My Only SunshineThe chair creaked and groaned as if crying out for an unrequited answer. Anna ceased her relentless rocking, unaware of how long she had actually been sitting there. A slight memory of a crackling fire burned through her mind as the frigid cold took hold of her immediate thought. "The fire " She murmured to herself, "It's gone out."
As if expecting a reaction from the nearby furniture, she paused a moment, contemplating the last few minutes of intense thought that had made her let the flames die. Excusing her momentary lapse, she managed to bundle up the fabric of her dress and make her way towards the last bits of wood that would keep
Original PlagiaristsWelcome to `OfOneSoul's first issue of...Original Plagiarists3 months ago in Editorials More Like This
How To Be
... and for the Hell of it, the fictional fiction writer himself,
Richard Castle, will be hosting this article's .gifs.
belonging or pertaining to the origin or beginning of something.
new; fresh; inventive; novel.
arising or proceeding independently of anything else.
capable of thinking or acting in an independent, creative, or individual manner.
created, undertaken, or presented for the first time.
We're gonna be honest here, you guys. As touchy as the subject may be - it needs to be brought up, and [even more], it n
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl6 months ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart.
Sing Me A Swan Song ContestMy very first Literature Only contest...Sing Me A Swan Song Contest4 months ago in Contests More Like This
Sing Me A
Wanna hear about it? :icontrollface:
Okay... calm the fuck down.
For those who don't know, allow me to explain...
What is a Swan Song?
"Swan song" is a metaphorical phrase for a final gesture, effort, or performance given just before death or retirement. The phrase refers to an ancient belief that the Mute Swan is completely silent during its lifetime until the moment just before death, when it sings one beautiful song.
What I'm looking for...
First of all, a Swan Song does not mean that your entry must be strictly related to Swans. Swan Song in itself
DisillusionedDisillusioned7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never acce
The Doctors In"He's probably dead," Roger exclaimed as the two kittens giggled mischievously behind him.The Doctors In6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Krystal and Amanda had arrived at Coleman Park appropriately attired for the evening. Their previously decided-upon costumes seemed much sexier in person than when Roger was helping them choose outfits at Wal-Mart. Being the edgy person that he was, he had politely declined their offer of buying a disguise for him. He had never celebrated the holiday, and instead purchased a t-shirt that furthered his rebelliousness with bright yellow text that read, 'I don't do costumes.'
His head down and his hands in his pockets, he paced himself up the paved hill
Love Me DeadLove Me Dead1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's that time once again.
The preparation and planning has been glorious. Though it is the same record I've played over and over for millennia beyond millennia, it is no longer broken. I have managed to ripen the mix and stir until it is an entirely new recipe. As petite and distastefully helpless as this form is, I am still an animal and can enjoy my bestial instincts that allow me to suffer pleasure in my kill.
So unappealing is this fragile form humans bare, however; to pity them is to offer a luxury they do not deserve. Their flaws and weaker forms aside, there is work to be done. One paw up
It's the ApocalypseRed sensors rotated and his gears resonated within him.It's the Apocalypse3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He could hear the mass silence that echoed endlessly;
no wind wafting through trees or horns blaring…
- only ghosts.
He sensed the crunch of metal and rust grinding
and the clank of disused limbs popping into place.
The mechanics of his body had forgotten basic processes…
- and he felt ancient.
Saved recordings worked through his hard-drive like memories
reminding him of times with oceans of cities, flocks of humans,
and towers so tall he could stand next to them and be called…
The lenses of his eyes fluttered and a new world was upon him;
SecretsA small boy lay crumpled at the foot of an effigy in an empty cathedral. It was cold and dark. He was alone.Secrets1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly, the sound of shushed footsteps, followed by vigorous shaking and whispering greeted him. "Klavier! Klavier! Get up! The bishop! He is coming!" The little boy's eyelids flitted open without hesitation as he got up. "Hurry! Come on now!" A yawn escaped him as he was tugged harshly by the sleeve. Heavy footsteps were soon heard echoing through the back of the cathedral.
Dozens of faded protest tarpaulins covered the abandoned confessionals where he and his brother now stood. "Hey Kristoph, that hurt." His brother continued sta
Winter Storms"I know I shouldn't."Winter Storms5 months ago in Romance More Like This
Thor stared at the metal grates beneath his feet. His armor had grown heavy since the Avengers' victory against the alien invasion. Now that a war was prevented, he had to face his inner battle. Would he risk losing his brother again?
He sat in the back of the armored hummer provided by S.H.I.E.L.D, ignoring the trace blonde hairs that fell around his face. In a way, he hoped they hid his indecision. He brushed his hand against the side of his chin, relishing in the familiar sound of his stubble scratching his callused palms.
A low, muffled scoff resonated from the other side of the vehicle. Thor leaned back against t
Submerged in Swan LakeSubmerged in Swan Lake7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swans and wings are floating by
on a breeze imbued with jasmine and
willows outstretching their arms in welcome.
Through deep breaths he arrives
plunged in murky, pungent water.
A quiet whisper, and he prays -
"Please... may I linger here?"
Willows lower their arms
and jasmine falls to the Earth
where the wind dies and finally rests.
The crows are cawing hymns,
begging to be swans.
But only the duck submerged in Swan Lake
has delved the desired shore.
Its waters dangerous and plagued
by monsters baring their teeth;
most ghastly and putrid they are
that no crow may ripple its surface
nor any songbird seeking beauty fair.
The Swan M
The Ballantine Brothers"They were enemies, you see? Brothers made violent by the eruption of the Civil War."The Ballantine Brothers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh Dylan, you know JUST what to say "
"Be quite, Tiffany! What happens next Dylan?"
The teenagers laid shacked up in Dylan Ballantine's family getaway - a decades old "mansion", remnants of the Ballantine Plantation Legacy. The seventeen year-old boy leaned closer towards his two female friends, smirking secretly at their growing anticipation. There's no telling how many times he'd told the story of his doom-fated ancestors but the reaction of anyone listening was always priceless.
"I thought you were too scared Ana." Dylan smiled at the rave
Romancing a Bodysnatcher"Mr. Atkinson."Romancing a Bodysnatcher7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leon's eyes darted away from the auburn hair that swayed gently as her green eyes met his. He instead focused his attention on his aging professor who stood at his computer, angrily pointing at the projection of microscopic molecules on the wall. Professor Kennedy had noticed Leon's attention span waning ever since Kat the TA stepped into the room.
"Mr. Atkinson, could you please provide me with the scientific definition of cell division that we have just discussed."
Rupert Kennedy's wrinkled face smirked as if he were pleased with his capture of an inattentive student. Leon smiled, refusing to be outdone in the presence of
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;The Bride of Atlas6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon
[CLOSED] The Alternate Universe Contestthis contest is now closed.[CLOSED] The Alternate Universe Contest4 months ago in Contests More Like This
do NOT note me!
I will have to tell you it's not valid, and that'll make me sad.
With a tip of the hat to all the people who came up with alternate universes as a way to explore awesome, impossible ideas...I bring you the alternate universe contest for original literature!
This contest is open from January 18-February 18 (PST, aka dA time). No extensions.
The process is simple.
Start with one of your own stories. It doesn't have to be super-fleshed out, but it does need to be written down in some form, even if it's as simple as a series of character sketches and the world they live in.Change something important. There's a lot of options. Ask yourself 'what if X had happened differently' and go from there. Aside from changing key plot points, you may want to significantly alter a character (yes, genderbending is acceptable).
Write it down! Not completely willy-nilly; there will be guidelines, of course. Oh my stars and gart
Zombie RomanceZombie Romance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot remember the last time I cried,
flooded and broken my eyes turn inside.
Still there's no beat, lifeless breathing aside;
the last breath of me has finally died.
A nameless face now ruptures my thoughts,
a memory of which I found I have not.
Claiming my love, in his arms I am caught;
a feeling of hunger embedded, grows hot.
He screams a name without any soul.
I sense the place; once a heart, now a hole.
He falls to the ground, death taking its toll;
struggling to stand, his hands reach their goal.
Clutching my face, he pulls me close,
my mouth inches forward, grotesque and morose.
My eyes staring hungrily, he smil
Colors ContestPick a color, any color and write about it. Prose, poetry or stream of consciousness; it doesn't matter.Colors Contest4 months ago in Personal More Like This
You must use only one color when writing your piece
Entries must include a link to this journal in the comments section
Prose can be no more than 2000 words and no less than 250 words.
Poetry can be no more than 75 lines including line breaks and no fewer than 3 lines
The piece must clearly define the color you have chosen, but does not have to name it directly
You must name the color you have chosen in the comments section
You do not have to be a member of the group #Daily-Lit-Deviations to enter, but we welcome you if you wish to join us
This contest is open to ever member of deviantART excluding judges.
Please post your entry at #Daily-Lit-Deviations in the Colors Contest folder.
This does n
WoodlandWoodland1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The young huntress dodged through trees and groves, rushing towards her target with sheer grace. Her handcrafted ironbound bow bounced haphazardly against her back as she jumped along rock formations following the path of a traveling stream. Her small leather top that covered little more than her breasts and small, fur-lined skirt that fell along her thighs could barely shield her from the rushing wind. Her long thin face and slanted brown eyes were momentarily uncovered as her scraggly shoulder-length white hair flew recklessly behind her. Her small, three-point antlers protruded from the sides of her head, identifying her as a Fauna. Her ba
The Bonds of LoveLover to lover,The Bonds of Love5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but I am your prisoner;
chained up in the dark.
Maiden By The Bay“Maiden By The Bay”Maiden By The Bay4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every now and then across the water at night
A lady can be seen dressed in long silky white
She dances along the water as elusive as a bird
Her beauty so astounding I can not put into words
Her movements so graceful they shift the moon’s release
On the gravity of the earth; every crevice and crease
If the world were to fall apart around her piece by piece
Her dancing would never cease but only increase
And I wait for every day to end so I can say
I have seen this great maiden by the bay
The flowers enveloping her sing in harmony with the bees
The trees bend their barks and their branches tease
Halloween Warning, Halloween Horror, Halloween EndMy family is magical.Halloween Warning, Halloween Horror, Halloween End7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is no other way of explaining what we are, for I am not certain myself. My mother is a witch. So is my grandmother. And so was her mother too... a long line of ancestry reaching back all the way to the early settlers from Ireland , 16th century. Ever my two sisters are witches. And yet I.... I am not. And yes, it's very complicated.
Don't even ask.
I've never felt anything supernatural or magical whole my life and lately, I've started feeling more than ashamed.
I've hoped and hoped for any sign of magic all these years and throughout time, I've given up.
I've come to accept my destiny of an outcast, but
It Was Real To Me"It's only for a while, then you'll be free of this place."It Was Real To Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Who said that? Samantha could no longer remember. Ever since they brought her to this room, she'd only counted, cleaned, and avoided reminiscing. Any memory of years before were gone; jumbled by minutes, even hours of constant repetition. One thing she DID know; she'd always been sick.
Not sick just plagued by a disorder called OCD, forcing her to count out her days repeatedly, keeping her from any amount of serious thought. Her room; this room, was always in perfect order. Every corner free of dust, every crease in her bedspread was shifted out. As a plus, large amounts of l