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Literature
A Peculiar Walk on Water
Sometimes, I wonder why I stayed in school.
Not that I am the type to drop out mind you, just… I found myself questioning the reason why I bothered to do more than finish that one English credit I needed during my senior year of high school. I knew I would be on my own for college, and at one time considered doing what my mother did before graduating from high school and going straight into the work force: finish my classes early, and start working a part-time job with my unused school day. It was a practical idea, and would get me something I lacked: real-world experience.
Either way, here I am on a sultry spring afte
Essays
3 deviations
Literature
Circle in the Sand Part Two-CG:LD One-Shot
Hi Everyone, Here is Part Two of Circle in the Sand for you all to enjoy. Me and Makarov hope you enjoy the chapter and seeing what Akira and Nathan are heading into come Liar's Dice. Thanks very much Kind Regards Akira and Nathan, having enjoyed their meals at the restaurant despite some twats from JLB Credit trying it to hit on her before seeing Nat and scrambling away, and gave their farewell to Maya and James, and made their way through Aberdeen. They strolled through the teeming streets of the city, its bustle a tangible entity that clung to the fringes of their solitude. There, nestled among the urban tapestry, was a poster - bright, unabashed, and festive - but carrying a message far beyond the yuletide sentiment. The poster was a tableau, a vibrant echo of the nations of England, Scotland, and Wales in their proud individuality, yet collectively robust. A united Ireland, too, lent its strong presence to the canvas. Representing each land were their soldiers, stoic
Fanfiction
125 deviations
Literature
Die Cuwees und die verschwundenen... Leseprobe
Die Cuwees und die verschwundenen Elemente
Violett wurde von einem grellen Aufblitzen des Portals geweckt.
„Leute? Geht es euch gut?!“, fragte sie ihre Freunde daraufhin.
„Uns schon, aber dem Portal anscheinend nicht“, wandte Jumpy ein.
„Wieso?! Was ist denn los?!“, wollte Violett wissen.
Doch die Cuwees wussten auch nicht weiter.
„Wir müssen auf die andere Seite des Portals, um das herauszufinden!“, beschloss Fluffle.
„Oh... müsst ihr wirklich alle gehen?“, fragte Violett.
„Von dieser Seite aus kann ich das Portal nicht reparieren. Und wenn wir alle zusammenarbeite
Fantasy Sci-Fi
85 deviations
Literature
Speechless - Friends without Words Reading Sample
A new day.
The alarm clock's soft melody let Lya awake slowly. It was so cuddly warm under the blanket, but she had to get up, otherwise she'd fall asleep again and get too late at school.
And so she stretched herself and went into the bathroom, where she took a shower. She loves to sing while the warming water drops are raining down along her body. She even stood up a bit earlier recently, just to enjoy this time a little longer. The time she had all for herself and didn't have to think at anyone else. She used this time primarily to learn new lyrics of songs by heart, which she couldn't get out of her head for the time being. Frequently, s
General Fiction
7 deviations
Literature
Hope
It gets tiring holding all this hope. Why do I keep this small thing? It does not connect with anything like an electrical outlet or a blade into a sheath. On the contrary, it stands alone, somewhat as an accessory, something I can flaunt, but I never do. Sometimes I stumble on the uneven ground and scratch my knees on the rocks, tear my pants and drip blood onto my shoes, but I have yet to drop it. It stays firm in my calloused grip, warm and comforting. Many have challenged me – not to grasp this thing, possess it themselves. No, they simply wish to break it, stamp it into the dirt and extinguish the soft yellow glow – and I bea
General Nonfiction
1 deviation
Literature
Here and Now
Awakening
A chestnut-haired girl crouches in an old sandbox filled with coarse gravel. The Wisconsin River nearby is above its banks after a weeks’ rain, but is quiet aside from the occasional scream of a speedboat passing through. The girl continues playing with plants and the sticky sap of the pines hanging overhead, pretending they’re the ingredients to the medicines and rituals she’s been taught.
Crush, crush… squish, squish…
Her quiet game isn’t lonely for long. A rustle of leaves and the crack of an overburdened branch draw the girl’s attention.
Ther
Human Nature
57 deviations
Humor
8 deviations
Modele pour un Portrait
,, Model for a Portrait "
The way i choose it, to be exact.
(If you find any typing / grammar mistakes from here further on, please correct me, i would appreciate that. )
The idea itself, of the drawing / portrait that i have in my mind, most of the time, comes / is inspired by a song.The more i listen to it, the more clear it becomes. Like a fog, after the night, is taken away by a hot sun, so is the image , becoming more bright & chained in my mind, with every single note of music, passing by.
That leads me to a question, -
,, If i was deaf - would i be creating at all ? "
The process can take from one hour to fe
Monologues
2 deviations
... find me ...
... find me ...
The two sit together in the sunlit late morning at Caffé Strega. "What I don't get is the tea Helena." "Oh the tea was essential to it all." The younger of the two, still quite attractive for her age, stirs in her cup mixing remnants of foamed cream, "Really? I'm concerned then, didn't see." The other, carefully touching up her lipstick in a gold rimmed compact "Oh damn it Sophia you know I hate lipstick off lip line." She lays lip pencil down and carefully cleans the slightest of misapplications from beneath her lower right lip. "Think about it, no tea ... how would the plan have proceeded?" She looks over the rim of he
Myth
1 deviation
Literature
Rachmaninoff
Rachmaninoff
Throughout the long, long night
Of October 28
The sky was dark with clouds
Like inky emissions from a giant squid
Covering the world like a shroud
Far away in the wooded grove
With only the light of the moon above
There rang the base chords of a song
From the works of Rachmaninoff
As it played, the moon glowed
Then lightning cracked
Thunder boomed
And in an instant, all was gone
Gone
Who would know what hand
Had played those chords?
Mystery
6 deviations
Literature
Flurry
I
like to sit outside
and watch
the wind pluck the snow
from the ground
to adorn the trees.
I
enjoy the sharp burst
of burning cold
as flurries sneak past my scarves
and slap my neck,
as if to say "I'm here,"
a greeting from the heavens.
I love
to sketch the sharp contrast
of shorn branches reclothed in snow and ice
and the weaker lines of light
that illuminate them in the sky,
I love
the play of glistening snow and shadow
that dance across the trees
and snow and sky.
I wish I
lived further north
where the aurora borealis paint the skies
in ghostly green blue strokes
of impermanent ink.
I wish I
could transpose the wind's aria
so a sembl
Nature
12 deviations
Literature
An important lesson for you
For twenty two years she had looked at herself the same way every time she stood in front of the mirrors placed around her apartment. The one in the bathroom, the hallway and she had even hung a smaller one over the black bureau in her bedroom.
Why?
She hated mirrors and anything that caused her to see her body, so why did she have so many mirrors that she was forced to pass everyday? It made no sense.
Even thought she hate it she always, uncontrollably, threw an eye at the reflecting glass every time she passed them. And every day she hated it. But she never took them down.
As she aged her thoughts of herself worsened as her body did the
NonFiction
32 deviations
Novels
16 deviations
Literature
Second chances
Take my hand I promise I take care of you Take my heart I promise I'll be there for you Give your all And I do the same for you Take a chance I promise I won't screw it up Come on and dance Let your hair down and just live it up Make this moment The start of your new life I take your hand Promise you take care of me I take your heart Promise to be there for me I give my all And you do the same for me We've been hurt We've been burned But maybe it's time to start over Maybe it's time to give life another chance I'm not afraid when you're here with me So let's dance
Poetry
890 deviations
Literature
Blood Week
A Shattered Realms story
Fort Barviel - Zradian army training camp - Duchy of Zrada
"Blood Week is a yearly requirement. Bonded Pairs are stripped of their partners and undergo five days of solid, continuous training while suffering both food and sleep deprivation. They are tested physically, mentally, and morally, relying on each other, not their bond-partners, to overcome the challenges and obstacles they will endure. We do this to hold ourselves accountable, to ensure that the Order's strict standards are adhered too, and to further strengthen the trust between the public and the Order." - Julia Hart, Master of Riders
The dawn of a chil
Prose
131 deviations
Romance
82 deviations
Literature
The Calling - A Flash Fiction Piece
Silence crept through the ballroom, with a slight breeze creeping past the wooden doors. The dim lights sparked on, making the soft walls glimmer. Her footsteps echoed through the room.
A smile shimmered across her face. She glanced down at the silver high heels on her feet, with straps spiraling up her legs. Her fingertips touched the edge of her silver dress. She took a step forward.
The room lit up as her imagination took control. She pictured her family and friends walking around the room with their eyes glued on her. The prettiest girl in the room.
Standing in the middle of the room, her eyes caught a glimpse of what she w
Science Fiction
3 deviations
Literature
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving
The Pilgrims landed on the North American shore,
After days of travel by sea.
They set their feet upon the earth,
And then they began to build their homes.
History records that they were kind;
They did not slaughter red-skinned men.
Yet they sat down to a picnic
Of wild turkey meat.
Has anyone ever thought before,
How might the 25th of November be done
Without a turkey to feast upon?
Well! perhaps they'd a;ll be vegetarians..
Or perhaps they'd search the nearby wood
For a chicken or a wild boar.
Seasonal, Holiday
1 deviation
Literature
Die Cuwees in der neuen Welt Band 2 Leseprobe 2
Auf der Suche nach den Kristallcuwees
„Hui!“, rief Flair.
„Woohoo!“, meinte Fluffle.
„Yeah!“, fügte Rumble hinzu.
Die Cuwees hatten viel Spaß auf der Spielzeug-Rennstrecke von Violetts großem Bruder Limon.
Jumpy war an der Reihe.
„Du schaffst es, Jumpy! Woohoo!“, feuerte Rumble sie an.
Sie hielt sich gut fest und schon ging es los.
„Gleich kommt der Looping!“, sprach Rumble gespannt.
Und... Jumpy flog aus dem Looping und von der Strecke. Die anderen hüpften besorgt zu ihr.
„Jumpy, geht es dir gut?“, wollte Flair wissen.
„Lasst uns das gle
Short Stories
83 deviations
Literature
Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic.
Find your common ground of shedding blood
In the far lands of Else Where,
For here is not the place where bodies should
Fall just short of their own sweat and tears.
It is fear that is the beast you so portray,
And an agenda so immorally laced with false teachings.
Here lies the home, once ancient and grown,
Now rubble in the growing pile
Of humanities excrement.
Its epitaph shall read nothing,
For no words can be written
by the lack of knowledge per this land....
Look your land in its dying eyes,
Listen to its final breaths...
The billowing sands that blow
Erosion into its elderly face.
make your way to the place in which
Sociopolitical
1 deviation
Mythology0