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Prelude Walk StillPrelude Walk Still4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Prelude (compatible with mac speech) real spelling of my second main character's name: Yamazu
Spelling compatible with mac speech: Yah-mah-Zoo
It's been a while since either one of us has spoken; concentration and focus fill the room.
A voice comes from the dark, I have my eyes closed.
"Do you have your place of peace yet?" they ask.
"Yes," as I say this I look around the place my mind has brought up, it has a nice shallow glow from the sun making everything look shaded perfectly. The feeling of warmth surrounds me, I feel so comfortable. The plants are plentiful and lively all around me. Towering trees cover the sky and hide it from my
Path to a HeartPath to a HeartPath to a Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Vows, unspoken admission into your heart
A kiss, showing her the door to your heart
Love, the key unlocking a heart
Eternity, her time within the heart
Navigating, finding, the pieces of his soul
Time spent within his heart, well used
Inevitably that secret hiding within,
Never being known, will be uncovered
Even if the keeper doesn't wish it
Sacred promises, even holy ones
Do wish to one day be revealed to her.
All the time she used exploring your depths,
You know she'll only uncover what she already knew.
FrUK - MaybeThey were in a smooth expanse of lush green hills, water lapped down at the edge of a golden beach and squawking seagulls circled overhead. Only a faint breeze was present in the air and the gentle warmth of a summer just beginning.FrUK - Maybe2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mon chérie?" Francis Bonnefoy asked, the personification of France, just into his early adolescent years by appearance. His hair was cut longer than the other countries and his bright blue eyes sparkled with promise. Even at that age he knew he was irresistable.
Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England, at that time just a mere infant appearance wise, scowled up at the Frenchman, his scruffy blonde
La bella bambinaLa bella bambina2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Non scoraggi l'eterna follia
Non scoraggi la nera genia
del nostro cuore adombrato
Non il lume dell'ira e
del vecchio il carme
del giovane il pianto
la bella bambina
cinta delle timide foglie
della speranza fiorente
porta il nome del sogno
ma mai la tocchino
le nebbie del mondo.
Hey John.Hey John.Hey John.3 years ago in Letters More Like This
How's it going up there?
I know we never met, but you have made an enormous impact in my life. You taught me to love,to never be afraid to stand up for what's right, and to give peace a chance.
You passed away 17 years before I was born.
You'll never know me, and you'll never know millions of other fans all around the globe. You've made infathomable impacts in so many people's lives.
They say you can't miss what you never had, but that's a lie. I missed an oppurtunity to meet you because of my inconveniently late birth. I never had the oppurtunity, yet I miss it.
I'd like to think that we could've been friends. Sadly, I'l
witnessi have an urgewitness4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to cut myself
slice my stomach
in front of them
let them witness
the pain i go through
day after day.
show my way of coping
did you love me?i thought you meant itdid you love me?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you said you loved me
but as everyday goes on
i find you didn't care
you told me what i wanted to hear
not what i needed to hear
i suppose if you did that to me
then i meant nothin to you in your world
The Prince Of Orange Star CH13The Prince Of Orange Star CH132 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Prince of Orange Star: I'm Alive
I don't own a damned thing besides the Original Characters created specifically for this Fan Fiction.
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Walking in, groggily as ever, was the dark haired Prince. It had a been almost a month since he had been to school and he really wasn't looking forward to the mountains of make up work he was surely to have. After a collection of oddities that had piled up over at home, he was finally given the O.K. to go back to school without any worries. He wondered how exactly everyone would welcome him back, if they even noticed his sudden disappearance. He really missed his friends and everyone he had
21st Century Cure?To "Iodine",21st Century Cure?3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I'd just like to say that you changed my life, although I'm not sure if you know that you did. I won't delve too much into how or why though, it's more of a personal matter really. But suffice to say that, without your seemingly random friend request (yes we knew someone in common, still was random) I would have never known what I do now. You showed me how misconstrued my perceptions of things were, and it opened my mind.
Shortly after you would help me by listening and providing advice, even giving an important piece of insight that I believe will become essential as time goes by. I know later you got disappointed due to some
Shoulda, Woulda, CouldaTo mom,Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Well due to our "confrontation" about certain events back in November I really don't have too much to say, but what I haven't said I wish I could and would. I'm worried though that you won't be as "ok" with things as you may seem however, which is why I hold my tongue for the time being.
You already figured out some of this, due to a bit of snooping and my own mistakes in making a profile. But there's still more that's left unsaid. And as I learn more about myself each day that just adds to it. Really you know about 10% about me, if even that. And your my mom so I wish I could just let loose and tell you it all. But I still worry I
Junko's Story: Chapter 2Junko's Story: Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Headstrong." That's my father called me.
"Bold." That's my mother called me.
"Idiot", is what I call myself. I never thought as myself as that until now.
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When the opal shroud of night completely veiled the sky, and I was perched on the roof of the tower, I spotted my friend Dar coming down the silvery moonlit road. He wasn't hard to miss; he was short and thin, very boyish looking, though he was pushing nineteen.
"Hey Jun, it's me!" he called waving.
I scoffed; he was practicing the other language again.
"Speak Centran!" I shouted back.
"Hey, no need t
Morage Writing ApplicationMorage Writing Application2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
PMD-explorers Writing App
Writing Application Sheet
Team Name: Morage
Guild Leaders: ___Rogues _✔_Merchants ___Rescuers
Leader Information
Name and Species: Rai ==> Riolu
Nature: Brave, Strong willed
Gender: Male
Strengths: Does what has to be done when it comes to it, never backs down, isn't afraid to make decisions, takes charge
Weaknesses: His sight in his left scarred eye is a bit worse than his other, doesn't talk about his feelings and problems, baby pokémon.
Moves: Sky uppercut, cross chop, double team, agility
Accessories: Red scarf
Second Member Information
Name an
DarkNo one, no one can hurt youDark3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
always cloaked in darkness
you stare blankly at midnight stars
waiting for the moon to shine
These lonely tracks, no where to hide
tears falling from the sky
I wonder why, you had to die
In my arms I held you I sheltered your
lies are like knives in the wind
One bad move it's the end
Rainbow AngelYou gave me an angelRainbow Angel3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Oh, how sweet and precious he used to be
Before dust and dirt covered his crystal wings
With hate, shame and cruelty
Suddenly he cannot fly
Bounded to the earth
Longing to die
All alone
Left by me
Left by you
Lying on shattered memories of love
Murdered in agony
They oppose reality ... Change destiny .... Create fear ... Uncertainty
In world so straight
Like line of soldiers in bloody nest
Waiting for bird of death
To carry them to their eternal rest
You gave me an angel
Printed with colours of rainbow
Printed with tears harder than stone
Under my head, below my elbow
Now I´m staying out of the
SH. Hinata-murderer:Family CH3SH. Hinata-murderer:Family CH32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What's written in -...- means a person talking.
I should apologize that my stories has a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes, but that's just something I can't control… So I APOLOGIZE about it…
Please don't get angry about it..!
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Hinata is a murderer: Family Ch3.
Destroy Konoha!? Hinata repeated in her head.
Konoha was a country for which Hinata fight all these years and now she had an opportunity to destroy it.
–I… I could join you, but… - Hinata took a breath for a moment. –But? – Repeated Sasuke. –But i
Too late_.Too late_.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I waited too long that the autumn leaves
changed into all the colours they possibly
could and cluttered the streets.
The bitter crackling noises quietly
mocked me as I walked over the
leaves, crushing them into tinier pieces.
Winter's blizzards were no match
for the frostbite that punctured my
wasted heart.
Dare I say, without your love
my heart felt colder than snow. Even
the snowman was better off and he
had no soul.
As bright and arduous
as the summer sun,
its heat waves cannot melt away the
feelings I had grown towards you.
…
In a battered, old box, I had
stored the countless handwritten letters
that I had never
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a mo
Sta.sh
