Mias and Elle - Chapter 5Too flustered from the dream and startled by Mias' sudden appearance to reply, Elle just clutched at her heaving chest and glared at him, detesting his presence more than she ever had before. She looked at him and felt exposed and violated. Even though her logic told her that it could not have actually happened, the surge of terror and adrenaline was causing her to have difficulty deciphering dream from reality.Mias and Elle - Chapter 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hugging the sheets up to her shoulders, Elle looked away from him to avoid any eye contact. Looking into Mias' eyes was just something she could not ever bring herself to do, and she hated how it emphasised her fear of him.
"Something the matter, pet?"
"No," She sputtered harshly. "Sod off."
Just don't look at him... Why was it so hard?
The sound of Mias clicking his tongue at her in disapproval was perhaps just, but only served to make her even more uncomfortable. Though he was only being his usual cocky self, she could not help but feel that he knew exactly what was go
Elle and Mias: Chapter 20Elle's fingers slowly turned her teacup around in her hands that afternoon as she watched the horses in the pasture. The owners of the estate, a middle aged couple who bred and trained horses as a full time hobby, offered them lunch on the veranda, which Mias and Elle gratefully accepted.Elle and Mias: Chapter 203 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ares had been unhitched from the coach and allowed into the pasture with the other horses, but his sights remained focus on the white mare he had been introduced to earlier. He trotted behind her, whinnying and trying to catch her attention, but the mare never once replied and simply kept putting distance between them.
"She doesn't seem to care for him at all," Elle commented.
"The owners told me she was a difficult filly to break," Mias said before chewing on a bit of bread.
"Maybe she just doesn't like the idea of being forcibly paired with a mate she barely knows," Elle suggested, her tone hinting at the parallels between the horse and herself.
Mias looked at her for a moment before chuckling, "I s
Elle and Mias: Chapter 14The moment Mias and Elle entered their quaint little room in the local inn, the sorcerer's confident demeanor fell and he stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on top of it. He was breathing heavily and holding his shoulder. Pain surged through his entire body, the effects of the pain relief medicine he took earlier that evening were wearing off and he couldn't bear to maintain his smug composure.Elle and Mias: Chapter 143 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle folded her arms across her chest and sighed. She had predicted he'd once again do something reckless to save his pride, but this was so plainly idiotic that Elle questioned his sanity. Still, it wouldn't sit well with her if she let him suffer, no matter how much a part of her desired it.
Mias' fingers fumbled with a vial he pulled out of his robes. He uncorked the tube and downed the contents eagerly, despite the bitter taste of the medicine. He wiped the excess fluid from his lips and rolled onto his back. He took control of his breathing and within a few minutes the pain soothed away
butterfly effectbutterfly effect4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who would have thought this feeling could exist,
my heart aflutter at her batted lash?
what tempest has her love let loose, what mist
has come to pass over my mind? a crash
of breaths like sailors drawn by siren song
have kissed my shores of lung with weary ships.
their bodies pass on through as ghosts along
the rivers of my mind. by this eclipse
of thought, a chaos theory map unfurls,
my crescent lips, to guide the men within
Coffee HouseWords effervese emotions,Coffee House3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
evaporating every ounce of need from the soul,
wafting towards the rafters,
and overlooking the lonely below.
Their hands hold temporary comfort,
while lips burn against fleeting passion found,
of flavored promises,
brewed from hope, blackened and ground.
masks the bitterness here,
in the house of coffee and fears.
a thousand daysthe sky was an endless seaa thousand days3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of grey and white and lost sailors
those who knew no better
who had no one to miss them
i had not seen the sun in days
months, years, decades or lifetimes
bathed myself in cold, murky water
because i was a lost sailor
who knew no better
and had no one to miss me
your skin in the spring light and
brown hands wrapped around mine,
lingering kisses in the dark
and your smile, stretched across
a canvas of hope and second chances
washed away those thousand days;
showed me that the sun is not hidden
i just didn't know where to look
New RoutineHe died before I finished breakfast.New Routine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My daily routine of black coffee
I cannot forget.
His eyes in that grainy photograph
pierced the center of my conscience,
Like he knew
I had skipped the front page and
went straight for the "Personals"
brandishing a harsh red pen.
The radio was silent
like the nothing in my mind
when I finally saw it
chronologically playing out:
and a single final phrase
I've changed since.
The flavor of remorse never left my mouth.
I only have black coffee now
Eggs make me feel guilty
I never really told him-
"Sorry I didn't love you enough".
32the was the kind of girl323 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that you watched from afar;
striking, but not beautiful.
dangerous, but not scary.
i don't want you to talk"you're being stupid, you know."i don't want you to talk4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"yeah? and why is that?"
"you're letting him go. that's stupid."
"i thought you didn't like him, robby."
"i don't...but you always have. every text i've ever gotten, every three-hour phone call...they've been for him, about him. you were obsessed with describing his lemon-lime chapstick, his vanilla cologne, the curly-q strands of his bangs. you were heels-over-elbows obsessed, lor. so what changed?"
"...i woke up."
"to a sunrise illuminated by your smile. you've always been here for me, robby. you've listened to my laugh and you've let me cry. i woke up to your texts on my phone, your good-morning messages. i went to bed with your wishes for beautiful dreams and your face haunting the backs of my eyelids. yeah, i was obsessed with him...but he never cared the way you always have."
"i...i don't know what to say."
Funny,Right?In a strange way,I'm kind of proud. Two months. Two months of wanting to die,two months ofFunny,Right?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
having to lie,and no one suspects a thing. Two months, 59 days, and a certain amount of
hours, minutes, seconds that I won't bother to puzzle out. Who cares, right? Who cares how
long I've been hurting?
No one, obviously. Maybe it's just me, but I find it rather funny. Really.
Incredibly, insanely funny, the way I go about each day dropping subtle hints, giving
them glimpses of the scars all over my arms, let them catch me inflicting harm, walk in
while I'm curled up in the corner, clawing and biting at my arms like a madwoman. And they
still think I'm perfectly fine. Ha! Funny,right?! Right!?
DrowningI.Drowning3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've been on edge for weeks, the iron in my veins has been spinning,
rifling the walls, spiraling but not descending,
me, I am
hurricane synapses and tornado mind.
Me, I am
the fool on the precipice
beneath the eroding edges, beneath
me, I am.
cracked, red clay,
empty air, and
I've been on edge for weeks, the iron in my veins has been circling
like vultures, waiting to coat my organs.
Beating, beating, beating on iron walls;
me, I am
a bell now.
Speechless The lives of two young girls rested in Jonathan's hands. Whether they lived or died was all up to the next words that he said. He had always known that this day would come; he'd had nightmares about it almost every night for the past few months. The law, which proclaimed that every man must act as Judge in court on the day of his 18th birthday, had dragged at Jonathan's mind and heart, filling him with dread.Speechless3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In a way, he was a tad relieved that the 9th of April had come so quickly, because now he would no longer feel the panic of the impending trial but, at the same time, he was horrified. This day would surely haunt him for life.
Jonathan sat in a stone chair, carved into the stone of a pedestal that rose high above the court which was literally held in a courtyard. From his perch, he surveyed the people who had gathered below him on the mottled, grey cobblestone. On Jonathan's left were several palace guards, staring
Internet Etiquette: Lesson 1Internet Etiquette: Lesson 14 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
LESSON 1: BE RESPECTFUL
It is necessary to begin the series of internet etiquette with learning to be respectful, because if you can master this basic step, you won't have any trouble with the others. Being respectful on the internet is just as important as being respectful in real life. However, it is considerably harder to respect others on the internet due to the fact that you aren't engaging in actual conversation, and because there are no instantaneous, direct consequences to what you do or say. Respect, as it pertains to a community like deviantART, can be shown in two basic ways: 1) by what you say to others, and 2) by the kind of work you make and feature. Both areas of deviantART interaction will be broken into two parts and briefly discussed.
PART ONE: SPEAK POLITELY
Humans are designed for face-to-face social contact; anything else just isn't the same. People tend to be much more crass,
After The ShowLook at me, all dressed up for a concertAfter The Show3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My gloves don't match my orange coat.
It's freezing out, not that I really care much
But my boots aren't keeping my feet warm.
I watch the snow as it falls
In the orange glow of a streetlight
And lean on the hood of my car
Staring in awe like a little Koala bear in NYC.
Take a look at me
See how my hair catches snowflakes
My eyes shine in the winter night
And my breath fogs as I hum gently my favorite tune.
Look at me, pristine as the snowfall
Clean and white in all of my thoughts
Innocent in my heart and emotions
While I watch that tiny miracle that comes from snow.
Look at me and remember
All the words I said
All of the things I did
And realize how much you miss it, want it back.
Look at me, see me meet your eyes
And climb into my car hastily and drive away
Because I can't stand seeing you
Holding her hand.
Look at her now and realize
She's not what you want, not anymore.
What you want just drove away
In a Mitsubishi SUV in an orange coat.
UninspiredAs uninspiring as bread crumbs are,Uninspired4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A witty girl thought up a story,
And people clapped their hands.
They granted Hansel a wooden horse,
And Gretel a bow for her hair.
And people can say that the horse was magic,
But isn't that a bore?
And people can say Gretel was gorgeous,
Because her bow casts wishes,
And isn't that something you heard before?
Or maybe a mouse stole their breadcrumbs,
To feed his family,
Who lived in the royal court,
Of a handsome prince,
Or maybe the lady who welcomed the lost,
And smuggled them into her stove,
Was really an illusion,
And was a wall in the other world.
The wall was so tall that no one could climb it,
So they blasted through the bricks,
And all they found,
(behind the rubble)--->
Was an uninspiring bunch of breadcrumbs.
A Corpse a Bride and a FuneralIn satin cream, from head to toe,A Corpse a Bride and a Funeral4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Veil and lace disturb the peace,
Of soft fine curves.
No one notices (or they don't care),
Seeing her face doesn't make her there.
She's not there,
Not a soul knows,
This room is full of ice cold bone.
So sweet and delicately limp; lifeless,
But alive with ember eyes,
Blood stained hands from yesterday's sins,
Thus creating her demise.
In the night they say "don't listen,"
For you cannot recall what has become,
Of the woman we once loved.
The woman we once loved,
Tattered and torn with trickery up clear sleeves,
When you sleep she finds you and troubles you in your dreams.
You spoke to the night,
When they told you naught;
However your bride,
Is forever lost.
That day in black, she gouged her eyes,
You watched her fall in denial,
Buried in white (some call it red),
Forevermore still, on her death bed.
The Doll with Moth WingsThe Doll with Moth Wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The day's sun was iron
The night's moon is cotton
Wipe the sleep from your eyes, love,
but not from your voice
Let me hear the peace exempt from the day
Did you get out of the rain
before the dust washed off your wings?
The Death of BirdsFragments of feathers drop off her wings like tears.The Death of Birds3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her wings are growing naked.
And her body isn't growing at all.
Birdseed is irrelevant these days.
And trying to fly away doesn't seem to work
Stuck on the ground and in a rut she encircled her own self in.
She collapses under the air heaver than her.
And then the shadows take her.
And she doesn't wake up anymore.
And the last feather is ripped out of her hollow-boned, naked wing.
Candles"I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... Oliver, I am in love with you. Do you love me?...ugh! No, you don't."Candles4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up an hour ago, at my typical time, somehow in the same position as yesterday morning, nearly in his face, but closer because I could feel his breath in my own face. For a while, I tried to fall back asleep so he'd wake up to me right there. But I fail to do so, so I go back to my pillow and begin talking to myself, but really him. Part of me wants him to wake up in the middle of my ramblings, but I'm also sure I will die on the spot if he does.
"I love you," I say simply, tasting the words in my mouth. Then I try to say the same thing, only with different inflections to test which sounds best. "I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... Oliver Hastings, I am madly in love with you. I think you're in love with me...ugh
Dollface"Ad-ler," calls my boss from th back room, just as I'm pushing open the front door to leave.Dollface4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dear Lord, what does she want now? It's time for our lunch break. "Yes, ma'am?" I lead the kids and the dog to stand outside and rush back inside to see what she wants. "Is there something you wanted?"
"Well, of course. Why else would I call you in here?"
To push my buttons. My boss is a thick woman with prematurely graying hair who complains about everything I do. And just me. I'm glad she doesn't ride Jimmy about any little mistakes, but I wish she would let off on me. If I fold something wrong, she goes off on a rant for half an hour, sometimes causing us to be late, and deducting us of our pay.
"Okay. What do you need me to do?"
"Your job!" she snaps. She looks at me hard, as if expecting me to snap back, but I never do because it could cost me the job. So she continues. "I have a delivery for you to make. It's a rush order because the client just called in to bring it over immediately."
My RealityI've lost everything.My Reality4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When most people say that during this time, they just mean they lost all of their money, savings, house, property and any other material things. Things that don't really matter, or at least to me they don't. Nine times out of ten, they still have a lot compared to me. When I say I've lost everything, I'm not being hyperbolic. I have no family, no friends, no home, no money, no anything really. Besides my life of course. But that's pretty much it.
I lost my mother about four years ago after she fell ill one day. I was never told what disease or virus took her from me because she didn't want to scare me. At the time I was thirteen. We were gardening in the back yard in her flower patch. How she loved gardening, and I loved spending time with her. It was the perfect day outside, the sun shining, the breeze easy. And I was instructed to fetch the watering can from the front yard, but by the time I returned, she was out cold on the ground. I immediately call
hotels and whorehousesgirlshotels and whorehouses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a voice says, 'ciao bella'.
butterflies on cards, the lot of them
vague beige, walls falling in their minds
seeds of the skyline growing
in the heat of the night
and the television hookers
sweating on the screen
invisible pains for the visibly disappearingi am a rush of abandon,invisible pains for the visibly disappearing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
can you see me when i arch my back,
turn my head,
stretch my legs out
in the bluish light?
what is it like,
to see the face of a lover
in a crowd,
in a room,
soft moments and memories
holding up the ballooning smiles
like nitrous oxide?
what is it like,
when flames crown in your chest,
when your whole face lights up
in the dark of his eyes,
when you go to dinner?
i sit behind you,
in economics, in biology,
pressing my fingertips against
the freezing windows,
leaving evanescent prints.
total financial collapse,
homeostasis, molecular composition,
and you are smiling at him,
the windows are leering at me,
the snow outside falls in weeping, lurching sobs.
we are all holding our breath.
i curl my toes, suck in my cheeks,
stare at the rosy, raw knobs of my knuckles.
your hands connect to him like a life source. periodically touching f