Living a Lie Chapter 1Chapter 1 ~ The Harsh TruthLiving a Lie Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Amy Rose was just walking out of her cute little house in her signiture dress and boots. Her quills had grown down to her lower back and age had done her well. She was curently walking towards the Sonic team base. Amy was holding a basket for a picnic she had ben planing. All of her friends on the Sonic Team including Cream, Tails, Knuckles, Rouge Silver, Blaze, and most importantly Sonic were invited to the picnic. Yes she still felt a strong affection towards him. Amy continued walking untill she finally got to the base. There was no one to be seen. She decided to walk toward the living room window. She saw all her friends sitting there. It confused her because they rarely ever all sat togeather watching tv, so she decided to stay and listen to what they were saying since the window was open.
"Sonic when are you kicking Amy out of the group? No one really likes her here." said Rouge.
"Yeah, she can't even fight and her hammer does absolutely nothing." said
Soul Eater - HeatSoul Eater - Heat5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soul started awake one night. It was summer and he had left his window open to get the rare cool breeze, but it was hot. Too hot for comfort.
The pages of a book rustled as the cool breeze played through his room again. By the light of the moon he noticed that his bedroom door had been left open. He was sure he had shut it before going to bed.
Ignoring it, he turned over to look at his clock and see what time it was. Instead of coming face to face with his clock he turned over to face Maka.
She breathed lightly, easily, peacefully for the first time in weeks since defeating the kieshen. The only thing he wandered about was why she was in his bed and not her own.
"Hey, Maka," he said in a low voice, poking her cheek to try to wake her.
She turned over so that she was facing
Kid's Mom Soul Eater FanficKid's Mom Soul Eater Fanfic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Death the Kid and his friends were sent to a mission. A small village was being attacked by small yellow-eyed monsters created by a witch. The mission? Kill the monsters and the witch who was doing it.
From a cliff overlooking the village a bit destroyed by the monsters,
Kid was the first to jump along with the Thompson sisters going to the village and soon after it is followed by Maka, Soul, Black Star and Tsubaki.
They walk through the village looking at partially destroyed buildings looking for the local population.
Maka: where are they all?
Blac Star; yahooo !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the black star of incredible Shibusen is here to
defeat the witch! do not worry, The hero came !!^_^
Tsubaki: calm down Black Star, so you will scare people even more ^_^''
The door of a semi-destroyed houses opens showing the face of a bearded old man .
old man: who are you?
Kid stands in front of the door: students of Shibusen and we are here to investigate.
Seeking Golden BloodSeeking Golden Blood3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
You cannot escape what I've envisioned
So shut your mouth, sit down, and listen
I've seen your death in many ways
The hassle is which path to take
Shall I dangle you from rope and tether?
Applying pressure makes blood the redder
I paint with shades of red untold
Though I seek the girl with blood of gold
I wonder if that girl is you...
I suppose we shall see soon
Either way your life has ended
You're breathing now, but once I finish
Thinking what I want to do...
Ohhh, what position shall I paint of you?
You tremble with excitement girl
I'm glad you enjoy art
Girls that seek the pains of death so long to be apart
Why are you not crying girl?
Do you think that you are safe?
I crave the golden blood dear girl
Golden blood lies in the face
Look at your pretty locks, your pretty eyes
Surely you've got what I've so sought
I hope you do, but we'll see soon as I've said once before.
Give me your heart and get down on the floor...
Yes...you had no meaning when alive
And even now th
Paper Lungs She stood before me, her chest wide open, 'What do you think?'Paper Lungs3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I could not help but to stare. Her heart was beating - literally in front of my eyes - between two paper lungs stained with ink. Blinking, I asked, 'Why are you showing me this?'
The girl did not answer. Reaching into her chest, she pulled out a lung, and held it out to me, 'I breathe words,' she whispered, 'This lung is the lung I exhale with. These are the words I breathe.'
Taking it, I unfolded the paper lung, and felt millions of alveoli rippling under my fingertips. But there was something wrong.
I met her eyes, 'This lung is blank!'
'I know,' she said sorrowfully, 'It is not a worthy present to give to you. I'm sorry. I've run out of words...'
Screwing up the exhaling lung, the empty lung, I tossed it over my shoulder, 'Have you anything else to give me?'
Biting her lip, her hands trailed over her remaining lung, 'I have this... but it
Collab Part 1Author's Note: This is not an actual chapter in either of our stories. It's just a fun little thing on the side. However, chronologically, it fits in immediately after chapter five. I haven't written that yet, but I just didn't want to have to put this off any longer.Collab Part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Julia was gone; she'd left for her friend's house a couple of hours ago. I was left out in the backyard, tethered to a stake in the ground on a long leash.
I really hate leashes.
I didn't really see anything else to do, so I simply lounged on the back porch, soaking up what sun got through the constant thick layer of overcast in the sky. Barely enough to be considered warm. I stretched, sighed, and relaxed.
The lack of stimulation was just plain killing me. I had to get up, move around, or do something. Finally, I couldn't take it. With a bit of effort, I unhooked the leash from my collar.
Less than five
The Beard of intrigueHis beard was fascinating.The Beard of intrigue2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a loom, woven with intricate detail and so long it would put any wizard to shame. Each pattern in the coarse mound of hair seemed to share a secret. Perhaps they were memories- I’d heard others collect memories in such ways- etchings on their bodies, collecting objects and even journal writing. Maybe this man was his own journal.
The rest of him seemed positively ordinary. He rested in his chair in a blue business suit- albeit a little outdated for fashion, but suited the character I had begun to form in my head for him. His sorrowful eyes narrowed on a frustrated brow of greying features, illuminating a sense of tiredness. Perhaps the beard in all its might was weighting down. His skin was as rough as sandpaper, blotches and scars etching his hands and face with no revelation to the puzzle of his beard.
I wanted to move closer, debating whether it was rude to ask. The very notion excited me as I built up theories as to why his beard had the
Sternwick Ch 6Sternwick Ch 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sternwick CH 6- Candles and a Flying Machine
"I can't believe it! I just can't believe he would do such a thing! Who does he think he is anyways?" Gwen shouted as she sat in front of her untouched breakfast still fuming over yesterday's town meeting.
"Well he is the mayor, and as such we are to abide by his orders." Ritz calmly answered while eating his breakfast from across the table. "Don't you think you are taking this too seriously?"
Gwen could hardly believe what he was saying. "Too seriously? Ritz I can't go home, no one can leave! He can't control us and tell us what to do!" She stared at him in disbelief.
Ritz finished his meal and sat down his napkin. "You are exactly right," he stood up from his char. "and that is precisely why we are going to Con's now. We aren't going to stand around and let James have all the fun now are we? He's made is move, and now it's our turn." He smiled and motioned Gwen to follow him.
They left the
Cookies and CreamAs soon as we set foot within the boundary of the flea market, I walk off to the nearest booth with the mechanical part we need. At one place, there's just a box of them, so I begin digging through them, inspecting the quality of each part then tossing the useless stuff on the ground beside the box. When the owner of the junk looks over at me, he grumbles something about picking up the mess when I'm done.Cookies and Cream3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At least five minutes later, I throw all of it back into the bin having not found what I'm looking for. I wipe my hands on my pants, stand up and find I've been followed.
"What do you want?" I spit icily.
"You of course," he replies.
I roll my eyes and start to trudge away. "Leave me alone, Hayden."
"If you waited around long enough at the entrance, you would know I'm your buddy."
My body freezes in place. "My what?"
"Haven't you ever heard of the buddy system?" Hayden steps in front of me. "You can't go walking around strange, new places all on yo
My Summer RepriseI wore shorts and a tank top that night RememberMy Summer Reprise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Hello Kitty one with the lace back?
I tossed and turned that night, drowning in my own
sweat. The fan was on full blast, making me nervous with
its obtrusive sounds, which did little to cool me down.
Even just lying on the blankets, the heat was unbearable.
The water bottle next to me was near empty, as I had been
drinking it to keep cool. The clock read 3:30am, and I
wondered if you were there, awake in your bed, sweating as
I was in this summer heat.
My answer was there on my phone screen.
"No new messages"
Creepy-CrawliesI throw myself atop the shabby piece of furniture and close my eyes. There's a soft sound in the dark room. It reminds me of leaves scraping the pavement. Maybe some of them are even hitting the wall. Why there are leaves inside and how they're being blown around, I haven't the slightest clue. I'm too determined to fall asleep to let that idea pester me. I concentrate on my breathing.Creepy-Crawlies3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But then a sound other than the brushing starts up. I can't quite place it though. I feel like I've heard it before, a long time ago, but I can't remember what it is. It's not much louder than the brushing, just a bit rougher. What is it? What is it? What could it be?
Then it dawns on me.
"No. Freakin'. Way!"
Not a millisecond after that, the fluttering noise starts up again, hovering in the crack of light for a moment and I realize exactly what's going on. The fluttering stops. I curl up on the couch, reaching blindly for a pillow or some sort of shield, but I have nothing to aid me. The flutterin
SilenceLet's just sit hereSilence4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[in the silence]
with nothing but our thoughts
swaying in the breeze.
Happy BirthdayA place where I can be me.Happy Birthday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I can share myself,
Without being judged.
Where I found that I'm not alone.
There are others like me.
There are others worse.
So much confidence,
In my poetry.
For the first time,
I feel like I'm doing something right.
Thank you, everyone.
Happy birthday, deviantART.
I like girls okayWow. Well this isn't easy.I like girls okay3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Hello, internet. One of you in particular.
Today I have to tell you- Oh, deviation title, you ruined it!
I don't think I just like girls, honestly. But I'm not exactly in the middle either. I can't even be sure what end of the spectrum I'm closer to, probably the one I'd much rather not be, but why does it really matter?
It isn't a phase. But I sure wish it was. It's something that's been here a long, long time, longer than I was even conciously aware of.
It doesn't mean that I hit on every girl I see or on my friends or anything like that. It doesn't mean that I'm gonna start going by the stereotype. It doesn't mean anything about me has changed, because it hasn't.
This is certainly not what I would choose if I could, know that. There's a lot I would do to change it, but nothing I can do. Like me, you just have to take it or leave it.
"I like girls the way I'm supposed to feel about boys. It's something that's always been inside of me and I really want to sh
BreatheGreat, everyone in the house hates me.Breathe3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can't say I blame them. What I did was harsh, even by my standards.
But he knows I didn't earnestly mean anything that came out of my big mouth, doesn't he? He has to know. In the heat of the moment, I honestly felt like I meant it, but I really didn't. I swear. I know I can be overdramatic and insufferable at times, but this morning was overly emotional as it was, but then he came in and pushed me over the edge just by being himself. Sorry if he just so happened to walk through the door at the wrong time. It's not my fault.
At the same time though, it is.
"Who's in the bathroom?!"
I reek, I feel grimy, and I want to wash away not only the grease from working on our only means of transportation, but the muck of this entire day.
"How should I know?" responds Chase, passing me with a book in hand. He's the first person to acknowledge me since I've entered the house. "I only know who went in after me."
"Who went in after you?"
Feel Better Feel better. Just feel better. Things are dark at the moment, and the world has such a wide and lying maw. It sucks you into its trap, and shakes you until all your spirit disperses and evaporates into the air like water drops. Don't let this happen, will is such a dreadful thing to lose.Feel Better4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Feel better. The lustful kiss of the rusting knife is nothing compared to the ecstasy of short and silly happiness. Drunkenness is not a cotton wool blanket cushioning your mind from sorrow, it is a shroud, preparing your body for the grave. Allow yourself to be carried away on moon tinged words to Milkwood, and dance within lyrical arms. Allow yourself to drown in musical notes, let them transport you to another place, a happier world, if only for a minute or two. Allow yourself to become caught up in a drawing, in the lines, the swirls and vivid sun bleached colours. Spin around in the rain, aren't the drops cold? Live like those raindrops, be small and strong, be
A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,A Smile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.
But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.
"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,
"Will it be fun? "
Just imagine the blood outflow until the last breath,
"Or a hammer? "
My body you could simply mash,
But you'll need to endure the blood splash,
That will stain your hands and face.
But instead that, your fingers, they retrace.
"The most lethal weapon isn't any of these",
You say stepping back, as my heart is starting to appease,
"It would be to
Arms Of A StrangerThe view is painted today in such blazing colors,Arms Of A Stranger3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But at least are dimmed all the errors.
The vapid grey of his eyes turned into cyan,
While the blonde hair had rapt the shine of the sun,
Bodies without faces are swallowed by the mist one by one.
The distorted sound seems stunning,
But at least is indecipherable every word coming.
My sight is blurred but I think his face reminds me of another "him",
In these whirling waves I can barely continue to swim,
So I hang on this stranger's face,
Catch him in a breath-taking embrace.
The words I said came out so twisted,
But my tongue is knotting,
The phrase was almost spitted
His lips are stretching into a smile of understanding,
A whisper that is supposed to reach me floats away,
But I purport this was okay,
Sure, except the moment when I've almost lost self-control,
A sudden contact of our lips imbued with alcohol.
Carving ConstellationsDoctors carve out constellations,Carving Constellations3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stitch star maps into my skin,
a web of scars, a path to take
to find myself again.
My scars are sewn of haunted stars,
constellations but half-drawn;
ghosts of star-fire whispering words
that fade out with the dawn.
They took my rib from me,
ground it up, reformed it,
turned it into Eve;
made a girl with my own name:
a girl they say is me.
My fragile face now hers,
our spirit splintered,
she stands for nothing
I once stood for.
Deep scars fade
before their meanings are deciphered;
yet more maps unfold
Would You BelieveWould you believe I am happy and peaceful now?Would You Believe3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would you believe it's coming from a man who was a slave?
A man who couldn't live without you, couldn't breathe without you,
A man who couldn't see the end of the suffering you caused with a single look,
A man who can now see his future free of anguish and pain, free of you,
A man who can wake up in the morning and not wish he was dead,
Will you believe if I tell you I don't dream about you anymore?
Will you believe if I tell you I can't remember your face?
Dawn of a New DayDawn of a New Day2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rebellion, independence; yet what have we gained?
Alas, six-thousand years of suffering and pain.
The abuse of free will brought the sentence of death,
yet men will still curse Him with their last dying breath.
All of the hatred, the prejudice, and the wars.
All of the sadness, the despair, the closed doors.
All of the infants who died before they could live.
All of the mothers who for them would their lives give.
Genocides, jihads, ethnic cleansings, crusades.
Mankind produces evil in aces and spades.
Still, amid all the bad there has also been good,
there have always been lovers who did what they could.
Behold! Comes a day when grey skies turn to blue,
the millennial reign of the One who is true!
The dawn of a new day where love reigns supreme.
His brief time here on earth was but a foregleam.
When that day arrives planet earth is reborn.
No more eyes filled with tears or faces forlorn.
Children so perfect that it seems like a dream.
Polluted waters replaced with clea
HopeKnowing that someday...Hope4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your greatest fears will be your greatest strengths.
DSR - A Game of Fetch"And where do you think you're going, Isabella Vega?"DSR - A Game of Fetch3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The unsuspecting eighteen year old girl freezes in place, despite wanting to jump out of her skin. She feels like she just got caught perpetrating some heinous crime, not merely walking out the front door of her own home. "Um I was just heading out, Mom." Izzy bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes knowing perfectly well she's in for it now.
"Heading out to do what exactly, may I ask?" But it's not really a question as much as it's a demand.
"Study," she offers in a wavering tone, a hand brushing back some of her dark hair.
Her mother's right eyebrow cocks dangerously high, nearly touching her hairline. "And why can't you do that in your room?"
"I don't want to study in my room."
Here it comes.
The woman digs her finger tips into her forehead like she's trying to stop the thoughts from surfacing. Regardless of her efforts, she fails. "But the whole reason you chose to live at home and not in the universit