Mirrors from Afar -Chapter 22Peter got home after half an hour, taking advantage of the early time to take a walk around and clear his head. Or at least think calmly without any interruptions. Even after something so abnormal to him, he still felt strangely calm as he walked through the quiet streets until he reached his house. It wasn't particularly cold that night, only a light breeze gently pushing his hair back as he walked. He figured that any other guy would just think of the date he just had, wondering if he had done well, how the goodnight kiss felt yet all he could think about was his best friend. As if he had already forgotten about his outing with Claire. While he was with her he had pushed it to the back of his mind, but now he had no choice but to think about their fight. The more time passed the guiltier he felt, and the more anxious he got. What if he had lost Matt for good? What if he tried to fix it and it would be too late?Mirrors from Afar -Chapter 225 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No, I won't accept this.
Once he got inside, he evaded h
Omnipresent 4Love-a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affectionOmnipresent 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
John awoke, warmer than he could remember being in a long time. Eyes still closed he realized the cause of this new found warmth was the body his arms were currently holding against his chest. The body was thinner than his and longer but surprisingly soft.
He smiled as the memories from the previous night came rolling back and opened his eyes to make sure it had not been a dream. Yes this was certainly not his room and if the mop of black curls in front of his face was any indication the person he was holding was most definitely not Sarah.
He sat up slowly so as not to wake Sherlock and ran a hand through his short blond hair. This was bad. What was he supposed to tell her? Sorry I didn't take you out last night I was too busy shagging my flatmate? I was going to take you out for Valentine's Day but I ended up going on a date with Sherlock instead?
"You're thinking too much." a voice behind him said.
EPIC: Robin in the last battleThe wild cheering escalated to a thunder that made Robin dizzy. Grimly, she reflected that she'd fully anticipated dying at some point in this deranged venture, but she hadn't expected the exquisite grisliness of being presented with a ticket to the event. ("A souvenir for you!" the vendor had told her, beaming, when he'd dropped it off at her holding cell.)EPIC: Robin in the last battle4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Six hours and no breakfast later, she was standing on the raked sand of what could have been a sports arena if not for the huge metal gates locking her inescapably into the ring. She squinted into the sun and awkwardly adjusted the borrowed shield hanging on her arm. She was absolutely sure it wouldn't save her. Azarath's goons had helpfully returned her own sword to her for the day, but even its familiar weight couldn't settle her jangled nerves.
Part of the nervousness had to with exactly how familiar the sword was becoming in her hand. Robin was uncomfortably aware that she had what might be called a gift with it. There was a fe
Dear deviantWRITERS...Dear deviantWRITERS, allow me to offer you some advice. While I realize that you may not want that advice at all, I will cheerfully ignore that, because I really think dA's literature community could use a bit of setting straight.Dear deviantWRITERS...5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The reason writers like you and me are on deviantART at all is because we want people to read our work. No one would argue with that. So the way you do things should help get people to read your writing, not flee screaming.
That being said, the preview image that dA gives each literature deviation is your best friend. It gives you about 110 characters of text to impress anyone who might be randomly browsing through lit deviations--to catch their eye and make them want to read more. So! Here's a few tips.
Before that, though: I am not saying that every reader on dA agrees with the suggestions I present here. These are things that I think are important, and that I recommend. This is conceited, maybe, but I believe that good readers would agree wit
something as little"Do you sometimes think about humans and hurt," she says. She's rummaging in a crate on the cold floor of her garage, and her face is hidden. You shift to let the afternoon light shine on the golden wave of her hair.something as little3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Because I do," she goes on, before you can admit that you have no answer. Small objects fall from the crate and cascade to the floor with a clatter. "I do."
Her words hang heavy between you, alone and uncomfortable in the summer air, and your tongue stumbles in the strangeness of the moment and spits out, "Why?"
She bundles the long strands of her hair into a fist and straightens, her hands otherwise empty. "Humans are so frail," she says, leaving your question unanswered, drifting with her I do. "They're made of all this muscle and bone and stubbornness, and still you can cut them to the heart with something as little as words." Her eyes fix on yours.
"What do you mean," you say, struggling to keep up with her. "Why words."
She smiles and the force of it is
colors"If I were a color,colors4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
what color would I be?
because I'm emo, right?"
because I'm sad, right?"
because I hurt myself, right?"
"I don't understand.
what they said,
everyone, every time.
If none of them
what color am I?"
What kind of blue?"
"Every kind of blue
You're royal blue
because you should be treated
as nothing less than royalty.
You're neon blue
because you're so luminous
and fun at parties,
people would have to be blind
not to see you.
You're sky blue
because you're shy and calm
and humble when the sun
shines on you.
You're midnight blue
because you're dark and sexy
in a subtle way.
You're turquoise blue
because you always go
outside the lines
on paper and in life.
You're cotton candy blue
because you're just as sweet.
You're ocean blue
because you're deep and
sometimes hard to understand
like the sea.
You're pale blue
because you're soft
and warm like a down blanket.
The Lost GenerationIs this existence of time worth my life?The Lost Generation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To struggle through each day's heartache,
With all this stress and strife?
Nobody can answer this fundamental question,
How can we save the lost generation?
Is there meaning of conscious left for me?
To hurtle through every night's sickness,
Without any faith to be free?
Nobody will deny this radical emotion,
Where can we find the lost generation?
Is that suffocation of will ready to die?
To tussle through early morning's hunger,
Without the courage to cry?
Nobody shall crave this political flirtation,
Why can't we rescue the lost generation?
Don't Let Go"Rich!"Don't Let Go4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There was nothing but silence around her. The air felt strangely...full. Oppressive, like it was pressing in on all sides, choking her. She could barely breathe.
"Rich! Oh God, oh God."
She didn't even recognize her own voice, it seemed foreign to her own ears. Each word spoken was muffled, drowned out by the heavy beat of her heart and her halting footsteps. Every step she took she had to struggle, pushing debris out of the way, sharp pieces of wood and metal scratching her legs as she walked. And she had been walking.
For so long.
She began to wonder if it was her hearing that was the problem, or if her voice was simply giving out. Her heart was growing louder every second. Every terrifying second.
Rich, Rich, oh please, please. Her throat was tearing itself apart, but she needed to find him. She wrapped her arms closer around herself. A piece of cracked, torn metal cut through her shoe and sliced into her foot. She fell. She braced hersel
A peaceful CoveA peaceful Cove4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A peaceful cove, in mind or place, is where we rest the soul.
A tiny corner of the world, more precious than pure gold.
Pride is tilled, fears are stilled, trust unveils the deep,
trust not in one's own weak strength, but trust in greater things.
Things that ebb, things that flow, mysteries touched, but never known.
Far: the distance one can get, from towering heights, to serene depths.
From sun filled lands, and pure white shores, to the thrilling contents behind closed doors.
Cherished places, come and gone, sometimes things don't last that long.
Worn out shoes, Vacant faces, maps uncharted, empty vases.
Glasses half full, silver linings, it all depends upon the timing.
Appreciation comes from loss, you can't know warmth, til after frost.
Or life's full gift, til after theft, you vainly walk, despise each breath.
People are such silly things, to sinking ships they sadly cling, they see a lost soul writhe in pain, then ask themselves, "what can i gain?"
A warning sign is just advice,
I'm Not the Marrying KindI'm not the marrying kind.I'm Not the Marrying Kind3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have stones in my hair instead of flowers,
And a rosebush of thorns is more poignant to me.
I'm not the marrying kind.
My words aren't pretty or wise,
And I can't sing about anything but a broken heart.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am the sort of damaged you see in an old recorder,
And the kind of old in an instrument that breaks into a billion pieces at a touch.
I'm not the marrying kind.
Neither neat, nor tidy, nor correct in my behavior,
And yes, I did in fact tell you to fuck yourself.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I do not stay silent in arguments,
And I like to lie compulsively, just to see your face change.
I'm not the marrying kind.
I am not the ideal of any lady, nor her likes,
And I do not allow any man to walk all over me.
No. I am not the marrying kind.
But I do like the idea of a little girl with her mo
We all deserve some pie.We all deserve some pieWe all deserve some pie.7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why.
Because in all of the whole human race
Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of pie and only two
There's the one with this heavenly apple taste
And the one with it's chocolate coated grace
Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you.
No, we all should eat some pie
Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I.
Because the pies of the sticky should be made cheap
For the rest of us pies would be so sweet.
And then we all could eat some pie.
But I'll never taste a candy
No I'll never see a caramel. Finished!
Alright! You sir, do you have some pie?
Come and bring some for your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, too sir? Give a caramel.
Why did nobody mention
That I can die of starvation..?
Who sir, you sir?
No ones has a pie, Come on! Come on!
Sweeney's. Still waiting. I beg you people.
You sir! Anybody!
Gentlemen now spare a pie!
Not one man, no, nor ten men.
Nor a hundred can refuse me.
I will have you!
And I will get some pie after endless groans
In the me
Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Verse: (The universe your character belongs to. Can be original or fanfiction. [Ex: Original : The name of your book, movie, game or whatever. Fanfiction: Pokemon, Star Trek, Naruto, ect.)
Date: (The date this sheet was completed.)
Full Name: (Self explanatory)
Pronunciation: (Self explanatory)
Nickname/Alias: (Does your character have a pet name, fake identity, or any other thing they like to go by? Put it here.)
Meaning: ([Ex: Emily means "admiring" and William means "protector"] If you aren't sure your character's name has a meaning look it up, I'm sure you'll find something. If it's a fantasy name you made yourself, give it a meaning.)
Origin: (How did you come up with your character's name?)
Title: (Do have a title along with their name? [Ex: Sir, Captain, Ms.])
Pet Name: (What do other people call your character? [kid, squirt, babe, ect] May be insulting, endearing, or a combination of both. May have more than one, if other characters call them different things.
ID Number: (A num
APH: I hate everything about youI hate everything about you.APH: I hate everything about you3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hate everything about you.
I hate your self-confidence.
I hate when you say you're an artist, so you need to be treated better.
I hate to see, how happy you can be without me.
I hate when you play games with me.
I hate when you say you don't need me.
I hate when you treat me like a little child.
I hate when you open your mouth just to say how awesome are you.
I hate your pride, your 'young-masterness', your stubbornness, your emotional way of living.
I hate that you never say anything nice to me.
I hate your music.
I hate that you always compare me to you.
I hate when you play the piano instead of talking to me.
I hate that I'm always worse than you.
I hate when you prefer your classical music collection than the song I write especially for you.
I hate when you make fun of me.
I hate that you can always see my mistakes, even if no one else can see them.
I hate to make you sad.
I hate yo
CigaretteCigarette4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It sits between his long digits snugly, almost too happily. Sherlock scowls at it, knowing what John would say if the neat little soldier could see him now. Probably throw a fit again, like the time he found that needle and jumped to the worst without a moment's consideration. As stupid as the others.
He brings it to his lips, hands almost shaking in anticipation as he caresses it and takes a long drag, letting the slithers move in unison down his spine. The oppressive weight, so constantly heavy, rolls away slowly with every shimmering particle of smoke that coils upwards blinking into the ether. He blows out a little at a time, letting the smoke whisper over his parted bottom lip and snake away expertly. It is an old habit.
Minutes pass. He reaches again for another, and then another, not caring about the empty carton that blows away on the crude wind or the ash that falls like snow into his lap. Legs barely registering their protests carry him to the filthy off-license around the co
silly girls.you're just a plastic smilesilly girls.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and an empty heart
clinging to what you once had
searching for a meaning
you pretend to be stronger
than your fragile facade
and all the time
you're slowly breaking
so busy pretending,
you can't save yourself
lady in blackyou only walk in blacklady in black4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and god i cant understand it
because, of all the colors of the rainbow
that irradiate through you soul
you choose the only color,
that doesn't exist
and you think that pain deserves you
and you make sure it gets what it does
and trickling glinting red
only one of the colors inside you
in the form that's not meant to see
there's something not right here
there's something upside-down
and i plea you to see
that its not right but wrong
there's something not true here
and no i can't help but cry
and i know you do too.
another color that irradiates from you
that no ones meant to see
the color blue
i stay awake sometimes,
wondering why you walk in black
wondering why red deserves you
wondering why you see the color blue
and god i cant understand it.
The DoctorThe doctor tutted, shaking his head and letting out an exasperated sigh.The Doctor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Honestly, we have next to nothing to work with these days." He murmured, grasping the girl's chin and pulling it upwards so he could look more clearly into her face. "Brown eyes, brown hair... too commonplace. What I wouldn't give for a honest-to-God natural blonde or a redhead. Everyone's getting sick of all the dyed products we've had to make. Ugh. Well, give this one some blue eyes. Keep the freckles; maybe they'll add something more natural to her."
The young man, eighteen at most, who had brought the girl into the room, nodded. He gently lifted the slender figure off the ground- the girl's head lolling against his shoulder as he did so- and to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her.
"Jude, I have too many appointments today to watch you take your time with this. Drag it if you must, but hurry."
Jude nodded again, keeping his head down so the good Doctor wouldn't see th
Just a DreamHe'd promised. Sherlock had promised to try. After the first bruising, demanding, kiss, he'd promised to try for John.Just a Dream4 years ago in Romance More Like This
John hated watching Sherlock loose himself. Whether it was in drugs or a case that threatened to kill them both, Sherlock would retreat from the outside world leaving John cold and lonely and absolutely hating himself.
John wasn't lying when he said he'd do anything for Sherlock. God help him, he would kill for Sherlock, and there was nothing John could do to stop himself. Sherlock was a compulsion, protecting him, fighting for him, it was in John's blood, in his brain, his body wasn't ever under the command of the rational part of his mind.
When living with the most observant man on earth, John always worried that he'd said too much, that he would reveal just how much he worked for those stolen moments, when it was just for the two of them.
Next to Sherlock, no one ever noticed John. So John always sat
SecretsPlastic, hard, green, distasteful bench,Secrets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tree above me is much more interesting.
The tree, creaking from age, leans over,
Brushes a soft petal against my cheek which twirls and dances
For me, eventually bowing at my feet.
The tree, still bent, waits for my attention before,
Excitedly tickling my ear, it whispers secrets only I can hear.
I close my eyes,
My hands politely folded
Fingers laced together in my lap,
And nod my head in answer.
It pauses a moment -
resounding footsteps pass before it whispers its last
I, eyes closed, lean toward the great tree and whisper back
Don't worry. I'm good at keeping secrets.
With Youdarling,With You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't spend your days
with lifeless, dreary stone
don't linger where
blood was once spilt
i am not
in either place
i stay with
A Fiddler's Apocalypse"Jeremy! Jeremy, aagh, don't lead them toward me!"A Fiddler's Apocalypse4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Sorry, sorry!" Jeremy yelled back, panting as he tried to focus on playing his fiddle and running backwards, away from the zombies who had begun to notice his music, at the same time.
"Ha! If you can't handle them, comrade, send them over here!" Alik cackled happily, aiming a tiny gun at a group of zombies who had begun to stagger towards Roy and blowing them all sky high with a single shot.
"Alik, stop being such a creep when we're trying to concentrate on not dying!" A new voice, this one feminine, shouted from behind Jeremy. A gunshot cracked from where the voice had originated from, and a zombie that had stumbled too close for Jeremy's comfort went down with a bullet to the head.
Jeremy looked around him and lowered his bow, wincing a little as his aching fingers uncurled from the strings. A slight, dark haired girl came up next to him, holding a still- smoking rifle in her hands and checking around them for any more zombie