Ellen Page TGEllen Page TG4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack was a movie fanatic, he watched anything and everything that came to theaters, he especially liked ones that had cool ideas and twists at the end. His favorite movie was Shutter Island, but Inception had just come out on DVD so he had to see if it was as good as everyone said. After he got home from getting the movie he put it in and turned off the lights so his mirror wouldn't create such a annoying shine in his small, dull apartment. He grabbed the remote and hit play. About halfway into the movie he thought to himself, "I wish I could be in Ellen Page's position, that would be so cool." A few minutes passed and he began to feel tingles in his feet, he just assumed they were asleep and didn't pay much attention, they became rather small and dainty. The feeling went up his legs, and yet again he just passed it off as some sort of bad sitting position, so he moved a bit and continued to watch. His legs became much more slender and ladylike, while all his body hair began
An old man's deathAn old man's death5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Wearily he sits in his usual chair. Maybe no one will notice how tired he is and how much it hurts. His oldest granddaughter knocks on the door and opens the door.
"Hi grandpa. How are you today?" She gives him a hug and sits the plate of cookies in front of him. Her fiancé steps in behind her with a gallon of fresh cow's milk. He hadn't had that since he was a boy. Yum!
He smiles. "When are you getting married??"
She pauses. A different reaction that usual. Usually she says, "Not sure yet. We'll let you know."
"October the eighth."
For a split second he thought there was hope after all. October wasn't too far away. He could make it until then. That would only be a month after the six month mark the doctors gave him back in March. Then she adds .
He didn't know what to say. He'd never make it that long. He knew he couldn't. For a moment, she caught the distress in his eyes, but he looks away quickly back at the cookies and milk. "Thanks for the cookies." H
Shay's SufferageShay was special. She was supposed to feel everything with this SPECIAL icy clarity. Too bad she wasn't. And it was Tally. Tally had betrayed her, and acted like it wasn't her fault. What if it wasn't? Tally became unpretty. Was it just the pill? Tally still had an ugly heartbeat, no matter her special state of being.Shay's Sufferage8 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Tally was truly special.
Shay fell into mottled dreams. Tally stood on a rock, and dropped a heart shaped pendant into the fire, sending up hordes of ashes. "That was dramatic," said a familiar ugly voice. David.
Shay woke up with tears streaming down her face, too bad she hardly knew why. But she knew who she had to talk to. She pinged Tally. There was no signal.
She felt so stupid. -Of course,- she thought -there is no signal out here! This is no city! This is the wild. And Tally's out there someplace.- Shay held her knife to her arm, but somehow, it made her feel sick to look st the knife.
Her nose clogged, and she dizzied as she passed 'The Bald Head'. The Smoke was s
Mothman Research PaperI was assigned to write a research paper. To my great relief and tremendous delight, I am allowed to write about any topic I wish, so I am going to write my research paper about the Mothman. Now, normally I would launch into a big, dull speech about how I first learned about the Mothman, how the knowledge became an obsession, and…so on and so forth. Fortunately for everyone I don't have time to bore people to sleep, right now, so…yes. To make a long story short: My parents were about to watch a scary movie, "The Mothman Prophecies" (2002, Lakeshore Entertainment, starring Richard Gere and Laura Linney) and asked if I wanted to watch it. I said yes. My life was changed forever, apparently, because the next thing I knew I was trying to know everything possible about this mysterious Mothman character.Mothman Research Paper9 years ago in Historical More Like This
Weird, pointless fact: I was eating white rice with soy sauce when I first watched the movie!
The Mothman is a bizarre, paranormal creature, one that has its rightly deserved place in what
Fuck FuckFuck7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck fuck.
Desensitized yet? No? Well if not then go back to the top of this page and begin to read once more. If, in a matter of fact, you are capable of continuing without feeling much of anything towards such a word then please read on, because this essay holds a hell of a lot of fucks.
When I was little (yes, this starts off with personal nonsense to help you relate to the words that I spew forth o so merrily) I remembered speaking a word that actually got my arse quite a good tanning. Not the metaphorical tanning which simply implie
Lost Soul FanaaLost Soul Fanaa5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"The day I met you, my life began
You were the sunshine of my life
You were the meaning of the world
Since I lost you, nothing has sense
I have no more fate, my destiny disappeared
I feel so cold, my heart is hurt
I'm not dead but I feel like a ghost
I am a lonely illusion of who I was to you
I wish I stop breathing
As you did, my beloved Syld
Without you I have no soul,
Not any more reason to live
I miss you so desperately
I'd give my all to offer you a rebirth
Or to rejoin you anywhere you are
Until the end of time my angel
I am yours for eternity"
"Le soleil s'est levé, j'y ai reconnu ton visage
C'est ton existence qui a illuminé le monde
Il a perdu tout sens, maintenant que tu n'es plus
Ma destinée s'est effacée, mon chemin a disparu
L'intense douleur en mon cur me ravage
Me glace, me brise, m'écorche et me déchire
Je voudrais comme toi cesser de respirer
En te perdant j'ai égaré mon âme, ma Foi
Et toute raison de
HackerHacker:Hacker7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We live in a day and age where you can be who you want to be, and live how you want to live. We have a choice of skin deep masks to wear, to cover our flaws and become who we really want. You can, in a sense, reinvent yourself, simply by wearing that mask. But sometimes, the mask is more than skin deep. Sometimes it takes over.
You can call me Kit. My real name is of no importance. Where I live is not important, either. I live and breathe computers. I spend 95% of my time in my basement, and the only light comes from a small window in the upper left corner of the cold cement room. I do not leave my desk other than to drink, eat, or release what was previously consumed. I am not anti-social because I have to escape the bullying, although I was bullied when I was younger. I am anti-social because it is my job. I am a hacker for hire. I am the best in the country.
I am not your brothers friend from down the street. I have NEVER failed a client. I am
A Higher PowerIf ruling this world there is a higher power, a god, why do they inflict pain and suffering on those that don't deserve it?A Higher Power10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
If there is a god why are there wars where thousands of lives ar snatched away?
If a god did create this point of existance was it for a real purpose or just as a toy to play with and slowly destroy?
If an over-ruling being expects everyone to love and believe in them why do they ruin lives by taking loved ones and stopping some people from living full happy lives with the ones they love?
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.7 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 moment to be a bit more petty.
In the inner workings of our politics exists the soul of deviantART. What is this place? What was it meant to do? What does it do? What could we do better? And it's the politics that give insight into how well the greater plan is running.
There's $core staff who are employees or contractors and work 8+
LetterIts a strange thing, nonexistence. No name, no past, no future. Just a drifting in and out, with minimal contact and maximum impact.Letter7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Not that youd know I dont exist by looking at meand you can look at me if youre clever enough to see me. I am visible, though dimly. Blue eyes, dyed black hair in a mess of a short shag, undersized, edging on underweight. That last one is thanks to my newfound love of insomnia, but that is neither here nor there.
I dont exist. Yes, youre reading my words, and yes, Im utilizing a physical form to write this, but I. Do. Not. Exist. I will sign this letter with a name, but you wont find it recorded in any database or any vault. My photograph has been taken, but every one of them has either been eliminated or tucked away where I can keep careful track of it. I leave no fingerprint
Fight Scene- Nick VS ShayKay, the only thing you really need to understand for this is that Shay's wings are invisible. XD That's... about it.Fight Scene- Nick VS Shay7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Characters (c) Me... and Genie. XD *Shot*
Oomph! the man fell backwards, slamming hard against the ground.
And once again, the win goes to Dane! The man grinned, but it was forced. Dane was too good; nobody was willing to fight him anymore. And for good reason. At six feet, seven inches, the man stood formidably over the rest of the crowd. Does anyone else want to challenge the undefeated champ!? Probably not. Dane was rough with his opponents. He hadnt broken anything, but hed left a few bruises. The crowd was silent, some people glancing doubtfully at each other. Nobody wants to face Dane in a sparring match?
Ill spar, piped a voice from the crowd. There was some movement as someone made their way to the front.
Finally, a challenger! The man exclaimed. Well, lets get