After-ThoughtsOne day he just kind of. . .Showed up.He didn't have a name,Or a reason,Or a shape, at the time.It was dark, so all I heard was a maturing voice coming from the shadows.He just sauntered his way into my lifeAnd made me so fucking angry:Yet he was the light in my life.Like I was a boat at seaAnd he was the lighthouse;He led me to shore and saved me from harsh waves.I still encountered rough things-Life can't ever spare you of them.It's a bitch to deal with, am I right?But he was there,Waiting,Always right there in that patch of grass lost in the woods.Always when I needed him.Most of the time, anyway.He was the cause of
OriginsTime.Oblivion.Back to my roots!
HopeMagical night.Silvery moon.Silent hope.
RequiemHe claps.They fall.It ends.
Musical ContactA big sister would watch her younger onefrom the highest clouds from above.When the little sister knew she was watching her,she would write little notes.When she knew the big sister couldn'tread the letters from the clouds,she tried tying them to a mockingbird,so the bird would sing them as he flied.This wouldn't work, so she yelledto the top of her lungsso her sister could hear her.The big sister was too far away.When that wouldn't work, the little grabbed her violinand started playing the beautiful piece.The big sister could heard the musical notesfrom above the sky.Then the little sister knew she danced to her musicwhe
42Alpha - Prologue Time. It’s the most important thing right now. At this moment – when the alarms are blaring and Echo guards are storming down the long corridor. When Connor and I are their targets and we can’t abandon our mission. The flashing red lights make it difficult to concentrate on the keyboard in front of me. “Connor!” I shout over the noise of the alarms, he turns to me at once – nodding as he realizes what I mean, and taking over my position as I peer around the corner watching for guards. Connor’s fingers move swiftly along the controls and I wonder why he is a scout rather than an Alpha technician like Kenton. Monitors go black and their hard drives shut down. I can’t tell how much is Connor’s doing and how much is Jonathan Macalla’s effort at keeping us out. Connor types more quickly, attempting to manually shut down the system and lock it if possible. It won
All That I Had InsideI never thought I'd see this dark place again. Yet here I am, and it's darker and more cold than ever before. The air is thick and it is so hard to breathe. I am walking through a dense fog and I can't see a thing. It smells of suffering and disgust. The poison is seeping into my blood and infecting what is left of my shattered heart.I have always been forgiving, bitter but not vengeful. Always trying to understand the ones who have hurt me. And nobody knows better than you how deeply I have been hurt.My heart, my soul, my protector, I let you have a piece of me that I never expected to give to anyone. You took it and destroyed it. There is an unfamiliar passion growing inside me now. I have no choice but to welcome it, as hesitant as I am to do so.Embracing the truth of the fool I have been, I sit here bewildered. Love and happiness are no longer part of my life, and I can accept that. It's what you want after-
Seventeen (In Phases)1.It was because her parents had named her for the grandmother who had broken her mother’s heart. The grandmother whose heart was supposed to have melted from her birth and hadn’t.That was why her mother barely looked at her. That was why she called her ‘girl’.That was why she liked to pretend she was the quiet woman in the background of an old black and white movie. Because everything here was like an old black and white movie.[And if she really looked back, her mother had never appreciated the elegance of the 1950s enough.]2.It was because she hated surprises. The surprise she got on her sixth birthday wh
Character QuestionsThere are literally hundreds of questions you can ask yourself about your characters, but I picked 5 I think are fairly important for the writing process. Whether these are the top 5 most important is anyone’s opinion, but they rank high on my list. 1. What is your character’s goal? Are they trying to make a name for themselves, or are they trying to remain under the radar? How do they go about accomplishing that, and how are are they willing to go to do so? 2. What is most important to them? Is it friends, family, fame, fortune? Themselves? How obsessive are they where that one thing is concerned, and why is it more important? What happened in their past to get them to that point, and what will they sacrifice to obtain it, or protect it? 3. Where did they come from? What is their background, their connection with their family, and how important is their culture to them? Do they dwell on their past, or is it just that, the past? 4. What do they enjoy
Mind. Body. Spirit. Part 5: World ProblemsJust as we are creating our own realities, as we have discussed, we are all connected mentally and spiritually. Thus, as a whole, we create the enviroment our world is in. As a collective, we create this world.As mentioned in the video, one example to rebuttal against a question such as 'Then how are starving kids in Africa creating that reality?' I would reply that the way that us Western people are living, the amount of greed and hoarding doesn't allow for an even balance for the Eastern folk. Think about it. Let's say the number 10 represents all of the resources in the world. If the First World Countries combined are using 8, then that
Mind. Body. Spirit. Part 6: HarmonizingAs a people, we are not attuned with ourselves. Sometimes, let's say a car crash, we are tossed into a situation where it seemed like we had no ability to have changed it from happening. But, like I mentioned before, this is a result of our dis-harmonic state. If we were more harmonized as a people, and were more connected as a people, we would be able to avoid such situations by knowing and trusting our intuition that is connected between all of us.Once we are more attuned with ourselves we can be more decisive as a whole, allowing us to avoid such negative situations. It allows you to better judge what paths to take. Maybe being in the le
YouThe reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,The flower in Bloom no longer stained,The song that I Sing is no longer sad,The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
Mind. Body. Spirit. Part 3: More on ThoughtsIt's not even mind blowing, we go through this as our day to day lives, since birth this has been a factual thing, we just chose to not see it.Even when it comes to something someone else has made, like these computers, it was up to YOU to take that control and manifest it into your life. No one shoved it in your life. You decided mentally, as a thought, that you would use this tool to achieve things. YOU created this experience for yourself.So, with the idea of our thoughts being synced with other people makes you rethink just how connected as a species we truly are. It's not just the physical realm that connects us to each other, but al
Mind. Body. Spirit. Part 4: EmotionsThoughts are just a little bit of this amazing subject, however. Emotions play a huge role. Emotions are where the real power lies, not thoughts. It's emotions that control us. They lead our actions day to day. They are the driving force, the fuel for what we think and how we act. Your whole life is controlled by your emotions. For example, it's not your thoughts that control whether or not you are gonna sit in a classroom and where, its your emotions. Maybe you like a girl in class so you sit by her, perhaps your buds are in a corner so you go there. Emotions guide us.Like relationships as well. It's EMOTIONS that tether us together.. its
The voice from beyond the gravethy voice is sad and melancholicshe resounds in my heada year already, that you're deada year that I'm aloneI have an strange feelingI believe I see thy face in the mirrori sense a presence near meI'm crazy to hope or naive to believethat I can communicate with thee
Damsel Faraday KinsmanName/Nickname: DamselFull name: Damsel Faraday KinsmanAge: 18Species: DuskullHeight: 5’6’’Weight: 143lbsZodiac/Chinese Sign:Hometown: Vermillion CityDOB: December 29thStatus: SingleMoveset: ice beam, Pain split, Will-O-Whisp and Destiny BondAbility: LevitateCharacteristic: Likes to SleepNature: HastyPersonalityamsel is Mysterious and Secretive,Often speaking in a soft ghostly tone,She seems to be somewhere esle. She is very aggressive but it takes her a bit to show anger. She is a reaper,taking dead souls on Full moons,Odd temperature days and Halloween night. She is very conscience of her missing eye and wears a mask over it shaped like a skull,but if its too hot she will wear an eye-patch or dangle her hair in her eyes. She is a Sadist and a Masochist,but likes to fight. She is really smart and good at battling,when not in the arena she falls short.Often pushing away people and refusing to let them near her,fear for them seein
Her body tattooedher body is a work of arteach part is a messagethe scriptures tattooed on her arms and her legsthe tattoos on her faceeach space of her body tattooed is a roadwhich takes you into her worldwhich makes you discover her pasther life is recounted on her bodybut until now nobody has been able to understandthe meaning of her art
Obstacles"Come on," she said to him, smiling. "It should be a good time."He squirmed away from the hand she had placed on his shoulder. "I'd rather stay home tonight."She sighed in frustration. She had been wheedling him all day to come with her to the theatre. He hadn't been out of the house in several days, and getting him out would do him a world of good. Besides, some of her friends would be there and she wanted to introduce him to them. Maybe this time his reaction to them would not end badly. Maybe this time he would actually enjoy himself. Hopefully, this hadn't been wishful thinking on her part so far.But if he was refusing to take that
Begging To Be FreeIn the glory of God, you will rest in peace, guided by an everlasting light and held in the arms of gentle mist. Your death is surrounded by a cloak of sadness, calling out the demons from my past. I will face them broken and with sorrow, but hide behind a facade of courage.Shadows lure and tempt my heart, leading me to a path of decisions. I cling to the hope that we will one day meet again, to see each other in life, body and spirit. As I follow the darkness that lingers in the ice that is my mind, I weep openly for mercy and forgiveness, begging once again to be free.
Respect this DayThis is some experience I have been gathering in my life, created it into a "motto" which I would like to share with you:Respect this day because it is the life -The life of all life.In its short duration lies all reality and truth of existence,the delight of growth - the greatness of deed -the magnificence of power.For yesterday is nothing than a dream andtomorrow is just a vision.Today - however - well lived - turns each yesterdayto a dream full of happiness and each tomorrow to avision full of hope.- therefore respect this day -
No Destination, No Reason, No Desire to Ask.Heading no where.Walking for no reason.And I have no desire to question any of it.Just walking. No colour, no destination, no reason and no need to ask where or why. No curiosity.I know everything and everyone: somewhere, sometime, for some reason.But right now I know no names, no faces, no objects and no places.I am not lost or confused- if I were I would feel a tight fear constricting my chest. But here there is nothing.No feeling. No reason. No knowing. No thoughts or recollections, but just one thing known in this colourless, reasonless world.Just keep walking.So I walk. And walk. On nothing, towards nothing, into nowher
All fonts for dASafe Web Fonts (For text or literary deviations and Journals only)This is the complete list of fonts you would display in all browsers. (You know, not all are valid)Compiled by AimanStudio to #deviantCSS (deviantART XHTML & CSS Ref). Many thanks!If you're a little bored of our old Verdana, you can change the font in your literary deviations.Before of writing, indicate the font you choose with the tag: <font face="Georgia"> or <font face="Courier New">, etc.Close the application with </font>.Personalize and work in the view of your literary deviations. Here they are:ArialArial BlackArial NarrowBook Antiqu
Watch Your Back! *New Series*Watch Your BackCastBrittany- She is a thirty-year-old woman with brown hair that is very striking and is called brownie a lot on Watch Your Back! Brittany wears a red spaghetti strap shirt with tan skinny jeans. She has a boyfriend named Adrian that is not on the show and two child named aNNA AND JERIMIAH who is not on the show.Mark- He is the 29 year old white male with brown hair and he is very quite he is sarcastic at times but he is never up for a fight unless it is someone he loves. Wears a yellow polo shirt and shorts.Lexi-Lexi is a fifteen year old popular girl that loves to gossip with her friend Christi who is African America
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amsel is Mysterious and Secretive,Often speaking in a soft ghostly tone,She seems to be somewhere esle. She is very aggressive but it takes her a bit to show anger. She is a reaper,taking dead souls on Full moons,Odd temperature days and Halloween night. She is very conscience of her missing eye and wears a mask over it shaped like a skull,but if its too hot she will wear an eye-patch or dangle her hair in her eyes. She is a Sadist and a Masochist,but likes to fight. She is really smart and good at battling,when not in the arena she falls short.Often pushing away people and refusing to let them near her,fear for them seein
