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ChaptersOfLife: CHAPTER TWOCHAPTER TWO:ChaptersOfLife: CHAPTER TWO by MamaGizzy
THE FINE LINE BETWEEN VACATION
Inside my skull throbbed an unbearable pulsing that made me feel I was going to have a massive aneurism at any moment. With my legs curled into my chest and my favorite blanket cuddled around me, I weakly opened a water bottle Darryl had bought for me. I actually really hate water, but the gesture was nice. I didn't complain only because I never see him doing nice things for people which made me feel somewhat special; until I had the thought that he's only trying to make me better so he could get rid of me faster because he probably thinks I'm an easy, alcohol-loving girl. Why do I always think so horribly of myself?
Brushing it off, I raise up my head slightly to see him standing right under my window looking at me. I don't know why, but his eyes seemed to be saying I'll be seeing you soon and the smile he flashed confirmed it. Unless if I was imagining things, like
ChaptersOfLife: CHAPTER ONECHAPTER ONE:ChaptersOfLife: CHAPTER ONE by MamaGizzy
THE TRUTH ABOUT ALCOHOL IS
ALCOHOL SPEAKS THE TRUTH.
It was a Friday night in the middle of July; the air was warm and soothing with not one cloud in the sky. Katie, my best friend for almost eight years now, was throwing a small "bring your own booze" party. I had brought mine and was excited to introduce my wondrous discovery, the "Chocolate Coconut Buzz". I was in the kitchen putting the party essentials away and my liquor bottles in the freezer when I heard someone approaching me from behind. Turning carefully I looked back to see who it was. A hot blush ran to my cheeks as my eyes met with Darryl's. "Hey." He said.
"Hey Darryl," I replied. Derryl is Katie's cousin that I've always had a secret thing for. He's kind of a delinquent guy, but something always sparked my dark fantasies when he was around that couldn't keep me away from him. He, Katie and I would often go to a bar and play a few rounds of p
Personal GhostsWith your sparkling eyesPersonal Ghosts by starell
And toothy grin
It can get rather difficult
To suppose you'd understand
So pardon me for not thinking
Of the skeletons hung up
Next to your yellow sundress
It can be easy to forget
That smiles are plastered on
So the cracks can't show
RedI wore redRed by starell
you said it was
I was thinking
of telling you
I love you,
Masked MasksYou're differentMasked Masks by starell
When you're with them
When You're with me.
Who are you
RestorationRestoration by MirkwoodElf
Written on the wall were these words:
Tell Lasec Roffo Erutan Eb Dednuob Ereh, Throfec Neh, Litnu a Namuh Gingeb Dluoshet Icer Eseths Drow
Beneath them, several hieroglyphics were imprinted into the stone. The odd thing about them was how very fine and intricate they were, seeming quite recently made especially compared to the writings wed seen on previous digs. Almost too fine.
But that wasnt what caught my attention. I knew something about hieroglyphics, though not nearly as much as Rachel or Kylie, but I knew enough to tell the different cultures apart, and, more importantly, I knew the Ancient dialects, though Kylie was definitely more of the linguist, and I didnt have any idea what the words actually meant.
Treasure HuntersLeave land beforeTreasure Hunters by starell
The sun has thought
To make it's way 'round
Their motor whirring lowly
Chopping though dark waters
Until almost too far from the coastline
It's still black,
But threatening dark blue
Deeper than they should
Where it's still dark as pitch
Breathe air in the water
As it bites them with the cold
Currents carrying them
Farther and farther out
Until the water becomes turquoise
Graveyard Grand JeteThe rotted stairs groaned as I slunk through the house. Clouds of dust swirled in the night air. My eyes could barely make out shapes from the drab interior, but I did not stumble. Slowly I picked my way through the house to the hidden staircase, Carrie trailing behind me.Graveyard Grand Jete by starell
The latch rasped as the tumblers freed the catch and the door jolted open. Squeaking slightly, the trapdoor opened and Carrie and I slipped out onto the roof. Moonlight striped us silver and illuminated the grime of centuries on top of the old house. And then I danced.
Forgetting the impending doom tomorrow would bring and how Madame would yell at the grit caked in my slippers. My arms floated high above my head as I flirted with the edge. Spinning closer and closer to the very edge of the roof I would leap and twirl with the night. Carrie whimpered, cowering against the chimney eyes widened with fright, pleading with me to come back.
It was getting late. I slipped off my shoes grabbing her hand I guided us out of th
DearestDearest,Dearest by starell
Would that you were closer,
So I could read aloud
The words I’ve only written,
The thoughts I haven’t dared.
Speak my desires
Onto your lips and into your mouth
So they might wrap around your tongue
And maybe travel to your heart.
Would that you were closer,
So I could catch the notes
You shout from high cliffs
That travel over oceans
Until they get to me,
Where I wait on the sand,
And only grasp faint whispers
Carried by the waves.
Would that you were closer,
So we could count the freckles
That dot across our noses.
Which we got from waiting
Every night in the moonlight
So we wouldn’t miss the love letters
Hung by the other
On the evening breeze.
Would that you were closer.
No Matter LoveI.No Matter Love by jade-pandora
I'm the comet that appeared for the first time
that will never return
through the judgment of your life,
only to have you receive what I bring
as the love you long to take and return
before the ice dust from my departure
fades for all time.
Through the slender-necked sitar's silvery notes
pass the fragrance of our moonstruck limbs
surrendering to breezes
that play off a river that honors
the generations of lovers we now embody.
You were the fallen angel that waited so long,
knowing I'd be found,
to resuscitate and raise you up;
Not from whence you toppled,
but to couple in a holy damnation
and welcome in celebration
and never regret, no matter.
Being lonely Daydream ofBeing lonely by GentlePeace
Conversation I wish
They speak of
Relationships of the past
That never carried on
On Turning 18On Turning 18 by shadowsmokeandfire
I would not be scared of adulthood
If I were ready,
And not the melancholic kid
Who refuses to acknowledge her inchoate dreams,
In order to march to the rhythm
Of taxes and death
I suppose any future will be better
Than looking through the looking glass,
Of sitting alone,
Because others neglected the shadow
Who refused to be seen
I want to believe that I have changed,
But every time I press my back against the wall,
I become nothing more than a pair of eyes,
While I fade
Maybe I’ll change in the future,
And stop living inside my dreams.
Or at least put an end
To this state I’ve concocted
Between dreaming and reality
I used to argue that life is pain,
But how could I have known pain,
When I never knew life?
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past eventsBeing afraid to speak by GentlePeace
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shivered, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
Welcome to the Llama Party!If you're reading this journal, you're cordially invited to my...Welcome to the Llama Party! by OfOneSoul
In my "last journal" I revealed this upcoming party with no clues as to what it would involve. All I revealed is that it would include prizes such as & Premium Memberships. What I did ask of you was to answer this poll. The question?
What is your favorite number between 1 and 10? And why?
This was in fact the first "contest". I perused the comments and chose the number I will be using in the party based on the entrant's reason. And the winner of the first prize, 100 , is...
- with their comment:
"I like 6.
Ever since I started learning numbers in school, and math,
The Misadventures of a Pair of Idiots"Jake, it’s not safe. Get the fuck out of there and come here." It wasn’t a strange situation to Zack because when having friends like that, he would end up in a lot of problems.The Misadventures of a Pair of Idiots by Miles-tan
"Come on man, we’re just exploring this weird cave, it’s not like something bad will happen." And that was it, when you put together the words ‘weird’ and ‘cave’ it doesn’t give you good vibes.
"Jake I will count to three and if you don’t go out before I will make sure-"
"Aw c’mon mom just lose yourself a little."
But when you’re an angel these bad vibes are really bad news.
Tugging on the border of his violet shirt Zack followed nervously his reckless friend and protected chosen. The more they entered the more it gave him bad feelings and the more it became… weird. There was an indescriptible feeling filling the air the more they get deep and Jake seemed oblivious to this.
Tsk, stupid humans that’s why they get ki
Blood Regent: FaithfulThe rosary beads were cold on his fingertips. The old bricks of the church smelled of mold, corroded by the decades of winds breezing up from the Loch.Blood Regent: Faithful by OfOneSoul
“Oh, my God, I am heartfully sorry for having offended Thee," he began reciting. He rolled the bead along the edge of his finger. The words spilled from his lips, memorized but still genuine. He lifted the stick until the votive candle finally breathed flame.
“- and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishment, but most of all because I have offended Thee, my God…”
“Garrett,” a voice called from behind him.
“- Who is all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve…”
“Garrett, haven’t you asked enough?”
Garrett felt a hand brush his shoulder. His scar rubbed against the cloth and the feeling was unpleasant. Distant memories clouded his mind much like the skies the day he received the mark. He trembled as if lightning were coursing through him again.
Supernatural x Tamer - Summer VacationSupernatural x Tamer - Summer Vacation by darkangel2454
Info: God's Eye(s) - Humans who's born with special powers.
God's Hands - Name of the organizations built by the God's Eyes.
Genre: Fantasy, Supernatural, Action, Comedy.
Special Chapter - Summer Vacation
I am Lucien Maya, seventeen years old. I died and have turned into a spirit last month, and many various kinds of different phenomenons have happened to me, like adventure, tragedy, disaster and battles. Romeo Ackerman is the one who's been taking care of me, in exchange of becoming his Spirit Partner. And by the order of the organization that we are currently working for, we have been fighting together against various kinds of Supernatural entities such as Demons, Evil Spirits and Beasts that have appeared from different world and dimensions. But today is the special day, because we were given the time to rest as our vacation, and now we are currently off to the beach resort which Willy have prepare
Fending for myself (part 1)Fending for myself (part 1) by SwayingSerenity
"Hello. My Name is General Jake F. Flow. And I've achieved nothing in my life."
Jake the wolf sat in front of his screen and was recording his first V-log-memoirs.
"But I don't quite care because I used to care and it only made things worse. This is being totally unable to care. At all. Caring is also bad for you. Look after yourself, manage to get out before they'll get you. Otherwhise you'll end up like me, and I'll tell you, JUST like me. Oh well, yeah. And... Uhm. Trust is bad too. And so is confidence. Never be confident in yourself, you'll only fuck it up. And never be confident in anyone, because they'll let you down anyways. In the end you'll be betrayed by everyone and there's no running. They took everything you ever had. And you achieved nothing, little soldier. Nothing, I'll tell ya." Jake stopped for a few seconds and let his thoughts sway. And at this state he wanted to feel anger and hatred, but there wasn't even guilt or emptiness inside of him. It was pretty hopeless,
Chapter 41 - This Is Why==========Chapter 41 - This Is Why by jemgirl
This is a gay story. No ifs, ands or buts about it. Don't like, don't read.
“So?” I prompted Al when we were half way down the first block.
“So what?” he asked as we kept walking forward.
“What happened next with you and Brian? Did your parents show up then too? Did Ben?” I asked him as I was slowly being eaten by the need to know what happened next.
“No, one else walked in, but Eila told Brian that he was never to come near her or our house again or she would tell my parents and his about the two of us. Well that is the cleaned up version of what she said,” Al told me.
“And you just let her?” I asked a little surprised. I was surprised at myself for saying it, but also at Al for not standing up to his younger sister. Sure she had a right to be mad, but not at him. “I mean this wasn't your fault. She should have been mad at him,” I said in explanation of my earlier statement.
Chapter 40 - The Rest Of Our Day==========Chapter 40 - The Rest Of Our Day by jemgirl
This is a gay story. No ifs, ands or buts about it. Don't like, don't read.
“Dad,” Emma quickly said in our direction before turning back to look through the glass of another jewelry shop.
“What do you see now?” he asked her sounding less annoyed than I was starting to feel. Everything started to look the same after a while and honestly, it was boring. We were actually looking at rocks. The things you did for girls. He walked over to see what she was looking at, but I held out for about twenty seconds before I was following him. As I got there, Emma started to pull him into the store. I hung my head in defeat and followed them inside. It was a little less shiny than some of the newer stories we had walked by, so at least I was able to look around a bit more and try to find something that could hold some interest for me.
As I glanced around I realized that it wasn't a very glitzy jewelry store and saw some things that actually
Diviners of Runawynd Act IDiviners of Runawynd Act I by Runawynd
"But that's just immoral!" Denying all professionalism, Garrick harshly snapped at the supreme god, Keiran, who calmly sat in his cozy, luxurious office seat. "I can't believe you want me to carry out a mission like that!"
With the mildest of expressions, Keiran merely blinked up at the enraged one and countered, unexpectedly cold, "Since when do morals matter here? At this place where we observe and judge humanity? We focus on facts, not feelings. You know that." He added, patronizing.
"Tch, I don't need you reminding me. And I know what I need to do, but there's no way I'm-" Garrick welcomed the coming verbal battle; thus, when his superior rose from his seat, he could feel his own temper rising as well.
Keiran then approached him face-to-face, smirking all the while he spoke. "Look, I love the way you think " A graceful hand took to Garrick's pounding neck, reached to his face, where it departed with a tender caress. "But talking back to your superior isn't a good idea when the
The Xavier: Chapter 3At the moment of En'fili's peak, the room blazed with the sound of alarm bells. As a shocked En'fili leapt off the bed, her skin shone a deep penetrating, unhealthy yellow; a yellow glow of terror at the bewildering sound. Nikoli just lay stiff, still in shock at the noise and the startlement of En'fili. Their world of intimate unadulterated bliss came to fall as reality massacred it midway. A booming voice came over the speaker system-The Xavier: Chapter 3 by ShadowsOfAVorlon
"Report to alert stations. This is NOT a drill!"
The message in Commander Neroon's parade voice continued thrice more, then harshly stopped. With no time at all to spare Cromwell and Feliss hurriedly dressed themselves and ran towards the bridge Sola-lift, sorting each other's uniform on the way. As the two corrected their hair and made final adjustments to each other's kit, they began to think the worst- a declaration of war by the Vorath.
"But w-what if..."
Nikoli interrupted- "What if... nothing! We're on an Obsidion Class Luna Destroyer. We're on th
The Fallen Star: Chapter 8EIGHTThe Fallen Star: Chapter 8 by TheFS
Whatever Lakor tried to do, he couldn't sleep. It wasn't just the gentle creaking of the house that kept him awake, but the constant questions that rattled around in his head. He shuffled around onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. Slowly, he pushed his hands under his head and closed his eyes again.
Sleep had just taken hold over him, when a sudden thump echoed through his room. He reopened his eyes, hearing footsteps outside his door. He lifted up his head and tried to hear who it was.
Against Kantou's wishes, both Hamsol and Saru insisted that they should rest until morning. And yet, someone was awake. Lakor continued to listen, and heard the unmistakeable creaking of the stairs, as someone tiptoed downwards into the living room. There was click as the front door was opened, and another as it softly swung back to.
He pushed himself from his bed, shuffled over to the window and drew back the curtain. In the light of the moon, he could see a man strolling into the
A Renaissance Dinner Party Guests:A Renaissance Dinner Party by social-shut-in
Queen Elizabeth the First
Lorenzo de’ Medici
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci
Menu (More Snacks Than Actual Meal):
First Course: Manchet Bread with Butter
Second Course: Double Ale, Roasted Capon, and Game Pie
Third Course: Sweetmeats, Pastries with Marmalade, and Mead
da Vinci, Michelangelo, Shakespeare, Medici, Her Majesty
(Right after Her Majesty arrives and all are seated)
Shakespeare: I do believe all of us have arrived. Now, what shall we all talk about on this nice day?
Medici: I would like to ask Her Majesty how Her land of England is doing.
Elizabeth: It’s doing as well as your city of Florence, maybe even better. Our Royal Navy has expanded and has brought back many stories of the New World.
Medici: I do believe Your Majesty, is gloating.
Elizabeth: I feel no need to gloat. C
The Apology: Full ScriptThe ApologyThe Apology: Full Script by ZachValkyrie
Page 1: Six panels arranged in three rows of equal height. The top row is composed of one full-width panel. The middle row contains two panels of equal width. The bottom row contains three panels of equal width.
Top Panel: A long wide view of a large tan-grey concrete building in a vast field. The building is surrounded by a tall razorwire fence. Several guard towers are visible along the fence. The midday sky above the building is blue and cloudless. Behind the building, the fields stretch for miles without a single structure to be seen until the rolling hills swallow the landscape.
Middle Left Panel: Upward view of an unmarked black military helicopter with the midday sun peeking out from behind the rotor column.
Middle Right Panel: A view of the roof of the concrete building. The roof is made of the same tan-grey concrete as the building. On the right side of the panel, there stands a doorway leading to a stairwe
StagelightsStagelights by MirkwoodElf
INT. STAGE - NIGHT
CHRISTINE and LUCY work on the lighting panel on the stage floor. They are alone. There are only a few lights on above the stage - the audience space is dark.
A phone rings from an office backstage. Lucy and Christine look up, to the right; Lucy rolls her eyes and sighs.
Ill get it. Try switching the cables again. . .
She stands and walks off, through the right wing, leaving Christine alone. Christine kneels down and fiddles with the cables.
A noise, like the WHOOSH of a cape, sounds from somewhere out in the dark of the audience space. Christine looks up, staring out into the dark. She quickly stands up and grabs a screwdriver from the floor.
There is the sound of more movement, closer to her, then silence.
Slowly, she turns her head to her left, and, just outside the left wing, the PHANTOM st
We Do What We Must"It's not over, Sylvanas. Not yet," growled Lord Darius Crowley of Gilneas. His shoulders were set, his arms moved in a gesture of finality as he spoke. To his immediate right, louring in the face of everything, stood Ivar Bloodfang, leader of the feral worgen pack who had agreed to join the efforts of the Gilneas Liberation Front and the Alliance. To his front, and glaring impassively back at him and Ivar, were the hard eyes of orcs, the glowing eyes of elves (living and undead), and the unreadable faces of the dread val'kyr. The Horde's worst. Darius' fingers curled and gripped the bladed, claw-like fist-weapons that he was armed with.We Do What We Must by AranyaVerSarn
Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, former high elf ranger-general, now queen of the undead nation of the Forsaken, leaned slightly forward atop her skeletal warhorse, her eerily burning garnet eyes boring into Darius as she spoke in what sounded like an accusing or a reprimanding tone, "You frivolously throw away the lives of your people while your own king sit
Hush Little MurlocHush, little murloc, don't rwlrwl a word,Hush Little Murloc by AranyaVerSarn
Aranya's gonna catch you a kaliri bird.
If that kailri bird won't sing,
Aranya's gonna craft you a diamond focus ring.
If that diamond focus ring won't shine,
Aranya's gonna win you a Brewfest Stein.
If that Brewfest Stein gets cracked,
Aranya's gonna buy you a foam sword rack.
If those foam swords explode in confetti,
Aranya's gonna buy you a mechanical yeti.
If that mechanical yeti breaks down,
Aranya's gonna sew you a black embersilk gown.
If that pretty gown wears out,
Aranya's gonna brew you some Shimmer Stout.
If your mug's no longer full,
Aranya's gonna take you on a zeppelin to Grom'gol.
If that zeppelin ride's no fun,
Aranya's gonna buy you a silver-plated shotgun.
If that shotgun starts to rust,
Aranya's gonna gather you some arcane dust.
If enchantments with that dust won't take,
Aranya's gonna bake you a delicious chocolate cake.
If that chocolate cake gets spoiled,
Aranya's gonna pick you a bunch of dreamfoil.
If those nice
Debts and FavorsIn the shadowy spaces of the Nether, the dreadlord stood. Pride and satisfaction seemed to roll like heavy smoke from his form, as he watched chaotic colors dance in the palm of his open, outstretched hand. By contrast, the forms and shapes that he observed in them were quite specific - a mortal. A woman. One who had been his adversary, and was now indebted to be his asset.Debts and Favors by AranyaVerSarn
Vethoreas smirked and his eyes glittered, remembering how it had played out so perfectly.
A worthy adversary she had been. A couple of his brothers had already fallen to her before he even knew of her, a sin'dorei woman who had triumphed and fed on the essence of nathrezim. But through the foolish actions of one of his own kind, she had been reduced from his opponent to his pawn. A cost she willingly took upon herself to save the life of another.
"A favor for a favor..." The arcanist swallowed hard. Her voice and expression were calm, determined, and resolute. "I swear."
The Narrative Kind of Lit.Welcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...The Narrative Kind of Lit. by OfOneSoul
Kind of Lit.
If you support this article or were featured in it, feel free to advertise ClefairyKid's awesome stamp!
... and in accordance with my well-known disorder, .giflovingmania,
everyone's favorite narrating TV Show character, DEXTER, will be hosting this article's .gifs.
... he's so yummy, but usually covered in blood. Which is cool. Sort of.
a spoken or written account of connected events; a story.
"the hero of his modest narrative"
in the form of or concerned with narration.
"a narrative poem"
So, if you haven't figured it out yet... this is a feature article specializing in the
Clothes, Or Why We Should All Be NudistsClothes, Or Why We Should All Be Nudists by shadowsmokeandfire
If you looked through my closet, you would notice that my wardrobe consists almost entirely of black running pants, black athletic shorts, and black T-shirts. You may find the occasional white button-up hidden among my paint-splattered shirts from middle school and graphic tees, but the few nice shirts I own have problems of their own, often being too large or stained. I realize my closet is abysmal, especially for a teenage girl. My closet should overflow with denim shorts and vintage T-shirts, not the dreary athletic wear that inhabits most of it. I have tried to even out the ratio of dresses to sweatpants in my wardrobe, or at least introduce a color other than black, but my utilitarianism usually wins at the checkout counter. Black matches with everything and works for most occasions. Besides, I never leave the house unless I am going to school or Church, exercising, or buying groceries, so I see no purpose for a flowery crop-top or ripped jeans. There is no reason for me to buy cl
Livin' Young and Wild and FreeLivin' Young and Wild and Free by shadowsmokeandfire
There is nothing particularly remarkable about my backpack. It is a black, inconspicuous hiking backpack, sturdy and stout. I bought it on sale, and in it, I carry my phone, petroleum jelly, my school ID, a three-hole punch, my reusable water bottle, the keys to my house, and the entire contents of my locker. The only personality my backpack has comes from a hand-made lanyard hanging off of one of the zippers, and even that serves a practical purpose, standing in for the zipper pull I lost sophomore year. Thankfully, I only have to endure one more year with my falling-apart book bag before I head off to college and no longer have to lug my books from class to class.
Getting rid of my backpack will be a cathartic experience for me. Most of the memories I have made with it were unpleasant (crying about my inability to understand physics, crying while everyone else goes to Homecoming, crying for the sake of it), so I look forward to the day when I can pitch those memories and my backpack
deviantARTing: CommissionsWelcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...deviantARTing: Commissions by OfOneSoul
Keep on deviantARTing!
... and for the Hell of it, Thorgeous and Sexki will be hosting this article's .gifs.
performing an action involving or within the deviantART community.
supporting fellow deviants.
submitting or appreciating art on this glorious website
reading delicious articles written by deviants with too much time on their hands.
The object of my article, keep on deviantARTing, is to explain certain aspects of devianART that sometimes get muddled or some may not fully understand. I have become rather adept at commissioning others and felt that my
Drowning Sirens: Chapter OneDrowning Sirens: Chapter One by OfOneSoul
Chapter One: Voyeurism
"How many kids do you have?"
A voice crowed from across a large maroon fence separating all the neighborhood's front yards. Deanna Finnegan accidentally dropped the large box marked "breakable" and cringed at the sound of shattering dinner plates. She clenched her fists nervously and caught the eyes of her disapproving stepmother in her peripheral vision.
"Just pick it up, Deanna." The immediate Mrs. Finnegan ordered, raising her tone at the end of the sentence to intensify her disdain. Deanna scowled and watched curiously as her father crept towards the large fence until he came face to face, so to speak, with a large, gray eye. He knocked on the wood which caused the voyeur to turn away.
Deanna followed her father to the end of the fence and listened as the new neighbors made their introductions. "Hi, my name's Liam Finnegan, and this is my daughter, Deanna." Deanna nodded politely, grateful to be out of her stepmother's line of vision.
Drowning Sirens: PrologueDrowning Sirens: Prologue by OfOneSoul
Prologue: A picture is worth a thousand words...
Just off the Gulf of Mexico Mrs. Waverly was peeling the skin from a boiled shrimp she had bought at the market that morning. The steam had begun to rise in her quaint kitchen and she had raised all of her windows to thin the air. The smells of the sea rushed into her house, mixing with the hydrangeas and lavender she had planted outside.
She inhaled deeply and strolled into the living room, wiping her hands on a damp rag. Mrs. Waverly stopped just in front of the bay window facing the ocean basin. Off in the distance she could see the docks and a few fishing boats barely returning from their day's work. She pressed her fingertips against the glass and smiled warmly as the small heads of her children bobbed across a hill of murky white sand.
Mrs. Waverly waved to them generously as they held up their toy buckets in triumph. The face of her eight year-old son was smug and confident while her four-year old daughter's was f
Note To Self: 12/15/12Note To Self: Its always fun to escape with your father for New Jersey and come home at 6:30 am.Note To Self: 12/15/12 by strawburdeath
Soavist Quote: Internal TimebombAs ourselves, only we have the true power to disable our personal explosives. Sadly only too late do we realise this, so when one (another person) wishes to attempt such a feat- allow them. No, they may not have attained the true means to diffuse you, but neither do you more often than not. Even you alone do all this for temporary measures with shoddy tools- you know not how to utilise; for they are yourself.Soavist Quote: Internal Timebomb by ShadowsOfAVorlon
Someone will too possess these shoddy tools and lack of experience, but just because you cannot does not mean they cannot. It is greatly astonishing to see how observing from differing points of view, frequently gives one an alternate perspective, and so a, perhaps not the, means to do the seemingly unexpectedly impossible.
Will Even Family Forgive?I committed a crime,Will Even Family Forgive? by Starija
one that not only cannot be forgiven
but should not be forgiven.
And how is anything forgiven?
I can try and try,
try as I might until death
but a mistake that's done is unforgettable
and all I'm left with is regret and knowledge
to not make the same mistake again.
But what if I do it again?
Sometimes I get to wondering,
I wonder if my family will take me back
if my daddy understands or if my mom cares
but I wonder most
if my baby brothers and sisters forgive me
because really, the fault is mine and mine alone
for abandoning them
and rendering them disabled forever without cure.
And how do I change now?
I'll try to pay them back in my prison home,
learn to fight and toughen up
so I can try to go back, if they'll take me
and never let my siblings out of my sight again.
So how do I go about it?
It's better to be overprotective,
than to leave them to die the way I once did
and what's more
it's no crime, no crime to protect your loved ones at all.
The Symphony of RainWhere orange rays free fall from the sky,The Symphony of Rain by SereneCyrene
where heaven's time ceases to deny
the desire for a weeping cloud,
hear the sky roar out loud...
As you stretch your hand out for a tear
near the deep vertical atmosphere.
"Can't this sorrowful terrain
spare any room for rain?"
Break to the symphony of rain!
Feel it's darted arrows plunge,
throw your adrenaline into a lunge,
and watch nature start to breathe.
The heart now stands to know
of an indescribable water flow.
Break to the symphony of rain,
the sweet symphony of rain!
Where orange rays free fall from the sky,
is where a fair child questions why
the stars won't create a path
for the clouds to finally pass...
As he stretches his hand out for a tear
near the deep vertical atmosphere.
"Can't this sorrowful terrain
spare any room for rain?"
Back to Chorus x1
And the stillness after a storm
slanders the tension of a beating sun.
Just a shower thirty seconds long
slanders the tension of a beating sun.
Back to Chorus x2
Ba Dundun Ba Dundun Ba Dundun...BaBa Dundun Ba Dundun Ba Dundun... by strawburdeath
I can be
You might just
When you see
What gives me glee
You might take
Take a peek
What do you see
When you look at me
Covered with spiders
Do I give you the shivers?
Why does your lip quiver?
Is the grass not green enough?
Welcome to the other side!
What have you done
To my one
Beautiful it was
Bright as the sun
Dark as the depths of my heart
Deep will you look
My heart you thought you took
But my knife will be taking yours
Try once again
Who I am inside
I DARE YOU!!!
Song of OsettoSong of Osetto by xXsugar0cubeXx
Let the islands join together like they once were!
Back to the times before Ikar won!
Before he tore us from one another!
Praise Osetto for joining us together!
Thank the other Gods for helping us.
Thank the other Goddesses for bringing us fresh water.
Let us enjoy what we have been brought!
Tips on Avoiding Word ConfusionWord confusion. You’re and your. To, two, and too. Their, they’re, and there. Effect and affect. Its and it’s. Then and than. Who’s and whose. Get the point? Good. Now learn the difference between these words.Tips on Avoiding Word Confusion by TheBloodyEpicPumpkin
You’re and your.
You’re is a contraction, meaning that humans, being lazy like we are, decided to make two words into one. You’re and you are mean the same thing. Your is possessive, meaning it shows ownership. Replace you’re with you are, then read the sentence again. If it doesn’t make sense, you’re probably looking for your. (Hey, look, a proper use of you’re.) If you’re owning something like your ego or your grammar, use your. (Look! My tips double as examples.)
To, two, and too.
Two is a number. Are you talking in terms of numbers? Did she have two slices of cake? Did he pick up two hookers? In other words, you can replace two with 2 (only, not really, because you
What is a Mary-Sue?--Character StudyIf you happen to love writing like I do, you tend to hear this term thrown around every once in a while. Mostly about characters created for fanfiction, but it can also apply to literature that stands on its own. Not everyone knows what it means, so I'll do a little clarification.What is a Mary-Sue?--Character Study by geekgirl8
When most people hear the term, they think of a peppy, annoyingly snarky girl with oddly-colored hair and a contrived name who is impossibly hot, possesses an innumerable amount of magical powers, and really can do no wrong and has no weakness. And in some cases, this trope is correct. In reality however, ANY kind of character can be a Mary-Sue. It depends on how the character is portrayed by the author.
Here are some examples. I'm going to use my character Sawyer Stone from one of my stories as a healthy example of a character, and a character I just made up named Anthy Silverbell for the Mary-Sue. She's already off to a bad start due to her having that name of hers, but let's continue.
I'm going to describe
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