Shop Forum More Submit  Join Login
About Literature / Student TheGirlfromChelseaFemale/United States Recent Activity
Deviant for 3 Months
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 3 Deviations 92 Comments 231 Pageviews
×

Newest Deviations

Literature
The Morning After
Lovino groaned as sleep stirred him awake, giving way to a blaring headache.
*Damn, what happened last night? Probably had something to do with that stupid German, the bastard...*
Getting up turned out to be even worse, with the throbbing now wrapping around his head. Cursing aloud, he went to the kitchen, wishing that the coffee maker and beans were on the nightstand instead.
Details of last night began to return to him. Unfortunately.
It was still fuzzy and mismatched, but Lovino could make out himself with a bottle of Campari, though most of the drink was on him rather than the bottle itself. Then someone came up to him and slurred something about his ass. Naturally he slapped them in response, which made them cry. Lovino hadn’t meant for that to happen, his memory of this person’s face was still unclear, but he was sure it wasn’t anyone he despised. So, he cupped their face in his hands and… he wasn’t quite sure what happened after that.
As he
:iconTheGirlfromChelsea:TheGirlfromChelsea
:iconthegirlfromchelsea:TheGirlfromChelsea 0 0
Literature
Glimpses
                                             March 15th
I love you
Sent 5:45 P.M.
                                                                                    Y tho
                                                                                    Sent 5:45 P.M.
Why wouldn’t I? You’re so intelligent & caring
and you have the prettiest eyes in all the
world.
You’re beautiful in everyway
Sent 5:47 P.M.
         
:iconTheGirlfromChelsea:TheGirlfromChelsea
:iconthegirlfromchelsea:TheGirlfromChelsea 0 1

Favourites

$500,000 Well Spent by LordGojira $500,000 Well Spent :iconlordgojira:LordGojira 106 221
Literature
Shellshock
Riptide heart  
And undertow hands,
Shipwreck soul,
Red mouth full of sand.
:iconTheLunaLily:TheLunaLily
:iconthelunalily:TheLunaLily 14 9
Literature
New Heaven
loco mental
crazy dude
smart person
keep faith
#
say prayers
soldier of God
champion mc
arts poetica 
quality words
need help!
peace keeper
Sheffield lad
staying humble
hear my thunder
light shining
always growing
wounds healed
scars deep
fucking hell
revolutionary vision
escape this  world
new heaven Awaits
:iconMentalverse:Mentalverse
:iconmentalverse:Mentalverse 4 0
Literature
Look at Me
Suppressed childhood tragedies
and dull morning hangovers
can turn mirrors into silver puzzles --
             meant for palm prints and fingertips
             to trace shivers through the spine

-- because crystal blue valleys
are worth more when explored
in saltwater reflections
than through the eyes of someone else
:iconLycaenyx:Lycaenyx
:iconlycaenyx:Lycaenyx 8 7
Literature
O and C rough draft
Note: I wish to be a well-known playwright. I hope my story appeals to all ages and demographics. This is a rough draft (meaning there are holes, scenes left out that I've yet to put in). This story takes place around the Middle ages. Most of this play is fictional. I would like some constructive criticisms once I release my full act one. THIS IS NOT THE FULL VERSION OF ACT ONE.
Opposites & Contradictions – The Play
Act I Cast
John Honest: A seven-year-old boy whose father has gone on a long journey. He is of the lower class. John and his friend Tom are the village’s troublemakers.
Tom Knoks: A friend of John, who comes from a high class family.
Eugene Stranglin : A former monk, who longs to return to the church.
Dan Candor: A middle-aged man, who serves as John’s caregiver. He is a former merchant who is now a cook.
Stephen Knoks: Tom’s father. A knight who works closely for the king. He grew in a lower class house.
Sophie (Sapphira) Knoks: Tom’s moth
:iconMrArbitraryMarks:MrArbitraryMarks
:iconmrarbitrarymarks:MrArbitraryMarks 2 0
Literature
But...
I'm in love with you but
The world I see is so dark
and your love is not light
But shadow
I can't tell it apart
I'm in love with you but
The world I hear is so loud
And your love is not heard
But lost
A whisper in the crowd
I'm in love with you but
The world I feel is so rough
And your love is not soft
But solid
A feeling just as tough
I'm in love with you but
The world I'm in is so wrong
And your love is not right
But reflective
Of this "love" I've suffered too long
:iconJellyBeanBullet:JellyBeanBullet
:iconjellybeanbullet:JellyBeanBullet 12 8
Literature
Control
I am The Controller
of all things, and I
know this because
I navigated the space
between your heart &
mine without taking a
single breath. I
        didn’t need to.
        I just saw yours
        as mine, I took it,
       and I swallowed
        it
whole. I’m not sure
that was the right
thing to do, but
My hand was the
one that did it, and
I can see it in your
orange&yellow Heartbeat;
I can see it in the
way I cry for you, alone,
but still proprietoring your
Presence here, next
to Mine.  I Control
all Things in my life,
and you are no Exception
to the grip of My hands:
you cannot test My Strength
in the way you think you can
:iconoliviacolomar:oliviacolomar
:iconoliviacolomar:oliviacolomar 2 2
Mature content
The Lone Snowman :iconforeverevanescent:ForeverEvanescent 10 5
Literature
About Us and Our Future
About Us and Our Future
“Max?” Nikki’s voice suddenly rang in Max’s ears. Max was taking a nap when Nikki came into his tent. He half-expected Nikki to drag him off to some sort of weird adventure that would probably result in danger and bodily harm. Max didn’t really mind, as he enjoyed Nikki’s company. He enjoyed it quite a lot, but he would never tell anyone that.
“What’s up Nikki?” Max asked while wiping the sleep from his eyes. When he turned to Nikki, he didn’t see her usually adventurous vigor and face swallowing grin. Instead, he saw a blank face with a hint of despair in her eyes. It confused and frightened Max knowing that there was something that apparently got under Nikki’s skin enough to break her usual demeanor. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s nothing Max. I was…just wondering. Do you ever think about the future?” Nikki asked. Max was taken aback by the question. Nikki w
:iconForeverEvanescent:ForeverEvanescent
:iconforeverevanescent:ForeverEvanescent 23 8
Literature
Narcissism
Narcissism
These people grow from seeds of incompetence
Into fully grown flowers of mediocrity
With only one chance of survival;
The light that comes from my brilliance
:iconForeverEvanescent:ForeverEvanescent
:iconforeverevanescent:ForeverEvanescent 33 13
Mature content
Substitute Troubles (Chapter 1) :iconforeverevanescent:ForeverEvanescent 11 4
Mature content
When I Look in the Mirror :iconforeverevanescent:ForeverEvanescent 15 6
Literature
Rain
The rain falls like a sacred anthem
Quietly echoing my careworn soul
Her melancholic hymn is so familiar
She draws me onward like a pilgrim
Perhaps that is why I am barefoot
Like Moses before the burning bush
I feel the tears of heaven washing
My bare feet like Mary Magdalene
The rain sooths like a sacrament
Absolving the streets of their sins
She sprinkles my soul in acceptance
I give in to her elemental absolution
The rain embraces everything I am
Without judgment’s callous gavel
The rain weeps for me in empathy
Inscribing the path my tears trace
She welcomes me into fellowship
I am speechless before her grace
Her caress brings life and renewal
I taste her cool kiss across my lips
I know I am safe in her soft arms
For rain is a compassionate lover
©All original work copyright Edward D Cates 2018
:iconBarosus:Barosus
:iconbarosus:Barosus 10 29
Literature
Ready (TMNT)
    No one’s POV
    September 29th, every year since the first, Splinter and his four turtle sons had gathered around the kitchen table to celebrate their “mutation” day. The day was always a joyous one. Each of the four young boys had a continuous smile plastered on their young faces during this day. Splinter, being their father, could ask for nothing more than what he currently had right in front of him. Though he had lost his family once, he had gotten a chance to have a new one. All four of the young boys that he spent the last couple years training and loving unconditionally were all he seemed to need right now. He was very over protective, he knew this, but he had already lost so much. He couldn’t lose them too. With the threat of them being mutants, the risk of letting them out of his sight was higher. That’s the reason the question was such a hard one for him to answer.
    “Sensei, w-we’re finally thirtee
:iconIlovephineas:Ilovephineas
:iconilovephineas:Ilovephineas 6 0
Literature
Snow
The storm had caught him unprepared.  The sky seemed so low he could almost reach up and touch the pregnant belly of the clouds overhead as he set off alone from the farmhouse, out across the backyard to the frozen lakeshore.  There was an almost uncanny silence to the New England landscape robed white in snow.  A strange restlessness drew him outward away from the stale routines of urban life into the open wild that late afternoon.  The call of solitude and the comfort of his own imaginations inspired by the crystalline grandeur of the winter landscape seemed an irresistible tug on his soul, as it often did on his frequent visits to the ancient ancestral estate.
The crusty snow crunched under his thick booted tread as he stepped out onto the lake ice, heavy staff in hand.   The lake was oddly devoid of human activity that day, but then it was a weekday afternoon and most people would be about their jobs or nestled in their snug houses instead of abroad in the
:iconBarosus:Barosus
:iconbarosus:Barosus 11 45

Groups

Activity


Lovino groaned as sleep stirred him awake, giving way to a blaring headache.

*Damn, what happened last night? Probably had something to do with that stupid German, the bastard...*

Getting up turned out to be even worse, with the throbbing now wrapping around his head. Cursing aloud, he went to the kitchen, wishing that the coffee maker and beans were on the nightstand instead.

Details of last night began to return to him. Unfortunately.

It was still fuzzy and mismatched, but Lovino could make out himself with a bottle of Campari, though most of the drink was on him rather than the bottle itself. Then someone came up to him and slurred something about his ass. Naturally he slapped them in response, which made them cry. Lovino hadn’t meant for that to happen, his memory of this person’s face was still unclear, but he was sure it wasn’t anyone he despised. So, he cupped their face in his hands and… he wasn’t quite sure what happened after that.

As he reached for the coffee pot, Lovino noticed a tiny post-it note stuck on the bottom of the cupboard.

Lovi,

Had fun last night, if you know
what I mean 😉
Call me later


Hm, strange. Lovino recognized that handwriting, but he didn’t think any of the girls were at the party, it was only…

Oh…

Jesus Christ above, what happened last night?
The Morning After
Hey, look at that, a story with a layout that isn't absolute shit!
Yes this is Hetalia fanfic, I've never really written all that much for the fandom before, (mainly because I was 12 back then and I sucked at it) and I've only reignited my interest into it very recently. I'm still a little shaky when it comes to characterization still, so anything that seems a little bit out of character is mostly just mismemory on my part.
I kept the ending a little ambiguous for a change. I admit this is mainly a "dead fandom distress call" kind of drabble, so I decided to leave shippings open ended, though I have my own biases...
Loading...
Hi, I'm "TheGirlFromChelsea." I'm not actually from Chelsea, in fact I barely know where it is. It was just the title of a song that I liked and I figured that would be a good username. (If you know who sings the song, congratulations, I love you.) This account was made for two reasons: For me to both fav/comment on a buttload of artwork, but also upload some of my writings. Probably more of the latter than the former.

If you couldn't already tell from the interests, I'm a teenager. I know what's going on in your head, "Aw hell no, not another one of these again." I agree with you. I'm horrible at what I do. Half the time my poems make no sense, and I'm a living Professor Calamitous when it comes to my actual stories. What I'm hoping to get out this experience on here is to get feedback and advice from actually successful poets and writers and become better in the literary arts.
Or maybe just get conformation on what I already knew. I'm fine with both outcomes.
  • Listening to: "The Girl From Chelsea"
  • Reading: This over in case there's mistakes
  • Eating: Chocolate layer cake
  • Drinking: Diet Coke (cue the fat jokes)

deviantID

TheGirlfromChelsea's Profile Picture
TheGirlfromChelsea

Artist | Student | Literature
United States
I have the taste of a 14 year-old from 2011. :P
Interests

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconsakura-araragi:
Sakura-Araragi Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Student Digital Artist
:iconlovelyhugplz: Thanks so much for the watch! I really appreciate it :heart:
Reply
:iconmentalverse:
Mentalverse Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
thank you for fave mate
Reply
:iconilovephineas:
Ilovephineas Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fave!
Reply
:iconaltheatoasty:
AltheaToasty Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the favourite and the watch! (:
Reply
:iconbarosus:
Barosus Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Daisy thanks for fav Hello again of mysterious girl whois NOT actually from Chelsea (which I suppose makes you even more mysterious)  I just got done replying to your comment on my poem Mirror Scalpel and I looked down and saw you had favorited several more of my pieces.  So thank you very kindly. XD  I am thrilled my work was meaningful to you.  Please come back anytime, and always feel free to ask me about anything. 
Reply
:iconforeverevanescent:
ForeverEvanescent Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2018  Student Writer
Thanks for the watch and the favorites. I hope you enjoy the rest of my content. 
Reply
:iconurbangerbils:
UrbanGerbils Featured By Owner May 21, 2018   General Artist
Thanks for faving Scaresville chapter 1. I’d be interested to know what you thought of it.
Reply
:iconthegirlfromchelsea:
TheGirlfromChelsea Featured By Owner May 22, 2018  Student Writer
No problem, dude!
I thought the story was very creative, funny and I can tell it has a lot of potential.
Reply
:iconurbangerbils:
UrbanGerbils Featured By Owner May 23, 2018   General Artist
Thank you, it’s only the first chapter, I’m glad you liked it.
Reply
:iconheronwolf:
heronwolf Featured By Owner May 20, 2018  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the fave ;-)
Reply
Add a Comment: