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My pain

I walk a lonely, twisted path, Surrounded by my own thoughts. The dark, evil musings they are. They take over sometimes, Scares the people who love me. I didn't realize I was hurting them, I only wanted to hurt myself. End all of my suffering, Not be the cause of theirs. I don't want to feel the pain anymore. I don't want to feel the heart break. I don't want to feel the emptiness. I don't want to feel the darkness. It calls my name so sweetly. Listening to its promises of nothing. No pain, heart break, emptiness, darkness. It sounds so peaceful,so quiet. I think I'll see you there soon.

Featured

78 deviations

Literature

Prince Eric is a Magician

Prince Eric sighed as he sat on the sand, his dog Max beside him. “I’ve been searching all over, Max. Where can she be?”, the lovestruck prince sighed. Then he stood up and retreated back to his palace, Max following. Eric reached his private quarters, then unlocked a secret drawer on his desk. He pulled out a hand-held mirror, and commanded “Show me the girl who saved me!” The mirror glowed a light blue aura, then showed the image of a girl near Eric’s age. She had long red hair, blue eyes, and a fair skin tone. To the prince’s delight, the mystery girl was also humming, and singing! Prince Eric was thrilled; he’d recognize that voice anywhere! Her face and eyes were also uncanny. Then the girl began swimming around gracefully; Eric suddenly gasped! She was wearing a purple seashell bikini top, and had a green fish tail! The prince blinked in surprise. This was no trick, the girl who rescued him and captured his heart was a mermaid! Prince Eric quickly

FanFiction

122 deviations

Literature

This is Me

I hear the voices in my head. The people 'just wanting what is best for me'. So loud, screaming their intentions. They over power what I really want said. Telling me with overpowering exactitude what to be. Leaving me living their made up situations. I will not stand for it anymore! I have my own voice that needs to be heard. I am going to be the one to tell my story. This is me running through the open door. This is me courageously undeterred. This is ME rewriting my name in history.

Poetry

1136 deviations

Literature

Distant Dissent

They tended to sleep late in the winter, and often did so in communal dens. Woven earth and vine, buried beneath layer upon layer of snow, made for a shelter both hard to detect and harder to penetrate, be the assailant a plain-walker, a sky-hunter, or simply the coldness itself. Even if one of the twisted creatures were to make its way into the burrow, the intermingled, floating crystals of its inhabitants would make for a sharp welcome, to say nothing of the magic these relics bestowed upon their hosts. Against the cold, however, the den was perhaps most effective in its defense; stirred by the warmth and the breath of its small, mammalian

Short Stories

249 deviations

Literature

Untitled :

We're all going through life, struggling with our demons or embracing them... I met her during summer a few years ago... I was going through life, hardly... Life was such an unimportant thing to me back then, all I did was struggle to live, to feel alive because all I felt was just numb. I wasn't living only existing. I had basically no feelings, all I liked doing was listen to music no matter what I did, because otherwise all I felt was "suffocating".. I couldn't feel anything else, I needed music, it was my drug. I lived just going with the flow without trying to go against the current.I honestly considered my self dead. I was just roami

Chapters

330 deviations

Literature

Girl With Inferno

"Girl With Inferno." Mystaki's finest, in your opinion. Scry-blink portrait on a 4 by 6.5 rush sheet. Such a mind. No whimsical impressions, haziness, embellishment. Even the shadows on the floor correspond to the fire between her fingers. I had my physicist perform some calculations. A master of reason, Mystaki. A connoisseur of objectivity. We don't know why he glimpsed her. Or even why he decided to perform the rites and encase his memory on a rush sheet for us to retrieve. Blinkers can't encase all of their memories, you understand. Each impression they craft chips away at their powers of recall. The winding decades of introspection most

Vignettes

57 deviations

Literature

Yumi's Profile

Yumi's Profile Name: Higurashi Yumi Nickname(s): Short-stuff, shrimp, shrimpo, munchkin, shortie, pipsqueak, etc. Epithet: "The Cake Monster" Age: 6 Gender: Female Nationality: Japanese, obviously. Date of Birth: April 21st Place of birth: In Kaede's village, during the Feudal Era. Birth sign: Taurus Height: 3'5" (104.1 cm) Weight: 46 lbs Eye Color: Amber Golden Hair Color: Gray-silver Skin color: Same as her father's. Race: Quarter demon Representative scent: Strawberries Favorite foods: Any kind of cake that tastes good (except chocolate cake), strawberries, as well as anything strawberry-flavored, Ramen, Oden, Broccoli (so

Character Profiles

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Visual Poetry

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Mature Content

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Girl With Inferno by DodgingTheBeat, literature

Literature

Girl With Inferno

Helsing - Two beginnings by rubyelizabeth, literature

Literature

Helsing - Two beginnings

A/N: This is one of my original stories I'll post for critiques. First I want to know is which of the two following beginnings draws you in more? I let out my held in breath when I successfully closed the front door without a sound. I held my coat closer to my face to shield me from the October chill and checked if at least a silver pistol was tucked in one of the many pockets inside. Satisfied, I began my trek through the pitch black streets of New York, looking in every direction every time I would round a corner. You have to be extra careful around this time. Not only is there the usual crime, but most creatures come out around this

What is nothingness? by AdineArts, journal

What is nothingness?

Nov 23, 2014

What is nothingness if it cannot be anything? It cannot be symbolic by black for black is a color. So next time you call it blackness understand this. It cannot be symbolized by a feeling for it isn't anything to feel. So next time you feel nothing, know that your feeling something. You cannot see it for it is nothing and without a form. So next time you describe it know that you cannot. It has no form of anything. then how did we come up with the idea of nothing? Can it be symbolized by the absence of something? But what is that something if it can be there to fill the nothingness? The conclusion comes to nothingness cannot be fil

Wax Poetic by rociobelindamendez, literature

Universe by rociobelindamendez, literature

Literature

Universe

The grand scheme of things, ready? We begin in your room, we zoom out to your house, your street, your neighbourhood, your city, your state, your country, your region. We continue to zoom out, a little faster now; oceans, mountains, deserts, waterfalls, ice lands, copious amounts of land, clouds. Suddenly we’re in space, we pass our sun, the milky way, the next nebula, stars, planets, asteroids, particles… Stop. In the infinity of the Universe, we’re but a speck. Let’s give this speck a shape, sphere? Ok. Let’s say it’s the Earths size –– so we can put it into quick perspective. In this Univ

You're an ocean in one drop. by rociobelindamendez, literature

Literature

You're an ocean in one drop.

You are not alone in this life. Take the time to realise those who may be counting on your strength, those whose heads fit perfectly on your shoulders, those who need your arms to hold them up. You may be one person in the world, but you could mean the entire world to another, in many different forms. Company is what it comes down to; someone you can be alone with, someone you choose to spend your moments with, people who are more than a chapter in your story, those who are main characters, those who move you, those who linger on. If you were really alone in this world, you wouldn’t feel alone; you’d feel complete, strong, immens

Inspired Prose by rociobelindamendez, literature

Literature

Inspired Prose

We all have things to say, most of us have something we really believe, or multiple things we could talk about for hours at a time; things that manifest themselves when you’re in the moment, when you’re not distracted with redundant information masquerading as truth and news. When you have a moment with yourself, and your life, and life as we know it is shifted into focus, put into perspective, you must realise how transient it all is. This increasingly dominant westernised way of thinking, and acting is not only promoting ignorance, and stupidity, but solidifying our stunted growth as humans and as our true selves –&#

Hide or seek. by rociobelindamendez, literature

Literature

Hide or seek.

The vastness of opportunity, is infinite. Opportunities are what others are too afraid to do, what others have not yet done, what has been given up on, open spots in the lane of life. We spend so much time doubting ourselves and our potential, while persistently patting ourselves on the back for accomplishing mediocrities that anyone could do. We diminish ourselves, we limit ourselves, we contain ourselves within confines that are entirely self - inflicted, because we’re too scared of what could happen if we actually get what we want. Fear dulls down your light, it feels like life holding you at gunpoint –– you can’t

Prerogatives by DodgingTheBeat, literature

Literature

Prerogatives

The morning has begun with the great beams ripping the clouds apart, brilliant and bold and harsh against the smoky vista of the skyline. Explosions rumble; the distant tumble of buildings folding inward on their own foundations rattles the mirror on my vanity. The reverberation of the ceaseless bombardment has been our church bell for some time now. My hair is a mess. Soot and the bitter tang of ionized flagstones drifts through the open-hatched windows of my morning room like martial perfume. Correspondence is spread across the desk, caught in the hellish winds that buffer the high and lofty walls of my husband’s twelve-storey to

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