What Water Tastes LikeI am a great actress.What Water Tastes Like2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have been hiding my pain
for years now.
Spiritual warfare isn't something
every teen girl goes through
He knows how much I've cried
behind my bathroom door,
can't take much more -
only to come out as if
nothing could ever damage me...
I listened to the enemy.
"Unworthy, unloved, unwanted."
"Put that blade to your body."
And I did.
I told myself I never would,
told myself I never could.
That's something that should
never even cross my mind.
But it did.
A girl as young as me
shouldn't be battling death,
but I have since third grade.
Jesus was my aid.
Nights he would serenade
me to sleep,
reassuring I am His to keep.
Morning came and He would shout,
"Child! Do not doubt.
There is so much to live for -
this is not what I have in store
But it wasn't easy.
Sometimes I couldn't hear
and out of anger and fear
I screamed at the Lord
doubting He'd appear.
But He always did.
And He will continue
to surprise me -
that's just who He is
ScarsI can be your best friendScars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your darkest secret.
I can cause happiness
while causing great pain.
I can be obvious and scream on you body
or silent and hide in your mind.
I thrive in trauma and fear
then drown in compassion and comfort
Over time I will vanish
but I will never go away
You will always be my victim.
every second of every day.
For I am your scars
Pages Found in an Old Dungeon My name is Nicholas. I know by now people may have already forgotten about me, but I used to be addressed as "Father Christmas" and "Santa Claus" among many other names. I suppose that I might be merely dismissed as a myth nowadays. I daresay it has been hundreds of years since I last brought treasures to a kind soul. Ah, but I have lost track of the ages in this wretched oubliette. There is not even a tinge of sunlight to indicate the passage of day.Pages Found in an Old Dungeon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I cannot fathom how I could have possibly deserved such a fate. Everyday, my stomach burns of hunger, and yet I cannot die of starvation. Simply stated, I cannot die.
I never imagined that I would detest my existence. The year was 1717 and I was the happiest man in the world. As far as occupations came, mine was a most fortunate one. Riding a sleigh harnessed to flying reindeer and delivering happiness to children on the Nice List was a pu
Lullaby"I've been waiting my entire life to tell you that I'm dying and I figured I'd finally get it over with.Lullaby4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So here I am, carving forgive me
into my teeth, so every time that I speak
I can still say that I'm sorry.
More years have passed in the last than I care to remember
but I could never forget:
In eighth grade my chorus teacher always told me,
'Michael, you'll never be good enough.'
and it always excited me. It reminded me of my mother.
On the last day of school she smiled,
her teeth jagged like a train wreck,
she didn't say a word,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
In high school I fell in love with a roadside bomb waiting to be detonated by a passing glance.
Every time she blew up,
she'd pick the pieces of herself off of bathroom floors
mixed with the medicine she never needed. She had
One day she caught me staring, smiled, walked over, and hugged me...
she smelled like a lonely night.
As she pulled away she looked me dead in the eyes and said,
'Don't worry abou
Love Reaps part 14Love Reaps part 144 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No just give him a little kick in the ribs!" Daemon ordered with anger, letting out another sigh as I booted the horses ribcage, And once again for the 67th time, I met back with the ground.
Yes I had counted, and yes this horse hates my guts. Everything Daemon told me to do, I tried to do, but Boom doesn't make it easy.
I laid motionless on the ash ground. Staring blankly up at the gloomed sky. Daemon strutted over until his head towered over me.
"Are you trying to fail at this?" he snorted. I shrugged.
"Obviously I don't need to try to fail," I muttered mindlessly.
"Well I've noticed that, but the thing is, you need to be able to ride Boom or we won't be able to get anywhere easily."
"Well sorry grumpy stumpy,"
"What did you call me?!"
"Are you becoming deaf as well now?" I asked sarcastically, heaving my rag doll body off the ash floor.
"Scarlet don't piss with me!" He hissed, pointing his arched index finger at me. "I'm in no mood for your gobbledygook!"
Fear Not thy SemicolonGrammar is a force to be reckoned with, armed with such mighty weapons as: , : ; ' " . and ?. In short: quite an impressive arsenal. Unfortunately, one mighty piece of punctuation has been sadly both abused and underused over the years. I am here writing this to attempt to rectify that!Fear Not thy Semicolon3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Here, let me show you
"As a child I used to jump off the roof of my house, it was all part of a fiendishly clever scheme to force my body to evolve wings and fly free around the world."
This sentence is incorrect. The comma alone isn't strong enough to hold a sentence together; I guess it hasn't spent enough time at the gym. A comma is only a breath or pause, not a transition. To put it simply, I have just violated the comma by using it in ways it should never be used and it may now require months of intensive therapy.
"As a child I used to jump off the roof of my house. It was all part of a fiendishly clever scheme to force my body to evolve wings and fly free around the world."
This is correct.
Scary Monster aNd Nice Spirite EnglishScary Monster aNd Nice Spirite English2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scary Monster and Nice Spirite
We all at some time feel it … this feeling, this sensation, this adrenaline. When we are in danger it is when more it appears and is what it gives us the force to go out of difficulty, all … WE ALL in this world have it, some of them do not develop it, others if, others simply see it as a curse … as I pass to my 3 years ago …
SMn´NS chapter 0
I was in the habit of being a normal girl, any world was saying that it was like an angel … (A nice spirite), was happy nice, sweet, had very good qualifications. My only friend (with the one that had more confidence) to the one that was telling him everything he was Jeff a boy of the same stature blond hair gray eyes, I was a girl of medium stature, chestnut-colored too clear hair, eyes color white honey, teas, many people were saying that my eyes seemed of crystal, that they were so pure, that
Champagne WishesWake me upChampagne Wishes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I seem to have grown old
And long to be young
Wake me up
I'm fast asleep
Trapped in a nightmare
Longing to return
To dreams of sugarplums
The TypewriterThe TypewriterThe Typewriter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come quickly! I've gone an' done it!" he shouted. I turned just as he poked his head into the room with a bright smile across his face.
"What did you do?" I asked as I walked towards his study. Chris had said those same words nearly twelve times this week. Every other day he had called me in for some discovery.
I pushed open the door t
ERIC and THE TIME MACHINE (Part II)a part with dinosaurs and kelangedangs.ERIC and THE TIME MACHINE (Part II)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
(if you missed part one you can read it here)
It’s not every day that you discover a time machine in the hallway cupboard. Usually this would mean you could travel to any time you want...but not today. Today we had to go look for Eric cause Eric found the time machine before we did. Lucky for us we knew that he went to a long long time ago, we could tell cause the box is covered in dust and all the letters on the side is faded away...like all things that’s from a long long time ago. We decided that we should probably paint new letters on the sides before we go. It won’t go very far with letters that’s already faded. Oh...and maybe we could also make one or two other adjustments while we are busy...
We've built our own time machines before but none of them worked very well. They couldn't go back in time, they could on
The Ghost and The Gale (and the Picsees).Today is Halloween and that means tricky treats! We promise not to do any sneaky tricks but we do have a little treat for you! It’s a wee story we wrote...a ghost story...The Ghost and The Gale (and the Picsees).1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
THE GHOST & THE GALE (and the Picsees).
You might have heard many a tale of ghosts and ghouls before, and chances are you've heard one or more on this, the day of Halloween. But mark these very words...for when you look back upon them you will see it foretold that you've never heard a tale quite like this before...
It happened one night not too long ago. The moon was new and the thin slice of light visible on its face only moments earlier was now masked by a thick veil of fog drifting over the cold north sea into the heart of Scotland where a wee little village lay sleeping. Not a soul was awake...or so it seemed, as it would have been near impossible for a mortal eye to see the three figures walking in the shadows of the only road cutting through this wee village...but this is not the scary part cause w
Riddle MeI come from nothing and I ask for something.Riddle Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No one has ever seen me,
Yet no one does not know me.
I am lighter than a grain of sand,
Yet men have collapsed under my weight.
I have ended more lives than any war,
Yet I never fail to warn my victims.
I ask for only one thing.
What am I?
The Vampire Survival Guide, v1The Vampire Survival Guide, v110 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Section I: What are Vampires?
Vam-pire \vam-pîr\ n 1: a night-wandering bloodsucking ghost 2: a person who preys on other people; esp.: a woman who exploits and ruins her lover 3: vampire bat
There is some nonfiction in that definition, and yet there is much fiction. Myth and reality. To survive the vampire holocaust, we must first understand exactly what it is we are fleeing. A vampire is, in simplest form, a human affected by a horrible dementia-inducing blood disease. These poor souls have, by some means, been infected by a disease similar to anemia, in which blood is short in quantity. Some symptoms are also similar to anemia (Paleness, irregular sleep conditions.) But the similarity ends there.
It was long speculated that the disease, which has been dubbed Neuroplasma (due to its eventual psychological effect), was a virus, but the theory was later discarded after recorded autopsies confirmed that it was indeed caused by an unidentifiable infectious agent
CITY! Follow This..i care for no one elseCITY! Follow This..2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i am a mighty warrior
i try to convince myself
read the harold
i face the yellow city
with her yellow teeth
she worships me
but only emptiness will comfort me
i hang my head
Glazes Part 1Glaze Recipes Part 1Glazes Part 14 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sharing a few formula's I use
all glazes are ^6 electric/oxidation
Shiny Red got this one from dA- sorry, forget who had it
21 Laguna Borate
16 Nepheline Syenite
5 Tin Oxide
0.15 Chrome Oxide
Pete Pinnel;s Weathered Blue
1 Lithium Carbide
20 Strontium Carbonate
60 Nepheline Syenite
10 OM-4 Ball Clay
1 cobalt chloride
3 copper carbonate
25.3 Potash Feldspar
20.0 Gerstley Borate
22.0 Nepheline Syenite
1.8 Red Iron Oxide
2.8 Light Rutile
3.5 Copper Carbonate
Werewolf Guidelines: My MythosWerewolf Guidelines: My Mythos3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This write-up is meant to clarify my own ideas about werewolves and lycanthropy in the context of my individual realm. These parameters define lycanthropy in my own characters' universe, and are not meant to be definitions for other opinions on the mythology.
In the Vengeance canon and later (The Pursuit and later fictional works), Versa Novak, age 17, is the 'world's only werewolf.' This is an assumption made by both Versa herself and her father (for Versa's mother and grandmother, her only other two female relatives, are both deceased). Other overlapping werewolf packs or existing real werewolves have not been discovered, or are at this point irrelevant to her storyline. I open the possibility of other werewolves existing, but proof of other lycanthropes is non-existent, canonically.
This being said, purely "Novakian lycanthrop
Love Reaps part 6Love Reaps part 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"If only I could always travel that way," Daemon murmured to himself, straightening his shirt and jacket. "Just need to wait for " At that moment I landed on his back, sending him face first into the ground.
"Um are you alright?" I asked sheepishly, blushing violently. Sitting on his strong, yet comfy back.
"Once you get off me, yes!" he exclaimed, turning his head, showing the dirt that was smudged over his face. I crawled off his luxurious back. He stood up and straightened himself again. "You could have stuck the landing?"
"Well tell that to Randy, who pushed me in or well down," I replied irritably, thinking about that sharp nosed freak.
"He may not seem the best," he said, brushing the dust off his sleek leather jacket. "But he's absolutely loyal, and does everything he's ever been ask. I know this, cause I've worked with that Randy for years." I sighed.
"I never said he wasn't, I just dislike him," I said snootily, he just simply rolled his purplish eyes. "By the w
Glazes Part 2Glaze Recipes Part 2Glazes Part 23 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sharing a few formula's I use
all glazes are ^6 electric/oxidation
Floating Blue Revision 1
Nepheline Syenite 41
Gerstley Borate 17
Frit 3134 13
Red Iron Oxide 2
Cobalt Carbonate 1.5
DeviantART's Ten CommandmentsDeviantART's Ten Commandments10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Ten Commandments of DeviantART
1. Thou shalt not put thyself before the art, or any idols of selfishness.
2. Thou shalt not take the name of deviantART in vain, nor claim it as thy own, or face penalty of banishment.
3. Thou shalt keep holy the forums and shoutbox, and only speak of adequate material in appropriate forum.
4. Thou shalt honor thy administrators and staff members, for they are the keepers of the peace and of the maintenance.
5. Thou shalt not kill a horse, only to continue to pummel its carcass on the wall of text that is the Forum.
6. Thou shalt not commit adultery of the Favourites system, such abuse is not tolerated and will result in the ceremonial urine-saturated March of the