A Hero's NightmareThe souls that I could not saveA Hero's Nightmare8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sticks and StonesThey say words can never hurt you.Sticks and Stones10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Silence does a better job.
Turning Back to the StartWho says heroes needed to have powers?Turning Back to the Start2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In all our shared fantasies,
The heroes we created were only as powerful as the size of their hearts and the purity of their love.
Often written of, spoken of but hardly understood.
It's that many faced love that empowers us the most.
Who says a life together had to be easy?
My best friend...my true love.
Is it too much to ask for both?
Long before these words were written,
A wise man said that friendship was a single soul in two bodies.
Doesn't that sound familiar?
We've come a long way together and we've still got time.
The monument we've built only lasted because of so much renewal.
But I will gladly take one more laugh and one more tear.
One more blissful dream and one more nightmare.
My greatest wish is not for our story to end in a straight line.
But to turn back to the beginning again and again.
All I Want-Ed x WinryAll I Want-Ed x Winry3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The setting sun left a faint golden halo in the distant horizon, like a child peeking over the edge of a bed. The slowly darkening sky brought out fading shades of pink and orange. And the heat of the day was replaced by a gentle breeze, blowing against faces and bringing sweet relief from the day's work. The kind of summers in Resembool that Edward Elric still enjoyed, long after his childhood.
In the distance, he spotted a figure seated by a tree near the remains of his old house. The setting sun made shadows of her figure, but even in the fading light, he still recognized his childhood friend, Winry Rockbell. He felt a pang in his heart, the same kind he had every time he saw her since he was 15. He hesitated for a moment, staring at his right arm. It had finally been restored during his voyage back from the other side of the Gate, as was his left leg. He still kept his prosthetic automail limbs as souvenirs, however. After living for so long with them, he found it hard to part with
Seizing BeautySeize beauty with both your handsSeizing Beauty8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Don't let go. Make it yours.
Love-struck PugilistEvery fool in the game knows the rules of the fightLove-struck Pugilist1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Put them up, do your best or go hungry tonight.
Take some hits, throw a punch, do as best as you're able
Win this bout and go home with some food on the table.
From the day I left school to the day I drop dead
I've broken every bone just to earn my bread.
It hurts to starve but when push comes to shove
Nothing hurts worse than the hunger for love.
Every day, my heart hurts
And by night, it gets worse
I remember the day you gave me your smile
And for once, life feels right, if only for a while.
My opponent's blow puts me back in my place,
It's my own fault, dreaming of your face.
The ring has no patience for dreamers and fools,
But you'll save your skin if you play by the rules
Keep my head in the game, the fight is not done
The bell's just went off and it's time for round one!
I lie in bed dreaming, of getting my chance
Daring to dream of the truest romance.
My hardest fight has yet to start,
But I'll know that I've won when I'v
Aerith's PrayerAerith's Prayer4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The gentle light from the moon shimmered through the broken roof of a church in Sector 5 in the metropolis of Midgar. A lone girl was still in the church, when everyone else had long gone home. Her pink dress was illuminated by the limelight moon, and she was kneeling down to look at the flowers that grew in the old church. She breathed a sigh of both pleasure and exhaustion, for it had been a long day for her. But her pleasure didn't last very long.
A feeling of foreboding dropped down and covered her in its net, and Aeris lifted her head. She looked up at the open roof and glimpsed at the diamond studded cloak above the clouds. She had been reminded suddenly of her dear friend with whom she had fallen in love with; the Shinra mercenary who had fallen from that very gap in the roof not long ago. His azure eyes were hard enough to forget. But it was something else that shook the girl's reverie to the core; she knew that something was amiss.
She gazed up at the moon through the gap in t
The Beautiful DreamerYou will never know how I envy you, MorpheusThe Beautiful Dreamer1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you are the only being that can understand what this beautiful sleeper thinks of
As she lays on that white sea, eyes shut to the world.
What I wouldn't give to be at peace with her in her realm of dreams
To see her smile oft hidden in her waking life
Under her armour as impenetrable as it is invisible.
Answer me, O beautiful dreamer
Is the world so cruel that you cannot confide in me
The secrets of your timorous heart?
Perhaps one day, I will be worthy of your consideration
And you will know me for real
Until then, your somnolent smile will suffice.
Duel of the Keyblades- Ch. 1Duel of the Keyblades- Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was the middle of the night, if there was even such a thing as a day in the World That Never Was, a realm that was in perpetual dark. A grand metropolis stood in the centre of the world, with colossal buildings that seemed intent on invading the dusky sky in order to reach the heart-shaped moon where Kingdom Hearts supposedly stood. Slogan boards and the lights that shimmered from within the buildings seemed to be the only sources of light, the only relief from the unending shadows. The streets were quite empty except for two figures that stood facing each other, neither of them saying a word.
The first one was a blue-eyed boy of medium height and slim build whose light brown hair was spiked. He wore black shorts and a short-sleeved hooded jacket with a blue shirt and yellow-black boots. Red pouches hung on his sides supported by yellow straps while a dark blue belt was wrapped around his waist. His fingerless gloves had a yellow band encircling the wrist while two white straps cris
La Belle SongeuseTu ne sauras jamais à quel point je t'envie, MorphéeLa Belle Songeuse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Car tu es le seul être qui puisse comprendre à quoi cette dormeuse pense
Quand elle s'allonge sur cette mer blanche, les yeux fermés au monde
Ce que je donnerais pas pour être en paix avec elle dans son royaume des rêves
De voir son sourire maintes fois caché pendant sa vie de veille
Sous son armure aussi impénétrable qu'invisible
Réponds-moi, O belle songeuse
Le monde est-il si cruel que tu ne peux pas me confier
Les secrets de ton cœur timoré?
Peut-être un jour, serai-je digne de tes égards
Et tu me connaitras pour de vrai
En attendant, ton sourire somnolent me suffira
A Different Kind of DancerA Different Kind of Dancer5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Roxas was at his locker once again, putting his lunch and the books he wouldn't need for his next class away. It was that time of year again, when Twilight Town's Annual Christmas Dance would attract every person in the school to the gymnasium at Twilight Town High School. He sighed to himself, knowing that this year would be just the same as the last years of middle school and the last three years of high school. Getting dressed up in his fancy clothes, his picture being taken on a digital camera, and walking into the dance floor, too shy to dance and too turned off by the choice of music. The thought of the strobe lights making the dancers move in slow-motion and the ear-splitting music that played on the industrial strength speakers and drowned out any honest conversation was enough to make his head swim.
He closed the locker door and shouldered his backpack before he made his way to the bench under the oak tree where his friends would be hanging out before class started. There was
Let Me Be Your KnightLet Me Be Your Knight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though I lived in one land for many years, I wandered very far
I walked alone in a world of my own making
And I secretly longed for someone to breach the walls of my desolate mind's fortress
While mere mortals may dream of conquest of every kind through any battle,
I have but one reason to draw my fatal blade
And to throw all caution, all fear of death to the winds
The reason is you, my lady
While valiant warriors and loyal vassals pledge their lives
To lords most kind and most cruel
I pledge my being to no one but you, my beloved
It is the silken touch of your gentle hand
It is the world that I see when your eyes meet mine
And it is the strength with which you hold me in your loving embrace
These are the ties that bind me to you
But these bonds feel not like the coldness of chains
Or like the coarseness of ropes, but like the water of the purest oasis.
For all that I am willing to do, I only have one request.
Answer me with all your heart and tell me
Will you, my dearest
Let me be you
The Hawk and The DoveWho am I? I am the HawkThe Hawk and The Dove6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the warrior, whose martial spirit reigns supreme
I fight back to end a fight, and I stand alone
I am the combatant, the tough
Who are you?
Who am I? I am the Dove
The peacemaker, who cannot exist without violence
Yet I need not resort to violence to win
I am the soother, the tamed
Who are we?
We are eternal.
A Last Goodbye to 2013 and A Great Big Thank You!!As the days dwindle down to a precious few, I hope you accept my gift to youA Last Goodbye to 2013 and A Great Big Thank You!!1 year ago in Personal More Like This
The people in question are my watchers who have been so wonderful to me this past year and have always been there to , comment or both on every work of mine, no matter how insignificant. Their comments and their appreciation for me and my work have been there to lift my spirits and inspire me to keep going.
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A big shout out to those newer acquaintances and friends who have only met me recently and decided somehow that I was worth mentioning, featuring, watching or ing:
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Skin Wound, Soul DeepBeauty is only skin deep, they say.Skin Wound, Soul Deep1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So why does disfigurement poison the soul?
Believe in AngelsCloud Strife woke up and sat on the side of his bed. He recalled his dream and turned it over in his mind, enjoying every moment of it. Yet he still couldnt help but heave a sigh as he realised that it was just that:Believe in Angels6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Another dream about her about us, he muttered.
He got dressed and grabbed the parcel that he was supposed to deliver off his bedside table. He had to deliver the package to the outskirts of Edge City, meaning he would be gone all day. It made him a little sad to think about being away from Tifa that long. It wasnt uncommon for him to be gone for long hours, thinking of her as he drove along the dusty roads on his motorcycle. But it pained him to be away from her now that there wasnt much to occupy his time; the battle between him and Sephiroth was over and peace had finally settled over the city. His guilt over his weakness and his past had long since dissolved. All that stood now between him and happiness was his reluctance to final
Trinity I find myself by circumstance at a loss. Bereft of words plentiful and meaningful enough to utter the praises that all of you so rightly deserve. I have but one opportunity to express just how much you have come to mean to me and why. The clock faces me, oblivious to my frustration while every tick serves to repeat the same reminder. You are running out of time, it says. You had best hurry if you want to meet this deadline.Trinity4 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I thought of writing a series of poems, each one a tribute to the ones I admire and have come to love. Even then, the words just couldn't come out. I thought of creating six word stories, one for each person. Again, the words would not manifest. How to sum up in six words all that you have done and continue to do to this day?
At length, I decided to simply write out how I feel in a letter of sorts. And even with an unlimited word count, I would struggle for days, weeks even to reach out to all of those I have befriended
International Women's Day FeatureWhat's going on everyone,International Women's Day Feature11 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
Some of you may not be aware but today (March 8) is International Women's Day.
To mark this day, I will be doing a rare feature to showcase some of the finest writing by some of deviantART's finest female writers.
To begin with, I present you with 8 female writers and 3 pieces from their galleries (the eighth day of the third month):
you are what you eat by A-Lovely-Anxiety
Raindrops by SheDares Uphill by SheDares Once upon a nightmare. by SheDares
My DeviantART StoryThere's more to my journey as a writer than people here will know. I didn't start writing when I discovered deviantART and in the off chance that I do leave, you can be sure that I will endure and I won't stop.My DeviantART Story6 months ago in Art Features More Like This
I was going to talk about how I first discovered this site in 2008, peeking over my classmate's shoulder. I could tell you how I spent hours searching and finding a treasure trove of romantic fan art of Kingdom Hearts, Rurouni Kenshin/Samurai X, and Final Fantasy. I was going to talk about how my writing journey began roughly around the time I took up martial arts, before deviantART took its first breath, back when the World Wide Web was young. But that's not what you want to hear. That's not what this story is about.
This is the story of the one who would become nightshade-keyblade.
My deviantART story began on New Years Day 2009 at my grandmother's house in Tunisia. Seated at my cousin's desktop,
DefianceIt starts with loss,Defiance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The family torn apart, the friends lost and the peace shattered
By the darkest hearts, the most powerful weapons and the harshest diseases
Then comes grief with its tear-stained face and its anguished cries,
Drowned out by the speed of life
It doesn't make sense.
What did we do wrong?
Why is Heaven against us?
Along came misery with its stone cold silence
Bereaved hearts long encased in an iron shell, if only to fend off
The cold gun in their hands and the ledge of the roof in front of them
If there is a Heaven waiting for us to see our loved ones,
Let our death be hastened.
But the body hesitates and the mind awakens from its slumber
Roused by a single word
Heaven is going nowhere, it can wait a while longer
Justice has waited too long.
First comes loss, then grief, and then despair…until all that's left is defiance.
A Gift for Aerith GainsboroughA Gift for Aerith Gainsborough5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When the school gates finally opened, crowds of keyed up teens stormed out into the snow, animated at last by the prospect of being free for the winter holidays. Nothing could stop them from building snowmen, rolling snowballs down the hill to watch them grow, and laying down to make snow angels. Not to mention having massive snowball fights. Before long, hordes of students were forming groups, pelting each other with snowballs, and the park near the school was filled with howls of delight. They were going to be there till the cows came home, possibly even longer.
But for Cloud Strife, he was happy for a different reason. Christmas was only two days away, which was plenty of time for him to get that sculpture he saw in Barrett Wallace's pottery shop. It was an intricate clay sculpture of an angel, with her hands clasped in front of her chest and her wings spread out from behind her. He had his eye on it for quite some time, since he knew exactly who to give it to.
Dirge of the SwanIn a land long forgotten by history books, a lonely nomad roamed mountains and forests, driven away from his home long ago by the cruel hand of fate. He travelled through towns, sleeping under bridges and in barbicans, for he had been driven penniless and was mistreated by the people of his town. The cruelty of those he called his fellows tore away at his generosity and amiable nature until it was as tattered as the rags he wore, his fragile armour against the winds and rain. Before long, he had lost all heart and faith in the towns and cities of men and went along his way.Dirge of the Swan2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The forests of the island he wandered were kinder to him. The towering oak and pine trees gave him firewood to burn and fruits to eat. The animals of the forest kept a respectful distance from him and never taunted him for his unshaven face or his tattered clothes. He was never pitied by them and he never had to dance for his food or humiliate himself for a few copper pennies. The warbling of the birds in their bran
The Radiance of LoveThe room is dim, but the light is bright.The Radiance of Love6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
A tender flicker of radiance is overtaking the candlelight.
It is the glow in her soul that defeats the shadows
And illuminates the opaque path of the night.
She is truly the light on the darker side of me,
And the ghosts and demons of my nightmares
Are vanquished by her smile
And her scent and her embrace.
Her whispering breath speaks of serenity
And in her eyes, I can see eternity.
There is a sense of belonging in her embrace,
And those three oft-repeated words are abridged in one kiss.
The faintest feeling is felt at first sight
Only to fade in a heartbeat
But the feeling can come back, and before you realise it
You cannot turn back nor do you want to.