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I'm Alone, With Only YouI'm Alone, With Only You by TheOneFallenAngel
You Know How It Feels...
With The Stars,
That A Shooting Star,
Might Come Your Way...
With An Answer.
What Do I Wish,
I Wish It Were Like This,
For The Rest Of My Life.
I Wish I Were Alone...
With Only You.
I Want You,
My Guardian Angel,
To Always Be With Me,
On The Same Page.
There Would Be No Fighting,
Life Wouldn't Be A Rolercoaster Then,
There'd Just Be The High Road.
And On That High Road,
We Could Just Be Open With Ourselves!
We Would Feel No Pain Or Stress,
Over Something That Needed To Be Heard...
There'd Be No Fear.
You Would Be There For Me,
And I Would Be There For You.
There Would Be Nothing To Hurt Us.
It'd Be Just You And I...
Oh How Wonderful...
Wouldn't You Agree?
In His EyesOnce Upon A Time,In His Eyes by TheOneFallenAngel
There Was A Simple Little Boy,
Who Was Never Respected,
Or Even Loved,
In His Eyes.
He Wasn't Believing He Deserved Any Of It,
He Was Just Wanting To Get Away,
Lost In Their Love.
But No One Gave Any,
In His Eyes.
So He Went To The Pier,
And Stood At The Edge,
Back Facing It.
He Called For Everyone,
Or Anyone To Look,
But They Didn't Do A Thing,
In His Eyes.
So...He Fell Back.
Not Wanting To Face His Failures.
He Fell Quietly And Easily,
Without A Sign Of Struggle.
The Water Could Take It,
But He Showed Misery,
Only Letting It Engulf Him,
Like The Problems And Stress He Had Carried.
On His Way Down,
He Stared Back Up.
At The Hands Reaching Out.
He Started To Tear Up.
In His Eyes,
They Were Going To Hurt Him.
So He Screamed At The Sharks,
Commanding Them To Leave.
And They Did.
He Focused On The Air Bubbles,
Imagining That They Were Only The Words,
He Wanted To Say,
But Never Did.
He Started To Feel The Tears,
Disappear From His Eyes...
His Sweet And
FearThe place that scares me most is within my own mind. While some brilliant and amazing ideas do feel the need to spawn there, some dark thoughts burrow themselves deep within the cavity of my brain. The things that I have done, the guilt, the regret, the pain and lies like to surface when I allow myself to think. So I try my best to drown myself into books and movies and stories, anything to distract me from the horrid things that I have done.Fear by xBrokenRecordx
The Last TimeI saw you the other day.The Last Time by meryvamp
Only two months had passed since we'd broken up, but there you were with your big puppy-dog eyes and your irresistible silky hair. You hadn't changed one bit, except for the girl who hung on your arm. She was the first to notice me staring at you and possessively clutched you closer. In return, you noticed me and gave me that cocky grin I used to love. You strutted over and introduced me as your ex but told me she was your girlfriend.
I couldn't help but glance over her and notice how opposite she was from me. Her blonde hair and blue eyes with her pale skin were as different as night and day from my black hair and brown eyes with sun-kissed skin. Was I so wrong for you that you had to choose someone so completely different from me? Was that the message you were trying to convey? If so, it worked because I couldn't utter a response to you. You'd won. I still wasn't over you, but you'd already moved on, you'd already forgotten all about me.
Could you see the hur
MusicMusic by lintu47
Music is candy for the ears
And medicine for the soul;
Is the sound your heart makes
Every time it hears "I love you".
VoidThere's a word for what I'm feelingVoid by unusedEmotion
I could be poetic
I could be romantic
I could be dramatic
But I won't
Because this sort of feeling doesn't deserve fancy words
It deserves hard, merciless thoughts
Feelings, opinions, emotions that would make you scream
I look around and I see blurs and blurs
Colors swirling about
I hear noises that eventually dim to a low background hum
Everything is unfocused
The exit sign
I stare at it
I feel nothing
I just look at it
While everything around me breathes with life
Bolder and bolder it taunts me
Escape it says, escape
But I can't bring myself to move my feet
I can't bring myself to run away
I'm not ready to face the world
I'm not strong enough to leave it
There's a word for what I'm feeling
Scattered petalsscatter the boards full of ruby and lime petalsScattered petals by Starija
my friend is all I have
it is full of lime and ruby petals but also
she gives me the time of my life
tends to float over as if escaping the mess surrounding
she makes me smile at random times
if you need help with your hair to make your hair
she is honorable and tantalizing
shiny but floaty as if banging on a large drum
my friend is honey and touching
blue mesh with pink to swim over like jelly-jello
she bounces my way her way
unforgettable skies unforgettable nights watery skyline
she's a fun person with care
Peace RiverA rough-hewn canoe slips through the tannin headwatersPeace River by Blacksand459
Past groves of tamarack and birch; jumbles of mossy boulders
Also sit along the banks, their angular planes chiseled...
Formed perhaps as God pondered the drift of blue stars across
A black void.
The void drew His eye as the whirlpool draws the soul across the river
To dare its jealousy, following the errant maple leaves
Spinning down, gently in the current:
Sighing as it revolves:
The leaf is watching the sky turn
Field to sky to birch to sky to rock to dark folds enclosing
As the velvet current closes the curtain for good.
In bloom.Currents of electricity;In bloom. by OfOneSoul
they rise and they fall.
From black to blue;
from blue to red.
Burn and feel the surge.
A warm sensation that starts in the chest
and ends at the fingertips.
Something courses through.
It fills veins.
It rushes blood.
Currents of electricity
rising and falling.
From black to blue;
from blue to red.
It pierces the skin;
it takes narrow breaths...
- And it finds release.
A Week That WasA Week That Was by Jade-Pandora
I'm loath to comb the
from my long dark hair
watching birds scatter
the shadows of
hot air balloons
connect constellations of
freckles on his shoulders
writing this haiku
the fridge faintly humming
early morning walk
and church dogs
cracks the curve of an egg
with the curve of my hand
at the zoo
we sneak a grope
by the python cage
at the zoo
the alpha baboon curls his
lip up at me
at the petting zoo
the goats shit pellets
new rain arriving—
a moment of night's passion paused
while we listen
waking from dreams
of chasing cats up a tree—
am I the dog?
at the park, down goes the tree
from my dreams!
for the homemade jelly
we just ran out of
pomegranate halves, red
The Moon Reminds Me of YouThe rain reminds me ofThe Moon Reminds Me of You by Moonlit-Muse
Candlelight and tender caresses
The thunder reminds me of
Tight hugs and warm hands
The hill reminds me of
Laughter and romance
The sunset reminds me of
Apple orchards and park benches
The wind reminds me of
Brisk strolls and fragrant foliage
The porch swing reminds me of
Dancing flames and sticky fingers
The ice reminds me of
Broken hearts and endless tears
The flurries remind me of
Cold noses and snowman kisses
Cop Babes in the WoodsThis is an age regression story told as a cross between the show "Cops" and the 1932 disney short "Babes in the Woods (mainly the version from the show Belle: sing me a story. I wrote it because I don't know if you ever saw the show as a kid, but it featured a live action Belle reading children poorly dubbed versions of Disney shorts with totally different song. Anyway, the one for 'Babes in the woods' was "Working together." I felt that the short had so little do with it and I decided to rework it as a cop story with the message better enforced. Do commentCop Babes in the Woods by Hedging
Once upon a time, a story was told
about officers, kidnappings and witches of old.
They haunted the stations and houses and dells
and this is the legend the police records tell:
Oh, don't you remember thirty-three years ago?
When that police lady and young boy whose names I don’t know
(actually I do, but it had to rhyme somehow!)
They wandered away on a cold winters day
and were lost in a wood,
I've heard peop
Barbie doll presentA commision/birthday present for Cinderella 123456Barbie doll present by Hedging
“Okay girls, you got everything ready?” Kendra Morris asked her twin daughters Jessica and Caroline.
“We sure do mommy!” Jessica said happily. “Tooth brush, clothes, barbie dolls everything.”
“What time are we going to go to daddy’s house tomorrow?” Caroline asked.
“We’re hitting the road around 9 AM.” Kendra replied. “Remember to call me every day while you’re gone.”
Kendra was getting ready to drop her twin daughters off at her ex husband Chesters house for Thanksgiving. It was agreed when determining custody of the children that he would get them every other holiday. Kendra however was panning to get remarried soon to a man named Peter. She admired him dearly and felt he would be a much better husband and father than Chester was.
LAter that night, there was a knock on the door.
Kendra answered it. It was Peter.
“There’s my fav
Lexington's Witch Hazel BeastAMERICA, LATE 18TH CENTURYLexington's Witch Hazel Beast by Koahara
Between the white oaks and red elms, white-washed wooden planks and smoking chimneys could be seen beyond the weakest of thickets. The houses were the last of the dying colonial days, the last of rebellion and of monarchial reign. The smell of burning timber, cast out by the chimneys, grew stale and pungent, lingering like an unwanted house guest in the evening air. A shot rang out from some former Continental, likely sporting his dingy, tattered uniform for old time’s sake and living his fighting days vicariously through target practice. He was entitled to that, after all— his name would be forgotten among the thousands and buried under mounds of dirt. If he was lucky, it– or he — might be remembered or scrounged up in the curious and tumultuous years that followed after. Other voices carried by the wind were interrupted as they clashed with the trees, who rejected them with what little crimson and yellow leaves they had clinging to t
Live Like a Vagabondwhen i was young i wanted to be a wanderer or to be a traveler as i called it back then or to be a journeyer it was all fun and games way back whenLive Like a Vagabond by Starija
and my mother would jump at the chance to change my mind no matter what other crazy career path there was
like a garbageman was even better than being a vagabond - a traveler i mean
she knew i was obstinate and did not change my mind easily so a vagabond was what i was gonna be until i find something i love even better
it is hard for me to love as you know - harder than getting me to change my mind - harder than it is to live life - harder than it is to suffer through the path of a wannabe vagabond or traveler
i - i - just - there is just nothing better than going around the world to see the most lovely sights the most lovely beauties meeting the loveliest of people in different forms and walks of life
it just - it takes my breath away and i love to live life as much as i hate to live it without being able to live the life of a vagabond
Adobe Slabs: Segment 8Adobe Slabs: Segment 8 by MPhlox
The other day, Billy had asked M if he could borrow his computer since his own phone's capabilities were rather limited. M didn't see why not and didn't even venture to ask why. But he'd been on the computer more and more frequently. M couldn't help but be a bit curious about Billy's seemingly sudden obsession with email.
Halfway through another passionate argument between M and Mags (Mags was winning), Billy exclaimed, "Really??"
"Sorry, I'll tell her to keep it down," M said to Billy. He turned to Mags and whispered, "look, you have to know when you're wrong; the Pink Soldier is way better than the Red Soldier."
"No, it's not you. I'm just--I'm, uh." Billy looked at the two of them playing with Soldier plushies and then back at the computer screen, "I've been, like, looking at other apartments in the area-ish, y'know, and it's hella frustrating."
Ah, so that's what he'd been up to.
So it became a thing that whenever Bil
ToA: Novice (III)As the Tartarus departed from Daath Bay, Natalia found it hard to believe that someone like Leeanna had never traveled before. She acted and talked like she knew it all, proving her worth even before the anchors were raised and the sun had risen from its slumber.ToA: Novice (III) by Sunflowers-And-Fur
As Jade put it, she was an educated citizen. Leeanna knew about fonons and elements and recent events from both Malkuth and Kimlasca. She could read and write in ancient Ispanian. To put it simply, she knew more about the world than Luke did, when he first started this journey, yet still fell short when it came to Jade's intelligence. Luke, obviously, fussed over this statement, only proving Jade's point. He soon shot the Colonel a dirty glare when he realized that he had been tricked.
Everyone laughed in good spirits as the Tartarus steered away from land.
Afterwards, Leeanna tried to calm the tension she felt still hanging in the air, explaining how she once had a passion for reading "It was like traveling to me," she explai
ToA: Novice (II)At the time, he thought nothing of it. After Luke had disappeared from Baticul, Van took Asch to Belken. The boy was in the foulest of moods, more so than usual, but this tag along was voluntary. Asch decided to come on his own free will, even though he thought of Van's research with complete disinterest. He had no mission to fulfill, no task to take, so poking around in Van's affairs saved Asch from boredom.ToA: Novice (II) by Sunflowers-And-Fur
But even that plan didn't last long.
On the way, Van talked nonstop about a specific test subject that was long in the making "She's amazing," he kept saying "and she learns so quickly. My team can hardly keep up!"
Asch the Bloody, one of the most feared six God-Generals, the toughest of the tough, refused to give a damn about some replica girl from the Dawn Age. The year was ND2018. It was time to move on. He set his scowl deep, lazily scanning the town as he walked towards the research lab, Van at his side "What makes her so important, Van? Why are you going through all th
ToA: Novice"Take good care of her, Replica."ToA: Novice by Sunflowers-And-Fur
"I will, Asch."
Here he was, Asch the Bloody, standing outside the Cathedral with his replica, choosing to be a traitor to Van. He glared at his copy with look of hard, venomous disgust. Asch's pride ran deep, and he felt humiliated at his lack of options. He couldn't believe he was turning to Luke of all people for help.
Yet here they both were. Luke had come like he said he would. Unlike his own, Asch's replica was willing to help him. Because of this, Asch swallowed his remarks. He stored away the turbulence that bubbled within him to a dark corner in his mind. He would deal with himself later. The girl he held in his arms right now was indeed worth more to him than any of the other God-Generals; more than Van's twisted plans for Auldrant. The girl he watched grow up - the girl he taught how to use a sword - was his only companion. She would not be harmed. He swore to this.
Now, Asch would keep an even closer watch on the Replica's group. Van couldn
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
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
Walt in Wonderland: Chapter OneCHOOOOOOOOOOO—CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!Walt in Wonderland: Chapter One by WishExpedition23
The whistling of the steam train awakened the young four-year-old, Walt Disney from his sleep. It was the sound of the beginning of Walt’s life. Walt Disney is the fourth son of Elias Charles Disney and Flora Call Disney with his three older brothers, Herbert, Raymond, and Roy, and his two-year-old younger sister, Ruth.
The Disney family is on their way from Chicago, Illinois to Marceline, Missouri to start anew, away from the crime spree Elias was afraid would effect his children. However, they didn’t go on the train together. Flora hopped onto the train with Walt, Roy and Ruth, while Elias drove in a boxcar with Herb, Ray and all the family belongings. Walt’s eyes twinkled at the sight of the countryside quickly passing by with his head pressed onto the train cabin window.
The skies were blue like sapphires and clear as nicely cut diamonds. The clouds were purely white, full of fluff like sheep’s wool, t
Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Eight“Terry, what’s that big dark cloud over there?” Lily asked in a frightened tone.Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Eight by WishExpedition23
“Trouble.” said Terrance, “We’ve got to go back to the castle now!”
“But what about the pixie fairies?”
“They’ll be fine. We’ll come back for them later. Right now, I need to get you to safety.”
“Is that what you do for the princess, too?”
“THE PRINCESS!” Terrance shouted, having forgotten about his beloved one still somewhere in the Disney Worlds.
Terrance ran as fast as he could with Lily on his back. Sweat was running down his face and body he almost gained a side cramp. Within moments, Terrance and Lily returned to the Disney Worlds castle. The trees blew mildly at the time, but soon it will blow harder the closer the dark cloud of ashes come. Up the main stairs they went up to the front door where a magic broomstick servant creaked it opened to see what was coming. Seeing that it was Terrance an
Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty SevenThe signals of Olin’s threatening entrance into the Disney Worlds continues to spread throughout the world like there is no stopping to it. It’s reached up to San Frantokyo, to Arendelle, to China, to New Orleans, to the Pride Lands, to all the lands Disney has made and the many of those who’s seen the signals are mortified to the extreme! No doubt there was any panic rushing up the nerves throughout the Disney bodies of everyone who lived there. For all they knew, Olin could be anywhere and that’s what made things even more frightful. It was almost enough to make them forget about the coronation for Princess Rachel the next day. The ashes from those signals proceeded through the skies nearly covering up the sun. They were on their way towards the Disney World Castle where many consider that place the headquarters of their world.Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Seven by WishExpedition23
From the inside, Walt Disney could see the ashes devouring the atmosphere of his kingdom. He is a king who will later fight in battle
Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty SixAbout an hour went by since Terrance left the castle on Mavis. He checked everywhere he could go and asked anyone if they’ve seen Retlaw (Walt Disney). All the answers the boy got resulted that no one knew where he is and that he was nowhere to be found. Terrance was feeling very jittery about the news that Olin may be coming. But then he came to think that should he really believe what a golden crown is saying even though it was telling the truth? Should he really listen to it? Heck yeah he should; Olin is coming! And even if Terrance was going to ignore the crown or sun spirit or whatever it was, he wasn’t going to take the chance of not warning Walt or someone closer to him of this suspense.Walt's Princess: Chapter Thirty Six by WishExpedition23
The next place he looked was in a native land; a home of the Native American tribe, the people of Powhatan. Trees of sycamores and willows stood tall and proud as Terrance rides by. Little animals were scurrying ‘round about in the grass and the bushes and undernea
How DA Stole Christmas: ContestIt's the most cheerful time of year! Because...How DA Stole Christmas: Contest by OfOneSoul
- Christmas will soon be here!
Don't Bah, Humbug me, you guyz. :iconimhorrifiedplz:
In the words of the most loveable Christmas-hater ever...
"Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Christmas... perhaps...
means a little bit more."
- How the Grinch Stole Christmas
It's 46 DAYS till Christmas.
I wanted to start this contest as soon as possible to give everyone PLENTY of time
to compete and think about their entries. I ALWAYS go all out for
Halloween... and never for Christmas. Which is another fabulous holiday.
That's why this year I decided to host...
How DA Stole Christmas
This contest is all about the best part of this beautiful holiday:
Prompt Partners: Contest Closed CONTEST IS CLOSED! I'll try to have everything judged and announced tomorrow. THANKS LOTS, LOVES!Prompt Partners: Contest Closed by OfOneSoul
Hey there, loves!
Why yes... yes, I am a woman.
I just wanted to make a VERY quick journal to remind you of my forum contest:
Click the very clickable link above. DO EET, OR I SPIT AT YOU. :iconstinkeyeplz:
Yeah, so. I've never been able to spit.
- the deadline is November 8th, 2015.
There is 1,500 at stake.
And you have to mention myself and the prompter to enter.
Trick or Treat: Points Giveaway HERE TO ANNOUNCE THE WINNER OF THE 400 !Trick or Treat: Points Giveaway by OfOneSoul
After recieving a WONDERFUL turn out for Halloween, I've finally chosen which costume
will receive the 400 promised. But first - I want to thank all of you for
stopping by my door this Hallow's Eve. You all gave me quite the fright!
:iconscaredplz: :iconscaredplz: :iconscaredplz:
Perhaps I'll see you all again next year, no?
As for the winner, I award...
for her costume, The Pumpkin Queen:
Go and show her some love, everybody! And I hope you all had a very...
- HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
:iconsupertighthugplz: :iconsupertighthugplz: :iconsupertighthugplz:
Someone is ringing my doorbell...
I rush to the door, excited to see all the zombies and ghouls that are visiting. To my surprise, it's just a bunch of zit-faced teenagers
Death Pays a Visit Lit. Contest DEADLINE UPDATE: Contest is officially CLOSED and is undergoing voting. Be patient and I'll be sure to announce the winners in my personal journal!Death Pays a Visit Lit. Contest by OfOneSoul
I'm helping Universal-Stardust over at The-Creative-Writer host a lit. contest just in time for the scary holidays. Figured... Hell, might as well let my watchers get in on the action. Right? Right.
Hey there, loves!
OfOneSoul here. And I want to talk about the...
"Death Pays a Visit" Contest
The lovely Universal-Stardust asked if I would host and announce the new contest over here at The-Creative-Writer. It is certainly my pleasure and I can't wait to see what wonderful works the members of this group manages to create!
Now, let's talk about the contest's...
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
Conversations "Do you think I'll ever get good enough," I whisper in the dark.Conversations by LoveLitLanterns
"I don't know. It depends.. How hard are you willing to try, how far are you wiling to go ? To what heights will you climb?"
"...there's just so much to explore.. I don't know if I can ever even find it all."
"It's not finding it all, seeing it all, or knowing it all that counts. It's the thrill of finding it.
It's the hidden feeling you hear in a word. The secret crevice so unexplored by society. Be the one to search it out. Find it's hidden meanings. It's waiting for you, to make it your own. So step up, claim it. It's your right. It's anybody's right willing to try hard enough. Be different; be yourself."
Taking the first step of my journey, I toggled out. Sure I was a little unconfident, but I was going. That's what counts.
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.
Sky Sailing Take a dip in the atmosphere.Sky Sailing by LoveLitLanterns
There's a million places we could be, but we're here.
Waltz with the stars.
Don't let reality be your prison bars.
Maybe your up that high.
Maybe the clouds are that low.
These are some things we will never know.
Heart to AvengeRemember when you said you'd always be thereHeart to Avenge by RenegadeRena
It was nothing more than an empty promise
I never dreamed of being forgotten
Thinking it was all for nothin'
Some nights I miss the warmth of your arms
How it made me feel safe from harm
Now you're a blacked-out face from the past
Didn't think that time would be the last
If that's how it's gonna be then
I don't care what you have to say
Don't wanna keep drawing a blank. no
We can't work it out
So shut your damned mouth
I got a silver bullet
And i'm taking aim
Better think twice
Before putting love to shame
I had a heart of gold yours was made of stone
You shouldn't trust an angel with a stolen halo
All that's left are these frayed heartstrings
So easy to lose everything
I'm coming back, coming back with revenge
'Cause I've got a heart, a heart to avenge
A heart to avenge yeah
Better to call it off
Better to play it tough
'Cause I'd rather be alone than listen to your lies
I don't care what you have to say
You're no longer welcome to st
Tangled is Better than Frozen ParodyParody of When will my Life BeginTangled is Better than Frozen Parody by RenegadeRena
Let's compare these two movies by Disney
Two heroines, a princess and an ice queen
Both have heart and a fair amount of whimsy
But I still find Tangled the film that reigns supreme
A coming of age and a runaway
The former is better, I daresay
Rapunzel makes a prettier cosplay
That's why Tangled is better than Frozen
Rapunzel and Elsa have powers they hide
Tangled came first so Frozen sort of ripped it off
All throughout our leads have someone on their side
Flynn is a better love interest than Kristoff
I prefer Tangled for its beloved plot
Sorry Frozen but the fight is fought
Tangled told a story that you did not
It's clear which I have chosen
So I'll keep thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking
Tangled is better than Frozen
Both feature films have an appeal
They both push for the viewer to feel
But there is one thing that sets them apart
FeralHe told of how he'd found her whenFeral by Jade-Pandora
a comet streaked by overhead.
While later, people asked where she had gone.
Listing distantly, replied,
with heaven drifting from his eyes:
She's with me now, a patch of blue,
trusting where she takes me to
from a world not meant for us.
I'm by her side, and on the run.
We stop and rest when evening comes
to love her 'neath the stars
when day is done; my feral one.
And when the comet comes, she'll leave
that day, and here I'll lay
where I'll love her 'neath the stars
when day is done; my feral one.
Priorities in a StoryI have noticed certain priorities that beginners have when they tell stories, vs. priorities that professional authors seem to have when they tell theirs.Priorities in a Story by MakingFunOfStuff
It's interesting that beginners tend to focus on certain things that more experienced authors seem to grow out of, and it makes me wonder why.
I've decided to make a list about some of these things. Not for the sake of putting them down, so much as because it is interesting to me, and probably worth considering.
I think we need to think about WHY we write certain things, and our attitude behind it. This is what makes certain topics either immature or mature.
However the line is often blurred.
"Mature" means anything sexual, violent or crass (or even just extremely emotional). There is no attention to how these things are handled, leaving us with a great amount of "mature" content that is the exact opposite of mature. Likewise, some very clever and ingenious books are marketed for "children," because they have none of these things, wh
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
Fantasy/Supernatural Writing Contestthere is one person's entries! need one more entry from someone else to unlock the first set of prizes.
Genre contest: Fantasy and/or Supernatural
Deadline: December 20th (no extensions after 31st - if you need 'til then, comment)
Entries found in: http://fiction-writers.deviantart.com/gallery/39689821/Genre-Folder-Contest (Submit entries to this folder)
Entries judged on creativity or originality, content, written skill, and characters.
If there are at least two entries from different members: first place receives 50 points, a journal feature on my personal journal + group's, second receives group journal feature (both features are in the winners announcement journal, featuring two other deviations i like of the winners')
Three entries from different members: first place receives 250 (or equivalent of that much in commission from an artist), a 3 month page and journal feature & second place receives 100 , 1 month journ
100 USD - Draw my OC Contest [OPEN] added countdown to deadline! <3
two new very sexy prize donators added to the list ;D <3
And welcome to our OC Contest!!
Choukun aka Purichie and I, Mirocho aka SutoopU are very thrilled to welcome you to this exciting little challenge!
In the following lines, we will provide to you information on how to enter, what characters, pairings and groups you can draw, prizes and (of course) which rules you have to stick to!
HOW TO ENTER
First of all: please share this journal through a method of your liking, so others see it as well and get the chance to participate!Please link Choukun and me ( Mirocho ) in the description of your submission / link the submission in a comment below this journal, so we can keep track of the participants!!
You can enter with as many entries as you like!Don't be a dickhead! (you know what I mean.)Friends won't have any hi
For the Love of LitUPDATE: I forgot to add a few lit contests worth mentioning. Look under the blue heart for details.
Just a quick guide for all you lit lovers out there on current goings-on within the lit community.
Firstly, I have stepped down as Co-Founder of Apocalypse-writing . I simply no longer have the time to give the group the attention and focus it deserves. The wonderful AmethystVixen has been kind enough to take over. I hope you all show her the immense love and support that you showed me during my time there.
And now on to some features and such.
The Geek's Guide to Lit GroupsThe Geek's Guide to Lit Groups Links:
Groups with names beginning with A - H
Groups with names beginning with I - S
Groups with names beginning with S - Z
The Geek's Guide to Inactive Groups
OMG it's DONE
What's done?! IT'S DONE. I have spent days and days and days collecting a list of all the lit groups I could find (1901 groups to be exact!), then I went through each one and moved all the groups that had no discernible activity in the past 12 months to the Inactive Groups list (see links above). Then with
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