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94 deviations
Literature
Pretty Untamed Creature
Darkness. Still writing words Swimming inside me Each Afloat, aloof and alone. Trying to reel them into One meaningful thing. So i am addicted. So im self destructive. Also Not the right guy for you Melz Im poisoned apple And You are no Snow White, Who can sleep off my ether And awaken to true love's  kiss. Run Pretty untamed creature, RUN! ... _anon_ does not love He devours!
Weekly Prompts 2017
174 deviations
Literature
Wild waterfalls
We wake up every day underneath the mountains And run towards the next hill As if there was something better on the other side Until one day the sky will tear open And swallow us whole We hide from shadows and chase the sun Hoping in madness that warmth is eternal And completely under our control Until one day all will be dark Our eyes closed Our bodies shredded into pieces By thousands of worms Who is to say when the lights will go out And who will we blame when they do In the river of time We are but rag-dolls shoved around Our very lives meaningless The melody of our dreams Lost in the roar of wild waterfalls
Poetry - Free
1114 deviations
Literature
The Power of Web Sight
Adamastor and Sebastian were twins, sons born of the Spider King.
Their existence marked a new era for the old empire of shadow.
Despite its intimidating name, these lands were full of shaded trees.
The lush greenery was populated by subjects of the Spider
and all were peaceful until the arrival of exploring wizards.
The magical creatures' power was a force wizards found enticing
and they invaded en masse for trite reasons both petty and shallow.
Adamastor tried negotiation, the wizards ignored his pleas,
Sebastian called for war for he had always been a violent fighter.
The Spider Kingdom was no match for the supernatural blizzards
Poetry - Fixed
1212 deviations
Literature
Horror Haiku
Sounding the alarm
as the mental ward empties
I'm free to murder
Your life slowly leaves
your body while decaying
but then you return
You've been lost inside
the body of the puppet
in a children's show
Hear in the city
your invisible screaming
echoes off the walls
I wrote a story
a haiku about horror
IT ALL BECAME REAL
Poetry - Eastern
306 deviations
Literature
The Dead Steeds
The Dead Steeds As I, you, mine, and Yours enjoy our comfort respite A common name, as such it should be A trip to the local bakery A Saturday spent at the Market An evening, the two of us Or perhaps with friends Lying on the couch, gazing haphazardly at a film on a smaller screen A short cup of coffee at the local Brewery With promises of smiles at the Hearth, for, As chance would have it Ale is stocked in plenty Though none should be surprised Aye ‘tis the fortune of the Present To bask in warmth Either our own or with another, or with plenty of others! True, true We probably should not forget the toil of Old But what greater honor can we give the Old Than to revel in the same Hovel they helped to create! What greater glory can we give the Old Than to excise Pleasure, Sin, Virtue, Vice, Decadence, Temperance And Life From the same Hallowed Ground upon which they fell And through no imaginary means A cask of Ale, taken from a local store A few nibbles of snacks And Amicable
Fantasy
1454 deviations
Literature
SILLY BUNNY ORIGINAL CREEPYPASTA
Justin-97 Subject: I had these nightmares about a demented man in a bunny suit… I was randomly perusing through these forums, and stumbled upon this one, talking about childhood nights? It triggered an old memory of mine and thought I would share it I don’t usually comment or post stuff like this, but I felt like I needed to because it scared me so damn much as a kid. I know this sounds cliche as shit, but I would get into bed, close my eyes, and when they opened again, I wasn’t in my bedroom anymore. I was in this weird school…I think it was a Japanese or Korean school, didn’t seem like any school in America to my knowledge. It was the freakiest shit though, the school looked like it was all sketches and scribbles, no color at all, just black and white everywhere. It was like I stepped into a sketchbook that belonged to a kid in need of crack or something. I remember all the lines were not even, just crazy, overlapping pencil or ink lines everywhere making up everything from the
Horror
399 deviations
Romance
529 deviations
Literature
The Song of Sarah
How can I? The pit of all that is known In the bosom of another How Could I? As we walk streets of concrete make As we peruse stores of equal make Easily erected And simply enjoyed Aye These have earned their store-fronts Thru trial Thru blood And all in the mix of Capitalism There is no shame Such is the way of the world If ye, yrself, accomplished something Who would others be to tell thee to bend? As such, these storefronts have earned their right Thru combat, thru finance, thru intellect We, as such, have no right to bring them down On simple words. They earned their spoils And, as Grace would have it They share their Spoil with us A cup of coffee A cup of Tea An omelet made with special seasoning And a heart-felt smile How could any of us Condemn them for simply… For simply… Try to make better…. How could we….? Tis now a time to bask in each other Tis now a time to hug one another Tis now a time to understand one another Or…. At least.. We should get some
Science Fiction
527 deviations
Literature
The Demise of Mary Conner - Scene 1
“Are you really convinced that Mary would be capable of killing herself?” Robert’s voice was tight.
“Wh… what?” Celine felt her heart stop as her eyes flew up to meet his.
Looking at her apologetically, he stepped closer and softly placed his hands on her shoulders. “I’m so sorry for bringing this up. I’m sure you’ve been through enough pain already but … I’ve been thinking this through and none of it makes sense.”
“I don’t …” she pulled away and started walking, her eyes set on the sidewalk. “I don’t want to talk about it Ro
Mystery and Suspense
224 deviations
Literature
It is what it is...
It's an exhausted poet who's trying to write
His first masterwork in the course of one night
It's the nights spent trying to procure the cash
To buy a little happiness that will never last
It's ten hours of work on an eight hour shift
Trying hard to remember why you shouldn't quit
Because the children at home require your effort
You feel the imbalance while you try to stay centered
You ask for a purpose and you get a cliche
But you're too resilient to just walk away
So you keep up appearances despite the fact
That your soul might collapse at the drop of a hat
Because little ones look up and they see your face
So it's the smile yo
Spiritual and Inspirational
76 deviations
Literature
Mnemonic Devices of the Soul
(Lights up on a spartan kitchen. MAN and WOMAN stand on opposite sides of a counter island. MAN is facing WOMAN, but WOMAN is facing away from MAN.) MAN Is today the only time you've done this? Can you tell me at least that much--do you have at least that much decency? (pause) Do you not remember how many times? Is that why you hesitate to answer? (pause) I'm not asking for a catalog or a minute-by-minute rundown, but I need more information. Why is it so hard? Is it shame? Is it fear? I promise: I won't hurt you. (pause) Listen, lots of people have been in our galoshes before. It doesn't mean we throw them in the dustbin and go shoe-shopping the next day. There are cobblers and therapists that can help us get our soles back in place. Or our souls back in place. (pause) Souls? Soles? Are our souls located above or below our soles? I can never remember the mnemonic device my anatomy professor taught us for the orientational relationship between the sole and the soul. (pause)
Humor and Satire
219 deviations
Literature
Excerpts From The Dust.
A Story, from a sprawling Universe created by a DM: Coden4m3: Dust - In another part of a Dust ravaged world…events took fold in a much different manner… Once a sprawling metropolis, Angoriath enjoyed the bliss of technology, innovation, ambition, prosperity, and, their most crowning achievement; Peace. An impossible mixture of blanketing Peace, in its most profound form, in body and soul, in Citizen, Noble, Peasant, Commoner, Politican, and Leader, and a thriving, healthy, ambition for more. From Head of State, to the Beggar on the street, all Individuals accepted their circumstances, yet despite their station, they not only lived in Divine splendor, of their own make and ability, but always, always, strove, hoped, and achieved more. The nobles strengthen their positions in court, enterprise, and relations with both ruthlessness and calm; an odd mixture that not only advanced their individual needs, desires, and wants, but also propelled their fellows and their nation ever
General Fiction
1554 deviations
Literature
Fashion Files: Totally Spies Edition
Fashion Files: Totally Spies Edition
It was a sunny Saturday morning in Beverly Hills. Walking down the sidewalk, the Fashion Police consisting of Tyler Breeze and Fandango were roaming the streets looking for fashion felonies.
“Ah Beverly Hills. It sure is beautiful, isn’t it Deputy Dango?” Tyler asked, taking note of all the malls sporting some very interesting fashions that he had never seen before.
“Breeze, you said we were in Beverly Hills, and yet I don’t see any hills,” Fandango said, looking around for a hill.
“Dango, Beverly Hills is just a name,” Breeze explained, looking at a
Fanfiction
71 deviations
Literature
I'm done
Author's Note: Just some random vent stuff. Again, this felt important so, enjoy or at least learn from this? It's not romantic, but you can see it like that if you want, doesn't matter to me. I guess you'll only get it if you've been through it, so don't worry about reading all the way through if it doesn't resonate by the third paragraph.
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I am finished. I'm completely and utterly done with you. I know that's not what you expected to hear, but if you cared about me half as much as you care about yourself, you'd have seen it coming. Then again, if you halfway cared about me, I wouldn't be done with you, now would I? B
Nonfiction - Biographies and Self Expression
323 deviations
Literature
CHAINSAW MAN VOL. 1 REVIEW!
Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is the Mystery Writer speaking, and welcome back to Manga Review! Today, I'll be reviewing volume 1 of what has to be the hottest manga series out there right now, and soon-to-be anime, CHAINSAW MAN! You all have NO idea how hard it was to get this volume! I've been looking for months, and this volume of the series is hard to find! So I ordered it online, only to find out it was for sale at a store nearby, but luckily, my copy came the day after that sorry revelation. After reading it, I have to say I get the hype because this series rocks! From the creator of Fire Punch, a series I've seen on shelves but never bothered to look further into, comes CHAINSAW MAN! It's about Denji, a poor young man with his pet devil dog Pochita who had the side-gig of a devil hunter. He's taken up this dangerous job because of the massive debt his dead father left behind to the yakuza, who kill devils and sell their body parts on the black market. Denji gets called to
Nonfiction - Essays, Articles, and Guides
294 deviations
Submissions 2010
1070 deviations
Advanced Critique
44 deviations
Literature
Character Sheet - Pirate
History: Kahinat Rackham is a textbook example of someone who forges her own path. The fates had a different plan in the beginning. Kahinat was the daughter of a ship builder, and it was this boyish lifestyle and growing up without her mother that led to trouble when her father remarried. The stepmother sought to tame Kahinat by settling her down with a husband.
Kahinat refused the proposal but when her father gave her no choice. Kahinat, with the memory of her mother guiding her, decided to renounce the marriage and escaped her fate by boarding a ship.
It was a miracle that she never was caught. The superstitions about women being bad luck
Scraps
3 deviations
Humor and Satire219
