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when i grow upDisclaimer: This piece is by my lovely fiance. He doesn't have a dA, so I post his pieces for him.when i grow up by Bearbuns
When I grow up,
I want to be a chef.
I want to chop and cook and create
a life together so grand
that her mouth will water at the thought.
When I grow up,
I want to be a therapist.
I want to help her heal
in ways she was never taught.
I want her to believe her true worth.
When I grow up,
I want to be a doctor.
I want to study her body
and become its caretaker.
I want to observe her curves
and the glow of her skin
like no one else is allowed to do.
When I grow up,
I want to be a rock star.
I want to make her heart flutter
when she hears my voice
and dedicate hand picked words
When I grow up,
I want to be an athlete.
I want to have the strength
to climb hills and mountains
I want to conquer the earth with her.
When I grow up,
I want to be an astronaut.
I want to explore the galaxy
that’s bursting in her eyes.
When I grow up,
I want to be the person
AttacksShort fast breathsAttacks by soona15
One long breath
Oxygen's never been
So hard to get to
Fear controls my body
My body could collapse
Shorter faster breaths
Taken to survive
To get one out of death
All curled up in that corner
The corner is where it began
The corner is as dark as sin
Eyes wide open
Come rescue me
Hear me scream
Come to my corner
Come before it does
Screaming in silence
It shows up with a smile
A sinister one
That corner is pure hate
The corner gathered all darkness
Still, it's not yet my time
My body forces me to breathe
I do under the sinister teeth
It's done so it slowly leaves
Breaths return to normal pace
I'd leave the corner if that's the case
Just A Teenage TearIt's just a teenage tear, it will dryJust A Teenage Tear by Rifle1980
Sorry, but I think I'm going down
No apologies are necessary
I can tell you don't want me around
It's just another day it will pass
The sun will not wait for me to change
I will be easily replaced in your heart
Now doesn't that seem ever so strange
It's just a lonely world I live in
Not even close to the one where I was raised
At what point did I become so lost?
And how long do I wait to be saved?
It's just a teenage heart that has broke
But this time I am afraid it is mine
It now only exists in pieces
Too many to piece back together this time
LightTraps and WordCraftsHunting the momentLightTraps and WordCrafts by DraganTheMighty
this light is my trap,
I'm alone, but I'm feeling,
words shall build my craft
I'll succeed, I'll escape
from this pain, this dark
Help me God! Time is frozen!
No forward! No back!
There, up on the mountain
to meet the rising sun,
Wings of words take me higher!
Now!!! The moon holds my plan!
Empty papers screaming,
my light does not work,
I'm not here! I'm dreaming!
I wake up, 'grab my sword!
My LightTrap is ready,
I was reborn by the storm,
My WordCraft is awaiting,
I am lost...I am home.
Hunting the moment
this light is my trap,
I'm alone, but I'm feeling,
words shall build my craft
2015 In Review I don’t know one person that would say the 2015 was their best year of their life. In fact more than one person have mention how hard the year was for them or someone they know. Often most openly declared 2015 the worse year of their life and I have to place myself among that group. I have to say 2015 had the most challenges and set back I have ever experience in my life so far. The trials and troubles I have experience this year just staggers me. When thinking of 2015 and all that happened I am dumb founded that I came out of it at all. There were moments that I didn’t think I would make it.2015 In Review by ExcaliburBlade
If I learned anything in 2015 it's that life isn’t fair but it doesn’t mean you can give up on it when it gets hard. Life is a challenge that everyone has to face in one form or another and we have to come to terms with that. 2015 made me realize that I need to be more resilient to what life throws at me and I was not
Notes from the Devils In Your Lungs My body is a trail of blood marks, cigarette burns and ravenous ferocity down your throat because you once kissed, courted, and tantalised death for the sake of painting cyclones and hurricanes on the blank slate heart you thought I had. I'm a poison ivy growing, tangling, twining around your star crossed future I was erotically, maniacally, co-dependently in love with. I spit serpent tongue and baby spiders onto your hipbones just so you could turn into a haphazard maelstrom and toxic wasteland and see that I'm merely a pigtailed child tethered to a bedpost and you are the mural showcasing my feral tantrum.Notes from the Devils In Your Lungs by Milk-and-Pie
I'm sorry I swallowed champagne hearing you shrieked, crumbled, and gritted your teeth as your millisecond conscious tricked you into thinking your harrowed stutter can ever be laced to a parachute and you can thread between the seams of reality and evaporate in the last breath o
Silence I’m lying bed, trying to sleep. I would normally be knocked out by now but it’s hot; my t-shirt sticks to my chest from the constant sweating. It doesn’t help that I’m shielding myself from the world by covering myself in a wool blanket as a way to block out meaningless noise constantly seeping into my room from our partying neighbors. It's routine for them to have guests over, I couldn't tell you if it's the same people routinely coming over but they're just as obnoxious nevertheless. It's a bit past midnight and I need to be up early to attend class.Silence by DylanSeto
Alas, as I'm on the verge of dozing off, I'm interrupted by a women's scream, "I don't want to hear any talk about death or suicide in this house; you got that? It’s not a nice topic."
It's my mom; with no context, I'm left to deduce everything on my own. I'm to only piece together that she was talking to my sister, who I'd imagine was in bed as w
Red Skies: Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past pt1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Red Skies: Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past pt1 by MrZxs
Chapter 1: Shadows Of the Past pt 1
Cal & Trent
“Now” shouted Cal as he kicked open a wooden door with a Scimitar in one hand and a bronze revolver in the other.
The sight of brick buildings plated with metals many stories tall shrouded by clouds of smog that created a brown hue over the city greeted him. He ran out the door onto a balcony that overlooked a giant bridge made of bricks and steel that stretched between building for many blocks. On the bridge ran a squad of eight men all clad in dark red with a steel plate pressed to their chests. At first sight Cal took the single story jump onto the bridge shortly followed by his close friend Trent.
As the two jumped onto the bridge the squad of soldiers stopped and turned back to face them. When they did an echoing roar filling the sky as a fireball erupted on another brick bridge in the distance. The now destro
The Tempest's Tale - PrologueThe spring breeze brought with her tales from the east. She whispered sweet nothings to the trees of the forest, who greedily took in her words, and offered her warm welcomes with their own. A swift lady she was. The trees lifted their weathered branches and curled their leaves hoping to hold onto her, hoping to make her stay for just a moment longer. Yet once she had both told and heard, she sifted past them, despite their efforts, leaving no trace of her existence but the tales the trees would tell every soul willing to hear.The Tempest's Tale - Prologue by EphemeralPlumeria
She woke to the spring breeze stooping to look at her, though she did not see. She woke to excited exclamations uttered by the trees, hushed by animals murmuring they were being rude,
The Price of Protection Arc was a long way from home, of that he was certain. He’d often been curious about the idea of exploring the “New World,” but he never thought he’d be doing so under such weighted circumstances.The Price of Protection by MidnightDaybreak
He was wandering through the northern part of the eleven-year-old region – “state,” as the people of the New World called it – known as Georgia. Dense forest surrounded him, providing his photosensitive skin with necessary cover from the morning’s aurum light. It was beautiful and verdant, but deeply ominous.
It had been less than a year since Arc began his new life as a vampire, if one could call it a life. He had mostly adjusted to the changes, such as his heightened strength, acute senses, aversion to the sun, and most of all, his thirst for blood. The relief he’d felt upon learning he could sustain himself on animal blood was immeasurable.
One thing he was
The Magic Stone - 1The warm afternoon sun wove between the trees and danced playfully across the surface of the water. A gentle breeze played with Avi's long dark hair as she sat by the edge of the shallow brook, filling water skins. It was tedious work.The Magic Stone - 1 by ZachValkyrie
Avi sighed as the skin she was holding under the surface of the brook slowly filled with water. It wasn't fair! All the other girls were back at the campsite helping the women preserve meat for the journey, or mending clothes, or looking after the infants. Why couldn't she have been given something to do back in camp? There was more than plenty to be done before the tribe started north tomorrow.
Avi pulled the water skin out of the brook, sealed its top, and laid it on the pile beside her. She had a good idea why she had been put to this particular task. This past winter had been her sixteenth; she was a grown woman now as far as the tribe was concerned. What set her apart from other girls of her age was that she was still unmarried.
It wasn't her fault
Young Protector (Dipper Pines x Deaf!Reader)Young Protector (Dipper Pines x Deaf!Reader) by EntirelyBonkers
Title: Young Protector
Pairing: Dipper Pines x Reader
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Word Count: 2,491
(This is a Commission for Torivic)
Following Dipper, you looked around at the trees that surrounded you. You had bugged him long enough for him to take you out on one of his monster hunts. He never wanted to take you since you were unable to hear, but you wore him down in the end. He just made you promise that you would stay close to his side and not wander off. He led the way, walking in front of you. He didn't like not being able to see him, but he needed to be in front in case something came running at you. He wanted to hold your hand to keep you close, but he decided that was too embarrassing.
You looked down at the notepad that was in your arms. You pulled the pencil behind your ear out and began to write something down on the paper. Once you had finished writing the note, you tapped Dipper's shoulder.
Autumn's Red ShadowCh.23 A Brief CrossingAutumn's Red Shadow by MAB92
Shadow fell asleep listening to Autumn’s heartbeat; she began to dream sweet dream, this particular one was about her parents.
Lance: “Come with me darling.”
Rose: “But what about the kids-”
Lance: “(Kisses lips) They’ll be fine. We won’t be gone long. (Leads Rose out of den)”
Shadow: “(Opens one eye) Hmm, I wonder where they’re going?”
Autumn ran his fingers through her hair, slowly falling asleep himself; he hoped that his body temperature and the fire would keep everyone warm throughout the night. As he fell asleep, Autumn began to dream about his childhood again, thankfully pleasant ones this times.
Lance: “(Kisses forehead) If you
If you could return
Don't let it burn
Don't let it fade
I'm sure I'm not being rude
But it's just your attitude
It's tearing me apart
It's ruining everything
I swore I would be true
When it is too good to be trueOh, how beautiful our tragedy would have been,When it is too good to be true by Diamonds-Dont-Shine
if it could be just like all the movies we have seen
But bullets; they don’t talk- they just fly
and I guess I just dreamed that you were mine
I might be toxicGasping for air is easy,I might be toxic by Diamonds-Dont-Shine
at least you know what you're grasping for.
Feeling chocked with fear is wonderful,
as you know you were alive right before.
Drowning in emotions is inspirational,
as they open new doors to creativity.
Shattering your mirror out of anger is refreshing,
as it will reveal the thoughts you did not yet see.
So excuse me while I suck more breath out of your mouth,
and fuel my lungs to walk straight for a little longer.
And ignore my hands wrapped around your throat,
pushing the life out of you, to make me stronger.
You might w
Superfreaks -CHAP.05-Superfreaks -CHAP.05- by hamsterpranks
Before Presley arrived to meet them, Sidney hastily explained the situation to Cody and Tessa. Her brother and sister weren't really impressed but, as Sidney had already pointed out, what else could she have done? Presley could have exposed everything. She really hadn't had any other choice.
"Do you really think we can trust her to keep our secret?" Tessa asked.
"We're going to have to," Sidney replied. "Besides, why would she tell anyone? What would be in it for her?"
"Well, she certainly seemed to have it in for you before," Tessa pointed out. "She spent enough time chasing you around like some weird stalker."
"Yeah, I'm still not sure about that one myself," Sidney agreed. "But she's in it as well as us now. If she ratted us out to someone, then we could just as easily tell on her too. So I think we're safe."
Of course, they'd had to put a pin in the conversation as soon as Presley joined them, who still reckoned she knew the perfect place w
Superfreaks -CHAP.04-Superfreaks -CHAP.04- by hamsterpranks
"Just leave me alone already. I have no idea what you're talking about!"
Once again, Sidney found herself being pursued by her exuberant class president. Whereas before, it had just been a nuisance - now it was a concern. Sidney had told Cody and Tessa everything at the first chance she'd got, even bypassing her rule of never using her power at school, by utilising it to drop them identical notes whilst they were in class without being seen. They'd chastised her for downplaying how serious the incident had been, but of course, Presley was now the bigger problem.
Cody had agreed that he'd never heard anything of the sort before - powers passing between two completely unrelated people and just via physical contact. But he'd also said that the idea could be feasible. Nobody really even knew that much about bio-powers, since it had become such a taboo subject. It was now all treated more like a bad myth - one that was never to be spoken of. The stories of 'superheroes'
TaylTayl slid to a stop outside the massive compound, panting slightly from the effort of running with a leg brace. The ten-year-old true hybrid ducked under the wreckage of a car up against the chain-link fence; he'd arranged for that a few days earlier, and it looked as though the groundskeeper hadn't yet managed to patch up the hole. He poked a head cautiously out from behind the wreckage, and then withdrew it quickly as a searchlight swept by. They were monitoring the gap, that was for sure, but it was a cloudy night, and the searchlight could only cover so much. That wasn’t to say the place was particularly vulnerable... most data banks were just inconspicuous buildings with an extra lock on the front doors. Wherever he’d been sent, if there were searchlights looking for him, he knew that what he was after wasn’t low-level intel. Tayl crossed his right leg awkwardly over the brace on his left, hidden by baggy black cargo pants, and pulled the overlarge hood ofTayl by OnLinedPaper
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Dystopian FutureBeginningDystopian Future by TheMeTheyDontSee
They say that the wall was built to keep Mexicans out of the United States. I wonder if that’s true because most of us would do anything to get to Mexico, legal or not. I know that I would and will, or die trying. I’m the oldest of 8 children and my family needs me. My mom is too sick to work and her medication cost more than our house. My mom won’t talk about it, but my dad used to do some shady things to put food on the table. When the cops found out, I became the man of the house. There isn’t a lot of work for someone who couldn’t afford to go to school, but I do what I can. Transporting drugs is a dangerous business and if I get caught I’ll end up like my dad, but it’s the only way to keep my family alive…except for my mom. It seems like her medicine gets more expensive every day and my source in East Saint Louis is drying up. Finding a new source is v
Skunk SKUNKSkunk by tigerbar
My name is Skunk. I was named that by my dad, or so Im told.
The Second Manchurian Invasion is my last memory of Los Angeles. I remember standing on the edge of the beach in a city that I never thought would be empty. Half of the Westside had been leveled. Beverly Hills, Bel-Air, Westwood, Brentwood--all flattened by the bomb. I knew it would happen. Every night I felt it in my gut, but would sit in quiet fear. I dont know how I could be calm and afraid all at once. It doesnt make too much sense in your mind, but we learn by example. Its the way my mom was.
She decided to stay back in Los Angeles even after the First Invasion. The borders of the United States of America had all but officially been pushed back to the Rockies after the Invasion. San Francisco, Seattle and Los Angeles all fell in a matter of days. I dont remember any of it; I was born 9 months after the First Invasion. But I heard stories here and there. No one liked
The TruthThe Truth by MusicalVideoGameNerd
Hey, guys. Sorry I haven't uploaded any new fics during the last couple of weeks. School. Anyway, since I have until a couple of hours, I thought that I'd do something productive. I thought of doing an idea of this fic for a bit, plus I also have a request in the works for :avatarMeNight:, so hang in there.
Also, since I've wanted to put certain phrases in Edenian, I've found Belarusian to be the best fit. Thanks, Google Translate!
Shoutouts: dAhub, DEMON-WARRIOR-15, samosvulter, HappyTriangle, WagmoreBarkless, and British-Foot-Focus.
Disclaimers: NRS(C) Kitana & Mileena. The pic above belongs to ANgELoNlINe23.
Warning: Depressing, mentioning of suicide, and MAJOR feels! You've been warned.
The bright, yet gentle rays of sunlight shone upon the realm of Edenia, signaling the beginning of a flawless morning. Add to that, there were no attacks, no battles, no commotion of any sort. Even a few
The Library on the Bayou - Part 1 It was only thirty minutes into Dr. Thurston’s Cultural Analysis of Ancient Languages lecture and the urge to sleep was already clawing at the edges of my mind. I’d been his Teaching Assistant for three semesters and grading during class had ceased to be interesting long ago. As I scanned through yet another paper of uninspired dross, my mind began to wander. The work that these students were asked to analyze fascinated me when I first read it five years ago, and the thought that I was using these ancient words to learn about a society that disappeared thousands of years ago was thrilling to the point of near-eroticism. Even more amazing to me at the time was the enigmatic gentleman who had personally found the runes now transcribed to the thin sheets of printer. Dr. Thurston and his work were the main reason I’d chosen to come to this university deep in the heart of Louisiana, where the climate, culture, and history all seemed so stifling. Now, the sligThe Library on the Bayou - Part 1 by TalesFromTheId
Sammy [Creepypasta]Hey guys. It's Lee. Sorry I haven't been very active lately. I just moved into a new house and I'm still trying to unpack everything. But I got all of my computer stuff unpacked and plugged in, so I'm good with updating this blog again.Sammy [Creepypasta] by Samuel-Kingsley
And I have to tell everyone this. While I was unpacking, I found a journal. It probably belonged to the other person who lived here. I don't usually read other people's journals, but I decided to take a look at it anyway and...
I have no damn clue on what to think of it. I'm just going to copy everything on this journal and post it here. This needs to be shown to the world.
Friday 7:05 PM
I finally moved into a new house. I didn't really want to move but, my brother Oliver got a job and we had to be closer to his work. I don't have a huge problem with it but, I just wish he chose a...nicer looking house. It's a little run down. There are cracks and holes in the walls, the carpet is disgusting, and I think I saw a m
520. She Drinks Bleach In Her SleepShe has a secret she can't keep520. She Drinks Bleach In Her Sleep by fr33d0m0f3xpr3ss10n
the knife sinks deep
the fresh wounds seep
the half-starved mice go meep
she drinks a shot
her heart begins to rot
she considers a lot
before she falls asleep
a restful slumber it is not
she has nightmares, wakes up hot
shuffles downstairs, half asleep
grabs a bottle from the cupboard
it is bleach
head arched back, she takes a sip
falls down limp, in a heap
don't drink bleach
NaNoWriMo TeaserNaNoWriMo Teaser by MusicInducedDaydream
Some early mornings, before I begin to brew my coffee, I’ll think I catch the faint memory of rosehip oil drifting in the kitchen- that the golden haze of sunrise is teasing reflections off from disturbed dust bits, dancing around the empty stove top. Then I blink and rub my lids, and when I open them again, the hallucination has faded and I brew my coffee alone.
Jet Lag -ONESHOT-- Funny Bones-Jet Lag -ONESHOT-- Funny Bones- by hamsterpranks
"But how will we handle the different time zones and being jet lagged all the time from all the flights?"
"We'll make it work, Clementina," Crispin declared dramatically. "We'll make it work!"
Crispin had a habit of inventing the most ridiculous names during skits, particularly girl's names. So Cobie always tried to battle it with the worst, typical old man names she could think of. Sometimes the names alone deserved their own skits. Between the two of them, they'd certainly created a number of... memorable characters, to say the least.
Maybe that was why they were so often paired together during the shows. Or maybe it was the on-stage chemistry.
"Switchover!" Benny called from the far side of the stage, effectively pausing their scene. "Can I get a new genre?"
"Horror!" a man's voice volunteered from the audience.
"We'll go with that," Benny obliged. "Continue as a horror movie."
"We need to leave right now
Mr. Gohan and Danny: Danny's EpilogueAnd now, the grand finale.Mr. Gohan and Danny: Danny's Epilogue by Bearquarter2008
A few weeks later in the school year, on September 27th, 2013, the leaves changed, and so did things. Candace and Danny have become great friends, while the WABAC got an upgrade and was fixed within 30 minutes thanks to Bardock, Gohan was still confused about why Danny put a password activation on the WABAC door (Password's Giants07). But anything to protect the citizens of NYC. Danny has saved several million lives on this planet.
However, Vlad soon became a greek gladiator and Spectra became Agmemnon's wife (AN: Spectra's a human being in this, folks!)
Gohan's Family van
Danny then said, "And when you're unsure how to make friends at the PTA meeting, remember, bring chips and dip for snacks!"
Gohan then said, "Yes, Danny!"
"And remember, the Giants are playing on Sunday and Mr. Flynn knows how to take an easier route to Metlife Stadium where we'll be honored!" Danny then said, adjusting his tie.
Bluth TV biopic 5: American Tail 2First draft so may not be perfect!Bluth TV biopic 5: American Tail 2 by Hedging
WE CUT TO BLUTH MEETING SOME ANIMATORS IN A STORYBOARD MEETING. SPIELBERG IS WATCHING.
Okay, now I apologize for the crudeness of these houses in the village. Spielberg’s gonna bring in some reall photos and you’ll have a better understanding of what to draw from there. But after the main credits, I want the camera to first take a shot of this house in Russia. Then it should cut to a sign on the door that says “Moskowitz” and fool the audience...and I do not want a zoom in shot of it...I want it only to zoom in for a few seconds, then do a cut take to the sign. Afterwitch, the camera moves down here in about 4 seconds to a sign that says “Mousekewitz” which is our hero Fievel AKA Philly’s home. Now afterwards, the first things we should see in the house is Papa playing the violin. And I do not mean first show us the furniture or the kids dancing and THEN Papa, Papa is first thing and I mean that. Now aft
Bluth TV biopic 3: Quitting Disney and making NimhCUT TO COFFEE SHOP NEXT MORNING. GOLDMAN AND POMEROY ARE SITTING ACROSS FROM BLUTH AND HAVE SURPRISED LOOKS ON THEIR FACES.Bluth TV biopic 3: Quitting Disney and making Nimh by Hedging
You’re quitting your job at Disney?
That’s right John. I’m leaving to start my own animated movie company. And I want you and Gary to join me.
Bluth...nobody else makes animated movie except Disney! They’re....special!
They WERE special Gary. Not anymore. When I was a child, every kid in my class would be so psyched about Disney’s movies....Pinocchio, Dumbo....they spoke of those films all the time...and when Bambi came out...I saw all my classmates crying over Bambi’s mom’s death! The reason Disney is losing popularity is because they aren’t trying anymore! And it doesn’t appear like they’re going to get better! So I’m leaving to rediscover the magic Walt did years ago...I refuse to continue to make crap for Disney any longer. And if you guys want to, be my guests...but
Bluth TV biopic 1: BeginningA biopic miniseries that I plan to pitch to PBS this summer! This is the first draft and I'd love suggestions! Pray that this gets greenlit and we see Bluth's glory years on PBS!Bluth TV biopic 1: Beginning by Hedging
THE DISNEY DEFECTOR
DECEMBER 25 2015
FRANK BENTLEY CORY
A BARN IN EL PASO TEXAS YEAR 1937. CREDITS ARE PASSING ON AS CAMERA MOVES TOWARDS A LITTLE HOUSE. WE HEAR THE VOICE OF A WOMAN AS CAMERA IS MOVING CLOSER TO THE HOUSE. IT IS BLUTH’S MOTHER Emaline age 23
IN ENTERS VIRGIL, BLUTH’S FATHER.
(frantic as EMALINE is pregnant and due to give birth any time)
Yes dear?! What, what is it?!
Are Will and Jack back from the movie theater yet?
Not yet dear. How come?
They promised they’d help me out today with my household duties with the baby coming.
Oh honey, you leave those to me. I’m your helper. Not those two.
Dear, we already have seven children. They can help out around the house.
I know dear.
Bluth TV biopic 2:Meeting friends and making BanjoBLUTH TAKES SOME PAPER AND A PENCIL AND PAUSES FOR A MOMENT STARING AT THE PAPER. HE SIGHS AND HAS A “WELL BLUTH, THIS IS IT” LOOK ON HIS FACE. THEN HE STARTS SKETCHING AND DOING HIS WORK FILLING IN THE ANIMATION. WE THEN HAVE A TIME SEQUENCE OF HIM WORKING ON DIFFERENT SCENES OF THE MOVIE. WE WILL SKIP OVER HIS COLLEGE YEARS AND THEATER LIFE AS THAT IS NOT ESSENTIAL, BUT WILL POSSIBLY MENTION IT LATER. WE NOW SEE DON WORKING ON THE SWORD IN THE STONE IN 1961, SIX YEARS LATER. THEN WE SEE HIM WORKING ROBIN HOOD IN 1973. DON IS WALKING DOWN HALL WHEN HE SEES FRANK OLLIE WORKING WITH A NEW IN BETWEENER. IT IT GARY GOLDMAN, DON’S FUTURE PARTNER.Bluth TV biopic 2:Meeting friends and making Banjo by Hedging
Hey Ollie, who’s this?
Hey Don, this here is Gary Goldman. He’s our new in-betweener for Robin Hood.
Yeah, just started today. I hope that I’m good.
It’s really easy Gary. Trust me.
GOLDMAN SMILES AND RETURNS TO WORK. BLUTH WALKS OFF TOO. WE LATER CUT TO A LUNCH BREAK WITH GOLDMAN
Blessed to be DepressedI'm grateful I'm depressed,Blessed to be Depressed by tigerbar
in part because I'm blessed.
Not in spite of my depression,
but because of my depression.
It makes me want to die,
piss and moan and cry.
But it also makes me think,
in ways that are unique.
Which in and of itself's no prize,
but for what it helps me realize.
That we are all hurting.
Some more, some less.
But with your hurt I truly empathize.
And for that, I'm truly blessed.
Lightening stormsGod I love the lightning!Lightening storms by tigerbar
How it booms and how it roars!
It echoes through my chest;
makes my heart skip a beat.
And for that second I could almost die,
A pause and then repeat.
God I love the lightning.
The flash, the sound, the rain.
God I love the lightning.
You externalizie my brain.
And then the quiet thunder,
the cool and humid air.
The excitement that is charged and stored.
The damage unrepaired.
It's like you speak to me and say,
let's end it all, this very day.
God you speak so loudly.
It's when you sound most clear.
I wait for the storm to start.
Then stop and reappear.
But there is something exciting going on,
To waken up my brain.
I love the break in monotony.
I love the sudden rain.
There's nothing scary about this power.
It feels like pure release.
And if it ever struck me down,
my heart my be appeased.
I don't know if I accomplished much.
Nothing like a lightning storm.
But for once it makes me feel like
crazy is the norm.
No one is outside; it's quiet once again.
Ode to GodI don't know if I'm brainwashed;Ode to God by tigerbar
I don't know where you are.
I thought I heard you whisper.
I thought you weren't too far.
But the longer that I linger,
the more my light grows dim.
I don't know how to seek you;
I don't how to begin.
Or rather, how to begin again.
I feel like I've more than knocked.
I'm banging at the door.
I've asked, I've searched, I've shouted.
Please leave me wanting more.
Instead, I think, I have my head,
and maybe nothing more.
Empty on a rock that's spinning,
pounded on the shore.
I love you less the more I look,
and for the guilt that still remains.
Every time I look for you,
and am left with just my brain.
God I want so badly to make sense of you
I want so badly to understand why
If I'm too sincere I'm chided
by you, and everyone alike.
By heart is simmering now.
The only miracle I can say,
is that I've been simmering
and lived another day.
It has to end soon, I think.
But please don't let the night
Take over all the hopes and dre
Death Diary (Entry 54)Death Diary (Entry 54) by GabrielRaven
I have a voice too, you know. I would describe it as…soothing. Most might consider me harsh and maybe even cold sounding…but rather, I think I am soothing. Relaxed, if you will. Though I do not participate in much conversation, I do like to speak to myself sometimes…or maybe I’m speaking to nothing at all. Maybe that’s why I envy singers so much. They can burst forth in song and let the world hear their voice…but I am just a background piece. I am the one who works silently and does my work without sound and without praise. How I yearn to be heard.
I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start by telling you where I am. Well, it’s blue…very very blue. The sky is cloudless and the sun could not be brighter. The chill of winter is starting to shrink away as spring warmth begins to take its hold on the country side. I’ve developed a bit of a sore throat from breathing in the intense cold for so long. I’m sure you ca
PMD: Explorers of Destruction- Chapter 9.2A suspicious noise latched on to Ambipom's ears, making him turn his attention away from his student's practice. An entire crowd of Pokemon gathered around the teacher and his disciples, though curiosity or amazement wasn't what dragged them out in the forest.PMD: Explorers of Destruction- Chapter 9.2 by natetheninja23
“Ambipom, what's wrong with them?” Oran asked, observing the same scene the monkey was.
“Oran, stay with Pecha,” he told him. “I'll go figure out what's happening, oh-ho.”
Leaving his students for a second, the double-tailed monkey met with the sudden crowd, but something wasn't right with them to him. Some hid their faces in paws full of tears; others spaced out with empty eyes as if escaping from an active battlefield. “What has gotten into everyone, oh-ho?” he asked himself. Among the bunch he saw Loudred, as quiet as a Whismur for once. “Loudred, what's going on?” Ambipom asked.
“SOMETHING TRULY TERRIBLE, THAT'S WHAT!” he replied with a shout loud enough
Birthday DetourLife can be so stupidly complicated sometimes.Birthday Detour by jeychen5
And not just because there are a million monsters out there who all want to rearrange my face (although that is a major problem).
I’ll start from the beginning.
I was waiting for the subway to take me to my home in the Upper East Side early morning on February sixteenth. Hayden’s lavender bag hung at my arm and in it was a hot pink gift bag that held the birthday present for my sister, Alana.
You see, even though my parents and us weren’t always together, they would always insist that we spent birthdays and holidays together, no matter what. It was their way of making up for lost time, and I didn’t mind spending a day or two out of school.
All of my closest friends knew when my birthday was and had given me my presents early. I got a CD of the greatest 258 classic rock songs from Leo, a 46 golden drachma gift certificate for the camp store from Lou Ellen and Nyssa, and a new CD player from Will (the last one broke i
Chapter 1 - WHO Got a Quest?Chapter 1 - WHO Got a Quest? by jeychen5
You want to know one of the worst things about being a demigod? The nightmares.
Sure, there’s being chased by hungry monsters, nearly dying on multiple occasions, and the resentment I feel towards Poseidon for crushing my chances at a normal life, but between all of that pleasantness are the nightmares.
By now, I was pretty used to bad dreams. They were usually vague but terrifying—the camp in flames, the mortal world collapsing. Y’know, standard stuff like that.
Oftentimes I had dreams from my best friend Hayden’s life, reliving every third life-or-death experience she’d ever face, along with emotions I never quite understood, and memories of our friendship I nearly forgotten.
Let me explain that if that made no sense.
Long story short: my best friend Hayden died trying to protect me after we were hunted down by our crazy Social Studies teacher (a longer story on top of this long story) who, as far as I could figure, was working for Gaea. After Hayden
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Death by SeaI left her dead by the sea shore.Death by Sea by letmechoosemyownway
I left her where the waves were sure to pull her out to sea.
This is what she asked of me, you see.
She told me, days before, that she wanted to be buried in the ocean’s gentle, but masterful grasp.
She told me she wanted to always smell of the balmy salt water that always crashed on the shore.
She told me that she wanted to visit the Titanic, and the bottom of the deepest trench.
She told me that it had been her dream to see what it was like under all that water.
I told her that it wasn’t normal to be buried out at sea.
I told her I would miss how she always smelled of lavender after the rains crashed on our meadow.
I told her there wasn’t much to see on the Titanic, or the deepest trench.
I told her I would miss being able to see her, even on a good or bad day.
She sat at the crest of our hill and told me she knew.
She could sit at the crest of our hill overlooking the blue wonder that stretched to the horizon and tell me she knew.
Getting Exposure for Your Art, Part 1: The BasicsThis was created for the :iconbuild-your-platform: group. Share, join, and enjoy!Getting Exposure for Your Art, Part 1: The Basics by RipleyNox
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Mastering online platforms like deviantArt isn't difficult, but it can be time-consuming. We'll preface this new series with a simple mantra:
"When I do the work, I will get results."
It really is that simple. There will be days when you feel like you're doing a lot with nothing happening in return, but I encourage you to see beyond the beginning stages to the big picture. At first, you are the only one talking about what you do. After a while, others will talk about it too, and then you don't have to work so hard. But you will always have to pay attention and you will always have to give more than take. So just get used to it. The payoff is worth it: getting to do what you love for a living.
Since we are doing this on online platforms like deviantArt and etsy a
ChronometerThe spring breeze blew gently through the daffodils, arching their stems and raising the delicate petals as if engaged in a vibrant dance. They were the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes. Enthralled by their elegance, she rose from her bed, and beckoned by their fragrance, she bowed for them, through her window, and gathered one in her grasp. Deftly, she braided it into her hair.Chronometer by EphemeralPlumeria
The road that led to the city was long and lonesome. Asphodel had always enjoyed jaunting over it. Despite the tranquillity of the journey, she never felt more vivacious than when she was strolling over that road, through forestry and plains. Even the city it took her to, while buzzing with more life than any
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