to my only crush.you were the first and last person i ever liked.to my only crush.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
after the age of 14 something broke,
or maybe i just liked the thought of someone liking me back,
or the way you made me laugh.
i liked the concept of you,
until you grew up.
i've known you for 9 years, or known of you i suppose,
but i don't really know you. not anymore.
i know the you that was buried 4 years ago beside a father.
i never saw you break, but i saw the tailspin, the rubble after the crash.
you've been in a tailspin for years,
praying to a god you don't believe in to just stop the ride long enough for you to get your bearings.
you used to be the smell of hamburgers grilling and outdoors and pavement.
you were blue sky summers with my brothers,
your smile a stop sign for my 12 year old breath.
you were airsofting, halo, and the screamo band in the garage disrupting my reading.
you were jokes and guitar strings and water balloon fights.
but by the time i was 14 i'd outgrown liking you,
outgrown liking anyone at all
and you'd o
winter heart.maybe it's the weather. maybe it's the steam in the morning and the fog in my lungs that brings these words to life. i can feel them stirring under my breath like a second life; i can taste them in the december air that teases nostalgia from the pitter patter of my winter heart.winter heart.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it's like life is a faded photograph. its like time is a frozen lake. it's like i'm sitting on porches wearing oversized sweaters and holding cups that burn the tips of my numb fingertips. it's like i'm in a forest and it's damp. it's dark. it tastes like a memory and the rain looks the way it did two years ago when i was broken. it's like remembering something perfect in a moment that was anything but; like holding something just out of reach in the palm of my hand.
ten months and three days ago: i'm in a coffee shop with frost on the sidewalk. it is quiet and loud and i have the feeling that i really am all alone. but it isn't bad. it is peaceful. it is soft and my bruised heart breathes deep. i exhale. it is
Rose and Dimitri: last kissWe ran to the exit, emerging into the air. My group clustered by the opening, anxious to see what had happened. The sun, I was dismayed to see, was nearly gone. The nausea hadn't left me, which meant Strigoi were still alive.Rose and Dimitri: last kiss4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Moments later, my mother's party came tearing down the hall. By the numbers, one more had gone down. But they were so close. Everyone around me tensed up. So, so close.
But not close enough. Three Strigoi lay in wait in one of the alcoves. We'd passed them, but they'd let us go by. It all happened so fast; no one could have reacted in time. One of the Strigoi grabbed Celeste, his mouth and fangs going for her cheek. I heard a strangled scream and saw blood everywhere. One of the Strigoi went for Ms. Carmack, but my mother jerked her away and shoved her forward towards us.
The third Strigoi went for Dimitri. In all the time I had known him, I'd never seen Dimitri falter. He was always faster, always stronger than everyone else. Not this time. This Strigoi had caugh
feel the flame unfurlsunrise is stretching to its fingertips,feel the flame unfurl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and they're brushing scarlet chills down my
honing their love until
i can feel something
curled and crawling, biting and sure,
small and growing
struggling to be free.
my chest is a web of roots breaking
apart, mosaic shards of a past flung screaming
back to its rightful place, fathomless paper
in a hurricane, dead-eyed angels
too stingingly pristine to hold the world,
any of it.
and us, we are flung forwards like pebbles at stars
because together we're
cresting swells of wind
and tumbling seas to command
at the meeting of lava and ice
as the winter rose sits by, thorns scattered
into breaths i watch by morning light
crisp and undeterred.
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
the words and the silence_c.words are what brought us together.the words and the silence_c.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
it was the sentences and the phrases, the way the vowels sounded when you murmured them over state lines. it was the way i could hear your tongue roll and your teeth click; the sensual sighs between the beginning and the end. it was the way i could hear the ocean in your voice and the way i could feel the typhoon at the base of my spine. there was no friction between your fingertips and my flesh. there was no raised hairs from the tide of your breath. it was the language and the way we forged it between upraised hands and a prayer. it was the promise of tomorrow and the carved stone we left on our porch step - knowing one day our sails would fill with more than just hope.
Dreams are what gave our words life.
Oh, there was glory in the romance we dreamt of. We saw a legend in our tale, awaiting a serendipitous encounter and we craved to carve out its epic climax with our bare fingertips. Yes there was glory, and even pride. Pride that ou
You know you love VD when,1. You have the Season 1 DVD or watch reruns online.You know you love VD when,4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. You've had dreams about it.
3. You where either yourself, Damon, Stefan, or Elena in those dreams.
4. You have VD collectibles.
5. You are a member of any type of VD fansite.
6. You are a member of Team Stefan, Team Damon, Team Stelena, Team Delena, or Team Elena (any others I don't know about, please let me know!)
7. If you miss an episode for whatever reason, it bothers the crap outta you.
8. After you watch an episode, you think about it alot.
9. You have a lot of deviations pertaining to VD.
10. You've read the books and watch the series.
11. You've read the books more than once.
12. You read other books by LJ Smith
13. You like to use quotes from the series in everyday life.
14. Someone has asked you why you love vampires so much.
15. You gave that person a very detailed explanation as to why.
16. You like to drink a lot of red colored drinks because it looks like ur drinking blood.
17. Someone has commented on your red color
to be born in the rainThe sky's cold tears fallto be born in the rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mingling with the salty trails on my face.
I am born with a winter's rain
caressing my newly formed cheeks,
stiff limbs taking first steps through puddles -
tiny oceans gracing black pavement.
So this is what it feels like
b r e a t h e
fresh, cold air floods tender senses,
tingling and full of a thousand new smells
connected with sights and sounds.
Birth is a cold, fresh, marvelous thing
pulsing and swaying to the discordant music
of new life.
i dream as a lion.i used to dream about sinking into the ocean. i used to dream about going up in flames and finding redemption in the way that the ash fell from my hands. now, when i dream, i think about the way that passion used to light my veins. i think about the pain that pinched my limbs and the cramps that woke me screaming in the middle of the night. i dream about the agony - the way i would stare at the sun and call it living. the way that i called each bleeding wound life and each burned palm passion.i dream as a lion.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i was the girl that swallowed the world and spit up the ocean. i remember the way that the mountains scraped my throat and the slaughter of the world settling into the pit of my belly. i remember the bitterness hitting the back of my throat and the way that even when i doubled over, even when i screamed out, even when i hit my knees that i was crying hallelujah. the way that the world was brighter for the pain and the way that i believed the only way i could see was when i was saltwate
it won't, i know that.Let me tell you a story. Let me paint you a picture.it won't, i know that.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s dark and I’m alone and the wind is howling and once upon a time, I might have made this sound poetic. I’m crying, but it’s not pretty. I’m crying and my nose is red and my hands are shaking and the cigarette is limp between my scarred, calloused fingers. I once might have made this sound pretty. I might have made it sound desirable. Did you want a high? All you had to do was touch my skin, to feel your way down my sweat-slicked hips. Did you want to get buzzed? You just had to soak in the passion like alcohol and let your mind go wild. I used to have nothing but chaos to offer. Now I just have memories – do you want to take them?
But you won’t. I know that. I paid the price and life paid me. Whatever I once had is gone and it’s been replaced with this shaking emptiness. I can no longer get drunk. I just get sad. I sit at broken pianos and think about the music they used to make, li
Tick TockYour time isn't upTick Tock10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's one thing to be alive.
.and like a stone at.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the bottom of the river
or the sea,
i think life might just be
flowing right past me
she knows her paper cuts by name.Rose bloodshe knows her paper cuts by name.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
or the crisscross
of origami limbs?
as deep &
as the ocean;
Truths of a fallen angeltrust, close your eyes, fall into my figure and float on your back along a cloud in a misty skyTruths of a fallen angel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ripples of dreams pintch on your neck, down your jaw to find your lips
all the time your heads telling your hearts that this isnt real
dont worry, im here, not going anywhere,
but dont look down,
you'll get scared and will dissolve in my fingertips to icy grey dust to leave me with nothing
look up to heaven and open your lock of chains twisted around you mind and let it free to find your
true self, to find a god to push us together, in fate and destainy
luminous undying bodies that sway in winds and leaps of faith
we are two falling angles with the hands of the earth in ours
find the key in a childs wishes, and steal it in hope he doesnt notice and start to cry
this is the key to the doors we will open forever to let in the pure light of the angels silver wings
you repay the child you robbed of dreams with these new sights of new born babies and cradled loves
and give him hope of a new world
Commission: Char Bio: GraylingCommission: Char Bio: Grayling2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Title: Rogue – Thief – Nimble Fingers
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Description: Height - 5' 2" Weight - 86 lbs Age - 20
Slight and slim in physique as any drow would be. White wispy hair is cut short and given a tousled look, born of one with no patience to groom lengthy locks or even short ones. Grayling was named for her telltale drowish blood in her dark skin which is mostly gray with mottled hints of muddy brown mixed in and delicate pointed ears that have a slightly rounded shape, giving evidence to her human heritage. Grayling has a fine balance of both bloodline’s: A rounded face, thick dark eyebrows, eyelashes, and brilliant blue eyes that do not slant the way they are supposed to in a typical drow.
She is considered cute rather than pretty, girlish and tom-boyish. Grayling’s waifish figure is often mistaken for a kid or a boy due to
I Hate That I Love YouI hate that you're my every thoughtI Hate That I Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I wake with you on my mind
And fall asleep
To images of your smile
I hate that I adore you so
With gorgeous eyes
And sweet lips
I long to taste
I hate the way you make me feel
Like I need you to survive
As if breathing without you
I hate that I yearn for you
I hunger for your touch
Of every day
I hate the way I love you
With every beat
Of my wretched heart
That loving you keeps me alive
Yet keeps me alone
The Good Old DaysI remember every single moment.The Good Old Days3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The first moment that you held my hand in yours;
when you kissed my cheek for the first time,
when we landed tangled on the floor and our lips first met.
Those groggy moments when I woke up lying next to you.
Every time your eyes lit up when you smiled at me.
Those last moments of the night waiting at the bus stop.
Your warm hugs on a freezing winter's day.
The feeling of your heart pounding in your chest;
your soft touch blazing trails of tingles across my bare skin.
The scent of your amazing cologne invading the air, I love it's smell.
The gentle kisses and the intense passionate ones that took my breath away.
Those loving messages we sent when you were so far away.
The happiness we shared so often.
The joy I felt seeing you walk towards me in the air-port.
Being with you and getting so close, you will live in my heart forever.
The passion I felt for you so many amazing times.
Every time you made my heart skip a beat.
These are only a few of the things
NPC: Lesaonar ZauviirNPC: Lesaonar Zauviir8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Click to see picture!
Lesaonar Zauviir - WARBLADE
Title: House Weaponsmaster
Faction: Web of the Spider Queen
Allies: Valas Zauviir, Xull'rae Zauviir
Enemies: Anyone who shames his house or breaks the law
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Classes: Undecided (but all fighter based to be sure)
Hit Points: DM fills
Melee Attack: DM fills
Skills: DM fills
Feats: DM fills
Possessions: (Items and Equipment) DM fills
Description: Height - 4' 9" Weight - 97 lbs Age - 124
As the Zauviir House's Weaponsmaster Lesaonar is all brawn, having no magical talent aside from his drow abilities. Well versed in many fighting styles and physically able to don heavy armor for his small stature earns
the first two monthsi'm silent becausethe first two months3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'd be talking
a mile a minute
(closing this distance)
and imagining you
we spent the afternoon
lying on my floor
and i love how
our hands can never
keep to themselves
my stomach bears my name
in a terrible yellowed lime lacquer
in your terrible scrawl
and i'm happy to have it
my knee smiles with its red mouth
a scrape from the boulders
we piloted ourselves like airplanes
deep across seas
before the rain set in too heavily
my thigh is a volcano
erupting soon with bruises
shaped like your fingers
and my elbow blossoms
like a hot flower
from my bedframe
sometime we will spend a day
in the sun on my roof
soft touches welcome
like the big star's beams
and sometime we will
hidden in the hollows
behind your home
and sometime we will
understand that not everything
has to be perfect or make sense
to be perfect or make sense.
Xull'rae's Christmas WishIt was getting colder as the sun fell behind the horizon. The wind was picking up and snow would be falling again soon. It had been a long journey to get here; Xull'rae could not just teleport as she had never been here and everyone she had spoke to did not have a clear picture of the area. She was cold and so tired.Xull'rae's Christmas Wish8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Xull'rae had traveled countless miles with little rest to get here in time. She only carried one bag for clothes and provisions. The ground and shrubs had been her bed for two months and her horse had been killed and eaten to give some meat besides the mushrooms and stale bread she brought. She had overestimated the distance and did not factor in the white stuff called snow. Snow, she realized was hard to travel in when there was a lot of it, and deep too. She was about two weeks behind schedule, but she had been keeping track of the days by carving marks in a stick.
.did you ever stop.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to think, that maybe the stars
are gazing at you
IWaV: Alexander-ParadiseIWaV: Alexander-Paradise3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Paradise tis more a feeling of poetry than e'er it tis a place. For it is the memory of laughter racing over green pastures down to gentle bubbling brooks to play in the waters. It is the tranquil wonder of the beauty and might of a cascading falls towering high above alone within the never-ending forests, dwarfing the trees in its solitary power. It is diving into the cool, inviting waters of spring or falls and lavishing in the loving caress of the blanketing liquid all around. It is a sun-filled day in dappled gardens where flowers bloom and birds sing. It is a star-studded night dancing close and quiet as only two can. Paradise is a magic. And it resides, I ensure, in a form most enamoring. For to me above all else paradise has found its definition in a petite frame. Paradise wears boundless curling tresses that fall in sweeping cascade when set free to frame two scintillating crystal
NPC: Valas ZauviirNPC: Valas Zauviir8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
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Valas Zauviir - Anima Mage
Title: House Wizard
Faction: Web of the Spider Queen
Enemies: His mother in particular
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Classes: Undecided (but all arcane to be sure)
Hit Points: DM fills
Melee Attack: DM fills
Skills: DM fills
Feats: DM fills
Possessions: (Items and Equipment) DM fills
Description: Height - 4' 10" Weight - 89 lbs Age - 144
Valas is a comely well built drow. The body under his robes is well toned and physically fit, unusual for a wizard, but a necessity for one in his position. He is a beautiful man (+20 APP) but one side of his face is horribly scarred and is covered with a mask. Valas has all the features of a typical drow. Crimson eyes, long luxurious whi