If My Heart Was a House 5If My Heart Was a House 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: Only the Beginning. . .
Waking up in a hospital bed, bruised and gashed is the last place I want to be. The time I woke up was when the nurse was inserting a new IV into my hand. "W-what happened?" I mumbled, the nurse looked at me and smiled warmly. "You were in a little accident sweety." Pfft, little? I nodded softly. "Ok, what's the damage?"
"Well, other than bruising and cuts here and there, you should be good. But we're going to keep you over night to monitor you just to be safe." I nodded as I watched her leave the room. I can't believe this happened, it all seems so unrealistic. I looked up at my IV and watched the clear liquid run down the thin plastic tube. "This is perfect, one damn deer in the middle of the road and I swerved into a boulder."
"God, what happened!?" I looked over to my mom standing in the doorway clutching my younger cousin in her arms. I smiled and shrugged lightly. "Deer ran in the road, I'll be fine but they're keeping me overnight to monitor me
The Surfer and the Merman CH 7The Surfer and the Merman CH 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Summer school had already begun for the day, but the teacher was running late, leaving all the students sitting in their desks, bored and nothing better to do. Skye, of course, never looked forward to summer school, but now that he had company waiting for him at home, he hated it even more. People were chatting with their neighbors, but Skye simply waited gloomily in his desk. He happened to glance over at the boy sitting next to him.
It was Asher, a quiet boy. He was completely lost in a book, he only paused once to adjust his thick-lensed glasses. It was the book that caught Skye's attention.
"Mystical Creatures," was written across the book, and also featured an image of a muscular troll of some sort that looked like it belonged in a fantasy video game. Skye wasn't surprised that Asher was reading something like that. Skye didn't know the guy too well, but he knew enough that he was the kind of guy who was interested in comic books and video games, basically anything revolving aroun
It HurtIt Hurt4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not your baby brother anymore!"
You'll never know how much that hurt me. You declared your independence from me, you turned your musket on me, you no longer wanted to be with me. Me, your guardian. Me, your provider. Me, your savior. I, England.
"I'm not your baby brother anymore!"
Those words hurt the most. I took you in. I protected you. I cared for you. I wanted to be your big brother!
"Then I guess I'll call you big brother!"
Your Revolutionary War, from the day we started our lives together, I would have never thought that the little boy I kept close to me would go against me for his freedom.
"I'm not your baby brother anymore!"
No bullet wound nor scar can compare with the pain you inflicted in me when you said those words.
Even so despite those words tearing at my heart
I still love you. Nothing you say will ever make me hate you. I will always love you, America.
Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part one of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 28 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Now, Ellena, what did your grandmother tell you about playing in the swamp?" The voice that asked the question was soft and far from scolding. Every word that the young woman spoke seemed to be wrapped in love and tied with a smile. For some, such a caring tone would be reserved for only those dearest to them, but for Jessica it just came naturally. For her, every being - human or animal, living or dead - was precious.
That didn't make the child who sat before her any less nervous, the petite girl biting her lip and hanging her head forward so that her chestnut bangs partially hid her face. Far shorter than Jessica's own locks, they were also quite a bit darker and did an admirable job of casting the girl's face into sullen shadow. "She... she saids ta always make sure ta wash my hands afore I ate, 'cause I could get disee... dizel... I could get sick." Sp
How to Be a Smoker I fucking hate the rain. Some people like how it sounds and that’s nice, and some people say it cleans up the streets. All I know is that my shoes are dirty enough without having mud on the inside, too.How to Be a Smoker2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Students are already filing out the door when I figure that it’s been another hour of class wasted wondering how nasty my socks are now. The rain is pounding against the thin roof of the lecture hall and as I head toward the doors, sidewalk outside soaked already with footprints and puddles, I realize that I don’t own a fucking umbrella. It’s the beginning of the fucking rain season and all we’ve got to show for it are two hoodies and the jacket Pierre eats in, sleeps in, and probably shits in. And before I know it, I’m bumping into the girl to the right of me with the bright yellow umbrella still tucked into her backpack. Her books spill out of her hands and I motion towards them, picking up a couple an
My Fav. Quotes and Sayings p1"I don't have an autographed picture of Chuck Norris, Chuck Norris has an autographed picture of me" (This one is of my own creation, if you use it please give me credit. Loren-Scott "Kody" Beach, aka Wrotne)My Fav. Quotes and Sayings p17 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
An Apple a day drives quality away.
I have half a mind to kill you and the other half agreeing.
God made all men and Winchester made them equal.
"Build a man a fire and he'll be warm for the rest of the day,
set a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life"
The log is burning bright and so is the city tonight.
Animals have two important places in today's world, to taste good, and to fit well.
If you were trapped in the artic and starving you would kill a baby seal with
a plastic picnic spoon.
Our friendship came and went and that is why your feet are now in wet cement.
Don't stare at the Sun, He doesn't like it.
Another day, another dollar (I hate sweat shops!)
People like you are the reason people like me need meds...
333, only half evil.
When I snap you'll be t
Teen Love :Satirical Essay:There are many things in this world that I just cannot believe. The very first thing on that list is the number of poor, cynical beings who don't believe in something that is crucial to our survival. Some people actually don't believe in love! What's even worse are the people who don't believe in the idea of teen love, or love at first sight. Love is everywhere! Love is all around us! Every day, girls are finding their prince charming, or knight in shining armor. Everywhere you look, in stories, and in movies, there is love. The facts are right under our noses, and some people just cannot see them. Love, especially teen love, should be considered the most genuine type of love out there.Teen Love :Satirical Essay:4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I mean, think of it High school is where it counts! You're stuck in the next best thing from jail for six hours a day: what better way to kill time than to scope out the cute boys and girls? Who cares about science class unless we're learning about the chemistry of love? THAT'S what we should be
Kiss Me In the HallwayKiss Me In the Hallway4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kiss Me In the Hallway
USUK (United States X Britain)
"You slob! I can't believe you ate three trays worth of food for lunch. Worse yet actually from the cafeteria! Bloody disgusting-"
Two young men travelled down the hallway of their highschool. As usual the smaller was ranting about his companion's eating habits, something almost inhuman. However, the latter was preoccupied not listening to his counterpart's complaints but eyeing the attractive features of his friend. His ocean blue orbs swept over messy blonde hair down to supple lips running a mile a minute to a slender frame clad in the school's male uniform. If only they had some privacy to, well, study each other's anatomy.
"- are you even listening to me? Alfred? Al-"
At the same time in another hallway....
"Doitsu, Doitsu! In history class Francis did this thing with this other thing and-" A happy italian rambled to his german friend, clinging to
Everything You Ever? Ch 1The secretary peered at the documents in front of her over her tacky, sequin spangled specs, an overly plucked eyebrow raised in ill-disguised contempt. The resume was filled in entirely in wax crayon, several different colours of it to be exact, each one snaking into each other and making the entire thing almost eligible. Who was this joker? He either had a very poor sense of humor or was thicker than a concussed troll. Sigh. It was only eleven o'clock in the morning. It was evidently going to be one of those daysEverything You Ever? Ch 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm afraid I can't accept this, Sir," she said in a horribly nasal voice, the sort that kind of makes you want to rip out your intestines and shove them into your ears just to block out the sound. "You need to put your birth name in the 'Name' box. I'm pretty sure 'Captin Hamur' isn't it." The man in front of her smiled dimly at her. Yep, he was one of those people.
"I think you'll find it is." he said, giving the woman a 'winning' smile. Wasn't so winning with severa
A Lot Of Funny Little Sayings1. You have ONE advantage over me..... You can kiss my ss and I can't!A Lot Of Funny Little Sayings7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
2. Tradgedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.
3. You only live once...but if you live it right, once is enough.
4. If your heart was really broken, you'd be dead, so shut up.
5. When a smurf is choking, what color does it turn?
6. The nice mean are ugly, the handsome men are mean, and the nice and handsome men are GAY!
7. When life hands you lemons, alter their DNA, and make SUPER LEMONS!
8. Boys are like lava lamps, pretty to look at, but not very bright.
9. My imaginary friend thinks you have serious problems...
10. A good friend will comfort you when he rejects you, but a best friend will go up to him and say, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"
11. Forget the cookies, the Darkside has YAOI!
12. DANGER: Blond Zone
13. Save the Earth it's the only planet with chocolate.
14. Did you just call me a BITCH? Well, a bitch is a DOG, Dogs BARK, Bark is on TREES, Trees are a pa
By the Hand of BastBy the Hand of Bast4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the last hieroglyph finished, Wati set aside the scroll he had been working on. He closed The Book of the Dead and ran his hands along the cover. Despite the fact he wrote these words on a regular basis, never had it been so hard. Ra had long since disappeared for his usual voyage, and the wick of his lamp was nearly burnt to the end. As the flame died its orange glow was replaced by the ghostly light of the moon filtering through the linens that covered the windows and door of his small hut.
On either side of the doorway, stood the shadows of two pots. It had been many days since Tiankhit had left him, but still the barley continued to grow. Wati had so hoped for the emmer wheat to sprout first. Like all men, he wanted a son, but had come to love the idea of his daughter just as much. They were overjoyed when the first leaves pressed their way up through the dirt to tell them the news of their child, and the days passed with excitement as they waited to see if they grew to be bar
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+
Age For Love Age For LoveAge For Love6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
by Samantha Stone
Zoey Bella awoke under the bridge, and she was late. No, this couldnt be happening.
Dear Past Charlie Dear Past CharlieDear Past Charlie8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I began writing letters to myself when I was fifteen. It was a solution to the continuing series of cataclysmic events that had become my life. Eventually, things began to fall down upon me, much like a cabinet full of bricks, and, as always, I could only blame myself for doing all the pulling, as it were.
Faced with a decision, I would opt for the easiest pathway, which was fine until I began doing stupid things like spending a thousand dollars on a stereo, when I could have chosen to leave the bloody thing alone. After all, I had a seven hundred dollar one at home. And then the new one broke, so my immediate decision was to hurl it out the window, instead of going a
DreamspaceDreamspaceDreamspace6 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
A Short Story by M.J DArcy
These are the last footsteps you will walk on your earth, Lucas, so ensure they head in the desired direction.
The words, spoken to my mind having bypassed my ears, bounced around inside my head and collided with my vision as I awoke, making my confusion and lack of coordination even more pronounced. I had awakened on a foreign sofa, in a foreign living room. A small child I vaguely recognised was sitting under a Christmas tree feeling his presents. The black void that was the world outside the window indicated I had awoken slightly earlier than planned- and that the boy was very keen to surprise Father Christmas.
Hello, I managed, Im hoping that perhaps you could tell me where I am
Im waiting for Santa, murmured the kid, without looking up or glancing at me at all.
Well thats not really the answer I was going for. How about
Suum CuiqueThe sun gently brushed it rays against the cheeks of the young boy as his tears began to evaporate with time. He was sure that he would lie against that bedspread for the rest of his life if no one moved him. Sadly, he knew that no one would come to his aid this time. No one was left to give a damn that time.Suum Cuique4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rain wasn't going to stop pouring until he budged from that sticky and now sweaty pile of sheets, letters, and tears. Peeling back all those painful layers was trying to convince yourself that pulling the band aid off slower makes it hurt less. It was both untrue and pointless.
Sounds of rain drumming against the metal roof was deafening and it only caused unnecessary pain for the blonde haired boy as his azure eyes began to well up with the same hot tears as just nine hours before he'd hit the bed. The sound of rain wasn't welcome anymore. It was just painful to bear and now it was like a needle under Ludwig's skin with each drop.
After a while the rain was reduced to nothing but
Old message :FrUK:Old message :FrUK:4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, happy birthday to me. England opened the whisky's bottle and drank a sip of it. It was his birthday once again, and as always, he was ready to spend his birthday completely alone. Everyone forgot about it and he didn't bother to remember them. Why should he, anyways? To have some excuses and maybe a birthday party? No one said his birth was something that needed celebration anyways. He'd put more effort into celebrating his own funeral, actually.
The phone rang, and he tried hard to not shout at whoever had the great idea to call him while he was getting drunk. When he heard the other's voice trough the mobile phone, the only thing which restrained him from smashing the device into pieces was that then he had to buy another one.
England clenched his fists, mentally counting to 10. No, hanging up wasn't a good idea: knowing the Frenchman's stubborness, he'd probably come to his house to talk, and if he did nothing would stop the younger blond from punching h
APH - Worth the pain - SpamanoWorth the painAPH - Worth the pain - Spamano4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Olive eyes were dulled with exhaustion. Nevertheless, they refused to rest closed. Lovino lay on the hospital bed, calmly recalling the moments when he thought his pregnancy had made him completely useless.
He hadn't been allowed to go out, Antonio made sure of that, so Lovino had been left to wander the house until tiredness took over him and he'd had no option but to retreat to the dorm or couch, whatever was closer, to take a little nap.
At first the Italian thought he was going to pass out of boredom, sure Antonio kept him well attended but, it was never enough. Then months started to roll by and Lovino found there were some things that could be done before the baby was born, like decorating the new room soon-to-be-nursery, or buying all the items they might need in the future (at least he was allowed to shop online, dammit), as girly as all that may sound; but fuck he was pregnant, what could be more unmanly than that?
At least Lovino had had some fun dragging his S
TF2: A Scout's Story Chapter 1"BONK!" announced the Scout as he smashed yet another cranium with his metal bat running away before his slightly dazed target manages to hit him, diving at nearby explosives to hide in the clouds of smoke and debris. It was just another day for him; hit-and-run and that's just how he liked it.TF2: A Scout's Story Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He continued to run as he made his way around from the surrounding cross-fire between his team and the BLUs, towards the enemy base, he could see blurred figures of his fellow teammates but he didn't have time to worry about them, they can handle their own problems.
He had a job to do like the rest of them.
The Scout knew his whole team depended on his speed to get the enemy intel and finally get the upper hand in this never-ending war with the BLU team, and here at 2fort is were they'll do it. He ran through the sewers, the smell didn't faze him for he didn't think about anything else except to get that intel.
"Take the route that leads to the winding staircase, there is an Engineer lying in wa
That Boy - Page 1That BoyThat Boy - Page 14 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fan Fiction by JokerAgentChaos on deviantart.com
Eighth grade. Oh boy, let me tell ya! It's a nightmare for the nerds and little kids who haven't gone through puberty, but heaven for the popular kids, the punks, the bullies, the hot girls.
There were many classifications in middle school that a kid can slip into.
For girls, you were either a sweet, nice girl who got good grades, or a hottie; a snob. The one with all the popular kids.
It was tough being in this top category. The category I'm in. Anyway back to my rambling!
Let's see, now for guys there's the "Nerds", of course. Computer geeks, smarty's, you know the works.
Then there's the "Jocks"; the basketball, football die-hards. Tall with their teen muscles developed, they have all the girls after them, they have the practices every day after school.
Then there's the punks, the gangsters, the "cool" guys. Yep! Those are the main three labels for guys.
There are some people, just a few, who don't fit in any grou
Psychotic Romance-Part 1You sat in your room at the hideout, smearing white makeup onto your face and neck. You followed this with black makeup around your eyes and on your lips. You tied your hair into two ponytails on top of your head. You had previously dyed one side of your head blood red, opposite your natural black. Pleased with your makeup, you slipped into a comfy black shirt and pants, boots and gloves. You put your clown mask on the top of your head, securing the elastic band under your ponytails. You strapped on your black belt that held your handgun and your switchblade. You posed briefly in the mirror, then walked out into the main room.Psychotic Romance-Part 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Joker was already sitting on the old, beaten-up couch, loading his gun. On the coffee table were a few bullets and his mask. His stringy green hair hung loosely over his face and hunched shoulders. He wore his usual makeup: white face, black eyes, and red
Brothers In Blood Pt. 65Brothers In Blood Pt. 654 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey sis? You mind getting me a drink?" The words that rolled quietly from his tongue felt thick and slow like molasses.
"Sure." Meme turned around with a worried frown.
"Oh no, let me." Bastion kissed Menate's cheek. "Stay with your brother. It's too crowded in here. I can get through easier."
"Thanks babe." Her smile was back as she patted the front of his coat.
"No problem my little bird." He didn't even wave a hand or make a motion towards his bodyguard. The dark man only turned and the thundering mountain followed. It was easier for Bastion because the bodyguard made a path.
"Hit me faster than normal. You know I can usually hold it back until we get on stage." Putting down his amp again, Lleu leaned against the wall and rubbed at his tired, dry eyes. "I'm sure your beau now thinks your brother is a flake." He managed to pry his eyes open and give his sister a shaky smile that quickly faltered. "Maybe this is a bad idea. This night may be too much."
"If you need to go, I will go w
SayingsIf your not my enemy your collateral damage.Sayings9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
To be worth killing is an honor.
Dying is for people who have morals.
Noone ever expects the teeth....noone...
Its only rape if their conscious.
Life is just the introduction to a book about how you die.
Never attempt an abortion with a fire poker. Lil bastards just grab on too the shaft and pull themselves out.
Condoms are for keeping the gun muzzles clean. Guns are for keeping the babies from being born. Dont confuse the two.
Lifes a bitch then everyone else dies.
World peace cannot be attained untill everyone on Earth is dead.
I eat virgins. Whole.
If life gives you lemons, squeeze some citrus in that bitches eye and steal its wallet.
Anixety is an addiction. Madness is my anti-drug.
Lifes a race. Ill give you a headstart...
The Surfer and the Merman CH17The Surfer and the Merman CH174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I lost control again," Zain thought.
The albino merman was laying in his new bed, even though he knew he would not be able to sleep. He brought his hand to his forehead and gripped his white hair roughly in frustration.
"Why did I have to cry? Now he's going to be worried," Zain thought.
"Damn it," He found himself saying out loud, "Damn it! I shouldn't make him worry anymore."
Zain quickly became quiet as he heard some one entering the room. He pretended to be asleep, although he knew it probably didn't look believable because he was so tense. Even with his eyes closed, Zain knew that it was Nagisa that had entered the room. In comparison to Arun's loud and clumsy feet, Nagisa's steps were quiet and graceful. The steps grew closer and closer until he knew that Nagisa was standing right beside the bed.
"Keep your eyes closed. Keep your eyes closed," Zain repeated over and over in his head.
"He knows I'm awake," Zain thought as Nagisa continued to stand beside him, "He can see how tens