Civil Disobedience"Let me advise you, my dear young friend-nay, let me warn you with all seriousness-that should you leave these rooms you will not by any chance go to sleep in any other part of the castle. It is old, and has many memories, and there are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely. Be warned! Should sleep now or ever overcome you, or be like to do, then haste to your own chamber or to these rooms, for your rest will then be safe. But if you be not careful in this respect, then "Civil Disobedience2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Jonathan was not a brazen man. He wasn't on par with some of the men he'd gone to school with, the ones who dived off treacherous cliffs and swam with enormous and carnivorous fishes to entertain themselves. He was usually content to spend a day seated in a
101 Ways To Kill your teachers 101 Ways To Kill Your Teachers101 Ways To Kill your teachers5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
*dont try this at home*
*try it at a friends house or at school*
1. Poison their coffee/tea
2. Ask them to help you, when they bend over, stab them
3. When they are on duty accidentally throw a rock at their head
4. Shoot them
5. Hide at the back of the classroom and shoot them
6. Poison their apple/lunch
7. Shoot them with a poisonous dart
8. Put a length of wire on the door when their about to walk in
9. Put a guillotine on their office door
10. Do a project on the guillotine and ask the teacher to help demonstrate how it works
11. Push them out of a window at the top H or M block
12. In science accidently spill deadly poison on them
13. In science accidently set them on fire
14. In Society and History make a model catapult and practice aiming
15. Practice archery in class
16. Practice your new circus act knife throwing and ask for a volunteer
17. In PE - Baseball
18. Accidently stab them in
Thank you...Thank you...Thank you...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For making me laugh when I wanted to cry
For helping me live when I wanted to die
For being with me when I feared being alone
For holding my hand and walking me home
We were two parts of one mind
Finished the other's sentences
But now you're gone, no end my words ever find
But secretly I know you're not really dead
You're just living in my head.
You were one of the best friends I ever found
And I will miss you for every single day that I have left.
I hope you find happiness wherever you are, and I'm sorry you couldn't find it in this life.
Ever Wanted?Ever wanted to just curl up and die?Ever Wanted?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn off the lights?
Or kiss the world goodbye?
Bill Kaulitz QuotesNo matter how sick she is or how bad she's looking at the moment, you still see her as the most beautiful person in the world. And if you're really in love, you don't care about all the other girls that are standing in line for you. You don't want another night with any person. You just want her.Bill Kaulitz Quotes4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We are definitely four good reasons not to have children
You know...being on stage..in front of so many fans, is the best thing in the whole wide world
When Tom and I were young, we could stay up and go out later than most kids our age but we never misused it. I never came back home drunk and threw up on my mothers feet
Always remember, believe in today, believe in tomorrow, believe in yourself, and whatever happens, don't jump."
And the next song is a very personal song. I wrote this one to just give some help. And I just wanted to say, whatever happens... believe in you, believe in life, believe in tomorrow, believe in everything you do, any time. And this is Don't Jump.
I choose red because
DA Name, comp! 30 points!Fancy winning yourself 30 points? - Just submit me a name!DA Name, comp! 30 points!2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I'm a photographer, although I really enjoy writing little stories, poems, and other small pieces. I'd love to make myself another deviantART Account to submit my writing and expand as a writer & also take some photographs that match my stories.
If you think you know what my new account could be called then Suggest your entry below!
Maximum 3 enteries per DA Account.
Winner is picked by me
the deadline is 26/01/2012
whywhy must we dream,why2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when in life their are hardly any,
when we awake,
we wish for sleep,
but in sleep we wish for awake,
wouldnt it be better to be in between,
to be happy, and to know that it is real,
not a dream
Win yourself some points!C O N T E S TWin yourself some points!2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
I'm really bored, and I have a few points lounging around that I'd like to give away to people if they can win my contest.
All you have to do is unscramble the words. ~ these words are related to me
here we go..
- n a c o n
- g r p t p y o h o a h
- t a r u n e
- s m i n a l a
- d a t e l i
- d a c p e l n s a e
- c o t b e o r
- p e h l o e o t t
- c m a o r
- t u f r e r e n d s v o f a r
- m i a l l w i
it has things to do with my personal life, my hobby, my deviantart life and my outside life.
20 points to the winner.
10 points to second place.
5 points to third place.
20 points - AngelArt123
10 points - YellowHusky23
5 points - Jazz-girl-4ever
i can't tell you, or my hearti can't tell you, or my heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't tell if:
this heart pain is a side effect
of the music or the medicine
i can't tell if:
these tears are real
or just placebos to distract me
from the real problem
i can tell that:
this poetry is a result of you
Black Label rough draft scriptThe Deathlings: Black LabelBlack Label rough draft script4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
© 2010 Ian Struckhoff
Summary - A Deathling, The Nameless Cowboy, breaks into a series of apartments in the City of Fog, looking for something. Once he discovers the right place, he leads a group of refugees there-- and we see that he chose it as a safe place well-stocked with cigars, whiskey, water, and a bit of food. (Cowboys and Zombies!)
Black Label -
The Man with No Name - (TMWNN in this script) - A Deathling who used to be a cowboy. He's gruff, unshaven, and scarred. He doesn't have a name, but he does have guns.
The Undead - Hordes of zombies and other undead. They range from the recently-dead, to the horrifically rotting, to skeletons. Can also include undead fantasy creatures, vampires, wraiths, etc.-- but only rarely if at all in this story.
The Refugees - Five pour lost souls lost in a world of fog and zombies. Ideally, it shouldn't be entirely clear whether they are modern poor people or medieval peasants. Just that they are poor
Love in the Crimson MoonlightOceans of sea foam green lavished in bronze specs that reflect the light of the sun Or, meadows that extend to the heavens above garnished with an amber sky? His eyes were so difficult to describe in her mind, let alone put on paper. She wished to pour her bleeding, melting heart onto parchment the moment she got a glimpse into his shockingly emerald eyes. Just passing him by in the corridor of the mansion, or serving him his morning cup of tea made her spine tremble in weakness; her knees wobble nearly to the breaking point. She could fall so far, though the marble floors themselves, into an eternal and everlasting binding that was contained within the poison of Cupid's arrow. Embedded in her veins, the felling coursed through her, pumping vivacious fluid through the paths of her body like the a raging river, sparking her already aloof senses; she noticed more: the way he sipped his tea, the way he looked out the window every morning, as if mystified by the birth of tLove in the Crimson Moonlight2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You Know You're ObsessedYou Know You're Obsessed5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
...With HIM and Ville Valo When:
1. Tattooing the portraits of dead poets on your body makes perfect sense.
2. You know EXACTLY what DILLIGAF means.
3. In fact, you might even have DILLIGAF somewhere on your skin.
4. November 22nd is an International holiday and should be celebrated by all.
5. If you see anything with a heartagram on it, you either buy it, or resist the urge because your house is already covered in them.
6. Your favorite colors are red, black, and purple. And sometimes hot pink.
7. You know who Daniel Lioneye actually is.
8. Someone says Our Lord and you instantly say, Oh, youre a fan of HIM, too?!
9. You considered purchasing a chicken foot.
10. $50 seems completely reasonable for a Limited Edition CD.
11. Your internet screen name has one or more of the following in it- heartagram, 666, 616, Valo, razorblade, sin, poison, redemption, or any other HIM lyric reference.
12. Getting Ville Valos water bottle at a concert is the eq
Awkward Times Call For...I am sorry.Awkward Times Call For...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have lost the pen that I'd been using.
You know, that black gel one
that flows a river of ink?
Now your pages will be mismatched;
an okapi in literature form.
ImageAn image is fluidImage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and refuses to stagnate.
As you see it, it changes,
ever after different,
no more what you once perceived.
Eight parts of ten,
muscles hard as stone
dance under caramel canvas.
Three shy on twenty,
a pale expanse covers
hills of goo.
insults like water on duck feathers,
now sits in tears,
unable to cope.
Outgoing and eccentric,
is soon hidden and tamed.
The flamboyant joy
turns to a shell of one's self.
The image of an author
changes every day.
Gone is the stable,
welcome, the quaking.
windstorms and labworkafflatus, inflatus, my morning globe,windstorms and labwork1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
as lithe as your impermanence.
and home! dread homes! are rabbit dugs,
spoonholed piles of mexican brick
where nothing ever touches down,
nothing here alive receives
the plains’ poor offering of gypsy light,
the ugly wind that meets the mudline.
1. a mottled fence
2. and how these storms hold faceless teeth
that slat their eyes through butter-wood
then purge their guts on wintered florets
4. some freshly headless nativities,
their polyethylene skirts upturned
from violent sacks
5. and knowing i’m a souless
i lick at what is manifest
beneath your hair
each poison tab
and religious studies
i know, i know you never mean
but do not say “live for yourself”.
i’ve come online to see the god
that came before me.
we are so poorly married
like bookend spines of Plath and Hughes
up on the shelf
Short Story: Crimson DragonTown of FloraShort Story: Crimson Dragon2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Continent of Odin
Lana walked through the town desperately trying to find some money. She just lost a bet earlier and not a single coin was left on her wallet. Lana sighed, tousling her long blonde hair in irritation. The town of Flora is home for outlaws. Outlaws that are not just strong but also cunning. And for an elf like her who doesn't have much physical advantage except for her speed, dealing with them is similar to suicide. Her only hope is if she'll be able to find an outsider who happened to have just passed by to their town.
Suddenly, from the entrance gate of Flora, a tall man carrying a very tough presence paced slowly towards her. She can tell that he's an outsider because he'd never seen him before.
Dressed in a black cloak, his entire body is mostly covered in bandages and his head is concealed by a hood. Lana gulped. He is an intimidating guy. And what adds up more to that was the white casket that he carries on his back.
"Can I ask f
Pain isn't always miseryYour voice pulls me backPain isn't always misery4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
even when I'm at the end
I feel like there's nothing I can't do
But your eyes cause my knees to bend
When I feel like I should move forward
I find my heart on a spear
Nothing in me left to fight back
But you break through
Your smile makes me long for reality
Fighting against insanity
When I long to find my way into the darkness
I find my heart breaking down
But there you sing
A soft voice calling me back from the brink
More than I deserve
Your whispers like dreams
Spiral into my mind
A hushed sort of lullaby that says
There will be more tomorrows
But without the sadness
That I have come to rely on
You whisper a calm into my soul
One that I never dreamed possible
I wished that I could find an escape
But every route has been blocked
By those eyes
those beautiful eyes
That soft voice
A voice that whispers into my heart
with an assurance
It says "I care, I will keep you safe"
even if I wish that you would disappear
You know that I don't mean it.
Deep down I see the
WhyWhy must we run, from the truths untold?Why2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By the fears that haven't been feared,
What is he different from hiding and funning?
And fearing and telling
How can we fear what we don't understand?
Or call someone a liar, when they haven't spoken,
What is the different between you and I,
100 Themes Art Challenge100 Themes Art Challenge100 Themes Art Challenge3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
13. Mother's love
15. Phone Call
24. Water Nymph
25. Bad Priest
31. Black Board
32. Long dress
34. Creamy Wash (It's facial foam that will turn into a creamy thing when used. If you have no facial foam like this in your place/city/country, just change it to regular facial foam.. = =
38. Little girl
46. Angel of Aurora
53. Love in the air