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Finals Week
It's two AM and I'm sick of caffeinated tea. I just need another half page, and this essay will be done. I don't even like Prospero by this point, no matter that I've just written twelve pages defending his reasoning.
It's four PM. What do you mean, there's one more assignment? Class ends in a week! You want six pages of an explanation on creativity with color-coded poetry? If you wanted my full creative genius, you should have given us this assignment a month ago. I'm rewriting Emily Dickinson's "Nobody." Badly.
It's noon. My class hands over the latest version of our client's book, with newly redesigned charts and graphs. I'm supposed to explain the proofreading, but all my tired brain can come up with is numbers. 275 pages. Each page read twice. Over 4,000 errors caught. I don't mention the errors we didn't find. Our client looks happy, and I close my eyes. Another A.
It's 10 AM. My family waves from their seats. The box the president hands me is empty, but it looks good in the pict
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Literature
Ode to my Snowman
Everybody says they like spring. Everybody thinks about the flowers blossoming, the bees humming, the slowly unfolding petals of golden-hued sunrises.
Nobody thinks about my snowman, head slowly melting down, down, slumping to the side as he crumples against the blinding rays. He sags against my window, bleeding all over the pane in a final, pitiful cry for help. No number of helpful sticks, arrayed beneath him like a doctor's stretcher, will prop him back to life.
The neighborhood children explode the last packed-powder balls of his faded figure with gleeful shrieks. They race off into the spring sunlight. Nobody watches my snowman close his button eyes and breathe a last, watery sigh of relief.
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Literature
Elementary School
I threw sand in her face
and SHOUTED
and when the teacher tried to make me
apologize
I refused.
Sitting in detention
I nursed a warm, stubborn glow.
She hit me first.
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Literature
Short: Train Saboteurs
Ayas dangled upside-down beneath the uncontrolled maglev train. “You've got me, right?” he shouted.
“I've got you,” Gavin replied, wrapping the rope around his hands and bracing his legs. “Hurry!”
Ayas inched along the underside of the train to the rear of the caboose. He sliced the cables holding the furthest magnet in place.
Next to Gavin, Gear gripped the two cars. The hulking robot groaned as he took the weight of the missing magnet.
“You need to cut all of them to stop the train before it crashes,” Tiarre shouted, stowing her datapad in her conductor’s apron. “The calculations didn't hold up!”
“Now you tell me,” Ayas muttered. With a jerk of his knife, he cut the second magnet supporting the caboose.
The rear of the caboose hit the tracks with an earsplitting screech. The entire train jolted, and Gavin’s feet slid. “No!” he shouted as the rope slipped away.
Tiarre lunged for it, grabbin
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Literature
The Goodwill Doll
The doll has curling golden hair and clear blue eyes. Her dress has a small hole in the corner, but what do you expect at Goodwill? Your daughter will never notice, though. She’ll love the way its eyes open and close.
You turn the doll over. $25.
For a slightly chipped doll?! What a rip-off. You start to set the doll back on the shelf. You weren’t even here to get a doll.
With a click and a whirr, the lights go out.
Hardly even knowing what you’re doing, you stuff the doll into your purse. Almost before you finish, the lights flicker back on. There’s an employee walking past you, but he’s not paying attention to you. You glance into your purse, intending to take the doll out, but instead you push its golden curls deeper in and adjust your wallet on top.
What are you doing? Just put the doll back and go get the plates you came for. But that employee is back now, glancing down the isle, and if you pull it out now he’ll accuse you of shoplifting.
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Literature
Judge of Romance
“I’ll love you forever.” The boy knelt beneath a starry sky, holding up a ring to the girl. A full moon illuminated the flowerbeds.
“3/10,” Cupid snapped.
“But sir!” The fairy at the monitor spun around in his wheelie chair. “He’s been courting her for over a year now!”
“He’s just doing it to make his mother happy. Also, there’s a cameraman hiding behind that rosebush. Fake, all of it!” The pudgy god of love stomped onward, frowning at the next monitor. There, a pair of teenagers sat awkwardly in a restaurant, attempting to make small talk. “2/10,” Cupid growled. “Their friends set it up, but their personalities clash. They’ll date on and off for years, never managing to break it off completely, until she moves to a different state.”
He brushed past a series of six more monitors, pausing only to bark condemning fortunes, before pausing in front of the last one in the row. A
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Literature
The Shepherd
Tap, tap, tap. Shepherd ran his cane along the wooden step. The next step up should be around… there. He tapped out its height before stepping up. His soft grunt of exertion echoed in the empty amphitheater.
The darkness around him was nearly complete. But some distance away, like fireworks in the night, red and gold ribbons exploded through the darkness, slowly coming closer.
As Shepherd continued upward, he heard something new. Footsteps on grass, growing louder. Panting, and then the louder ringing of feet against wood. Shep rested on his cane and looked in toward the footsteps. “Pardon me. Is there trouble?”
Silence. Perhaps the man was disturbed by his scars? Many were, but it had been necessary. Now, he knew that what he saw wasn’t real. The man came closer and pressed Shep’s hand to his ear, then shook his head so that Shep could feel the motion.
Oh. The man was deaf. He pulled on Shep’s hand, trying to lead him back down the steps. No,
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Literature
Bucket List
I shouldn’t be afraid of heights anymore.
I try taking another deep breath, but all that does is bring the salty air closer to me, reminding me of what I’m about to do. Autumn said this was safe, she does it all the time, I should stop being a baby and just go with her, and besides, wasn’t this my idea? Now here I am standing on the edge of a cliff wondering if she’ll notice if I run and hide in my car.
What am I afraid of, dying? I’m already doing that. At least this way I would die in the open air. Not in a sterile hospital bed, watching my hair fall out as they pump me full of chemicals to kill my cells before they kill my other cells.
On the cliff next to mine, a bronzed teenager sprints fifty feet and flings himself off. “Yahoo!” He hits the water with a splash, drenching his friends. To be young again, to not have to wake up every morning wondering if today is going to be the day my body finally gives out on me. To celebrate what is, inst
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Literature
Heaven's Wrath - Chapter One
Not many people go willingly to death.
Those that do are either blessed... or cursed.
I am cursed.

Awake

“She’s metabolizing the anesthetic quickly. I’m giving her 2.2 mg of the inhibitor in case she wakes.”
A needle sank into Arden’s inner elbow. She flinched away reflexively, and a hand gently caught and pressed her shoulder down against the cold stone floor. There was a distant shifting of fabric. The calm voice spoke again as the needle withdrew. “Involuntary movement, nothing to worry about. She’ll likely be down for another few minutes.”
Arden opened her eyes a fraction. Brilliant white light shone down from above, partially blocked by a head full of curly brown hair. His tanned face was in profile, turned away from her, and he was wearing white robes with a familiar red insignia on them. Medic. It was his hand that was resting on her right shoulder. She risked shifting her head slightly, as if r
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Literature
And Yet
Against the greying sky
Beneath the blacking rain
Above my blue umbrella
The branches are blossoming
pink.
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Literature
Haiku for the Gods 2
Creation
Exhaled breath
Infused with radiant light
The garden overgrown.
Destruction
Raging heat
Chars unbreakable granite walls
Tempered.
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Literature
Haiku for the Gods 1
The Voice
Viva la Revolución!
The heavens tremble, echoing,
and fall.
The Tyrant
Clenched fist
Holding tightly to mad anarchy
Order from chaos
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Literature
Very Small Boots
Someone with very small boots has
Walked around the base of this statue
Since the light drift of snow
This afternoon.
Their tracks are clear and
Unmarked by the wind.
Tiny size six's
With a distinctive tread.
I can almost see her-
It is a her, I think, from the boots-
Pacing 'round the statue
Thinking the deep thoughts.
I will walk beside her.
Not for very long
Accompany her shadow on its solitary passage
To the dawn.
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Portrait of a Girl by jerenda Portrait of a Girl :iconjerenda:jerenda 1 8 Portrait of an Invisible Girl by jerenda Portrait of an Invisible Girl :iconjerenda:jerenda 5 15
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Hey! So I still exist, and I'm still writing. The novel is at 120K out of an anticipated 200K, and I'm hoping to finish it by the end of summer this year. I'm gearing up for Camp NaNo (campnanowrimo.org/campers/jere…) in April. Maybe I can get ahead on my word count!

I haven't been posting the novel, partly because it's raw and unpolished, and partly because I want to publish traditionally and I'm not sure how my publisher will feel about that. Once I finish the first draft, I'll need to cut it down to 100K, so there will be a lot of deleted scenes on the cutting room floor. Would you guys like to see those, or should they languish in obscurity forever?

But! I have started writing #flashfiction for the weekly writing prompt in my Discord channel. We're on week five here (writerslounge.co/flash-fiction…) and I'll be posting those short pieces up every week. The current limit is 250 words. I'm hoping this will shake me out of my wordy rut and make the novel shorter, so I have to cut less. If any of you guys hang out on Discord, feel free to join me in the Writer's Lounge (discord.me/writerslounge). Nickname's Jerenda, as always.

What have you been up to? What are your current artistic goals? Catch me up!

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It's two AM and I'm sick of caffeinated tea. I just need another half page, and this essay will be done. I don't even like Prospero by this point, no matter that I've just written twelve pages defending his reasoning.

It's four PM. What do you mean, there's one more assignment? Class ends in a week! You want six pages of an explanation on creativity with color-coded poetry? If you wanted my full creative genius, you should have given us this assignment a month ago. I'm rewriting Emily Dickinson's "Nobody." Badly.

It's noon. My class hands over the latest version of our client's book, with newly redesigned charts and graphs. I'm supposed to explain the proofreading, but all my tired brain can come up with is numbers. 275 pages. Each page read twice. Over 4,000 errors caught. I don't mention the errors we didn't find. Our client looks happy, and I close my eyes. Another A.

It's 10 AM. My family waves from their seats. The box the president hands me is empty, but it looks good in the picture. As the camera flashes, I feel an immense weight lift off my shoulders.

I'm never doing homework again.
Finals Week
Exactly 200 words, counting the title. The prompt was "write about endings."
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Everybody says they like spring. Everybody thinks about the flowers blossoming, the bees humming, the slowly unfolding petals of golden-hued sunrises.

Nobody thinks about my snowman, head slowly melting down, down, slumping to the side as he crumples against the blinding rays. He sags against my window, bleeding all over the pane in a final, pitiful cry for help. No number of helpful sticks, arrayed beneath him like a doctor's stretcher, will prop him back to life.

The neighborhood children explode the last packed-powder balls of his faded figure with gleeful shrieks. They race off into the spring sunlight. Nobody watches my snowman close his button eyes and breathe a last, watery sigh of relief.
Ode to my Snowman
Written in response to "write about spring". Maybe I need to work on this "prompt" thing.
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I threw sand in her face
and SHOUTED
and when the teacher tried to make me
apologize
I refused.
Sitting in detention
I nursed a warm, stubborn glow.

She hit me first.

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Greetings and thank you for faving.  :)
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jerenda Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome! I have a hard time connecting to 9/11 pieces - I was a little too young to really understand it, and I understood it slowly, filtered over days and weeks through the conversations around me, so it wasn't as huge and impactful for me as it was for other people. But I liked this pieces because it made sense to me, especially the way the narrator is dealing with it now by saying "I love you" all the time. And the language was well-designed and beautiful.
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Thanks for the llama and the watch :)
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Thank you very much for the Watch, it's really appreciated.
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Thanks for the watch! ^_^
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Tenrahsoj Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2013
And also the fave! ^_^
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jerenda Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
No problem! I really liked that piece, and although I do think the words could use a little tightening up, I found it very evocative.
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I definitely agree. I hope I'll get a chance to revisit it sometime.
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Happy Birthday! ;)

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lol After reading your entry here, I don't say this to get a compliment, but I do thank you for watching my webpage and hope that what you see will come to your liking. :) So, thanks! I really appreciate it! <3
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Thanks for the watch!
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Thank you for the fav!
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jerenda Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
No problem! I really liked the way you structured it, it looks really cool. *picks up another fav while browsing your gallery*
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Guess who got a DeviantArt?
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jerenda Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Squee! I'm excited! *watches* ((like a creeper hawk or something))
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S0ngSparr0w Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2012   Traditional Artist
Creeper hawk? I believe you have discovered a new species. :paranoid:
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jerenda Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Because I'm magic like that. :D
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thank you so very much for the favs and the watch. much, much obliged. :heart:
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Thank you for producing such beautiful work. :D
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Thank you for the fav!
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jerenda Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
No problem. I liked how you included taste imagery (it's always so hard to work that in) and told the story in brief fragments of time dispersed over a year, but still engaged the reader. I also like the circular feel to it, as it starts in January and ends in December. It feels... complete.
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I'm glad it worked so well. :heart:
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Thank you very much for adding my painting:D
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jerenda Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome. ^_^ It's a pretty cool painting, like a strange combination of surreal and realistic styles, and the light coming from behind makes it perfect.
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thank you again for the wonderful compliment:D
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