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Small Flame

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Small Flame

When relocating bugs we advise cupping your free hand around them as you would shield the first, delicate drag from a freshly-lit cigarette. Protect that tiny flame from the wind.

Crickets Chirping

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Crickets Chirping

The din of crickets seems so much more earthshattering when it is reduced to one lonely cricket purring his heart out and me

Deep Blue Sea

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Deep Blue Sea

Opening my eyes underwater, only to see innumerable shades of blue, blurring into one another, sets some reflective part of me trembling. Not in fear of the magnitude of that chaos out there in the wide ocean. I terrorize myself.

A Room with a View

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A Room with a View

Sometimes, when I walk out the door, I look out over the houses and watch the sun shatter the clouds, watch the light play on brick walls, watch the gentle curve of the hills. Sometimes, it snows, and I look up and watch flakes hit my face, watch them melt on my glasses, watch the sky dissolve. Sometimes, I look down and watch the sidewalk pass by.

Fairy Tale

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Fairy Tale

There's a hedgehog in my stomach, and sometimes, she gets restless and when she does, her quills erect and her claws send shivers up my throat. I live in fear that this hedgehog will escape, and so every day, like Penelope in Ithaca, I rebuild her cage. And every night, she rips it up again.

Piece of Mind

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Piece of Mind

Pain is distracting when my body turns against me all I can do is turn back. Too much of this to drown out the static in my head maybe I should just tune the channel.

In the Sun

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In the Sun

When my breath tendrils around my face, and dawn scrabbles for the sky, Tears like sneezes stick in my throat; Orion guide me home.

Fairground

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Fairground

In my dreams, I am a fluttering thing, attached to nothing - the memory of some child's hand on my string. Around other people, I can pretend everything's all right.

Aubade the Third

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Aubade the Third

So many dawns, so many wakings, not all of them sad.

Blur

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Blur

I'm starting to forget your smile and the sound of your heart under my ear, she said, a throwaway line for a throwaway love.
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Small Flame

S

Small Flame

When relocating bugs we advise cupping your free hand around them as you would shield the first, delicate drag from a freshly-lit cigarette. Protect that tiny flame from the wind.

Crickets Chirping

C

Crickets Chirping

The din of crickets seems so much more earthshattering when it is reduced to one lonely cricket purring his heart out and me

Deep Blue Sea

D

Deep Blue Sea

Opening my eyes underwater, only to see innumerable shades of blue, blurring into one another, sets some reflective part of me trembling. Not in fear of the magnitude of that chaos out there in the wide ocean. I terrorize myself.

A Room with a View

A

A Room with a View

Sometimes, when I walk out the door, I look out over the houses and watch the sun shatter the clouds, watch the light play on brick walls, watch the gentle curve of the hills. Sometimes, it snows, and I look up and watch flakes hit my face, watch them melt on my glasses, watch the sky dissolve. Sometimes, I look down and watch the sidewalk pass by.

Fairy Tale

F

Fairy Tale

There's a hedgehog in my stomach, and sometimes, she gets restless and when she does, her quills erect and her claws send shivers up my throat. I live in fear that this hedgehog will escape, and so every day, like Penelope in Ithaca, I rebuild her cage. And every night, she rips it up again.

Piece of Mind

P

Piece of Mind

Pain is distracting when my body turns against me all I can do is turn back. Too much of this to drown out the static in my head maybe I should just tune the channel.

Fairground

F

Fairground

In my dreams, I am a fluttering thing, attached to nothing - the memory of some child's hand on my string. Around other people, I can pretend everything's all right.

Aubade the Third

A

Aubade the Third

So many dawns, so many wakings, not all of them sad.

Blur

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Blur

I'm starting to forget your smile and the sound of your heart under my ear, she said, a throwaway line for a throwaway love.

Aroma of longing

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Aroma of longing

Hands Drumming Lips Humming a flutterby swirl of practical lust oh if only the sky could tilt and fall on me as I lie on the air and dream of madness missing and wanting, both achey heart-breaky: something is not present; instead, hiding in the corners, out of your grasp, clutching the remnants of your heart (a beautiful heart) and wailing in fear You Fly Away

Spotlight

Dindiafelo

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Dindiafelo

My best, oldest friend and I stripped down to our underwear (My black bra and her white cotton panties so predictable) and stood, shivering, under a waterfall. Like girls we laughed and splashed, like women we felt ashamed.
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Spotlight

Mac screenshot - GUNNM

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Favourite Movies
Les Parapluies de Cherbourg | Star Wars
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Jeopardy | Nikita
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Curve | Garbage | The Beatles
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F. Scott Fitzgerald | TS Eliot | William Faulkner
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TES IV: Oblivion
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microsoft word...or pen(cil) and paper.

The heart of the matter

The heart of the matter

It's strange.  I'm really quite a visual person, but I focus so heavily on the words.  I think part of it is that the challenge of translating a gesture, or a thought, or a memory, into words makes it more real.  I reify as I write. But that means there's always a bit of the idea that's lost in translation, the ineffable bit of it. So right now when I feel like felt torn apart, I know exactly what I mean, but there's no way that you can without having my thoughts.  But if I write that it feels like tearing, like extracting fibers that are inextricably bonded, then maybe you get a bit of an idea.  But the colors are washed out.  There's this

Doop doop doooop.

Doop doop doooop.

Went to an independent comics fair like last week.  It was pretty sweet.  I like that world, even if I can't draw for shit. I need to get back into writing.  There are things in my head that want out.

So uh, I manage to update pretty regularly

So uh, I manage to update pretty regularly

When it's Dean's Date...>_< Damn. Got 5/42 pages so far.  OH FUCK.  And fewer than 24 hours in which to do it.  :]  I love Dean's Date. (Edited at 4:58 a.m. now at 12/42, 12 hours to go.  *_*) (Edited again at 0:47 a.m. on May 12. Finished.  In another 12 hours I'll be done with the second day of Comps and that will be the last thing I have to do in terms of academic work.  College will be over.  Academically.)

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lol. Things, and stuff.
CassildraProfessional Writer
Thanks for the :+fav: on two pieces! Long time no talk, how ya been? :heart:
morbidflightHobbyist Writer
They're good! I've been doing pretty well, I think. Just starting a masters program (so yeah, it has been a while...). I tend to pick up writing when I'm stressed, so I pop by dA every so often. You?
CassildraProfessional Writer
That's great to hear! :D

I just broke some writer's block, so I hope to be back for a while. :)
morbidflightHobbyist Writer
Yay on breaking the writer's block!
I think I've accepted that my dA habits are intermittent, and that's ok.
caroseneStudent Writer
Thaaaaaaaaaaaaank you for faving TCAST! <3 I hope you enjoy!
write more!