Protection ValtielxHeatherThe room was hot, sweat dripped down her back, making her shiver slightly, despite the temperature. Heather closed her eyes lightly for a moment, raising a hand and dragging her wrist across her forehead, the orange sweatband she wore sponging up some of the heat. She let herself stay like that for a moment, eyes closed, giving in to weakness.Protection ValtielxHeather6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But Heather knew she had to carry on. Her body wracked with the pain those damned nurse-like monsters had caused her. But she couldn't give up, not after what had happened to her kind...
She sniffed softly, blinking away stinging, salty tears. Heather couldn't stop thinking about her father. About what that damned Claudia had done. Heathers mind remained fixated upon that horrible image. Harry Mason sitting, bloody and defeated in his chair. His favourite chair... The chair in which she used to be sat on his lap, letting him read to her one of his books, even though she understood few words.
What Heather would have given to be back there... A chi
Iron Pyramids ProloguePrologueIron Pyramids Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some people say that there's good and evil. Other people say that there's only good, and evil is really just lost souls in a turmoil, trapped in a quagmire, needing something to pull them out. Others say that there is no good and evil; only people, nothing more and nothing less.
The truth of the matter is that there is good and there is evil. Sometimes good turns to evil. Sometimes evil turns to good. Through my eyes I've seen it just as such. It must balance itself. Good can't exist without evil, evil can't exist without good, therefore there must be both.
I've come to know the truth of what is pure evil. I do not know what good is. I never have, I never will. But good can spring of evil, and sometimes being evil is being good. My god was evil once, born of hatred and shame and guilt, but he has done good for me. Evil doing good. Evil fighting evil.
But he can never rescue me from my own quagmire. I am stuck permanently, and not even he can save me from the depth of what is k
SUNDAY'S CHILDDeidara, what day is it?SUNDAY'S CHILD7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hmm? Its Sunday, un.
Really? I could have sworn it was Monday.
Mondays child is fair of face, Tuesdays child is full of grace .
What are you singing now, brat?
Its a poem, danna. Deidara and Sasori were lounging about in their room, Sasori working on his puppets and Deidara sitting on their bed, staring quietly at the ceiling. Not realizing it, the sculptor had begun to sing under his breath.
A poem? It sounds familiar. Sasori had turned around to look at his partner.
Well, technically its a nursery rhyme, un. Deidara shut his eyes and began to speak in a voice that clearly indicated he was reciting from memory. Mondays child is fair of face, Tuesdays child is full of grace. Wednesdays child is full of woe, Thursdays child has far to go. Fridays child is loving and giving, Saturdays child wo
What is happening?I was walking home three days ago I don't usually write my life down, but I feel the need to do this all of the sudden. I felt watched as I walked home from school. In my paranoid mind, I always feel that way, but this felt different. I can't describe it, but something was dreadfully wrong that day. I wish I could place just how wrong it felt. The air stood still. No birds, no traffic, no wind, not even a dog. I live in a suburb by a highway, and not a sound!What is happening?5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Then I saw something odd. It was in the distance, far enough away to be distorted by the summertime mirage that you see down long roads. It was a tall man in a suit. I couldn't quite tell, he was too far away. I stopped and stared. I don't know why. He started walking towards me, but his movement wasn't normal. He moved like he was underwater, and his limbs sort of stretched and bent like they were stiff tentacles. As he slowly moved closer, I saw that his skin was deathly white. As he approached he seemed to get taller and t
SP: Death.Kenny gasped loudly, his blue hues suddenly glazing over with a white fog; it felt like pain. In fact, the pulse that surged through his body was just that. Did he have a curse or something to where every time, he'd fucking die and suddenly appear alive the next day?SP: Death.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Seemed like it.
He should have been used to the pain now though, right? Wrong. Pain was horrid, and often came in different ways, and different surges. Death doesn't have to hurt, but how he died, it often did.
He lifted up his hand to place it on his chest, the warm blood spilling out of his gun wound and silently crawling down his wrist. The blood stained Kenny's orange jacket with an awful color.
He laughed softly and then leaned over and with a loud and dry cough, blood spewed from the back of his throat. Lines of crimson liquid leaked down the corners of his mouth. Kyle was standing next to him; he had gotten shot at too, but it only grazed his arm; Kenny had jumped in the way for the other boy. The bullet went throug
ii. Love: From the Latinii. Love:ii. Love: From the Latin5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the Latin "Moronic"
Nothing is more beautiful
Than unrequited love.
It is beautiful, in a way
That you see a sunset so wonderful
But cannot ever reach that horizon.
The sun is only doing what it does and
You cannot help but admire it.
It is a star, oblivious, mute, far and
Painfully blinding, painful,
If you love it too much.
Don't stare, it's rude.
I wonder if this is
How God must be like.
How can adoration be measured?
How can pain be measured?
Unrequited love, knows these things
And constantly ignores them.
Idiotic, I want to say.
Stupid, really, for lack of ability
To get some sense.
Beautiful in a way,
That you cannot help admire the lion
Only to see it tear its prey to shreds.
And there's nothing you can do about it
Except to call it beautiful.
In My GardenIn my garden grows a tree,In My Garden3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dances day and night for me.
Four in bar or sometimes three,
To music simple as can be.
Nightly to its hidden tune,
I watched it move against the moon.
Dancing to its silent sound,
One foot planted in the ground.
Dancing tree, when may I hear,
Day or night your music clear?
What the note and what the song,
That you sing the seasons long?
"It is written" said the tree,
"On the pages of the sea.
It is there at every hand,
On the pages of the land."
"Whether waking or in a dream,
Voice of meadow grass and stream.
Out of the ringing air,
Voice of Sun, Moon and the stars."
"It is there for all to know,
As tides shall turn and wild flowers grow.
There for you and there for me."
Said the glancing dancing tree.
Fighting the FlamesFighting the Flames3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fighting the flames
Falling. Falling. FALLLING!
All she could see was his partially masked face. Eyes filled with a determination that would not falter. After living with him secretly for a year, she also saw in those eyes that if he could not save her he would go with her. Tears blurred her vision. As they left her eyes, falling upward, the tears battered Kakashi's mask, wetting the fabric darker where they struck.
"Crap!" escaped Yuu Nane' s lips before she could stop it.
"Well you can see why they are in trouble. That is a bad place to put a town." Nara Shikamaru said bluntly as he scratched the back of his head.
The whole place was a logistic nightmare.
From their vantage on the edge of the valley, the Konoha rescue team could see that the entire town was set down in a valley, a crater almost, with only one entrance in or out. For a cap
A Boy and a Fox~A Boy and a Fox5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A Note from the Writer
This story is intended to please the mind, for it commutes with the fascination of youth and nature coinciding with one another. It will make you smile a happy smile and cry a sorrowful tear, but probably the most important thing that will happen when you read this story is what it does to your soul and heart. Be aware that this is not ordinary writing, despite its plain appearance and style. Those who dismiss this as fiction will be mistaken, but do not read this as a true story. This story, unlike most that have been written, will be about truth and fantasy blending into one. Keep an open mind and you will learn this is not, by any means, a regular, run-of-the-mill story.
Brian was a young lad of merely nine years of age, living in a rather plain but cozy cottage at the edge of the woods. He was accompanied by his father, John, a rather ordinary-looking man that only wanted to live his days in peace. He had a strange aura about him, and he usually
Corruption and deviantARTCorruption and deviantART9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There once was an arrogant almighty General Staff member who loved to sit around and polish the "+" that was in front of his name. He also thoroughly enjoyed creating controversy and calling people names. He felt that because he was an accomplished paparazzo, he had a license to deride fellow deviants, and tell them their gallery was sub-standard. He was wildly prejudiced and imagined all stereotypes were true. His favourite thing to was to wield his god-like deviantREALM powers (or at least threaten to use them). Yes, unlike his fellow Administrators, power was his weakness! He would use his power (the power of attracting and manipulating kiss-ups and attention whores) to harass any deviant who disagreed with his opinions! Page after page of pointless inflammatory remarks would be bestowed upon the offending deviant! His minions would chuck magical little emoticons at their enemy in an attempt to b
Sad but trueSad but true7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Never Say "i love you"
if you don't really care.
never talk about feelings
if they aren't really there
never hold my hand
if you're gonna break my heart
never say you're going to...
if you don't plan to start
Never LOOK INTO MY eyes
IF ALL YOU DO IS lie
Never say hi
if you really mean good bye.
IF YOU REALLY MEAN FOREVER
then say you will try
NEVER SAY FOREVER
"Cause Forever Makes me Cry" <i>
Seven Deadly SinsSeven Deadly Sins,Seven Deadly Sins8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each to her own Hell
Comit just one and in the fires,
you'll forever dwell.
The first is Pride,
and vain is she.
She stalks by, head held high,
admires herself with glee.
Envy is the seconds name,
to Pride she's very close
What you have she wants the same,
love is her main foe.
The third wears many faces,
in hope to hide the truth.
Her names are Wrath and anger,
It's her you'll wish to soothe.
Patient she is not,
instead of her own faults,
it's yours that she'll boycott.
The fourth you've most likely met,
and lovingly embraced,
your zeal with Sloth you have replaced
Your love of work hath been erased.
The fifth also has two names,
Avarice, and sometimes Greed
and though a Belle is she
More she always needs.
The sixth sin is akin to Greed,
Gluttony is she
and though she gains and gains and gains,
she'll never be at peace.
The last is Lust,
she'll draw you in,
expose her bust and stroke your skin.
She is the worst that you can do,
control your urges, Lust subdue.
Rizseshu's on request HUNUtálom, amikor valaki azt hiszi, hogy a skizofrénia az, amikor több énje van.Rizseshu's on request HUN5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ugyanis ez tévedés.
Az, amit ők skizofréniának hívnak, nem más, mint a tudathasadás. Amikor az egyednek több énje van.
Ilyen vagyok én is, bár lehet, hogy csak tévképzetektől szenvedek, hallucinálok? Mindig másnak hiszem magam ugyanis. Néha azt hiszem, rizs vagyok, vígan szívom magamba a napfényt, fotoszintetizálok, magányosan vegetálva, és szívom magamba a nemrég lehullott esőt, mi a föld repedésein keresztül, féreg módjára csúszik mind lejjebb, míg belém nem botlik, s én magamévá nem teszem őt, beépítve magamba.
Máskor már sertésnek hiszem magam, amint épp eme rizsszemet igyekszem lelegelni, mert nekem bármi jó, vagy épp egy pocsolyában
A Defence of Violation ReportsIt is obvious that deviantART has rules. They are well outlined in the Terms of Service agreement and the Frequently Asked Questions, as well as being elaborated and clarified in the news articles released by administrators such as RealitySquared. It is also obvious that there are people who break these rules. This fact is made clear by the existence of a detailed and much refined system for allowing users to report submissions which violate policies, as well as for allowing the reporting of users and any actions besides inappropriate submissions. What is less obvious is that there are dedicated groups of community members who work to combat the systematic breaking of the rules, and that they frequently become targets of those users who break the rules and their supporters. The exact details of the accusations levelled at them by the rule breakers or breach supporters, as I shall refer to the aforementioned groups henceforth, are as varied as the arguments they get involved in. There aA Defence of Violation Reports5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A wall street-i banka'rokNézd! Nézd, milyen élénkek korunk gyermekei,A wall street-i banka'rok6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
kik pajkos vidámságuk kicsapongásaiként
önfeledten csak játszanának.. és játszanának.. és játszanának...
De nem játszanak.
Elvitték a játékokat.
Hogy kik vitték el?
A Wall street-i bankárok!
Volt egyszer, mikor a nyári napsütést arcomon vágytam érezni,
hogy kiültem a közeli játszótér melletti padra egy bús
öregember mellé, aki, nézve a labdázó, "gólya-viszi-a-fiát"-ot
játszó gyermektömeget, így szólt nekem, nem nekem,
hanem csak úgy, ki tudja: Akkor lesz vége az embernek, ha elnéptelenednek a játszóterek.
Ezt akkor megjegyeztem.
De akkor ez már a vég, vagy még nem? Hiszen nem néptelenedtek el a játszóterek.
A játszótereket is elvitt
Pyramid HeadPyramid HeadPyramid Head5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hey, Pyramid Head, you look like such a nice guy
Do you want to go out tonight as you've caught my eye
You don't move too fast so I can run away
And I am 'regular world' bored and would like to play
What 's really great is the warning I hear
As your personal music plays when you come near
You are sort of like the mummy in the old black and whites
Easy to allude but still good for giving me the frights
Besides, you have quite a nice body, definitely in shape
Excuse me while I'm not needing to run, if I gape
But its rather nice being chased by such a virile chap
As long as I can come back to life after a sword slap
Its not that I'm a pain seeker or masochist
Just think it would be fun to be on your 'to date' list
And run around and scream and have a bunch of fun
To safely play with and shoot of a cool magnum loaded gun
If only I'd wake up in Silent Hill
Where one can be hurt but not need a pain pill
And duck and dive and generally avoid you
And try to solve the mystery as lo
Poems...My Name's RedPoems...7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Color On
The Dead Rose
That Bleeds For You
Im A Single Tear
On A Suicide Letter
That Died For You
Im A Gravestone
In A Cemetary
With Etches in My Skin
To Only Remember Me
In My Frozen Dreams In My Frozen DreamsIn My Frozen Dreams7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't help but wonder why
Why is it you can't see pass my smile-
Zexion x Marluxia part:2 Zexion X Marluxia Part2Zexion x Marluxia part:27 years ago in Teen More Like This
The heart-shaped moon's eerie glow filled the dark sky over the huge white castle. Demyx had been sitting on the balcony to his room, strumming away at his sitar, humming an unusual tune that had popped in his mind. A slight breeze caused the blond to shiver and stand to his feet, the sitar held close to his side.
"I guess Vexen is in a bad mood tonight." he smiled as he made his way to the glass door to his room. Whenever Vexen was bummed about something or just felt like being pissy, everyone found that the air around The Castle That Never Was got a little colder; it was one of the Academic's bad habits. Demyx wondered why the organization's elder was upset today as he made his way threw the dimly-lit room and out the opposite door into the empty hallway while his sitar began to disappear in a cloud of bubbles. The air seemed to be colder inside th
Letter to Mr. James SunderlandLetter to Mr. James Sunderland7 years ago in Humor More Like This
An Angry Letter to Mr. James Sunderland
Mr. James Sunderland, The videotape you forgot here is being kept in the office on the 1st floor. I would also like to add that upon viewing the questionable content of the tape we are deeply appalled by the behavior of you and your wife Marry, further more extensive action has been taken to insure that room 312 has been properly sterilized. I can not deny that the acts we witnessed on the video tape have most likely been performed a thousand times within the walls of the Lake View Hotel by couples on their honeymoon; however we could have done without a visual aid. Lewd and licentious doesnt begin to describe the atrocities we witnessed on that tape. Mr. Sunderland your behavior was inexcusable; the acts you and your wife committed in room 312 have left a foul ai
SH2 Novel - Chapter 2BSH2 Novel - Chapter 2B4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silent Hill 2 : The Official Novel
By Sadamu Yamashita
Translated by Lady Ducky
Chapter Two -Someone's Lurking in the Apartment- Part B
A violent screech pierced the heavy silence near the intersecting hallways of the second floor. Though the sound came from the hallway extending north, the cry was muffled slightly as if it had come from the upper floor. The first thought that came to James's mind was of Mary, but then he recalled the image of the little girl as she ran away. Irritating as she had been, he certainly didn't hate her enough to hope she would be attacked by a monster. He couldn't wish that kind of death on anyone.
Rushing in the direction of the screams, James once again came face-to-face with the monster blocking the north hallway. Without hesitation, James aimed his gun at the creature.
"Get the hell outta my way!"
The twisted monster shrieked and recoiled as a shower of bullets pierced its body, dark
Alessa's FamilyMy familyAlessa's Family5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Alessa Gillespie.
My Dad's name is Harry. He's a writer. He gets scared pretty easy, and is a little clumsy, but he would do anything for me if I was in trouble. That's why he's my father.
My Mom's name is Cybil. I don't think she and my dad are actually married, but she's always with dad and helps him a lot, so she might as well be my mother. I like her better than my real mother, anyway. She's a policewoman. She's tough and honest.
My Sister's name is Claudia. We argue about a lot of things, but sisters often do that. She's pretty religious, and talks funny sometimes. But we play games together, and I like her, even if I don't always agree with her.
I have two uncles. One of my uncles is named James. I don't know him that much. He's pretty surly, but really quite nice. His wife died a long time ago, and he was really sad for a while. He's better now, but still doesn't really talk much. He's a clerk. He has a daughter named Laura. I don't like her.
My favorite uncle is Tr
OFFICIAL SH2 Novel - Chapter 1OFFICIAL SH2 Novel - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silent Hill 2 : The Official Novel
By Sadamu Yamashita
Translated by Lady Ducky
Sometimes I wonder: does he really think we're here? In his mind, we are nothing but a fabrication. For him, that is nothing but a reality. And he's happy there. Nevertheless, we are in our reality. For him, there is nothing but pain in this world. What will we have to do to pull him back?
"It looks kinda like milk."
Laura's face stretched into a smile. She began to laugh as her bright, enamel-white teeth peeked from behind her small lips. The town was shrouded in a thick fog that blurred everything into white, as if she were in some sort of magical land. Sometimes Laura liked to think that some scatterbrained god had carelessly dropped his cup and spilled his morning milk all over the place. The mysterious atmosphere could be a sign that there were fai