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Sam: Dream 1

Dreaming Sunlight streaming down through the branches above my head, the light so bright while at the same time filtered by the pale green leaves. A warm breeze drifted past me, sliding across my bare skin, winding up into my hair, stray curls brushing against the back of my neck. All around me was the sweet smell of flowers, the fresh scent of grass, the clean openness of the air, the earthy smell of the dirt under my feet. Everything I looked at was saturated with colour, so powerful, so vivid it didn't seem real to me. In the early morning, the forest seemed almost magical. It was amazing. It was compelling. It was breathtaking. It

Breaking the Writing Block

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Breaking the Writing Block

me: *looking over at Sam sitting next to me on my nest of blankets on the floor of my bedroom* dude. Sam: *looking down at one hand while chewing on the fingernails of the other* what? me: where've you been? it's been two weeks since i've written anything that wasn't a typo fix or a line added on to the previous scene that might make sense. Sam: i'm not the one writing this, you know. you are. aren't you supposed to be able to get past these dry spells? me: not if i don't know what's going on. did you ever have that talk with your mom? Sam: *glares at me from her spot next to me, still chewing on her nails* me: you ever think she would'

YA Fiction: Chapter 2

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YA Fiction: Chapter 2

I walked down the wrong hallway on my way to my first class. Twice. My sense of direction always sucked. When I found the right room, the second bell had just gone off and the teacher was standing by her desk. The sheet of paper in one hand and the pencil in the other told me she was taking attendance, so I knocked on the door frame once she finished her list. Her head came up at the sound, and her eyes were wide when they landed on me. "Yes? Can I help you?" I lifted up the folder I'd been given. "I'm new here." Nodding, she walked towards me, taking the paper with my class schedule from me. Her brown eyes darted back and forth while sh

YA Fiction: Chapter 1 Revamp 2

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YA Fiction: Chapter 1 Revamp 2

I needed to stop biting my nails. All ten of them were jagged, ragged, and at the point where one more bite would make them bleed. The dark red polish did nothing to hide the ruined tips and it wasn't the best thing I'd ever tasted. It probably would've been strange if I started biting them there in the principal's office and they started bleeding all over the place. Sighing, I slid my hands into my sleeves, cupping the points of my elbows, and looked out the window at the falling rain as the principal talked to my mother. Going to a new school halfway through the year sucked. Everyone already had their schedules and their friends and the

YA Fiction: Chapter 1 Revamp 1

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YA Fiction: Chapter 1 Revamp 1

I needed to stop biting my nails. All ten of them were jagged, ragged, and at the point where one more bite to them would make them bleed. The dark red polish did nothing to hide the ruined tips, and it wasn't the best thing I'd ever tasted. It probably would've been strange if I started biting them there in the principal's office and they started bleeding all over the place. Sighing, I slid my hands into my sleeves and looked out the window as the principal talked to my mother. Going to a new school halfway through the year sucked. Everyone already had their schedules and their friends and their favourite spots to hang out at, and I was

YA Fiction: Chapter 1

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YA Fiction: Chapter 1

I needed to stop biting my nails. All ten of them were jagged, ragged, and at the point where one more chew on them would make them bleed. The dark red polish did nothing to hide the ruined tips, and it wasn't the best thing I'd ever tasted. It probably would've been strange if I started biting them there in the principal's office and they started bleeding all over the place. Sighing, I slid my hands into my sleeves, and looked out the window as the principal talked to my mother. Going to a new school after the school year already started sucked. Everyone already had their schedules and their friends and their favourite spots, and I was

YA Fiction: Week 4

YA Fiction: Week 3

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YA Fiction: Week 3

I stormed out of the house, tired of the shouting and the fighting, the accusations and the lies. I was tired of everything, tired of my grandparents acting like they knew everything, tired of Mom not standing up to them, and tired of not being able to live my life the way I wanted to. I was surprised I remembered to put shoes on, because all I remembered was running out of the house, racing down the street. I brushed past other people, not listening when they called out to me. Nothing mattered but getting away from the house. A breeze swept past me as I ran, and I wondered why I'd never run like that before. It felt amazing, like racing th

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Sam: Dream 1

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Sam: Dream 1

Dreaming Sunlight streaming down through the branches above my head, the light so bright while at the same time filtered by the pale green leaves. A warm breeze drifted past me, sliding across my bare skin, winding up into my hair, stray curls brushing against the back of my neck. All around me was the sweet smell of flowers, the fresh scent of grass, the clean openness of the air, the earthy smell of the dirt under my feet. Everything I looked at was saturated with colour, so powerful, so vivid it didn't seem real to me. In the early morning, the forest seemed almost magical. It was amazing. It was compelling. It was breathtaking. It

Breaking the Writing Block

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Breaking the Writing Block

me: *looking over at Sam sitting next to me on my nest of blankets on the floor of my bedroom* dude. Sam: *looking down at one hand while chewing on the fingernails of the other* what? me: where've you been? it's been two weeks since i've written anything that wasn't a typo fix or a line added on to the previous scene that might make sense. Sam: i'm not the one writing this, you know. you are. aren't you supposed to be able to get past these dry spells? me: not if i don't know what's going on. did you ever have that talk with your mom? Sam: *glares at me from her spot next to me, still chewing on her nails* me: you ever think she would'

YA Fiction: Chapter 2

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YA Fiction: Chapter 2

I walked down the wrong hallway on my way to my first class. Twice. My sense of direction always sucked. When I found the right room, the second bell had just gone off and the teacher was standing by her desk. The sheet of paper in one hand and the pencil in the other told me she was taking attendance, so I knocked on the door frame once she finished her list. Her head came up at the sound, and her eyes were wide when they landed on me. "Yes? Can I help you?" I lifted up the folder I'd been given. "I'm new here." Nodding, she walked towards me, taking the paper with my class schedule from me. Her brown eyes darted back and forth while sh

YA Fiction: Chapter 1 Revamp 2

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YA Fiction: Chapter 1 Revamp 2

I needed to stop biting my nails. All ten of them were jagged, ragged, and at the point where one more bite would make them bleed. The dark red polish did nothing to hide the ruined tips and it wasn't the best thing I'd ever tasted. It probably would've been strange if I started biting them there in the principal's office and they started bleeding all over the place. Sighing, I slid my hands into my sleeves, cupping the points of my elbows, and looked out the window at the falling rain as the principal talked to my mother. Going to a new school halfway through the year sucked. Everyone already had their schedules and their friends and the

YA Fiction: Chapter 1 Revamp 1

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YA Fiction: Chapter 1 Revamp 1

I needed to stop biting my nails. All ten of them were jagged, ragged, and at the point where one more bite to them would make them bleed. The dark red polish did nothing to hide the ruined tips, and it wasn't the best thing I'd ever tasted. It probably would've been strange if I started biting them there in the principal's office and they started bleeding all over the place. Sighing, I slid my hands into my sleeves and looked out the window as the principal talked to my mother. Going to a new school halfway through the year sucked. Everyone already had their schedules and their friends and their favourite spots to hang out at, and I was

YA Fiction: Chapter 1

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YA Fiction: Chapter 1

I needed to stop biting my nails. All ten of them were jagged, ragged, and at the point where one more chew on them would make them bleed. The dark red polish did nothing to hide the ruined tips, and it wasn't the best thing I'd ever tasted. It probably would've been strange if I started biting them there in the principal's office and they started bleeding all over the place. Sighing, I slid my hands into my sleeves, and looked out the window as the principal talked to my mother. Going to a new school after the school year already started sucked. Everyone already had their schedules and their friends and their favourite spots, and I was

YA Fiction: Week 4

YA Fiction: Week 3

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YA Fiction: Week 3

I stormed out of the house, tired of the shouting and the fighting, the accusations and the lies. I was tired of everything, tired of my grandparents acting like they knew everything, tired of Mom not standing up to them, and tired of not being able to live my life the way I wanted to. I was surprised I remembered to put shoes on, because all I remembered was running out of the house, racing down the street. I brushed past other people, not listening when they called out to me. Nothing mattered but getting away from the house. A breeze swept past me as I ran, and I wondered why I'd never run like that before. It felt amazing, like racing th

ItM - Simon - 88

ItM - Erin - 1

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ItM - Erin - 1

Work as Life Sometimes I wonder why I continue to do this. Maybe it’s some bizarre sense of loyalty towards the people who took me in after my parents died. Maybe it’s because I know that if I don’t take care of them no one else will. It’s not like they know how to take care of themselves. Of course, maybe I’m just insane. I kind of doubt this; I don’t honestly think I’m insane. I am grasping at straws to find a reason for my continuing job of personal assistant/housemaid/cook/computer programmer/a bunch of other jobs that five other people should be doing instead of me. Who was the moron that decided va

ItM - Simon - 2

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ItM - Simon - 2

Life as a Mess Sometimes I wonder if there’s anything more to what I’m doing with my life, if I should just give in and go into business like my dad or if I should stay the way I am, ‘a complete mess who doesn’t care about anything but playing loud music and spending time with friends,’ as my mom would put it. I’d put it as more of ‘a complete mess who enjoys playing loud music and hanging out with friends and having a good time.’ My mom and I have always had varying opinions of what I should do with my life. I wonder if I’m adopted. I think I am. I wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe it’s b

ItM - Erin - 3

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ItM - Erin - 3

Messing Up There were days when I’d sneak in a few hours of reading a magazine or watching the television, and I’d think that I had no idea what really went on in the world outside of the house. I’d get evenings off, but I was ‘always encouraged’ to stay in my room and get a few more hours of sleep. There was so much out there that I hadn’t experienced yet, that I hadn’t seen or even imagined could happen. That was why I promised myself I’d start going out when I had a night off, so I could experience what the city and the world had to offer. I wanted to learn so I could get out of the house. I didn&

ItM - Simon - 4

ItM - Erin - 5

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ItM - Erin - 5

The Smoke from the Fire I think there’s a part of me that’s afraid of the outside world, that’s afraid to leave the house and meet new people. I’d been kept in the same place for years, only allowed to go out at certain times to visit certain places. These times I met with Simon were the only chance I had to do something for myself and not for Eleanor. She’d probably have a fit if she knew, but to hell with her. Sometimes I just wanted to cram all those ‘requests’ of hers down her throat until she choked on them. I think I was also afraid of having something good happen to me since it happened so rarely.

ItM - Simon - 6

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ItM - Simon - 6

Fire and Ice I think there’s always been that part of me that’s craved freedom, which pretty much translates into freedom from the oppressive grasp of my mother. She can try the patience of a saint sometimes, and can also smother the crap out of them, too. She clings so much she’s like a new kind of static that makes clothes stick together. My sister and I have coped with this in different ways: I ignore her, and Michaela ignores her with attitude. My sister’s the kind of girl that’ll put out if Mom tells her to make sure she’s wearing a raincoat plus a hat and umbrella when it’s only misting outside. I w

ItM - Erin - 7

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ItM - Erin - 7

Ice Cold Fear I started wondering if fate was real, if we were all pre-ordained to do certain things in life. Of course, whenever I would think about that I would wonder if I was supposed to work for a woman like Eleanor for the rest of my life. If I was, then I really got the short end of the straw when it came to destinies. After a while, I figured that there wasn’t such a thing as fate, and kept going about my life, even though most of it was tedious and pointless. Besides, I was just biding my time until I could finally get out of the Arbour House and live my own life. Well, no, I wasn’t, but it was nice to pretend I’d b

ItM - Simon - 8

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ItM - Simon - 8

Fear of Hope I started wondering if there was more to life when I first met Eden. She had a job she hated, but she still tried to be upbeat about the whole thing. When I realized it was Erin, I started thinking even more. She’d been around for as long as I could remember, but I’d never really talked to her. It was probably because when she went to school I was tucked in bed, and then when she was up during the day I was outside playing with my friends. If I thought about it, I could sometimes remember seeing a different little girl in the house, but then someone would whisk me off to school. It made me feel like shit, knowing I&#

ItM - Erin - 9

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ItM - Erin - 9

Hope and Faith I figured I’d have to get used to someone caring about how I was feeling every day. There were times that I couldn’t remember the first ten years of my life with my parents, but I could remember what they were like. It seemed better, remembering their personalities more than what they looked like or what we did as a family. My mother was a very loving person; she was kind of like the vampire equivalent of a housewife, except she never did any cooking and she never helped me with my homework. She mostly stayed home all day, but she did have friends to call every night, and sometimes she took me to visit my father at

ItM - Simon - 10

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ItM - Simon - 10

Faith in Waiting I figured I’d have to get Erin used to having someone around that cared about her. It wasn’t that she was upset that I was paying so much attention to her, it was that she wasn’t used to someone giving her actual affection instead of orders. I didn’t want to wait for her to get used to it, because I kept hearing that low, rumbling voice that represented my werewolf instincts. It kept growling at me, almost snarling, telling me to keep Erin close, to keep her safe and happy and hidden away from anything that could hurt her. When I was younger, my dad explained to me that sometimes my werewolf instincts w

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Twenty-Ten

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Twenty-Ten

Looking across the living room, I watched my sister tear into the calendar she'd recently received as a Christmas present from her boyfriend. The bikini-clad woman stared back at me from her position of supplication, draped across the hood of a shiny, red convertible. I cringed when she shoved her fingernail into the plastic covering, wondering if she was giving herself a paper cut. "How can you do that without scissors?" "It's cause they're so long, that's why." Tearing into the plastic, she removed it and tossed it in the direction of the garbage can, too busy hanging up the calendar to throw out the trash properly. As she hunted around
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i'm currently a 4th/5th-year English major at one of the big universities in BC, Canada. i write as often as i can, but usually it's in between the due dates of my essays and term papers.

Current Residence: BC, Canada
deviantWEAR sizing preference: it'd have to be men's x-large. it's just easier that way.
Print preference: small-ish and matte, and no frame.
Favourite genre of music: alternative/rock/punk
Operating System: Windows XP (Vista needs some work)
MP3 player of choice: my new green iPod Nano *squee*
Shell of choice: i prefer starfish
Wallpaper of choice: Jessica's ItM 2 cartoon
Skin of choice: mine. it's pale and freckled, but it's ok
Favourite cartoon character: Stewie from Family Guy
Personal Quote: 'writers are fun. they're a different breed of creative souls.'

Favourite Visual Artist
my friend Stephanie (she's not a dA-er, but she's cool)
Favourite Movies
Possession (Twilight wasn't bad)
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Script, Faber Drive, Paramore
Favourite Writers
Jules *snicker*, Darc, Kira, Jessica, Rabbit, Denise, all the writer-people here on dA
Favourite Games
any Mystery Case Files game
Favourite Gaming Platform
our Wii, it's fun
Tools of the Trade
my laptop, sometimes a camera
Other Interests
writing, reading, music

I'm a winner!!

I'm a winner!!

i found out this morning on Twitter i won an ARC of a book i've been waiting to read since i read the first one in January. :) i loved Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick and i've been waiting for Crescendo to come out (the 19th). yay me. and yay to the lovely people at Simon & Schuster Canada and the Simon Pulse imprint who does their teen & kids books stuff. now, to wait by the mailbox for it to arrive. :D but i'm still getting my hardcover copy. lindsay e.

I'm still here

I'm still here

yes, i'm alive. yes, i want you to pick at the short story i posted yesterday. no, i'm not here a lot, but i am on Twitter all day long. :) search for @le_robertson. i'm either babbling about my day or what book i'm reading. :hug: lindsay e.

Before I do a Portland recap

Before I do a Portland recap

something always goes wrong when my family travels. once the plane there wouldn't work. once my mom forgot my grandmother's ashes on our kitchen counter instead of taking them with her to the airport. once we flew to the UK and i was so grouchy and sick and tired it was terrible. last night, my mom and i got back from our trip to Portland, OR. first, the train stopped around Vancouver, WA because a bridge was drawn up for a big boat. next, the train stopped north of Vancouver, WA because the engine crapped out. it was there for about 40 minutes. and finally, the train stopped between Tacoma and Seattle, WA because the train hit someone

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Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday! I hope it is a grand one!
:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

It's December 26th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!

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I hope all your birthday dreams and wishes come true!
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your presence is dearly missed, lindsay. i hope all has been well with you.
:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

It's December 26th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!

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Hey there! Happy birthday to you!! We share the same birthday :iconladanceplz: :party: