The PaintingSkimming through the internet, a girl found a young man (or so he claimed) asking for help in acquiring some paints so he could expand his artistic horizons. Since she had a stash of extras, and she enjoyed seeing people try new things, she offered to send them to him. He agreed happily and sent his address, and the paints were off.The Painting7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Within a week, the young man had received the paints and was practicing with them. He began painting for his friends. And he told the paint-gifting girl that he would make her something, too.
Soon, a picture showed up in the young man's online art gallery. It had her name in its title. It was meant for her. It depicted a dark red rose, its petals beginning to curl outward as happens when flowers dry, surrounded by baby's breath on slender green stems. The background was dark, with a blush of crimson on the bottom, almost as if the surroundings were on fire.
And on the stem of the rose, head downward, sat a long, thin spider.
The girl s
reali swear to Godreal9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him
think of something poetic and real and un-cliché,
just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
Bella Jade's Taped Meeting"Overall I was really impressed with what you sent me," Danielle said, leafing the corner of the manuscript on her desk with her thumb. "Your writing style is slick with some lovely descriptive language. The story and plot is very compelling, and I love how you made yourself the protagonist, as if you were experiencing these events first hand."Bella Jade's Taped Meeting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Someone once told me it stretched the believability of the story by having myself as the central character," Bella Jade replied, the encouraging words of the literary agent sitting across the desk making her heart beat faster.
"I'm glad you ignored them. I think it makes the reader more sympathetic, and consequently more interested, towards your situation. It's a very solid draft, and with a few tweaks here and there it can be very good indeed."
Bella stared happily at the literary agent as she looked up from her notes. She liked Danielle, with her youthful enthusiasm
Sara's Elf Problems "How long until we can see Santa?" a young boy with his two front teeth missing asked me hopefully.Sara's Elf Problems3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The queue is half an hour from this point," I replied in a monotone voice, motioning with my head to the entrance of the Santa Grotto.
The boy was joined by two young cronies, one of whom asked me, "Are you an elf?"
"I'm supposed to be," I grunted.
"You just seem very unhappy for an elf," the same boy remarked bluntly.
Eyeballing the gang of kids now surrounding me, I replied, "Santa keeps all the happy elves at the North Pole to work on your Christmas presents. He sends the unhappy elves to work at shopping centres because they need the money."
"Come along gang let's go see Santa," a middle aged woman told the kids as she beckoned them inside. They charged through the gap in the fake pine trees, but the
Cowgirl CathyFor Cathy, sundown was the best part of the day. Still light enough for her to see the world but close enough to night for it to seem calm and peaceful. She liked nothing more than to rest against one of the large rocks that littered this part of the American Mid-West, and watch as the world slowly sank into inky blackness of night.Cowgirl Cathy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She tipped up the rim of her Stetson, having pulled over her eyes. She didn't need it now the sun was about to set. She smiled as she heard an impatient grunt from her horse, telling her it was time to go home. She got up and began to wipe the dust off of her jean mini shorts, red and white chequered shirt over a white tank top and brown, knee high cowboy boots. She reaffixed her belt, making sure her pistol and her lasso were still in place. She took one last longing look at the desert scenery, soaking up the last warm rays of sunlight on her wavy blonde hair and tanned arms and legs.
"Come on Franklin,
The Lady on the RockI stare off into the unknownThe Lady on the Rock6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sitting upon this rock, I'm called home
The moon above me, I'm cold to the touch
I've tried for so long, I've given so much
The orbs of the past flow softly by me
Looking around at my own fantasy
The water rushes by with a constant sound
My heart still continuing to pound
I don't know how long I'll wait for the tide
It's natural rhythm, the water to subside
I hope that I can remain strong
So I can return to where I belong
The contract, Part 2 After almost an hour, Clara returns. Jonathan is standing in the living room with a big duffel bag next to him.The contract, Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, have you hidden it well?" he asks.
"I don't think you'll find it."
Jonathan suddenly glares at her.
"You didn't call me 'Master'," he says threateningly.
Clara realize her mistake and bows her head.
"I am really sorry, Master. Forgive me. It's only our first day, so please be lenient with me, Master."
Although she said that, she can't believe she had made a mistake after only a few seconds.
"What a start " she thinks to herself.
"Very well," Jonathan says. "Then let's get this started for real. Come to my side and kneel, my pet."
Clara obeys almost immediately, rushing to him and kneeling down by his side, looking down on the floor, not daring to look him in the eyes.
"Fold your arms," he orders. Puzz
An Alternative CinderellaA re-telling of Cinderella, given a DiD twist!An Alternative Cinderella3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"There has to be some way around it, man!" Algernon Mountfeather the Third stomped around the throne room in disgust; the cheerful Christmas decorations did nothing to improve his mood. "After all, as Regent I already take on the necessary duties, boring as they are."
"I'm sorry sire, but the law was made many years ago and has never been repealed." Woodleigh, the Royal Historian thumbed through his notes. "Unless you are married by your twenty-fifth birthday, you cannot become King and title will pass to your twin sister, Amelia who is already suitably married."
"But oh, fine! Arrange a ball for the New Year. I'm sure to find some pretty filly there that I can marry. Better start some wedding preparations too, if I'm to be married by Valentine's Day."
"A royal wedding arranged in less than two months? It can't be done!" Fillpot
Sara Abandons Ship"Go over this with me one more time. You want to go investigate a creepy old house in a near deserted part of town that's probably filled with criminals, in order to get even with a guy who taped you to a chair and nearly had you blown to pieces."Sara Abandons Ship4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harriet blinked at me. "And you think it's a good idea because..."
"Because it's finally our chance to prove to everyone that we have what it takes to be girl detectives. If we bring down someone like this Mr White then people might start taking us seriously."
Rachel, Abigail and Harriet all looked between each other uneasily, before they all looked at me again. They all knew there would be no point trying to change my mind, but I could tell they wanted me to.
As she leaned over the dining table situated in our college cafeteria, on which were sat having our lunch, I could tell Abigail was going to have
Jewels Of The TradeA damsel in distress comedy featuring Melody, Atmos, and Phere, characters created by Whyio.Jewels Of The Trade3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mpfff!" Princess Melody stomped her feet, bound together with white ropes circling her pink boots, onto the carpeted floor, for all the good the gesture did her.
Melody was the princess of Braidsville, a magical land of imagination. Her parents had died in a tragic accident, which had mysteriously altered the appearance of the young woman, giving her the tail and claws of an ocelot, along with two matching ears that poked up through her black hair with its crown-like braid. Although a princess, she still tried to live a relatively normal life (for Braidsville) so, when she had seen a Help Wanted ad in the newspaper for Croxtor's Jewelry Store, she had submitted an application and had been delighted when Mr. Tuttle, the manager, gave her the job immediately.
"Having a real princess on staff should boost sales tremendously!" he had announced.
Melody had fr
ReligionI have no religion, only faith.Religion7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have no religion, only hope.
I have no religion, only a relationship.
I have no religion, only a promise.
I have no religion, only a belief.
Don't talk to me about religion, because I don't have one.
OvershadowedOvershadowed4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I was never the confident, pretty girl that everyone wanted to be. I was never the genius that everyone went to for help. I was never even the athletic girl who was 'one of the guys'.
Who was I, you ask?
Well I guess you could say I was me. I was the one who liked being in the background, the one no one really paid attention to. I preferred working on the side the supporting role, most would say not in the spotlight, but not behind the curtains either. I liked watching my friends shine, never trying to stand out myself. I wasn't invisible, though. No, being invisible wasn't in my nature. And I guess I was happy with that.
At first, I loved it. I loved the freedom I had. I loved how I could be myself with no one to judge me. I loved how I was never subjected to my peers' attention, because no one could see me behind the glare of my friends' bright lights. And I loved, most of all, how I could be me around you and you wouldn't mind. Because no one wo
Thank You, deviantARTThank You, deviantART7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
November 6, 2007
Dear deviantART Community,
Expressing thanks to you all seems so little, though words are all I have to offer. People from all around the world, that I've met through this community and become friends with, have offered so much more than tips, tricks, and information about art and photography. There are people from many different countries, with all sorts of belief systems and points of view, that have encouraged me, and through me, my family, during my Dad's sickness. There are many of us on dA who are serious about the art community and our love of art, whether it be photography, drawing, digital art, etc., that reach out to each other in different ways, and are always there to encourage and nudge each other along.
One of my real-life friends often comments about how people and friends through the internet aren't "real" people; how there is an "invisibility" barrier. But, I disagree. I know the internet can be a
Germanyxreader - It don't mean a thingThere you were again, sitting at a table near the edge of the heated room. Bodies were twisting and twirling on the dance floor, guys spinning and dipping girls, pulling off moves that were a huge risk to even perform. You laughed and clapped along with the music as a good swing tune came on by the ever-famous Benny Goodman. You squirmed in your seat, wishing you had the courage to get up and dance with everyone else, but you knew that you would never have the nerve to ask a guy to take your hand and swing with you. So there you sat in the jazz club, dressed in the British style that a lot of people hated.Germanyxreader - It don't mean a thing2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This wasn't the first time you had come to one of these types of dances. The first time you had heard of them, you were in the music shop, scanning through some records. Your eyes had traveled to a group of students from your school, looking over their shoulders and whispering about something that you could only catch a few bits of. When they left, you walked over and began looking t
How To Be Lonelyi.How To Be Lonely4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first step to acceptance is to be like others. Like a flower, almost, in your pleated skirt and saddle shoes, starched white blouse radiant, you stand in the coat room of Mrs.Lund's first grade classroom and wish you had worn something, anything, different. Afraid to venture in to the snarling maw of children that would encompass you and swallow you whole, you stand shivering in the musky stench of rain boots and plaid coats until the teacher, fed up, steers you by the arm to the office and insists to speak with the principal. You know he'll phone your mother, but for some reason you don't care as you gaze in to the sticky circular patterns in the wallpaper and glance at the stack of manila envelopes on the secretaries desk that she meticulously sifts through while humming underneath her breath. She doesn't look at you. You're blending in.
You lose your virginity in a coat room, soggy from an afternoon shower, fumbling with his zipper though your hands are numb from the cold
And Then He Kissed MeAs I raise my head up and feel the warm water flowing down my face and head, I wonder how long it will take to wash away the feelings from earlier tonight. On the one hand, I want to forget much of what has happened, but on the other, I cannot deny how I felt, how I responded, and how new and overwhelming the experience was.And Then He Kissed Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Turning off the water, I reach out of the shower cubicle and grab my blue cotton dressing gown, wrapping it round myself and tying the belt before drying my hair with a towel. As I do so, I look at myself in the mirror, my greying hair tousled as the towel rubs it, and I catch myself smiling. I also see the marks on my wrists, fading rapidly but still visible. Once again I feel the dilemma it should not have happened to me, and yet it did and as the song the younger girls in the common room seem to play all the time, I liked it.
Sitting myself down on the bed, I look over at my alarm clock, the time showing
AS WE DANCEDAS WE DANCED9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
AS WE DANCED
A moment frozen in time
As the warmth flowed through me.
Locked within your arms,
All the world eclipsed.
As we danced,
Every sensation an expression of love.
An eternity slipped away
As our dreams melded into one.
Suspended within each others arms,
Moving to the rhythm of our heartbeat.
As we danced,
The Toothbrush Brawl"Peach, did you use my toothbrush?" Zelda demanded, storming into the Pink Princess's bathroom. Peach was busy brushing her hair and she saw the Hylian princess come in through her mirror.The Toothbrush Brawl4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What?" Peach replied. "What kind of question is that?"
"Oh, please!" Zelda snapped, her blonde hair bobbing up and down from Zelda's head movements. "Everybody knows that you'll take anything that isn't tied down!"
"Oh, I'd like to tie something down " Peach mumbled.
"What was that?" Zelda asked. Peach put her brush down and turned around to face her accuser.
"I didn't take your toothbrush, alright?" she said.
"Well, if you didn't, then who did?" Zelda wondered. "Alright, you win this time, but if I can't find it, I'll be back." She started to walk out the door.
"I mean, who'd want something owned by you?" Peach said. "Especially your toothbrush?" Zelda stopped.
"What does that mean?" she asked angrily.
"Well first of all, with everything you eat well I'm pretty sure no one would want to u
recoverythe most beautiful girl i've ever met - her name was ivy.recovery5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she used to have this beautiful blonde hair, that would shine in the sun and glow under the moon. she had a passion deep inside of her, a raging fire that looked as thought it would burn until the end of time.
we met in the summer of 2006, ivy and i. it was almost midday, and the sun was heavy on our shoulders. we sat together on dry grass and told each other about how all we wanted from life was love. we lay on our backs, our hands behind our heads, and stared at the wide blue expanse above us. back then, we both felt like we had the whole world ahead of us.
we felt like we were going somewhere.
she would tell me about how if she did one thing with her life, she just wanted to change someone's life. together we'd paint new realities in the sky, made from clouds and pure imaginations, and i would tell her that we'd live together one day, in a house along the beach. we'd lay on the sand every day, watching the sea roll
Eyes like mirrorsI fell in love with a woman with blue hair and eyes like mirrors. I could see the whole world reflected in them, turning slowly beneath the lights and the moon.Eyes like mirrors3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know if she saw me on that first night. I wasn't there long enough, passing her by in the starlight. She faded into the city as the crowd carried me away.
I saw her again the next night with lips like cherries and eyes like sapphires, glinting a dozen facets of street-light and neon. Our eyes met for a halogen second but the traffic divided us and she was gone.
She was on the other side of the city on the third night, with eyes like blue fire and a voice like the wind in the pine trees. She spoke three words to me and I lost the night in a twisting haze of reflections and thunder.
We met again on the fourth night, burning eyes and mirror kisses. We turned the night into a fiery day. By the morning she was gone.
Now I wait, on the fifth night. I can see her glow across the city, coming closer with every breath, and I can
As The Fragile Dove.This fragile dove lies in my hands,As The Fragile Dove.3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Wounded from trusting the enemy.
Her side is clawed open, bones exposed,
I say, "Don't fret. Healing is my specialty."
I lay the fragile creature on a soft towel,
And leave for just a moment to fetch supplies.
When I return I see her take off, then fall again.
I run to her dying aid, to her aching cries.
I lift her wing to see her battle scar,
Her wound now split and deep as ever.
I patch the fragile dove and promise,
"I'll nurse you to health. I'll make you better."
I look at this beautiful, broken bird,
And I suddenly see my life's reflection,
What happens when I trust and fly,
And no one serves as my protection.
I cry and fall to my bruised, bloody knees,
As I gently cradle the poor, fragile dove.
I feel my own wound of war split and deepen,
And I cradle her with so much more love.
I vow to help her heal and fly once more,
I'll fix her battle scar, I won't leave her ever.
Maybe someone will stop to fix me too...
But until then, us wounded must sti
Discovering a secret Josh and Amanda were quite busy these days. They were doing a school project together regarding the eco system, and it had to be at least 8 pages long. Naturally, they were both stressed out, as the deadline was closing in on them, and they had done almost nothing in the weeks they had had at their disposal.Discovering a secret4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Why don't we maybe we should how about " was what they said mostly, as they looked over all the information they had while searching the internet for more. They were working at Amanda's place this time.
Time went by, and before they knew it, it was getting late.
"I guess we got a lot done today" Josh said while stretched his limbs after sitting down for so long.
"Yeah. I guess we'll make it now" Amanda answered with a smile.
"Yeah. Well, I guess I should go now. You probably have other stuff to do."
"Not really. Mom and dad are gone until the end of the week, and I don't attend any