Ke$ha LolitaWake up in the morning feeling like lolita
Grab my headband and I'm looking like one sweet senorita
Before I leave, brush my teeth, with a cup of tea
Cuz when I leave for the day, I'm coming back by three.
Covered in lace and bows, bows
Collar looks like a rose, rose
Trying out another sweet pose, pose
Pour another cup of tea, tea
Pretty to the highest degree, gree
Trying to look a little bit cla-ss-yyyy...
Got a parasol to boot
I'm gon' play
Til they take my dolls away
These white gloves
But when push comes to shove -
[more random howling]
Alright, that's okay, so I'm not a lolita,
Just another trashy popstar sucking down margaritas
And though my songs are really crappy, they're what everyone wants
So this is all you're going to hear at your after hours haunts.
I'm talking 'bout
Singing 'bout getting plastered
Using up people faster
So many tricks I've mastered
Na-na, I'm going til I'm out of ideas
The Paper Ghost Throwing down her pen in frustration, the Author cried, 'What is it you want?!'The Paper Ghost4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy standing in the doorway wrung his hands in embarrassment, 'I want a story...'
Exhaling deeply, she studied him. Her gaze ran over his soft hair and the slight iridescence of his skin. She noted the odd way that the boy appeared to shimmer like a haze of heat. His eyes were deep and brown, and his lips played the tune of a nervous smile.
'I cannot give you a story,' She said brusquely, 'I am all out of stories! Look at me! I am hollow, I am gone, I am nothing! You want a story?' The Author paused whilst he nodded, 'Then go out and live! Breathe the air, god knows, I wish I had that sort of freedom. Draw pictures, play music, live your life! Drink the nacreous waters of freedom, break out of the words that chain your mind. I am a human, like you! I need time to myself too, and I cannot always be a source of your entertainment.'
Once Upon A December The Summers Mansion was a stunning venue of prestige and wealth every day of the year. But tonight tonight, it seemed almost magical. The gentle candle-lit halls glistened in the reflections of the seventy-five chandeliers and the expensive glass vases bought from Master Summers expeditions abroad to the finest world markets. The silk tapestries of historic events and thousands of family portraits hung as a constant reminder of the family heritage. The second floor ballroom was filled with glamorously dressed dancers, esteemed guests and uniformed musicians who worked the bows on their cellos for hours on end, producing more and more music for the gowned ladies and suited gentlemen to swirl about each other in fluid unison.Once Upon A December7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The snowstorm outside was long forgotten as the main fireplace roared and crackled heartily, men stood chuckling as they held wine glasses loosely in their hands and their wives chattered
The Symphony of The Deaf'There is no such thing as a true love story,' sighed the girl, 'There is only tragedy or farce.'The Symphony of The Deaf4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her friend looked up sceptically, 'You've been reading too much Shakespeare,' he said.
'No...' she murmured, 'I've been watching too much of the real world.'
The boy stood up, and began to pace, 'Reality is a lie, it's an overly used and neglected cliché of a half truth. To find the lovers you so clearly seek, you have to turn to something more obscure...'
It was the girl's turn to look doubting, 'More obscure...?'
'More obscure,' pointed out the boy, 'But more true. Look at the sea and the sky, they have never been parted. Every day they mirror each other's emotions from speckled pink innocence to a bloody red lustfulness. The two of them are locked in a continual embrace... have you ever seen a more well suited couple?'
'And yet they have such spiteful, growling arguments,' the girl fiercely objected, 'The sea lashes out and abu
TT: One of YouOne of YouTT: One of You8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dont, Wally, Jinx said softly as she unlocked the door instead of letting him vibrate them through it. Just dont. Please.
He followed her into the darkened apartment, not even blinking as she steered herself blindly to the bedroom, then through it to the bathroom. The door was closed and locked before hes even locked the front door, something that was rare for the young man who once known as Kid Flash. Kid, no longer, he was already assuming the mantel of the flash from his uncle with a near open invitation to join the Justice League the moment he tired of work as a Titan.
He wouldnt, Wally knew, not without Jinx, and there wasnt an invitation for her. Yet. If he had his way shed be one of the most honored heroes, a girl who turned away from an easy life of crime and joined him in the fight against it. It he had his way.
He bent his head to the side for a moment, letting the vertebrae there snap once, then twice, be
Writer's BlockMy pencil moves across the paperWriter's Block5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And my mind begins to think.
My hand flows as my ideas form
All while my eyes blink.
As I think of what to write
I start to draw a blank.
My pencil slips out from my hand,
My heart begins to sink.
The clock passes from one to two
I stare at a half-blank page.
I race ahead, stressed for time
A poem trapped inside a cage.
My creativity leaves
From my body all at once.
The lack of imagination
I feel like such a dunce.
The paper lacks poetic beauty
The poem under lock.
I now know I will never finish
With My Writer's Block.
BlindI was blind.Blind5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not in my eyes, but in my heart. I never fully understood what my child was becoming until it was too late, far too late. There were signs, of course, hints of her true nature, but I was blinded by the love I felt for this child who had become my own.
Blinded. Blinded by love, blinded by beauty, blinded by the utter wickedness of this sweet little girl.
Looking back, I curse myself for not realizing sooner what she truly was. It all seems so obvious now. But thenthenwhen she was growing upit was not so. For who would suspect that such a pretty little girl could be planning such things?
And she was a very pretty little girl. I would dote on her for hours, placing jewels round her neck and ribbons in her hair. I adored her hair. It was long, and smooth, and shiny brown, and I would sit with her by the fireplace and comb it long into the evening.
Once, as I was doing this, she twisted in my arms and faced me. "Mama," she said, in that sweet voice that all yo
Once Upon a December FanficOnce Upon a DecemberOnce Upon a December Fanfic8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Snow was swirling through the air, falling upon the bustling Domino City on Christmas Eve. Kisara walked down the sidewalk, her long white hair catching the matching snow-flakes. He bright blue eyes watched the displays in store windows as she passed. The toy store always had a particularly festive front window. A miniature train set ran on tracks though winter scene; teddy bears were posed as if dancing, being spun around and around to a melody being played; angels were painted in the windows, their wings glowing with the light from within the store.
She smiled and continued walking, the next shop being the game shop. A poster with all the most powerful Duel Monster's cards was posted in the front window, advertising the game. Kisara stared that the majestic white dragon in the background, feeling as if something pulled on memories long forgotten. She missed the little disclai
.Scorned Angel....Help me....Scorned Angel.8 years ago in Horror More Like This
I'm locked in this place. Tormented and alone. With my head lulling against the soft white fabric of the walls. I'm listening to the screaming coming from the other rooms. The sounds of anguish, hate and lunacy.
I don't want to stay here. Not in this place. Not with these people. They think I'm mad, crazy. But I know that's not true. They are the crazy one's here. Not me.
...Don't judge me...
Just set be free. I promise I'll be a good boy. No more killing, no more raping. No more death at my hands. But please, please. Get me out of here, let me go. I swear I'll change.
...Don't keep me here...
In this crazy place, with the needles. The injections, the pills and the happy, shiny blinding white lights. With the jackets that fit so snugly, and make you hug yourself forever..
..You can't bind me..
Don't you know who I am? You can't keep me here. Me, an Angel of heaven. With my soot black wings, and devilish charm. Ah, but you t
77. TestamentDear heir, whoever you may be77. Testament3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My testament is what you now see.
You get all my money, do as you please
Save it or spent it mindless with ease
I am deceased, so why should I care
When you are alive and my lawful heir?
You inherit all I owned before I was dead
After the last line of my last will you've read
Even my corpse is now in your hands
Do as you like, I don't have plans.
Everything material, I couln't care less!
It's nice for a living without distress
But now that I'm gone, I have no need
For any of it. Still for one thing I plead:
Remember me, my heir, remember more than my name.
Remember who I was, remember my glory and shame.
Remember my writings, the stories I told.
Remember the worlds my words did unfold.
Remember the poems that had reached many hearts.
Remember my passion: the written arts.
Classical MusicClassical Music12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I can hear the classical music leaking out of the apartment above me. I can feel the tenant shuffling around practicing his waltz with a non-existent partner who just so happens to be the love of his life. I know that he will get tired of his game and shut off the music and then go sit down somewhere and do some unimportant task with his hands to take his mind off of his pathetic life.
He never has any company except for the landlady who will come to visit him when the rent is due. We were supposed to have him over for dinner once, but he never showed up. My parents shrugged it off. I wondered if he had killed himself but then later that night the classical music clicked on. I like listening to his classical music. I lie on my bed and sway my arms like a composer and laugh. We, for a moment, are connected in our dreams; linked by Mozart, Beethoven, Wolfgang, or Bach.
I went out and bought a compilation album of such composers and played it loud enough for the man upstairs to hear. I ho
Of phoenix and butterflyOnce upon a time there was a butterfly who was friends with a phoenix. Together they flew across the sky. The butterfly admired the beauty of the phoenix, its red and golden feathering, the yellow sheen on its wings. Also, the phoenix had a warm and caring personality.Of phoenix and butterfly4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The butterfly did not envy the phoenix for its beauty. It knew it was a pretty butterfly, and they weren't friends just because of their beauty.
The butterfly looked very dark. Its whole body seemed to be black, but the wings could shine in every colour of the rainbow, it depended on how the light was reflected.
One day the butterfly said to the phoenix: "You and me, we are different but there is one thing we share, aside the fact that we can fly."
The phoeniy smiled its warm smiled and asked: "What is this thing? Our love for the sky?"
The butterfly answered: "Aside this, too. I ment our past. You see, when I was young, I was a caterpillar. I was grey and hid behind a lost of spikes. I wanted to hide myself even more, I
Angels and Demons - Ch1The following story does not belong to any fandom. It is close to the theory of angels and demons from Supernatural, but the characters are original, and the creation of my idiotic brain. You can only blame me for writing this. Thank you~Angels and Demons - Ch17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Where We Meet...
-- Present time --
It took years to realize what she had done. God did not forgive those who took their own lives but it was too late for being sorry.
She became stronger, fiercer. She had become immortal.
And after a while she found the purpose for her existence: stopping those like the one who was responsible for her damnation. And she did her job eagerly there was a gift in her afterlife: she no longer belonged to the living. No longer had they seen her if she did not want it and it did not matter if the worlds greatest detectives would have been in her tail. She left no sign, no clue she was not human who could have been found.
Her only weapon had been a dagger, which she always kept with
Beauty and the Beast- a horrorChapter 1-Wanderer In The MistBeauty and the Beast- a horror8 years ago in Horror More Like This
A legend has been told, many winters past, of a cold, bloody thirsty land filled with rabid beasts and deformed shadows in the darkness. Superstitious peasants live their brief and meagre lives with fear in the shadows of the Carpathian Mountains. Skeletal cows rot where they have fallen. Starving dogs gnaw at their own paws. Children are deserted by parents too poor to sustain them. Ice creeps through the frigid settlements like a veil of death, claiming the souls of those too weak to withstand it. It is in this vile and festering land that the legend begins
An old merchant travelled along a winding track which skirted the foothills of the ominous mountains. A chill wind blew, filling his lungs with icy vapour, causing him to cough and gasp despite his thick, fur lined cape. A smothering blanket of mist had settled around him. The wispy tendrils trickled like water all about, threatening to ste
Just a Warning.I might fall in love with you.Just a Warning.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a warning.
I don't know how it works,
Or how far it will go.
But I'll see what I can do
To make you smile,
To make you happy.
Love is so confusing,
No wise words could help this cause.
But, I hope you think I'm beautiful,
That's all that really matters.
And for what it's worth,
No matter what,
I think you're beautiful too.
Our GenerationThe world is such a beautiful place,Our Generation4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People moving at a non-stop pace.
Birds tweet in a sing-song voice.
Kids come to school with little to no poise.
Our generation kind of scares me.
Threats of death, and songs in a bad key.
Rapping, slapping, insults yapping,
All these things are really trapping.
The Earth is beautiful, but no one sees it.
They're too consumed in their worlds to please it.
We try so hard to fix our mistakes,
But in the end we only take.
Let's give a little, give it back.
Let's get ourselves back on track.
We may have to work hard.
Can we clean up our own backyard?
We could be nicer to one another.
We could try not to be a bother.
We could put ourselves in others shoes.
We teenagers have nothing to lose.
Sometimes I worry I'm too old,
Thinking in the past, but present actions are bold.
I'll do my best and see what I can do
To make all my bold wishes come true.
So go on your way,
You don't have to pay
For the happiness and love you find.
You find yours, for I've found
HalloweenThe library of Muse Mansion was consumed with silence. Dusty shelves held even dustier books, aged by the constant turning of pages before their time of rest back on the shelf. Velvety red curtains covered the imposing windows, shielding the bleak fall darkness from entering the library. They pooled below the window sill, coiling and curling around one's feet like velvet snakes. An old clock sat upon the mantle of the huge fireplace, the soft ticking breaking the silence at regular intervals. Every so often, it would dole out a mournful chime, filling the entire home with a dull reverberation. The only two seats in the room were warm and inviting, plush to the touch. It was a comfortable room, but remained empty tonight as festivities were at a fever pitch downstairs.Halloween10 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
But soon, the library would not be so deserted.
The door opened from the hall, and a well dressed man with sad, dark eyes and pale skin strode into the room. His greasy black hair would occasionally fall into his face, ob
Little Red Ballgown - StoryLittle Red Ballgown - Story6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Little Red Ballgown
-- A Little-Red-Cinderella Tale
Imagine if Cinderella had been told like a Red Riding Hood tale--or vice versa?
Shortly after Little Red's narrow escape from the Big Bad Wolf, by way of the village's local stalker...err, hunter, Little Red decided that it was clearly much too dangerous to live out in the country, so she decided to guilt trip her parents into moving to the City.
After waking up one too many times in the middle of the night from Little Red's shrieking, "The wolf's gonna get me...! Nooooo!" her parents finally gave in. They packed up the pony cart and moved out of their tiny rural village into a modest townhouse in the city.
Little Red was thrilled. She had a proper bed on the second floor--no more sleeping in the kitchen! Even better, she no longer had to set her alarm clock to wake up at two AM. Good thing too. Her throat was getting sore from all the shrieking.
Her parents, however, took the
Marriage Rose - Chapter 2Marriage Rose - Chapter 27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The car ride was silent between Jerome and I, only because I had my headphones in and stared out the window at the passing scenery.
I didnt want to talk to him, or anybody, so it was a relief that I brought my Ipod in my bag instead of packed it away with my boom box.
I didnt know how long we were sitting in the car, but it seemed like forever as I watched the scenery slowly change from my usual winter area, which was only dead with no snow, to the mountainous area with snow covered hills, with homes and their chimneys just chain smoking as it rose up into the sky.
The mountains were always beautiful covered in fluffy white snow, but in my predicament, I wasnt too happy with the cold that I was being pushed into.
I wasnt too interested in being in the cold some more, considering I was definitely a summer person, or from Hawaii anyway. Summer in Charlotte North Carolina was blistering, and so humid you could swim your way down the street.
The winters were freezin
Nocturne - Visual Novel DraftNocturne - Visual Novel Draft6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~ Prelude ~
The sharp crack of thunder startled me awake and upright -- in a chair.
The shadowed room I was in was tiny. The space was barely large enough for the chair I sat in and the battered round table beside it. The room's floor to ceiling window was actually within my hand's reach.
I didn't recognize any of it. For several baffled moments, I simply sat there in the dark hearing nothing but the storm.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the sharply peaked ceiling and faded green wallpaper.
I knew that wallpaper. I was there when my mother had chosen it for the attic rooms above the servants' quarters. I hadn't recognized it at first because it was a part of my home I rarely saw. Even so... I blinked in confusion. What was I doing sleeping in the attic, and in a chair? I had a perfectly serviceable bedroom on the first floor -- with a perfectly serviceable bed. Shaking my head, I set my booted feet to the floor and rose from the chair. My head barel
The Mary Sue: An AnalysisThe Mary Sue: An Analysis5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ONLY THE INTRO PARAGRAPH ISN'T FUNNY... RAWR
First, let us ask ourselves: What is a "Mary Sue"? By definition, a Mary Sue is "...a fictional character with overly idealized and hackneyed mannerisms, lacking noteworthy flaws, and primarily functioning as a wish-fulfillment fantasy for the author or reader." At least, that's the definition on Wikipedia. In layman's terms, a Mary Sue is, simply put, "the perfect you." She (or he, "Gary Stu"s will be discussed later as they are indeed different) is your perfect get away. A succinct and completely flawless rubber suit for you to wrap yourself up in, and escape reality for a few blissful turns of the page. They're constant pop ups all around the internet. Mainly, in fan-fiction and fan comics. But they've also popped up several times in published and printed media as well, and not just in recent novels like Twilight. We may not know it, but Mary Sues have been around us for years, perhaps even centuries. What we further don't s
The Path Less Traveled Dedicated to a dear friend of mine.The Path Less Traveled3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
0 days left.
No more waiting.
Closing the Clockwork Journal, the dark knight rose from his bed. It was time to wake his princess. There was no other moment worth living for, but tonight. This was it. He had waited so long, but it's time.
The wooden door to his hut eased open and the cold-his cold- enveloped him once again.
Every twelve hours, this was his routine. His eyes snapped open-there was no in between sleep. No early morning grogginess. Just on, and off- then he left his home and made the long twelve-hour journey to the other side. Away from the darkness, the cold, and the stars, and into the warmth of his long lost lover.
It wasn't a grueling walk, just a tiring one, but after a millennia of walking the same path, he had grown immune to the sweat, the heavy breathing and any heart beat he could have left.
He had grown so immune, in fact, that he didn't even notice the others rushing by him down the same dirt path. Fo
Moonlight SonataA faded memory,Moonlight Sonata6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A single torn page.
A note left in an abandoned diary,
Hauntingly beautiful with such rage.
You used to watch me write,
So very long ago.
Now you watch the moonlight,
Drift in through your window.
It lead me in directions,
I never thought I could see.
And here I write a Sonata.
A music piece set in three.
I'll write it for you,
Just how you are to me.
And how every time I see you,
It's as though your soul longs to be free.
I understand such heartache,
I understand your pain.
And here we sit alone,
Just after the sweet rain.
I lightly play the keys,
Hearing each and every note.
I know I can't match your voice exactly,
But this is how it was wrote.
A fading memory of you,
Like the yellowing of a page.
You would've still been so beautiful,
Had you lived to an old age.
Alas this is all I have left,
This torn picture of you.
And a distant sounding song,
That echoes something true.
Every time I play it,
That picture is all aglow.
Reminding me just how you were,
And how time c
30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume VWhat's This?30 Writers You Should Discover: Volume V4 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
Below you will find a new assortment of various writers on DeviantART who are worth getting to know. All of their respective galleries are packed full of tremendous works that I enjoy and hope that you will too. If there is a writer that may not be listed in this edition, you may wish to read the first four articles in this series.
Lets Meet A Few More of Them:
Crossing The Rubicon by HaveTales-WillTellMassacre of the Innocence by HaveTales-WillTell
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