morning to the phone ringing. I ignored it. It was entirely too early for anything to get me out of bed. I didnt have to be at work for another 6 hours. I had a hangover from the night before and imagined the solicitor on the other end just wanted to bribe me into switching my long-distance plan for the third time in the infancy of that month that was early September.
The answering machine will pick it up. Ten minutes later the phone rang again. I threw my pillow in the general direction of my cordless sitting on my bookshelf about 6 feet away. Somehow I missed. Now I was not only hungover and dehydrated, but aggravated that I had no pillow to cover my splitting head from the morning light seeping in through my window.
It rang again. I stumbled out of my bed and answered with a scratchy and purposely annoyed tone. "HELLO?"
"Yes??" I said, rolling my eyes, as if anyone else would be answering my phone, with my voice.
"What are you doing?"
"It's 9 am.
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
Taming the Prince Taming the PrinceTaming the Prince8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A psychanalytical essay about Snape and JKR
The poets version of the story only shows how fine is the transforming power of ideal immagination which can make out of a sordid and dishonourable incident such a lovely piece of work
Edmund Spensers Works: A Variorum Edition, bk. IV, p. 286
J.K. Rowlings declarations about Snape, immediately after the release of Deathly Hallows, sounded like insult added to injury to many of the fans who looked at him as a reference figure from the end of Order of the Phoenix. In an interview given to Meredith Vieira, for Today Show, a relieved Rowling, much more relaxed after finishing her big fatigue, declared that in no way the people should consider S
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
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
Last CallLast Call6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think about life and what a joke it is.
Friends say they're your friends until they get what they want.
Lovers are your lovers until something shiny and new come along.
God is there but only in a book.
Government is there only to make you a slave.
I have been burned, bruised, betrayed, and broken.
To think about living another day of suffering only to die in the end;
there is no point.
We are all worm food, might as well end the pain sooner than later.
Last call, anybody want to join me for a shot?