Life is WaxWhen my life erupts into shamblesLife is Wax by Ellen-Souler
And last dim light burns out of my candle
I cry the wax that’s sticky sweet
It comes in hot waves and burning sheets
What burns the most, is life itself
From all the past and pain I've felt
Here in my heart the damage dealt
My story so long, but too hard to tell
What’s hardest still, is all this grief
And as the waters, my blood does seethe
Scaring skin outside within like ocean reefs
Gnarling scratching digging in with teeth
It gets more difficult with the passing day
When words aren't enough to simply say
It seems that new happiness just decays
Falling to my knees I plead, liberatae mae
So when my life erupts into shambles
Let Last light so dim, burn out my candle
Blind + MetaphorsI am blind in this roomBlind + Metaphors by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
Guided by the braille etched in your hands
And the echo of your heartbeat within my chest
You can only see me in the dark
Tracing patterns in my skin
And studying the curves of my collarbone -
(You only see her in the light)
You were the boy with the broken wings
And I was the perch holding you steady
But I realised too late
That I was only a springboard
And one day you’d leave me behind
As you took flight and soared away
(I’m still here
Waiting for my time to fly)
Tempoyour cold breath shivering down my backTempo by xXI-Feel-InfiniteXx
reassures me that you are still alive
that i am still alive
so that when dawn breaks through the haze here
we will blink slowly
but right now in the seafoam darkness of the night
we kiss fast
and cry hard
The Spelling DadThe Spelling Dad was going over the rules with his daughter while we waited our turn before the judges for the preliminaries. “I” before “E” and changing “Y” into an “I” when adding a suffix or “IE” before pluralizing. He had more rules of thumb than Grandma's recipe book.The Spelling Dad by Alessaandra-the-Fair
My daughter seemed to be just barely awake. Leaning back against a row of lockers with her eyelids drooping. We had to get up earlier than normal in order to make it here on time: the high school that was hosting the North District Spelling Bee Championship.
I asked her, “Do you know that stuff?” nodding in the direction of Spelling Dad and his unending torrent of helpful hints.
“Some of it,” she said. “Have you seen Monty?”
“Some alternate he is. What if I was sick? What if I was in an accident on the way? Our school would be totally unrepresented.
Rewards for catching the 104,000 pageview kiriban!NOTE: THIS KIRIBAN IS NOW CLOSED! THANKS FOR EVERYONE WHO HAS COMMENTED!Rewards for catching the 104,000 pageview kiriban! by British-Prophetess
Right now I've got 103,988 pageviews. That means I'm not that far off reaching the 104,000 mark.
I am going to write a literature piece for free to the first person who posts a screen shot/capture of the 104,000 pageview.
The rules are quite simple. Below are the requirements you must follow:
1. Take a screen shot of the 104,000th pageview. (104,000 AND SLIGHTLY ABOVE!)
2. Post it on your profile page as a deviation.
3. Link that deviation to a comment to this journal. It has to a comment to this particular journal otherwise I might miss it, meaning you won't get your reward.
All three winners gets acrostic poems of their DA name since this is a mini kiriban!
And in addition to this, the three lucky winners will get a free stamp request! Bear in mind, the stamp will be text only (i.e. having no special effects or animation/pictures) and simple. They will look like something in my Stamps Folder: british-angel.de
Chance to win a literature piece!UPDATE 3: The winning number is revealed. Here it is:Chance to win a literature piece! by British-Prophetess
The winner who picked 213 is none other than :iconLadyDefiant: Congratulations!
Thank you to those who have took part in this giveaway as well ^^
UPDATE 2: YOU'VE GOT LESS THAN 40 MINUTES BEFORE THIS CLOSES! IF YOU HAVEN'T COMMENTED YET, THEN HERE IS YOUR CHANCE!
UPDATE 1: TODAY IS THE LAST DAY TO ENTER - YOU HAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT TONIGHT AS THAT IS WHEN THIS GIVEAWAY CLOSES. SO COMMENT NOW OR MISS OUT!!
Since I'm feeling generous, here is what I'm going to do. A special person can win a literature piece from me
The prize is a drabble of your choice lasting 700 words. If you're requesting fan fiction please pick a fandom I am familiar with!
The fandoms that I do write for is as follows:
1. Red vs Blue
2. Greek Mythology
3. Soul Calibur
6. Final Fantasy Advent Children
7. Naruto (Sea
First 32 Comments Gets a Text Stamp/Haiku Poem!NOTE: THIS GIVEAWAY IS NOW CLOSED! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR RESPONSES!First 32 Comments Gets a Text Stamp/Haiku Poem! by British-Prophetess
Since yesterday marked my three years anniversary of my being a member of DA I'll be doing two more request giveaways for today and tomorrow! This is the second request journal in the series
I'm offering 32 free haiku poems as well as a free text stamp request for the first 32 people that comments on this journal entry!
I want to try and improve upon writing haiku poems and this is the best way in my opinion. If you want your haiku to be based on a word prompt, then please do let me know in the comments and I'll see what I can do for you If you don' t know what a haiku is, then here is the definition:
"Haiku is an unrhymed, syllabic form adapted from the Japanese: three lines of 5, 7 and 5 syllables. Because it is so brief, a haiku is necessarily imagistic, concrete and pithy, juxtaposing two images in a very few words to create a single crys
Chapter One: The Hunt BeginsChapter One: The Hunt BeginsChapter One: The Hunt Begins by darkchapters
“I hoped that by telling the young man about the future I would spare he and his companion their dark fate. But he did not follow my advice and now I am tasked with hunting his companion; though I feel only empathy for the child this is the task fate has dawned upon me. ~ Silver.
Clara Alaster waited at the top of the stairs behind the closed doors to room 100 of the mansion. It was a short wait until the doors opened up into a barren cemetery with gravestones going as far as the eye can see. A single path going straight to a large circular area was the only part of the room not filled with gravestones. At the end of the path the Caretaker hovered inches above the ground holding a scythe; waiting.
Clara approached the Caretaker and casually said, “Thanks for the scythe back.”
The caretaker without moving sent the scythe drifting over to Clara as its voice echoed in her head, “Why did you let him take it?”
Clara grabbed her scyt
D.M. - Chapter 25: Zakarias Destiny Part 2Chapter Twenty-Five: Zakaria’s Destiny Part 2D.M. - Chapter 25: Zakarias Destiny Part 2 by darkchapters
Leonna passed out only seconds after finishing her sentence. She was mumbling something in her sleep but Zakaria didn’t listen. He only thought about what Leonna just said, and he began feeling a little empty inside. He slowly began to think, if he really was the child of the lich than would he become just like him someday? Was that his destiny to destroy the world alongside his father?
Before Zakaria’s thoughts got too much darker Grenka came into the room and said something that broke him out of his trance like state. “I’m sorry what Grenka?” Zakaria said.
“I asked if everything was alright,” Grenka said. “You two have been alone in here for over an hour.”
An hour, it was only minutes. Or so Zakaria thought. He must have been zoned out longer than he realized. He looked over at Leonna and saw she was still passed out on the bed mumbling something in her sleep.
“If you don
Hottie 4: Even Better Sequel, Ch. 47Hottie 4: Even Better Sequel, Ch. 47 by Alaxr274
Blankman and Other Guy have recently joined the Department of Hotness while at the same time, Michael "The Suit" Minelli, The Joker and King K. Rool have joined the Empire of Darkness. Also, Julie, 2012 Spinter's blind girlfriend has become an honorary member of the Deprtment of Hotness. Meanwhile, our heroes visits Aberdale in the Clarence-verse in hopes of protecting it from an invasion from the Empire. While there, Steven Universe befriends Clarence. Moments later an armada of EMODW arships arrive to invade Amberdale, as well as the rest of the world. Luckily the Department of Hotness was prepared and retaliate. Our heroes also go up against a new Crime Grime monster "Bugdeusa", who resembled medusa but more attractive, has a spider's body for a lower half and millipedes for hair instead of snakes. Bugdeusa then shows off her evil power by shooting eye beams at Amy Gillis, turning her to stone, everyone was shocked. Bugdeusa then sends out an army of Mechanoids to ravage the t
Hottie 4: Even Better Sequel, Ch. 46Hottie 4: Even Better Sequel, Ch. 46 by Alaxr274
Princess Oddette her animal sidekicks, Jean-Bob, Lorenzo "Speed" Trotalong & Puffin have recently joined the Department of Hotness while at the same time, Rothbart has recently joined the Empire of Darkness. Meanwhile, it turns out that the Empire was responsible for the Heartbleed bug all along. Meanwhile, Hottie has replaced her golden axe with her golden shield as her primary weapon of choice. She still keeps the axe in DynaCap form in her utility belt though. Meanwhile, The Quickster (AKA SpongeBob SquarePants) leaves the Department of Hotness for unknown reasons.
Both Megas and Getter Robo fight off against Mecha-Megas MK-II. Mother Brain herself was both the pilot and the head of Mecha-Megas. Getter Robo upgrades Megas by exposing it with it's Getter Rays, transforming Megas into "Super Megas", which resembles Megas but is entirely golden and it has a golden aura. "All right! Now that's what I'm talking about! said Coop. Super Megas then fires the Getter Beam
Painting LoversPainting Lovers by smurfboy21
"Why haven't you painted me, yet?" She inquires as she lounges upon my bed pleasuring herself after we have made love.
"What are you talking about?"
"You have paintings all over the house of your past lovers, but you haven't painted me, yet?"
"I don't know. Haven't had the time."
"Why haven't I painted her...?" The question dwells within as I make my way to the shower....
I put the towel on the rack and open the curtain just enough to get my hand to the knob. I turn it all the way over; so, when I pull the pin to engage the shower head I can jump into the shower without worrying about cold water on my skin. Then, I can turn the knob slowly the other direction to find that right temperature. Now, the drops sooth, calm, and relax.
"Why haven't I painted her...?"
The question returns, as I prop my self against the wall and enjoy the burning sensation on my back.
I think of our moments together. I see her wonderful smile. Hear her loud great laugh. Feel her skin pressed up a
Prelude to War (APH PruAus Oneshot)Author's Note: Just for some very necessary background: This is set right before WWI when Germany encouraged Austria to start the warPrelude to War (APH PruAus Oneshot) by sailorgreywolf
Austria walked down the hallway fiddling with one of the buttons on his jacket, which was one of his many nervous twitches. He had not expected to be so nervous about this, it was simply asking for a contract to be honored. He was only talking to Prussia, which shouldn't have been a problem, but there was something about it that was causing him to wish he could have just talked to Germany. But, alas, he had no choice in the matter. He turned the final corner, feeling a kind of rising anxiety that he certainly shouldn't be feeling within his own house. He stopped fidgeting with the button and instead used the same hand to push his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.
He took a deep breath to steady himself and then he pushed open the door. The room t
My Darling in Red ~ Side of Cecilia ~ chapter 3My Darling in Red ~ Side of Cecilia ~ chapter 3 by Alix1996
The diary begins in February. Cecilia, a lonely girl, struggles with her daily life while still trying to pursue a hope for her future, a dream for her love and a hold for her remembrance. But what will happen? Since Cecilia and her best-friends have been departed. And she doesn't have anyone to give her encouragement anymore? And what will happen? If she falls in love...
6th of March
The last thing I’ve ever put in the “Envelope of Remembrance” was a photo of my latest camp event, which had taken the whole scene of students and teachers from our team D sitting around the campfire at night. Our feet were shivering with cold while we were playing “Truth or Lie” and I had to keep myself warm in a big padded-cotton blanket – and together sharing that warmness with me was Jennifer. I said something ab
The Cloud Atlas SymphonyThe Cloud Atlas SymphonyThe Cloud Atlas Symphony by The-Silverthorn
Snow was falling gently on the planet of mobius. It was December 24th, 9 pm, and festivities were taking place all over. In one small part of mobius, a young pink hedgehog sat in her home. She watched from the window as the snow fell. A sigh escaped her lips.
She looked beside her, on the floor, lay sheets and sheets of notes, melodies and music. Some sheets were filled of erased text, some with endless scribbles and random notes, but there were few, few sheets of paper where the notes made sense, where the music danced off the sheet and into the world.
However, there was one thing wrong with this symphony, this melody...
It was incomplete.
Like the rest of the melody was lost in a dream, or somewhere in time and it seemed impossible to retrieve it. But despite that fact, the young hedgehog, also known as Amy walked over to her small piano and started playing the little symphony she had. As she played the notes danced off the page and onto the key
Forever YoursForever YoursForever Yours by The-Silverthorn
It was the middle of the night, there was no storm, no clouds, just the shimmering of the stars that shone down on the land below. Many were sleeping at this time, many were wrapped up in their covers and had left to the world of dreams. However for four certain people, that wasn't the case.
It had been a rough night for these certain few. A very rough night. They were exhausted, wounded and dead like.
They were now in a hospital, the hospital was eerily quiet. There was no commotion, no panic. Just the faint sound of people walking up and down halls. One of our friends had been wounded badly and now needed medical care.
But how were they injured? What had happened this night that had caused our four friends to end up in this eerie hospital.
Well it had all started seven hours ago....
Alarms bells rang all over the ship, red lights were flashing all over the place. In the heart of it all four friends were running for their lives, dashing l
DamagedDamagedDamaged by The-Silverthorn
“I'm coming, just hold on! Don't worry!!!”
“My hands, they're slipping!!”
“Just hold on! I'm nearly there! I'll get you, I promise!”
“I'm here, reach up, I'll won't let you slip!”
“I'm trying, I'm...I'm scared”
“I'm can just... AHHHH!”
“NOOOO!” I screamed as I jolted up from another horrible nightmare. I'm was sweating all over, gasping for breath.
“Another dream, just another one” I mutter as I falls back on my cold pillow. I'm can't go back to sleep, I won't. I don't want to see it, relive it. I can't bear it.
Although it was just fragments, a blurry vision. That dream wasn't a dream, but a memory.
A horrific memory, I could never forget.
It was an accident, pure chance. I tried to help, tried to save her. But I couldn't, not in the end.
It happened about a year ago. I could never forget it, not
The Hand of SorrowThe Hand of SorrowThe Hand of Sorrow by The-Silverthorn
This was the last battle, the last fight. It was her fight. The battle for her.
Blood, Blood, so much blood...
It was good against evil, maybe not even that. The lines were faded, torn apart, dust in the wind. But all they knew, all he knew is that he had to win. He to win for her.
In the the middle of nowhere, half way to forever, just past never. A bloody battle was taking place. The once orange desert has now paved red in blood. The rain falling down heavily on the desert floor, turning the sand into an almost mud like substance. Lives have been lost. But the strongest still remained, fighting, always fighting. He had too.
Not because he was a hero, but because he had to avenge her.
He fought in the rain, the blood and mud, in anger, pain and revenge. It wasn't like our hero we knew dear. No. That hero was gone a long time ago.
His blue fur stained with blood and mud. His eyes burning with fury and rage. All he knew he knew is that he had to destroy w
Legacy Ch 16 [APH Mexico Fanfiction]Legacy Ch 16 [APH Mexico Fanfiction] by sailorgreywolf
America growled protectively again "That's just unfair, he just can't take advantage of your weakness like that". Mexico took another long pull from the cigarette in his hand, which was getting short again before saying "You shouldn't get mad every time I describe Spain doing that. That was not even close to the last time he did it. And before you ask, I never slept with him, despite what Texas has probably told you". America shrugged slightly "He did hint at something like that when he found out that we were dating". Mexico scoffed "I bet this isn't the first time you have heard the story about me and Spain making out, is it?" America shook his head slightly "You're right, Texas has already told me. He's told me a half a dozen times. I wanted to hear your side though".
Mexico suddenly switched to the offensive "Would it bother you if I had slept with Antonio?" America looked caught off guard "It would be…hard for me to accept. I might feel the need to confront him or something"
If I couldIf I could have been born to a better life,I would have.If I could by Pyschotic-Act
If I could have parents who cares for me,I would have.
If I could get true friends,I would have.
If I could live up to your expectations,I would have.
If I could have a higher grade,I would have.
If I could say sorry,I would have.
If I could be happy,I would have.
If I could stop harming myself,I would have.
If I could smile sincerely,I would have.
If I could stop these tears,I would have.
If I could have someone who loves me deeply and truthfully,I would have.
If I could do the right thing,I would have.
If I could save myself,I would have.
If I could change my life according to the way I want it to be,I would have.
If I could be perfect,I would have.
If I could see you again,I would have.
If I could be reborn and choose my own life,I would have.
But sadly,I can't.
The House Made of Flesh - Chapter 1The House Made of Flesh - Chapter 1 by PaleAuthor
We had stayed in the house for about a week but I wasn’t still used to the awful smell. I knew now the place a lot better.
There was a cellar but it was off-limits because the door to it was stuck. Dad had tried to open it a few times, but he had gotten bored of it fast. There was enough space for all of our stuff so the cellar didn’t matter that much. Although I would’ve been interested to check it out in case there was something interesting.
I had started to feel a bit weird after staying in the house for awhile and the school was starting on next week. I was beginning to feel nervous already. We had no neighbors because of the desert surrounding us. There was no internet either. What a nightmare to a teenager! Sigh, but I needed to let it go.
The house had three floors to it: cellar-, ground- and the second floor. My parents were living in downstairs whereas I was most of the time upstairs playing games on my xbox or watching TV. The silence was really unusual, but
The House Made of Flesh - PrologueWe were arriving at our new home. My father had told me a lot about it. It was an old mansion like building in the middle of nowhere. There were no trees or even grass, just loose sand, the road to the nearby town and maybe a few dry bushes here and there. My dad looked at me over his shoulder and asked to get out of the car.The House Made of Flesh - Prologue by PaleAuthor
It was cold outside, I missed the birds singing in the trees. I saw my parents walk into the house while I stood there near the car and pushed my hands into my pockets. I was still upset about the whole thing because I hated new places. There was even an empty sign close by which I stared at till my dad came back and dragged me and my stuff to the house.
“Don’t worry you’ll get used to this place in no time”, dad said.
“I’m not so sure. When does the school start?” I asked.
“Soon, but don’t worry about it right now. Just help us with putting things into the right places.”
I held my breath and asked where
Creepypasta: Jellied Babies (Rewrite)CreepyPasta - Jellied Babies (Rewrite) by Sam EarlCreepypasta: Jellied Babies (Rewrite) by SamuelEarl666
Over 2 Years ago, it happened. What was meant to be the happiest day of my life turned into a horrific day beyond anyone's imagination. I had just got back from a work trip and i was eager to see my wife and Newborn child in the hospital. My job was tiring and we never got the chance to get snacks so I also decided I treat myself with a bag of sweets. My wife was a caring person so I was sure she wouldn't mind me taking a few more minutes to get there. The sweet I decided to get was a bag of Jelly Babies. I hate to admit it but I am rather childish at heart and just love to twist their heads off.
It took a long time to get to the Hospital but when I finally got there I stood there munching my Jelly babies while casually looked up at the windows imagining my wife's smiling face as she holds the baby in her arms, although screaming suddenly filled the air and snapped me out of the happy daydream I was in. I thought that the screaming was
Stuck in Gassy Limbo - Drabble (Part II)Glenn's vampire senses, even if they were only partial, had sensed the wolf pack's dangerously close advancement to their cave. It sent a shiver down her spine and a chatter to her rows of sharpened teeth. The Vampii was strong, yes, but not strong enough to take down eight wolves. Nothing in her surroundings was strong enough to defeat them--not an item nor a being. She was utterly helpless, and her deathmate was a flatulence-burdened skunk boy with an IQ of a sun-dried raisin. Did she really deserve a fate like this?Stuck in Gassy Limbo - Drabble (Part II) by poootprince
"Shut up!" She growled to the skunk when his stomach started to wail again, a deathly, queasy sound, like an old man's ghost or the creaking noise a door makes before it shuts. Every bubble and grumble and gloorp was not only annoying her, but putting them both at risk. And if Niall happened to break wind, the smell would do much more damage. She wondered if he knew this. Glenn turned to him, pushing back a handful of dirty blonde hair out of her eyesight.
Stuck in Gassy Limbo - Drabble (Part I)The chill of wind which tugged at the many tangled blonde curls on Glenn’s head of bushy, unkempt hair could not match the coldness that swept through her body when the young Vampii heard the brisk song of wolves not far from their cave. “Shit.” she stated fearfully, her large, pebble-coloured eyes widening as she gazed out into the nightscape. “They’re here.”Stuck in Gassy Limbo - Drabble (Part I) by poootprince
“Who is?” came a puzzled voice from inside the dark, damp cave—a voice that was quickly unheard of again when Glenn grabbed it’s owner’s facial cheeks and squeezed them tightly in one pale, scratched hand.
“Wolves, you dummy. Them scavenging bastards that chased us outta t’last cave.”
Their idle chit-chat was broken by another long, painfully forceful howl that came from a short distance away. Glenn’s heart began to race, and she dropped Niall out of her grasp, fumbling onto her feet and slamming her body up again
Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 17 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Argentina's room was markedly smaller than Mexico's, although it was in much better order, save a small bundle of blankets in the corner. Mexico walked into the room ahead of his host and sat on the end of a rather small bed. Argentina walked over to the pile of blankets in the corner, which Mexico noticed was making a strange noise. Argentina brushed back a blanket to reveal the small, brown spotted face of a calf.
Mexico watched this with restrained intrigue. He couldn't stop himself from asking dubiously "Juan, why do you have a cow in your room?" The tall boy swept the calf into his arms and then walked over to the middle on the room and sat down before answering "I found him the last time I went back down to my home, he was abandoned by his mother. I guess I just knew how he felt too much to leave him". Mexico felt suddenly uncomfortable sitting on the bed while Argentina was on the floor. He stood up and walked over to where Argentina was sitting and sat down next to him. Again,
Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 15 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Alfred dismounted and looked around to see if anyone had noted his lateness, he noted no one. Maybe England wouldn't scold him if no one knew he was late. He walked into the house which was currently housing the English colonies from the Americas. It was only then that he noticed that someone had seen him, his younger brother. He called to him "Mathew, how long have you been waiting?" Canada answered "A couple hours. Where the Hell were you?"
America didn't particularly want to tell his brother about the chance encounter with Mexico. There was something about it that felt like it was secret and special, and that was exciting. So, he responded simply "I got lost". Canada was rather unconvinced "You got lost for several hours? You would have to have the directional sense of a teaspoon to do that". America still refused to tell his brother, it was too important for some reason. So he added in a voice that he knew would keep his brother from asking any more questions "I was really lost".
Legacy Ch 14 [APH Mexico fic]Legacy Ch 14 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf
Mexico took his brother's advice and put the medallion in a drawer in his room. Its effect wore off slowly, but eventually it did fade away. But, he did not forget what he had experienced. He would never look at Spain the same way again, the man was manipulative. He wouldn't let Spain change him again, he was sure of it. Every morning he reminded himself by opening the drawer and looking at the medallion again. Some mornings he even held it for a couple seconds.
The lure of the magic of Aztec gold was strong; he longed to wear the medallion. But, for the time he needed to act like nothing had changed. This would not be hard considering none of them, except for Texas, knew what had changed him. They also had no idea what he had acted like before, so they could not judge how much he changed. The only person who he would have to be very weary around was Spain, who was far away across the Atlantic Ocean. Or so he thought.
Argentina looked at Mexico with shock for a few seconds and repeated
Everyone wants to be happyEveryone wants to be happy, right?Everyone wants to be happy by BloodyMess-VaoT
I mean that's what we all strife for in life, isn't it?
Do you also want to be happy? Well, Nick definitely did.
Let me tell you about him.
Nick was a quite handsome and intelligent man. The big house he lived in was surrounded by a beautiful and well trimmed garden. Nick often held parties for his many friends and acquaintances. The relationship with his wife was very healthy and he had made a fortune so big that he never had to work again.
Although Nick had everything you could wish for, one day, he came towards me with a troubled face.
I was still in the garden, the sun was about to set and I was planning to go home soon.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"What's your problem?" I replied.
Nick sighed. "You know me. I reached almost every goal in life and tried out everything I can imagine, but still somehow I never felt truly happy."
"You didn't plant a tree yet," I grinned.
"Hey, I'm serious here! What ever I do, I think I could have done better! What ev
ParanoiaIf you would ask me what my worst fear is,Paranoia by Pyschotic-Act
then I would answer you with the word....,
I'm not fearless or anything but being afraid of nothing is a serious thing.
Scary entities that simply does not exist is what I fear most.Ironic actually,fearing what is not there.
But it is true,with all of us.
You may have not known it but you have it deep within your mind.
Afraid of beings or events that we have formulated inside our abstract minds.
We can never overcome this fear,
as long as our mind functions.Our brains,will continue to formulate things for as long as we live.We may be able to dismiss these petty little things,but they will and always will be within us.
We stop looking for the monsters under the bed,
once we realize they were within us....
From the Start.
HopelessI don't know what to do anymore...Hopeless by BloodyMess-VaoT
I told everyone how proud I am that my son is gay
But he committed suicide...
I found the perfect boyfriend for my daughter
But she ran away...
I always cooked the finest meals for my husband
But he left me...
I impressed my friends with every of my achievements
But they don't talk with me anymore...
I read the whole Bible and go to church every Sunday
But God never talked to me either...
I should have shown more support!
I should have taken a better pick!
I should have spent more time cooking!
I should have told them more!
I should have been more devoted!
I should have tried harder!
But I failed everyone...
HopeA silver key, glistening in the dark even though there was no light to make it glow. A simple key, an interloper among the shadows. I stumbled upon it on my way, lost along the road I had followed. The never ending path had long since disappeared, twisting and turning into a dense expanse of darkness.Hope by Hidden-Behind-A-Book
Yet...I had kept walking.
This was just a little key, such a petulant glimmer among the dark. I picked it up. The light it brought was odd, so foreign to me but why had I picked it up? What came over me to pause in my walk and take the key off the ground?
For the first time in so long, I looked around; taking in the shadows and darkness, the losses and sorrows,the pain and loneliness encasing me. How had I become so inadvertantly blind to everything around me? When had my path changed so much?
I looked at the key and felt a crystal tear roll down my cheek and onto my palm, covering the key in its salt and sorrow. When I looked up again, there was not darkness ahead but a door. A simple do
To Die YoungHe died at the young age of 85, his life came but as a whisper that was heard across the world. His name was Jessie, a heart of platinum and deep yellow eyes of golden pits which looked onward into reality, and farther into fantasy. If there wasn’t a bar who knew his name, it wasn’t built yet, and young ol Jess sure was a drinker. Some say the heaviest beer sobs have their true personality spring out of the bottle when they have had too much, but Jess was the inventor of personality, and no amount of kegs, barrels or whiskey Jars would change that.To Die Young by Ellen-Souler
Regardless, he was an alcoholic. A bad one, to the point where he’d even piss his pants and still hold a drunken conversation. Got into a couple brawls, made enemies to, but he had more friends than a fox among clueless chickens. His vernacular was his own language, I remember him swigging his whisky with a cough and, “I’m hackin more than a lumber jack on Labor Day!” or, “This b
Witchblood hunt 3- Birthday“Nate. Nate. Wake up, Nate.”Witchblood hunt 3- Birthday by natetheninja23
“Nngh.” I felt someone nudge me continuously, but I was too deep in my sleep to wake up.
“I-I don’t think you should wake him like that. It’s not nice.”
“Nonsense, I do it all the time and he never complained once.” The girl argued. “Besides, he’s pretty used to it. Wake up, Nate!” She started to shake me about in my bed. She thought that would wake me up. I could only react with a heavy yawn. “Shoot, he’s not waking up. Should I punch him in the face? That could wake him up.” She asked her assistant.
“No, stop doing things to him! Maybe we could let him sleep a little longer.” She argued back quietly.
“He’s been asleep nearly the entire morning! He needs to wake up right now!”
She continued harassing me in my sleep. “Wake up, Nate! I can’t be any more serious! Wake up!” She kept shaking me and shaking me, until I f
RelianceA/N: Set between Chapter 34 One Smile Makes the Difference and Chapter 19 A Change in Fate.Reliance by ShiyaHawk
Nuisance (n) - a person, thing, or circumstance causing an annoyance; a person or situation that causes problems or is a bother.
Dependent (adj) - relying on someone or thing for aid and support; a person who relies on another for assistance.
Useless (adj) - of no use; not serving a purpose or any purpose; of no practical good.
That's what Shayera felt like as she sat on the couch in hers and John's apartment. She felt like a useless, overly dependent nuisance. Asking for help or assistance was something Shayera was never known for or very willing to do. It was a foreign concept to her Thanagarian culture. Even in her current condition she still felt the need to do things on her own. Even if such activities were next to impossible for her to accomplish on her own.
Shayera had quickly learned of the many disadvantages of being heavily pregnant. The worst being t
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