The Memories - marz-m3When I first saw youThe Memories - marz-m39 years ago in General More Like This
I wanted nothing more then to hold your hand.
And we indeed held hands.
I kissed your forehead,
I kissed your cheek,
and wished nothing more then
to be with you the rest of eternity.
The light of the playing movie
in the empty movie theatre
illuminated your face with cool, blue light.
Your eyes danced with emotion.
I stroked your hands,
your delicate, beautiful hands,
Carressed your cheek
as if it were fragile paper
that might fall apart any moment.
You rested your chin on my shoulder
and whispered ever so softly,
"Where has the time gone?"
I ponder this and sigh
"Time goes where it always has:
into our beautiful and endless
I remember that day as if it were yesterday.
We're 26 and 25 now.
I the older, you the younger.
I cherish the moment
in the morning when I wake
to see your face,
sleeping peacefully in the warm light.
I smile at the sound of our little girl
jumping up and down on her bed,
the frame squeeking.
She'll never call us "Mom and Dad"
william.dreams make him vomit.william.7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
he has spider-leg fingers and eyes so cold they could stop your heart.
(and they will.)
every night william goes to sleep knowing that someone else is waking up with his only friend, and he wishes he could brush the honey-stained hair from her cheek.
(not the man, who can't even spell love without cheating.)
william dreams at night.
his spider fingers are creeping up the jagged edge of her spine. her skin is the color of milk, and lightly freckled. william keeps her safe, and has made a tiny door, where he keeps her in his heart.
(he wakes up next to an empty pillow, with an empty feeling)
william writes a book in his nightmares.
she is in every chapter. her legs stretch across every page, and taunt him with sex, and things that spiders are not allowed to touch. she holds
Ask the Artist interviewAsk the Artist interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with `loish
~MemoiresDuneFille asks "Loish, what inspired you to become an artist?"
I can't say that anything specific really inspired me. It was more a natural progression. I have been drawing since I was very young and honestly do not remember when I even started doing it, but I do remember always enjoying it and seeing it as my 'talent' throughout elementary and middle school. By the time I had to make a career choice in high school, I decided to do pursue it professionally because I just couldn't stand dividing my time between schoolwork and making my personal drawings. It was torture! So I felt I had to do it in order to stay sane :] That's pretty much how it went!
*merry-zazoue asks "You're doing both animation and illustration, how can you manage to have a good level in both? I'm an animation student and I love illustration too, do you have any advices? Aside working like crazy of course! I'm already doing it ^^"
I think the main reason I do both is because
DriveHe died, she didn’t. Everyone told her how lucky she was to survive; it was a miracle at its best. She didn’t feel lucky, she didn’t see the miracle in it. For the first year, whenever she looked down, she burst to tears. It took her a long time to learn to steer the wheelchair to where she wanted it. More times than not she’d knock something over, run too close to a wall or didn’t get the chair to stop in time. She didn’t want help, she’d bite down her tongue so hard it hurt and keep the humiliation and pain to herself, refusing every extended hand and sympathetic face. The funeral was beautiful, as far as funerals go. The casket was dark cherry wood, extremely elegant and tasteful, as the old relatives said, and everyone cried a bit. Some more than the others. She didn’t cry. She bit her knuckles to keep herself from screaming out loud. They bled.Drive2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He died, she didn’t. This she kept telling herself the first year. She’d wake
DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.Depression10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you will sleep until 1pm, because it's so much easier to sleep through most of the day than actually live it, and you're so unbelievably tired anyway. You will push through the day, knowing that every hour will be a struggle and not knowing how you will feel tomorrow. People will ask what is wrong, and you will simply smile and say 'nothing, I'm just tired
One ChanceElliot is four. He watches his grandfather breathe out cigarette smoke in his creaking armchair. The living room is small enough to be heated by the portable radiator near his grandfather's slippers. When the old man realises his grandson waits for him, he begins.One Chance5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"This is a ruined world, son. Diseased with hatred and war before you were born." He takes a drag on his cigarette and Elliot breathes in the coming smoke. "This world is dead, but I know there's another. We could go to it if we only knew the way." Elliot's grandfather smiles at his thoughts. "There's another place put aside for us. I'll find the door one day."
The radiator splutters to its death and the old man curses his misfortune.
Elliot is ten. His hair is in a ponytail because that's how his brother wears it and his big brother's the best. Nick Ward and his friends from the year above don't think so.
They grab Elliot as soon as he leaves the cubicle in the little boy's room and pushes him face first into a wall, holding
The Sea of Lovers“Are you happy?” she asked, “Are you in love?”The Sea of Lovers2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Love. Love is such a beautiful thing when you’re in it. You drown in it yet you don’t die. It swallows you whole, makes you infinite, invincible and immortal. You close your eyes and it guides your way, brings light into the darkness. It’s your anchor, your balloon, your high wire. Even at its worst it’s the best thing that ever happened to you. They say it’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, but I don’t know if it’s true. You will always know what you have lost but when you don’t even know what it’s like to love, how could you miss it? How could you know what a divine, beautiful thing it is? How could you know what it’s like to stare in your lover’s eyes and see the world and beyond in them? How could you possibly know what it’s like to see your own reflection in your lover’s words if you have never heard them
Courtney And The Chubby Club 8: THE ENDChelsey belched for the fourth time in a row as she continued to rub her bloated stomach, her fingers massaging the plump flesh underneath them. She had been waiting in the back-room, along with a still-unconscious Kailey, to hear the news of whether Hannah had been able to win the third round or not. Her heart was pounding like a woodpecker's beak ramming against her chest; if Hannah lost, then they would be left at an extreme disadvantage, and being able to win against both Becky and that glasses girl would be near-impossible. Even worse, she was still too full to even move. Oh, how badly she wished she could go out there, and see what had happened.Courtney And The Chubby Club 8: THE END4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'C'mon, guys, you better win this...'
Suddenly, the door to her left swung open with a bang. Becky's father, as tower-like and imposing as ever, stepped inside, followed closely behind by a shorter, very pudgy young fellow. He had a crew-cut hair style, and as he spoke, his bulging double chin wobbled in rhythm. It took Chelsey a number o
Sonic and Rainbow Dash Adventure PrologeSonic and Rainbow Dash Adventure Prologe4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sonic & Rainbow Dash Adventure: Prologe
Sonic's World (Mobius):
It was just another ordinary day, in place called "Emerald Town". It inhabitants are mostly anamorphic animals & different types of little creatures like the Flickies & the Chao. A blue hedgehog was running at a burst of speed. His name was Sonic & he just got back from defeating Dr. Robotnik (Usually called by his nickname Eggman) one of his arch-nemesis, from yet another attempt to build his empire, New Eggmanland.
(Music: Emerald Town-Sonic Battle)
"Man, Beating that Egg-head sure left me hungry, I'm gonna see if there's any chill dog stands around" Said Sonic
The hungry hedgehog then finds a chili dog stand near the Emerald Beach, buys himself one & then starts to munch on it as he walks.
"Mmm Hmm, If there's nothing I love more than adventure, is a good ol' Chill Dog, Warmed to perfection, too Implied the very satisfied hedgehog hmm, Sure is borin
Taylor Swift's Ticklish VacationA wave of humidity hit Taylor Swift's face the second she walked outside from the private plane that she took to an island in the Caribbean. Taylor had just recorded several new songs and she was looking forward to a vacation. She had gone to a very small island with one airfield and a couple stores and homes. It was the perfect place for Taylor to unwind and relax. She elegantly stepped off the plane wearing designer sandals, designer sun hat and a revealing, red designer bikini.Taylor Swift's Ticklish Vacation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Taylor had two guides, and close friends, who would be escorting her. Natalie, a cute brunette, and Vanessa, also a cute brunette. They pulled up too Taylor's plane in a brand new Audi. Taylor walked too the car, every step she took was like that of a model. She sat in the back of the car where Vanessa was waiting for her with a skinny margarita. Taylor sipped on her drink as they drove towards the beach. They parked the Audi in front of a small restaurant. They three girls got out of the car and
Mansion Invitation (Prologue and Part 1)This is an old version! See the updated re-release in progress at http://demurepet.deviantart.com/art/Domain-Spirit-Mansion-550728531Mansion Invitation (Prologue and Part 1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nope. Definitely not this place. She can't live here.
Meeting Lilly, you thought, was going to be fairly awkward, but you didn't expect to jump through the many and varied hoops of her deliberate pranks. Did she even live in this town? She didn't pay for a round trip here, but she wouldn't spend money just to leave you in the lurch, would she? Then again, she was the sort of person who you'd expect would spend years talking to you online and then rather a lot of money to buy you a ticket to meet her, and then wind up having just pranked you. You're pretty sure you could imagine that happening.
God, what a depressing thought that is.
Just to check, though. Just in case, just on the slightest chance that she might not have been bullshitting you, you text Lilly. Maybe she'll give you her real address or something. Who knows.
Alive, Part 4Alive, Part 41 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adolfo and Diego stood out on the grass, in front of a long, metallic trailer. The light of the sun glistened across its smooth, riveted surface. It reminded Adolfo of a space station module.
"You like?" said Diego.
"It's bigger than I thought it was." replied Adolfo.
"Well, I figured I could use the extra room. Anyway, twenty-six feet isn't the biggest they sell!"
"Yeah, I've seen thirty-sixers. That's the biggest. 'Land Yachts' they call 'em."
"Thirty-six feet... wow."
Diego walked up to the door, which could more appropriately be called an "Entrance Hatch" as far as Adolfo was concerned. "Coming?" said Diego, opening it.
"Yeah!" Adolfo walked briskly toward him, and up the short step which protruded from the undercarriage. Diego pushed the outer door into its wall-side locking mechanism and closed the thinner door behind them.
The boy could see that, despite evidence of being lived-in, his uncle kept his "home" organized and tidy. The inner walls were silver, the lou
GoteoLa música suena cada vez más bajo… los sonidos llegan a mis oídos, pero mi visión empieza a nublarse… ya no puedo llorar, ya no puedo ver, ya no puedo levantarme… siento un poco de sueño y mis manos parecen más pesadas de lo normal… ¿A dónde voy?Goteo1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
Me siento mareada y mi respiración empieza ser más y más lenta… quiero dormir… pero el piso no parece cómodo, me quedaré aquí sentada, viendo las baldosas blancas que se salpicaron un poco. No importa, siempre pensé que el rojo combinaba con el blanco.
Todo terminará pronto, no habrá más dolor ni sufrimiento ni tristeza ni soledad… ¿seré libre de esto después de tanto tiempo? No quiero pensar. Siento que… si cierro mis ojos… no volveré. ¿Por qué debo irme? Debería irse esta agonía. Mis manos duelen… pero estoy demasiado débil como para curarlas. ¿
PrussiaXReader: They're Older Now (Ch.4)PrussiaXReader: They're Older Now (Ch.4)1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4: Back to School Night
Home (5:50 PM) - Maria's POV
I ran done the stairs, as I try not to fall on my way as i put on my red hoodie. I need to make it to the car before Mom, does. Aloisa told me that the exchange students got the same call that my uncles did as well. It doesn't help that my mom is also heading to Washington D.C. calming she's going to a school thing. I've over heard her calls ever since I was little, I know when she is lying to me. They all are planing to find out what that call was about at the Back to School event in a few minutes. My Uncles are to busy packing to go, so Mom is taking Aloisa for them as she need to be at the event.
I opened the door to the garage, finding the room to be dark. I can make out my mom's car with the light that was sipping in from the hallway. The house's intercom announced it was time to go. I closed the door to the garage as I made my way to the car, hoping it was open to ho
Marvel: Trapped (7) The next thing everyone knew, they were on Asgard. Gigi now wearing a blue Asgardian gown, approached Odin.Marvel: Trapped (7)1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Good to see you again my lord" Gigi said.
Odin smiled as kissed her hand.
"A pleasure to see you again lady Gianna, your husband is here but her soul is in peril" Odin said.
"Come with me" Sif said as she led the heroes and Gigi to a room.
Once in the room, Gigi gasped as she saw her husband, he was unconscious. But still there.
"Victor!" Gigi said happily as she ran to her husband.
Gigi ran to the bed where Victor lay and gently hugged him.
Victor didn't hug back.
Gigi then looked at Victor's face and saw his stone cold expression. She caressed his cheek and sighed.
"His soul is in limbo, I called Druid to help" Sif said.
Druid then appeared.
"I'm here" Noah said.
"Fratello" Gigi said as she hugged her brother.
"Don't worry Gigi, I'm going to help make things right" Noah said as he
Stone and Steel Ch.3- Back to the PresentCh. 3Stone and Steel Ch.3- Back to the Present1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"UGH!" I shout as soon as Drake and I are safely inside our private airship. This entire meeting was a complete disaster! "Everything's gone to pieces." I wail.
"I think you're being a bit dramatic." Drake says, giving me his big brother look of concern. "Why don't you have a drink or something? Might help take your mind of things?" He offers. I know he's trying to help but I'm a whisker away from pulling all my fur out.
"Thanks for the advice." I mutter dryly. "Drake you know that this is a terrible idea, whenever Blake is forced into any-and I do mean anything she fights back three times as hard." I see Drake's expression sour, he knows I'm right.
"Well..." He pauses to mull over his words. Suddenly, his expression changes into one of joy. "Well, you're right! Absolutely ri
Gambits Part 1 - The White Pawn IThe White Pawn IGambits Part 1 - The White Pawn I1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Captain William Royce woke with a drum beating in his head. He found himself sprawled out on of the benches inside the, now empty, tavern. Save for the dim light from the oil lantern on the table before him, the place was dark: it was still night. From the looks of the tavern now there was no sign of a party that led to a violent brawl earlier. As a city guard, it was his job to keep the peace. But William chuckled for he started the fight.
It was his thirty-second name day celebration, and what better place to celebrate then a friends tavern to get drunk. Neil had his handful with the patronage William brought him that night, but it was worth it to be sure. William knew Neil would be stingy and only give him "Free" drinks until he was drunk, which didn't take much. But he was also his best friend so there was little cause to complain about the gift.
Though he didn't anticipate getting this drunk, fortunately, he had the next day off. When he picked up the oil lamp he
Spiraling Jealousy And Self Hate Dark twisting pain in my chest pulls me into a dark corner of my mind while I stare at the wall with a blank stare in the middle of my classroom. The teacher is standing and making an announcement to the class but I'm not hearing it. Every single time I think about it my heart burns and my chest feels tight, and I feel a sense of dread wash over me as my mind begins thinking of all the worst possible things I can imagine. I can feel my heart racing and my hand tremor gets worse to the point that I can no longer twirl a pen in my hand to try and relieve anxiety because my hands are shaking too much to hold it. Everything around me feels as though it goes dark and my head drops any time I walk to anywhere. People ask if I'm okay and I give them a fake smile and tell them I'm just tired or that there's nothing wrong because there's no way I think anyone would understand. My mind is a blurred mess of pain and self hate mixed with jealous thoughts of what may or may not eSpiraling Jealousy And Self Hate1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
Arturetta's blue moon medalVery special mention goes to :iconcallovessailorvenus0:Arturetta's blue moon medal1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was yet another interesting day for Arturetta.Everyone has gathered together to hang out and do their usual routines.Suddenly,two people in blue approached us both.One was a nice man and the other was her sister....I think.They both approached us and one of them wanted a shoeshine.But,she wanted Arturetta to do it.So,Arturetta got out her gear and began to polish her maryjane shoes.But,little did we all realize that these two individuals in blue uniforms are more important than we'd thought they'd be.
???:Thank you for polishing my shoes,miss.
Arturetta:You're welcome,Ma'am.It's always a pleasure.
Andre:*Dusts off Arturetta's hat*Nice day huh,miss?
???:It sure is,sir.
Eris:And your uniform's got a nice shade of blue,sir.
???:Yaaaaay!My shoes look all shiny.Thank you so much.
???:I'd say that your apprentice's quite impressive,Arthur.
How I Make: Character (Part 2)Hello, writers. Are you ready to discuss character?How I Make: Character (Part 2)1 month ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sterling: (As he picks his nose) Didn’t we already discuss character?
We did, Sterling, but the construction of a character is far too complex to just break down to one lecture. Last time, we BARELY scratched the surface of the subject of character! This time, I’ll have us take a look on how to construct the PHYSICAL aspects of the character.
Sterling: Ooh! Is it going to be like an “avatar creation” video game?!
In a way, Sterling. In a way. We can begin with how to use imagery. Imagery is the visual development of an image in order to drive the “mind’s eye.” Let’s look at this apple on my deck. Describe it.
Sterling: It’s delicious!
(Sighs) Visually, Sterling…
Sterling: Well, it’s red, it’s kinda round, and it has a stem…thingy…sticking out.
Good effort. See, not everyone can draw a graphic novel, so they have to rely on imagery to project an
MouthfulIt's terrible, bitter and salty and horrendous. Why would anyone willingly be subjected to this? Mic wasn't perfectly willing, but he has to endure, it's necessary. Though he doesn't like this kind of treatment to say the least. This isn't something he's used to, not at all.Mouthful1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And Riley is laughing, like he finds Mic's discomfort to be the most comical event in history. Mic throws him a withering look, then glances back up at the person who'd forced the substance into his mouth. Pristine, black eyebrows raise over grey eyes, and Mic almost flinches away.
"If you don’t want it to last too long, you'll swallow."
When Mic doesn't, fingers pinch his nose closed. It's swallow, or potentially suffocate himself. He relents and gulps hard enough that it hurts a bit. It's unpleasant going down. Mic is graced with a smile and a nod. Then those grey eyes turn to Riley.
"I'd stop snickering if I were you Mr. Cavanaugh. You're next."
A fishing lesson“So, what's the best way to train him to fish?” Talie asked Epona.A fishing lesson1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I think we'll start with getting him to retrieve fish Amaryllis catches and bring them to you,” Epona responded.
Talie nodded, putting her hand on Dravor's back as he sat next to her. She watched as Epona motioned Amaryllis forward to the hole in the ice. The graceful female perched on the edge of the hole, brown eyes searching for movement within. Talie was slightly confused when Amaryllis' tortoise shell cat joined her next to the hole.
It seemed like just moments before Amaryllis' jaws shot forward into the water. She pulled her head back to reveal a fish within her jaws. She padded toward the bucket next to Epona. Her head and tail were held high. Talie could tell she was proud of herself and maybe also showing out a little. Epona scratched under her chin and offered her a piece of jerky.
“Now give him the command to retrieve,” Epona instructed.
“Dravor, fetch,” she c
Totem Swap Tea Party 1Totem Swap Tea Party 11 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
birdmir>The inn has been invaded by what looks to be an explosive tea shop. At least four different tea sets have taken up space on the tables, colorful little packages occupy every flat surface, and you can practically take a sauna in the steam wafting from the kettles in the back. There’s the mundane flavors of peach and chamomile to chocolate and fennel spice for the brave tea-drinker. Despite the vast amounts of tea everywhere, there’s a certain neatness and organization to the scene as well. Well, besides the green tracks on the floor.
<birdmir> Strawberry wiggled in her seat, got up, then sat back down. The innkeeper had been very sweet letting her take over the inn like this, and while Jam had fun chatting to her for three hours, the woman needed to excuse herself for some reason. So now she was doodling and fidgeting, waiting for people to show. Being cooped up with bad weather had spurred to this and she was looking forward to s
Totem Swap Tea Party 3<ElfSama> Her smile only spread wider at her husband's shock and protest! White teeth shone as bright as a lighthouse on a heavily misted night!Totem Swap Tea Party 31 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
If only the men could see how her eyes sparkled with mirth and mischief! She was, however, satisfied that the man had not been poisoned. Tipping the cup to her reddened lips again, she took a more confident sip.
Ingrid was busy while her mother took her first taste. With hair abandoned, she reached up not to grab at the man's nostrils, pulling down on his nose with a happy giggly. Rye noted the fuss and soon made her way to the cowboy. She curled across his back as she often did to tempt a man into handing her a gum wrapper. Pushing herself against his back, she reached over his shoulders and selected the vicious little girl from his lap, freeing him of all her torments.
<KAT-attack01> Will moved his fake mustache back and forth, and the paint on his eyebrows made them sticky, but he didn't care, he w