Lonely No MoreI've been here for as long as I can remember. I've always been 'alive' since 'father' made me. I was so happy when he did, but...that happiness didn't last long.Lonely No More2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Father' eventually passed away. I felt so alone, I didn't have anyone anymore. Anyone from the outside world.
But 'father' made sure I wouldn't be alone. He had us, all of his creations, his 'children' set up into some place. A place that people called an art gallery.
There were so many people! All admiring 'father''s 'children'! All of them!
I wasn't put up with the others. I wonder why? I always heard them whispering something about me being to life like. But thats why 'father' made me! He wanted me to look real! He wanted me to be real!
They just didn't understand.
So they left me in the basement, away from the eyes of others.
But I found a way to look through and see the whole art gallery! I bet they never thought I could do something like that!
At first, the art gallery was empty, but soon, peopl
Memories of You We all sat down in our little blue chairs at our tiny, kidney bean table.Memories of You1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
You, that cute little red-headed boy with the chubby cheeks dotted with freckles, awaited your brownie with a patient smile.
The teacher passed out the yummy treats one by one on napkins, setting them down in front of each child.
The rest of the class ate their snack by picking off tiny pieces and placing them in their mouths.
But you did something different.
You leaned forward and started licking the crumbs, your tongue sticking to the napkin.
"Hey, you guys!" you shouted. "I'm a puppy! Look! I'm eating like a dog!"
The other children looked at you. Some laughed. Others looked disgusted.
The teacher chuckled. "My, what a cute little dog!" she said. "Would the puppy like some water with his treat?"
You barked once, panting, with your tongue sticking out of your mouth.
The teacher gave you a paper cup, filled halfway. You started slurping the water, little drops start sliding down your chin.
Old Man - MusingThere was a timeOld Man - Musing4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
...a man in prime
His rest now drawing near
Life is sweet - still
It moves the day apace
Springtime breezes scatter song
Summer's sun refrains
Joy still comes - in simpler vein
...what once was long pursued
Flutters lazy by - no mind
He's glad of fin and feather
Finds glee in croak and crow
In things that grace the skies above
Or amble by below
There may be time,
For sitting back a spell
(Time will only tell)
Autumn's fine attire is fitting
For age's hoary crown
- He hopes to use it well
Working rockers at his ease
Stalling winter's grim disease
Invisible ManFandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! DMInvisible Man1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Reasoning: Tradefic for Ria–Pia.
Handicap/Requirement: Fic needs to start with the line: 'He had to say goodbye'. And an extra requirement, because this one was just way too good to pass up – after the initial sentence, the paragraphs get shorter and shorter, until there's just one word left.
Ships: None. Thiefshipping and Angstshipping may be implied, but only if you're into those ships; romance is not mentioned anywhere.
Length: 1250 words. Another thing – the number before each paragraph is actually a measurement of how many words are in that paragraph.
Warnings: None, aside from maybe the line breaks...
He had to say goodbye–
–and that desire wasn't just a want, it was a need; and slowly destroying Marik Ishtar from the inside out. He had to say goodbye, c
Lately, the waitHighway traffic, seamless like the skiesLately, the wait3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of October; distant lights foretell
A gush of wind, a magnolia laden threshold.
much sought after
Never Had a GripSay the honestly horrid truthNever Had a Grip1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That had existed since your birth.
Life is a beautiful wonderous gift
It's you that has no worth.
Imagine a place that's far from here
Try it, close your eyes...
A place where you can regret and bleed in peace
And no one will hear your cries.
Young children imagine and set many goals
Believing that one day they will fly.
Then they grow up, and the only sure thing
Is that one day they will certainly die.
Some may have promise, a bright future ahead.
They use their gifts as a stage.
Then they grow old, and they realize
Their talents were only a cage.
I have been hurt, more times than I can count
My soul is a fatal rip.
To my family, my friends, and all that who love me
It's hard to hold on if you never had a grip.
An End to NightmaresThe night seemed to stretch onward endlessly.An End to Nightmares3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I paused from my pacing in order to peek through the windows, waiting. My patience was as vigilant as I could allow it, but it was beginning to wane against my will. My eyes were already drooping, my consciousness rapidly waned, and my body was eager, longing, begging, and desperate for the respite of slumber. For sixty-two hours I had crossed over the rough terrain of the outer regions of Koholint, plunged deeply into its treacherous caverns and catacombs, and entered a labyrinthine shrine. And after having taxed my stamina and endurance to their utter limits, I finally had managed to slay the sixth of the nine treacherous Nightmares. And at last, I had trudged my way across hill, dale, and mountain to return to the quaint little village of Mabe. And all of it had been without one wink of sleep.
I had dared not risk the consequences of slumber, not with the Nightmares still
Witch War - Prolog. (Test)This is just to see what people think about the idea im working on. I want to know what you think about this story, and if this is something you want to see more of. I also want to know whatever you think I need a Beta writer or not. Beta writer is one that fixs all spelling errors and so on... The story will be updated, and most likly removed later for the Orginal version. This is just an small part of what will most likly become Chapter 1. Hope you like it!Witch War - Prolog. (Test)1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
The Cave was blazing.
The cave walls, the ground and everything in there were all burning ferociously.
The sound of collapsing stones where mixed with the sound of boiling water.
The ferocious blaze could be seen from a long distance out from the caves opening making the night sky light up.
The cave where almost filled with smoke and they were almost completely dark. In this smothering darkness, were only the flickering light of the fire provided some light.
The girl was depending on this faint light to see anythin
Looking To The SkyLooking To The Sky:Looking To The Sky1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sweet yearning from the depths of my soul.
Blessed is my mind that drinks of this knowledge.
Though stubborn at first, rejecting its hand.
I have learned to accept it as my only salvation.
From the streets which have long been my home.
I look to the skies and the clouds above.
Through my skills I shall rise, so I may catch the stars.
Even if the journey might be as heavy as stone.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th September 2013, posted by Co-Captain Hayes
Godsfall Chapter 1: Call to the Gods.The priests had said prayer would save his mother, so Osar prayed for a year and a day. Dawn til dusk, beseeching shadow and sunlight. Oft late past the darkening hour he’d bowed his head and grovelled, bargained, begged. He had devoted himself to Dionas the Golden God. But Dionas hadn’t heard the prayers, or worse, refused to answer them. Even the gods couldn’t cure cancer.Godsfall Chapter 1: Call to the Gods.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Osar wrenched another weed from the overturned earth.
And for all of his devotion what did he have to show for it? A grave dug by his own hands and a dead woman to fill it. The Golden God might have been the city’s patron and its father, but Osar didn’t want to trade his mother for a surrogate deity.
Osar gained his feet, brushing dirt from his vestments. His knees were muddied and earth was jammed between his toes thanks to the open-end sandals. His hands, soft and delicate from months of prayer, were bloodied and engrained with dirt from tending to the grave.
A voice from behind Osar
United States Summer 2011America alienates me.United States Summer 20113 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
From touchdown in Atlanta it is obvious I am, so to speak, no longer in Kansas.
I am asked what I am doing here. Repeatedly, and not always in a nice way. I want to answer with the obvious, that I am queuing endlessly for the privilege of being cross examined by an unfriendly customs officer who wants to know all kind of private details my best friend doesn't even know, but I swallow it back and smile meekly, while trying to act like I am not nervous, frustrated and insulted.
Procedures, waiting lines, probing questions, stamps and signatures, and then, finally, the liberating "Enjoy the United States".
I never felt more alien.
passports, fingerprints, eye scans...
I just want my love.
America amuses me.
This first meeting scratches only at the surface. I encounter all the clichés and smile inwardly: the food portions, the convenience stores, the SUVs.
Sixty-one SecondsIt took him sixty-one seconds to die. I counted.Sixty-one Seconds1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The beach was only a walk away from there, and the sun was beating down on our heads and our hats. We hid under the trees and laughed. We were in love, if that's what love meant. We hugged each other, as we walked down the burning pavement in loud flip-flops and ripped shorts.
We were so close. I didn't know that that would be the last time I'd ever see him alive.
I was nervous when I told him, that if we were really in love, we would be together forever. He giggled softly, and told me forever was a long time. I knew that of course. It was too good to be true, I thought. He told me not to think about forever, and we sat on the park bench, overlooking the beach. I leaned my head on his shoulder and I felt his smile light up above me, and I smiled too and closed my eyes. Everything was perfect, that moment there, it felt like forever, a good kind of forever.
We didn't notice the shouting. We were too in love.
Love can do that. Love is blin
Tainted CrownA crown held firmTainted Crown6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a demigod hand
A once proud king
Down on his knees
Long held promises
Have run their course
Now it's time
For a pound of flesh
No matter how holy
And good he was
The crown was tainted
From the demon spawn
No good could come
From such a seed
Back into darkness
This land filled with need
SOPA 2014: Voluntary Agreements, TPP, and StaydownEDIT 3/22: Added some links, some additional notes, and some credit. (Also added some of the same on 3/17)SOPA 2014: Voluntary Agreements, TPP, and Staydown6 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A few days ago, I started seeing journals once again ranting about how SOPA is going to take away our fandom, or even our original content, in my feed here on deviantART. I did a search for reputable sources talking about it, and found just enough to be worth discussing, but not enough to justify the panic that's happened. I vowed I would do a journal about it come the weekend.
Since then, it's blown up. I've had numerous new faves on my old write-up of SOPA 201, despite it having "2013" in the title. I wish I could be happy as well as flattered, but the piece of potential legislation I wrote about then isn't the one people are talking about now. People have been calling for me to explain the "New" SOPA, but research to cite has been scant and so has my time. I have many more obligations now than I did then, and I wrote the last article at a much less busy time
Things I Do When I Feel Down :cThere are times in our lives,Things I Do When I Feel Down :c1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we hit the all time low.
When the second-hand serenades no longer cut it,
And when simply 'letting it burn' no longer works for us.
We roll upon our beds like a roly-poly collection of rolltastic things;
And we lay face up toward the ceiling, slaying monsters on our portable consoles.
But that my friends is when inspiration strikes!
That is the moment when I rise up from the covers,
When I take a marker pen in my hand and use it as a microphone.
When my neighbours wonder what the bloody hell is going on,
Because I've started singing songs by Nightwish.
And when I get bored of that, IRON SAVIOUR,
Heavy Metal never dies!
Marylin Manson, The Beautiful People.
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Your Guardian Angel.
Because truly when I see you smile,
Though tears may not run down my face,
I would never in this world replace:
The feeling of a success, and the smile it might brings
When I entertain you, with the way I sing.
And if you've gotten
Living With A LieYou sit there shaking; emotionally frozen.Living With A Lie1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You check the time on your watch, despite knowing it already.
The ever-present numbness, the cold feeling which clutches at your soul;
That is what you feel upon the dawn of the lie.
To know its nature, to know its being;
To have it spill upon your awareness.
What words would surmise such a bitter feeling:
Perhaps the use of dejection, p
Like Only the Stars are WatchingMr. Glenn’s wife died the day before last. Of course, now all their children could talk about was what she would have wanted.Like Only the Stars are Watching1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“She would want a proper burial,” Gary, the eldest, said.
“In the cemetery at Memorial Park,” Martin said.
Gary shook his head. “Much too crowded there. She wouldn’t want to knock elbows with anyone. She would prefer be buried in the Green Meadows Cemetery.”
“No,” Lisa Marie said, slapping her hand against Mr. Glenn’s antique table. “She wouldn’t want a grave. If she was here, she’d tell us to cremate her and spread her ashes across the farm.”
“I don’t think she liked this farm as much as you think,” Kurt said. “We should take the boat and spread her ashes out at sea. She would like that better.”
Lisa Marie huffed and crossed her arms. “Mom told me everything, and I can promise you that what she would want is to be here, on the farm.
Supportin' Our TroopsBarry studied the photo, squinting.Supportin' Our Troops1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It could’ve been this kid. It was entirely in the realm of possibility that, in the three months since the license picture was taken, he had grown dreadlocks, which he’d dyed a deliberately filthy blond. It was also possible that he had regrown the three front teeth which had been very obviously knocked out. Or maybe they were plastic caps. The technology existed. Contacts could explain away the eye color changing from brown to blue. A lot of people wore them, these days. Barry himself opted for glasses, feeling they made him appear more sophisticated.
“This is you?” he asked.
The kid appeared to shit between three and five bricks. Still, he maintained composure as best could be expected of a sixteen year old boy, half-lidded his eyes in a caricature of calm exasperation, and nodded.
“When’s your birthday?”
He screwed up his face like he was doing calculus
I Seek...They had been fighting for hours. It was a fight for power, for dominance. No one dared to touch the other's body. If they did, it would be lethal; their death. They compromised destroying everything else around them.I Seek...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She circled him with blazing eyes. They radiated a quenchless desire for revenge. She was on fire. He, on the other side, stood still at the same place. It was like he was frozen. He had his eyes closed but he could sense her. She was around him, provoking him to an endless fight. Her insistence bothered him. He opened his eyes, dark blue eyes, and pierced her with invisible blades. A faint cry slipped her lips. His cold indifference hurt her and that was enough to pull the trigger.
She covered the distance between them and attacked him without thinking the consequences. Her searing fire covered him as she embraced his figure with immaterial hands. He screamed in acute pain. Her heat melted his boneless body. She always found a way to destroy h
Let Sleeping Gods Lie ARCHAEOLOGISTS CLAIM TO HAVE FOUND GODLet Sleeping Gods Lie1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Archaeologists revealed in a press conference that they had unearthed an Entity of Unknown Origin (EUO) early Thursday morning when they broke open a sealed structure. Up until the archaeologists cracked it open, the structure had been untouched for nearly two thousand years. Archaeologists were unable to answer how the EUO managed to survive, or why the structure was sealed in the first place.
“This is a major discovery,” says head archaeologist Noland Grace. “Whether you’re a Christian or not, this is going to be a game changer. We found God. It’s not just some controversial myth anymore. I expect a lot of people will be in a hurry to convert once this story gets out.”
Not everyone is so excited. “That place was sealed for a reason,” said a member of the dig crew. He spoke on condition of anonymity, because he was not authorized to disclose information.
fragments.You tell me that hearts don't work, that the sounds they make are just ghosts passing through. That bodies are pieces of everything everyone's lost slowly coming apart. Burning down childhood homes is a hobby of yours, and it's your plan to die that way, dancing with the flames. But oh, warrior of summers spent kissing too many girls with sharp teeth, put your lighter down. The night is a snow globe, and we are two figurines posed together as stars swirl around us. You can always burn yourself tomorrow. Be with me tonight, instead. Let the broken parts of me fit into the broken parts of you; I could be the piece you need to get your chest to start.fragments.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The World's Greatest ActorThe World’s Greatest Actor, now a father, prepared lunch for his three children. Humming to himself happily, he slathered pieces of bread with peanut butter and jelly. He put them each into individual plastic containers, then the containers into brightly coloured cloth bags along with plums and juice boxes. He wanted to make sure they ate healthy but enjoyed what they ate. He was rewarded with their smiles when his three children came running in. An elder girl in grade two, followed by a twin boy and girl who were in kindergarten, greeted him. He said good morning and picked them all up in a bear hug, kissing them each on the forehead. They laughed and ran to eat their breakfasts, cereal which he had poured for them. When they were done, he followed them up the stairs to make sure each one of them brushed their teeth, washed their hands, and picked up their school bags. He watched them shove their carefully packed lunches into their bags and run out the front door. He stood withThe World's Greatest Actor1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This