Social AnxietySocial Anxiety9 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Eyes downcast, staring at my phone.
No, don’t make eye contact. Just leave me alone.
I crave for bravery and to not be afraid
To raise my hand in class with a unique idea and come off unscathed
To talk loud enough for people to hear instead of mumbling under my breath
To not need a shot or a beer to have a normal conversation at best
I wish I wasn’t afraid of people or the pain they inflict
And to be blessed enough to see the goodness that exists
A new chapter of my story unfolds, yet the old one haunts me
The creeping anxiety that nobody wants me.
To get up and talk at a party and make a new friend
Instead of sitting on the couch waiting for it to end.
To have the energy and desire to live life while young
And not have friends who ruin your fun.
What is life without people? What is life without friends?
When is it time for my heart to makes amends
With the past so that I may enjoy the present
And anticipate the future without fear of relent
It’s as simple as doing it
Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 2Cleavepool's Revenge Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cleavepool woke when she felt a paw poke her side.
"What is it?" she grumbled.
"Leafpool, it's Firestar. Have you seen Brambleclaw? I cant seem to find the lazy furball."
Cleavepool's eyes shot open when she remembered what she did last night. She had killed Brambleclaw, and had swam his body out to the middle of the lake, where it slowly sunk into the blue-black murky water...
"No, Firestar. I haven't seen him. Maybe he went out to hunt?"
"Maybe. But I haven't seen him all morning."
"Well I'm sure he'll show up."
"Yeah, he probably will."
With those last few words, Firestar padded out of Cleavepool's den. She was about to go back to sleep, when she heard Firestar call a clan meeting.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Highledge for a clan meeting!"
Cleavepool grumbled as she got up and walked out into the clearing, the bright sunlight blinding her for a few seconds.
"Has anyone seen Brambleclaw?" Firestar asked.
The clan was silent. Everyone was looking
Dear DA, Is Our Art Not Beautiful?Dear DA,Dear DA, Is Our Art Not Beautiful?9 months ago in Letters More Like This
Is our work not beautiful? Left and right I see artists who slave over a camera, sketchbook, and keyboard endlessly in order to share the beauty of their creations and express themselves in the best way they know how. DeviantArt is a place for artists to find sanctuary and companionship with fellow artists, and yet we somehow become victimized. Some of the work focuses on the human body in its most natural state, our blank flesh canvas used to portray, inspire, and create. Like good little deviants many of us put warning on our works so that those who chose so may look away without incident, yet even then that’s not enough.
It’s truly amazing, it is, the hypocrisy that lies on this site. You say our work is inappropriate, yet your homepage is filled with pornographic pictures and sleaze. While, yes, there are quite a few that fall under the category of “artistic nude” many fail to meet the criteria that merges skin with art and are only used to objectif
NormalWhat is normal?Normal1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Normal is fitting in with the crowd, or sticking out.
Normal is going home to a loving family, or going home to a broken family. Maybe even no family at all.
Normal is listening to pop music. Or rap, metal, country, or indie.
Normal is dressing like everyone else, or dressing as one in a million.
Normal is finding a secure job, or taking a risk to follow your dreams.
Normal is being straight, or being gay. Or a lesbian. Or any other orientation.
Normal is acting your age, or being mature. Perhaps even holding onto the precious innocence of childhood.
Normal is having sex, or being a virgin.
Normal is drinking and doing drugs, or being straight edge.
Normal is playing a sport, or an instrument. Or having another type of hobby.
Normal is having a roof over your head, or struggling to get by.
Normal is being at the peak of health and physical fitness, or being lazy and having to deal with a terminal illness.
Normal is having clean water and food in your stomach, or having
To Who?Summary: A Family Guy (kind of anti-)fanfic. When karma strikes members of the Griffin family, they know just who to turn to in their times of need. Well kind of, anyway. One-shot.To Who?6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
To My Loving Daughter,
Hey, honey! Remember me? It's your daddy! Yeah...anyway, it's been a long time since we've seen each other, so I just thought I'd write. Oh, and you know, while I have you, I was wondering if you could send along a little money for Daddy? Daddy's special hospital bills are kind of steep, and the doctors are getting a little mad 'cause the Social Security won't cover everything. I try to tell 'em that I don't need to be here, but after Daddy's last little "accident," the judge just won't believe I can manage things on my own without your mother around. (And that stupid chicken's fuckin' Jew lawyer isn't make things any easier, let me tell you. Er, um, no offense to you and your new
The Darry that stole Christmas"Deck the halls with boughs of holly," Pony's voice rang through the living room as he hung up another Christmas bulb.The Darry that stole Christmas3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Fa la la la la, la la la la," Soda finished for him, stringing up tinsel around the big front window.
"Tis the season to be jolly,"
"Fa la la la la, la la la la,"
"Don we now," Pony started but was interrupted by a groan from Darry who came out of the kitchen.
"Will you two please stop singing, its bad enough your making our house look like something from a bad TV Christmas special, but singing too,"
The two younger Curtis's looked at each other then started snickering.
"Bah humbug," Darry muttered, in a sarcastic manner.
"Come on Darry, get into the spirit of things,"
"No," And the older male walked back into the kitchen.
Pony and Soda just kind of shrugged and went back to putting up the decorations. When they were done dinner was just about ready, so Darry walked back into the living room.
"Well what do you think?" Soda asked, coming to stand on one side
The Simpsons Theme Tune LyricsThe Simpsons Theme Tune Lyrics3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
HO-MER SIMP-SON / MARGE SIMP-SON / LI-SA / MA-GGIE / BART
SAN-TAS LI-TTLE HEL-PER
LE-NNY / CARL / SMI-THERS / M-R BURNS
KENT BROCK-MAN / BUMBLE-BEE MAN / KRUS-TY / SIDE-SHOW MEL
CO-MIC BOOK GUY
DIS-CO STU / PRO-FE-SSOR FRINK
MOE / MAYOR QUIM-BY
WI-GGUM / WI-LLIE
TE-RRI / SHE-RRI
SEY-MOUR / ED-NA K / SU-PER IN-TEN-DENT CHAL-MERS
U-TER / BLIN-KY THE FISH / JEB-E-DI-AH SPRING-FIELD / FAT TO-NY / SNAKE / GILL
A-PU / MAN-JU-LA / MISS HOO-VER
NEL-SON / MAR-TIN / O-TTO / JIM-BO / RALPH / DOLPH / KEAR-NEY
PA-TTY / SEL-MA
HER-MAN / MOLE-MAN / THE SEA CAP-TAIN
SIDE-SHOW BOB TER-WILL-I-GER AND REV-ER-END TIM LOVE-JOY
DOC-TOR HI-BBERT / DOC-TOR NICK
SLACK JAWED CLE-TUS
NED / ROD AND TODD FLAN-DERS
RA-DI-O AC-TIVE MAN / IT-CHY / SCRAT-CHY / POO-CHIE
TROY MC-CLURE / JAS-PER / KANG AND KODOS
Shattered TrustSlap!Shattered Trust2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Meg saw it coming before Persephone even raised her hand, just by the expression on her face. She didn't even try to block it, because after what happened tonight.....after what she had done.....she felt that she deserved it.
"YOU TRIED TO SLIP CHRIS A ROOFIE?!"
Meg's eyes began to well up, not because her face hurt - although the force of the blow had caused it to swell up considerably - but because of the look on her sister's face. Anger, disbelief.....betrayal.
"HOW CAN YOU EVEN THINK OF DOING SOMETHING SO DESPICABLE?! AND OVER SOME GUY?!"
"I - I'm sorry" Meg said weakly, cringing at the furious aura radiating from Persephone. "I just love him so much! But....he loves Chris...so-"
"So you thought you could win him over by letting him RAPE CHRIS?! Oh sure, brilliant plan, Meg! Who cares if Chris is scarred for life and that boy goes to jail?! As long as you get your man!"
Meg looked to the ground. There was nothing she could say to just
Bear in the Big Blue HouseThe Lost Episode Of Bear In The Big Blue HouseBear in the Big Blue House8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The camera moves in as fake trees are being pulled apart to reveal a very angry bear, (and all your favourite little characters, who are cowering away from the rampaging animal).
"What? Oh, you want me to sing now do y'a?" Bear seethed " well how bout a little song by greenday? (a.n. I don't actually know if this is by greenday, but I saw it on a website, or something like this). *BLEEP* YOUR MAMA, *BLEEP* YOUR DADA, AND LET ME GIVE YOU A *BLEEP* JOB." Bear screeched holding an invisible microphone his mouth.
"But Bear," Whispered a shaking Pip, "Those are bad words."
"Yeah bear," Muttered a trembling Pop," You could get cancelled for that."
"And you don't think that's the point?" Screeched Bear, as he shoved the two otters into the mailbox.
"Now, where was I? Oh, I remember. You kids stink, didn't I tell you to stay away from me?"
Bear walked into the kitchen and ripped the fridge door off its hinges. "What the **** Where are all my b
Everything Wrong With Sharkboy and LavagirlEverything Wrong With Sharkboy and Lavagirl1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-This film’s 3D is pants.
-Apparently most of this film was conceptualised by Robert Rodriguez’s kids, which would explain why it is so weird.
-The film opens with a quote said by a fictional character whom we have not met yet. What?
-Sharks are seen acting like dolphins.
-Sharkboy is separated from his dad, but why weren’t they in the same lifeboat, and why does Sharkboy look so emotionless about losing his father?
-Sharkboy is raised by sharks to learn their ways of life – so does that mean he ate people?
-Impossible gills, talons, shark fangs and fins. I know this is meant to be basically a dream the impossible movie, but half of this stuff was just thrown together with no explanation, balance or reasoning.
-Taylor Lautner was kind of cool before Twilight came along.
-Max “hides” Sharkboy in a giant fish tank in the bathroom. So what, his parents don’t even need to pee or show? I know this all in his head at the moment, but when fantasy and
10 Ways to Irritate Ponyboy1. Tell him the church being lit on fire was God punishing him and Johnny for smoking in the church.10 Ways to Irritate Ponyboy3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. Then add that since Johnny's cigarette lit the fire, God killed him. Then smile and wait for a reply.
3. Remind him that Bob's not around anymore, so the only reason Cherry doesn't want to be seen with him must be that there's something wrong with him.
4. Demand proof that his name is Ponyboy.
5. If he goes through a lot of trouble to find proof, say "I knew it! You owe me 10 bucks!" and stomp away.
6. If he easily provides proof, ask him how drunk his parents were at the time of naming him.
7. Tell him you read his english theme. If he replies, interrupt him and add that you thought it was disturbing and suggest a therapist.
8. If you see him on the street, walk up to him and ask for "A Pony boy". When he says so, ask him where the pony is. If he explains his name, reply you'd asked for someone to bring a pony as a kiddie ride for a birthday party. Give him dirty looks as you leave.
Coraline: Spoiled BratCoralineCoraline: Spoiled Brat6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Other Coraline 2s face was flushed red with frustration as the Other Mother, or better yet known as the Beldam entered the room.
Other Coraline 2 looked the weight of a baby killer whale! Her enormous stomach stuck out like she was 6-7 months pregnant, stretching the fabric of her dark blue star sweater. Her pudgey arms were thick and round like logs; her hips were massive and her backside jiggled around as if it were stuffed to the brim with fruit jelly. In place of her eyes were two large black buttons.
The Other Mother once again looked like the slender, curvy and overall beautified version of Mel Jones only with button eyes and wearing a silk black dress with white polka-dots.
"What is it sweetie pie pumpkin?" she responded in a syrupy voice.
Other Coraline 2 sat on the floor of the other worlds living room, looking miserably down at the empty pink box of chocolate bunnies. "It's just that I
Coraline: Perfect little girlPerfect little girlCoraline: Perfect little girl6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Beldam was hunched over the old worn table inside her private workshop, her equipment scattered about the table. Her appearance once again resembled that of Mel Jones but still tall and grotesque, much to most peoples horror.
Standing in the open doorway of the workshop was a young girl with blue hair in a dark blue star sweater. It looked like Coraline Jones? No, this was not the same Michigan girl whom defeated the Beldam only months ago. Coraline was not missing an arm, a leg, an eye patch or even had a black button eye.
What is it, Coraline? The Beldam asked the badly damaged and dishevelled Coraline look-alike with great annoyance, not turning around to face her. Cant you see that Im a little busy here, daughter?
Mother youve been in here for days. When will you come out?
The Beldam responded sharply, looking over her shoulder at Coraline,
Coraline - Midnight Talk"Coraline?"Coraline - Midnight Talk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mel wandered aimlessly in the dark atmosphere. There were no walls or floors - just a spacious black void that made chills run up her spine. This was more than unsettling. She was also alone. She had been calling out her husband and daughter's names for a while now. How long, she didn't know. But there had been no responses from anyone. This "place" was also noiseless, and with each passing second of utter silence, fear crept its way deeper into her heart.
"Coraline! Charlie!" she called, becoming frantic. "Where are you guys?!"
Again, there was no response.
The dark-haired woman stopped, allowing herself a moment to pause and think calmly. She placed a hand to her temple, realizing that her heavy breathing was causing her to become lightheaded. When her brain had stopped pulsating, she finally heard it. It was faint, but after ambling idly for so long (or what it seemed to be) in complete silence, her ears where suddenly well equipped to pick up the most muted s
Naming Darry((Set before the book, Mrs (new mum) Curtis speaks first))Naming Darry8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"--Well what's wrong with 'Darrell Shanye'?- Come on, it suits him!"
She looked down into the tiny bundle in her arms. Who could've thought, a few hours ago, this little guy was curled up inside her womb?
She turned back to her husband. He was still looking dubious.
"Li'l baby Darry Curtis?"
He pouted for a moment, contemplating this. After a while he smiled.
"Okay, okay- here's the deal. We go with your fav. for this one, so long as I get to name the next two more, eh?"
She cocked an eyebrow. Still grinning as her husband scooped baby Darry from her arms, she thought to herself silently.
After the pain this one caused me? -Like hell I'm having two more kids!!
The Devil and Meg Griffin 1Chapter One-The Devil and Meg Griffin 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"And the winner is...Meg Griffin!"
Despite the occasional jeers and mean-spirited, half-hidden boos that floated up to her from small regions of the student audience during afternoon Assembly, socially hapless Meg Griffin couldn't help but smile as she strode on stage.
Perfunctory applause soon drowned the jeers, however, as she nervously reached out and shook the reedy CEO's thin, soft hand, feeling a sudden rush, and accepting his sealed envelope. The letter inside that would open the social world to her.
"Thank you, Mr. Ragg," Meg gushed. "You won't be sorry. I'll make your magazine proud."
The Ballad of Meg Griffin (Chapter 1)Hi. I’m DJ FireFox. Before you ask, don’t worry this isn’t a suicide letter XP. It’s actually a fan fiction story of Family Guy (Which might be a future episode) that I‘ll be narrating. Enjoy!The Ballad of Meg Griffin (Chapter 1)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a normal day in the town of Quahog, Rhode Island and local housewife Lois Griffin was dropping off two of her kids off at James Woods Regional High School.
“Bye kids, have a nice day at school!” says Lois.
She drives away and Chris and Meg were about to head to their classes when Chris notices Meg looking upset. “What’s wrong, Meg?” he asks.
“*Sigh* Chris, do you that ‘Futurama’ is my favorite show?” Meg responds.
“Not really.” says Chris.
“Well, now that it’s over, I don’t have anything interesting to watch anymore.”
“You could always watch ‘Robot Chicken’ that’s always entertaining.”
“It’s not about the show, Chris, I just hate
''Don't Play in the Storm'', She Tells Me''Don't Play in the Storm'', She Tells Me3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Betilla did not like it when I went out during a storm. I remember how she panicked that time I went off to climb the Blue Mountains when a storm was forecast. It took me a while to understand, but looking back, I can see why. Being the hero, who had gone through so much to save the Valley from the reign of Mr. Dark, Betilla knew I was strong enough to survive out in bad weather, but a later incident made her much more wary. I will never forget that day either; I didn't think much of it until the weeks that followed.
The bad weather was already beginning that morning, it was windy and raining lightly and everyone in the Dream Forest was resting comfortably in their homes. Everyone except Tarayzan and I. We weren't afraid of a measly storm, I was a warrior and he lived in the outdoors. We ran freely through the forest, slipping on the muddy ground and wiping the rain from our eyelids as we jumped over the tree roots that protruded out of the ground. I didn't even care how wet of muddy m
AspieI have Asperger's Syndrome.Aspie4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even saying it makes me feel relief.
I'm not weird.
I'm not strange.
I'm not different.
Well, I am different.
But I'm different for a reason.
My brain is wired up differently.
My brain is square when everybody else's is round.
My brain has three layers and everybody else has eight.
I get worried when I don't know what I'm doing.
I get worried around lots of people.
I get worried if things change.
I'm bad at telling how people feel.
I'm bad at reading people's faces.
I'm bad at a lot of social things.
But I'm good at things too.
I'm good at Maths.
I'm good at Music.
I'm good at knowing right from wrong.
I was unhappy before I knew about my Asperger's.
I'm not happy now. But I am relieved.
I'm an Aspie.
And I'm sure about things that I wasn't sure about before.
7 - HeavenThe Shadowlands were a harsh place to grow up in, the eternal night that plagued the lands only tainting it further. Rogue vampires stalked the leafless woods, searching for easy prey whilst werewolves ran free. No one chose to live here; they were trapped whilst humans enjoyed the spoils of Iann, but just because it was an elaborate prison didn't mean that it was all bad.7 - Heaven4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a long run in search for some food with some of the other pack members, the Alpha found himself tired as he stretched. His wolf form had faded back to his human, blood coating his naked skin but the werewolf didn't care for his nudity. He held an impressive frame, brown hair caught in ragged waves about his features matching the fierce creature that lurked behind his amber eyes. But although he was a killer, a hunter and one that had performed terrible deeds on others, as he pushed into his cave his expression only softened to one that could have calmed a frightened rabbit cornered by it's hunter.
Party at Joe'sThe sun was slowly going down, and the party on the seashore outside Joe's lunch bar was still as exciting as it was when it started. Lights, banners and streamers covered the usually small and easy-to-miss diner. People had come from all around the valley to the seaside bar outside the Caves of Skops to celebrate the birthday of the friendly green extra-terrestrial who had arrived in the area a few years ago. Joe was turning 132 years old, in his species' years, but to everyone else he was just turning 21. Rayman, being the world's hero, was actually sort of glad to not be the center of attention for once. Most of Joe's friends were over talking to him, giving him colourfully wrapped gifts or taking food and drinks from the appropriately named 'food and drinks table'. Rayman was standing alone, leaning against the side of the giant-seashell-like diner, fiddling with some odd looking toy he found washed up on the shore outside his home earlier that day. After cleaning it a bit, he hadParty at Joe's3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Coraline - Mother's Day"A little red, for the heart...and a little green for a few swirls," Coraline Jones dictated as she drew on a piece of white construction paper. She was in her room at her desk putting the finishing touches on her Mother's Day card.Coraline - Mother's Day6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"There," she said in a satisfied tone. She held the finished card in the air to examine it properly, "what do you think?"
Coraline's best friend, Wybie Lovat, sat on her bed with Cat on his lap. He looked over the card and then nodded his head in approval.
"Looks great, Jonesy. Your mom's gonna love it!"
"Hope so, I worked really hard on it. I even made it so it opens like a pop-up book, see..." she ventured as she quickly demonstrated the function of her card. It was a rather pretty card with long, green swirls and a giant red heart in the middle.
Coraline smiled dearly at her hand-made creation and then skidded to her bedroom door.
"C'mon, Wybourne, let's go see the look on her face when she sees this beauty!"
"Sure," agreed Wybie as he carried the blac
Craig Hoffman Stalks Meg?June 10th (night before performance at the Showplace Arena)...Craig Hoffman Stalks Meg?6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Griffin family arrive at an Executive Inn and Suites hotel around 3:00 in the morning, tired, exhausted, but happy because they delivered the most electrifying and outstanding performance of a lifetime. Their tour bus pulls up outside of the Executive Inn and Suites parking lot. Luckily, everyone is asleep and there is no commotion
or crowd to mob the the family. Chris carries his Gibson Les Paul guitar in with him, because like Dethklok's Skwisgaar Skwigelf, Chris plays random guitar chords like
there's no tomorrow, and at 15 years old, Chris can play like a pro...
Lois: "Okay, kids, you wait here while I go get our room."
Chris: "Boy, I hope we're right next to the swimming pool!"
Stewie: "Oh God, yes, last time we went to get a room, we had to drive off because it was ransacked and there were two dead people in the floor of the shower..."
(What-if sequence referencing Rob Zombie's "The Devil's Rejects..." Stewie come
Wybie and CatWybie Lovat was running around the house after his grandma, desperately pleading as he did so. Wybie was seven years old and just begging for a pet, but his grandma refused him every time.Wybie and Cat6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wyborne, how many times have I told you, were not getting a pet! she told him sternly.
But gramma! the seven-year-old protested. Everyone in the first grade has a pet! Im not asking for a dog or anything, I just want something! Im the only one! His lower lip quivered and his eyes widen to the fullest extent that they possibly could.
Ms. Lovat turned around and sighed. Wyborne, Im sorry. she murmured as she crouched down and put her hand on her grandsons shoulder. I just dont have time to help you care for a pet.
Wybie frowned. But Ill take care of it! You dont have to do a thing except help me pay for food and stuff! he promised as he began to hop excited