The sun shining brightly outside my window rouses me from my dreams. I stretch, my arms above my head, and try to fight the nausea that settles in the pit of my stomach. Another day, another 24 hours pretending to be something I'm not. The pain in my chest was tightly constricting, and was almost enough to make me never want to open my eyes again.
None the less, I dragged myself out of bed, standing up and stretching once more, forcing my eyes to open despite their protests at opening. I glanced down at my body with a sort of wistful hopefulness, and stiffled a groan; nothing had magically changed overnight. I didn't really expect anything d
“What can be more exciting than working with spuds?” my father asked me after graduation. I had just finished telling him I wanted to go to college. It was obvious he was perplexed, and obvious why. He never went to college, his father never went to college, and his grandfather never went to college. Most of the family had never even finished high school. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew for a fact I did not want to be a potato farmer. Mrs. Margaret, our school guidance counselor who was also our only English teacher, had me believing that there might be a better option. No, not better. Just differe
The last person I expected to see here was Luke. Don’t get me wrong; this wouldn’t change anything. This was still my job, and I was going to do it, with or without some snotty wanna-be rock star sitting at my bar. I was just going to march my way up there, relieve Lacey from duty, and take over mixing drinks until three a.m., like I always did on Tuesday night. Taking a controlled breath to calm my raging nerves, I walked up to the bar, refusing to look at the man with pitch black hair who’s eyes snapped to my figure as I turned the corner.
“Hey, you!” Lacey said, kissing my cheek in greeting, as she does every
Addiction Chapter 1-Amanda by Shadowfane2019, literature
Literature
Addiction Chapter 1-Amanda
Amanda
I would die for a cigarette, Amanda thought to herself, sitting in her senior English class, drumming her fingers nervously on her desk. She had managed to sneak three at lunch, and another two in between 5th and 6th period, but the urge to light up again burned strong in her veins. She shifted in her seat, uncrossed and then crossed again her legs, and glanced up at the clock on the wall. It had only been three minutes. She sighed aloud, and started to chew on her thumbnail, ignoring the teacher as he droned on about some book that the class was supposed to be reading. The Scarlet…something, she couldn’t remember right t
No one's ever made me feel as loved,
As you.
No one's ever made me feel as safe,
As pure,
As beautiful.
No one's ever made me feel worth it,
Almost perfect.
And then there's you.
You make me feel like the world,
Can't go on without me in it.
You make me feel like the universe,
Won't be right without my life.
You make me feel like the world is not worth seeing,
Without me by your side.
Only you,
Only you,
Can make me feel alive.
Nothing's ever mattered to me,
Until I met you that day.
And no one has ever meant so much,
As you have since that day.
And no one will ever understand me,
Quite like you do.
There's only you.
Y
No one before her noticed me,
And no one mattered since.
Whenever I needed her,
She was there in a pinch.
Her name mattered little,
And so she never gave it.
I ended up giving her one of my own,
And she poudly loved to say it.
She told me she was not from here,
And had to make it back.
But back to where, I never knew,
Assistance I did lack.
I did not wish to return her,
To that place beyond the stars,
The place she swore she came from;
I'd rather keep her in my arms.
I tried to dazzle and charm her,
Tried to keep her in with me.
But I knew deep down in my heart,
It wasn't meant to be.
Strange things began to happen,
To m
Cold thoughts,
Freezing my mind.
Cold words,
Circling me.
I feel your touch,
But there's no one there.
I hear your voice,
But you're long gone.
I can't breathe;
Your choking me.
You mock me in my mind.
This is my prison,
This is my tomb.
I escaped from you,
But can never get away.
You'll always be there.
And no matter where I go,
I can't get away,
Not even in my mind.
The sun shining brightly outside my window rouses me from my dreams. I stretch, my arms above my head, and try to fight the nausea that settles in the pit of my stomach. Another day, another 24 hours pretending to be something I'm not. The pain in my chest was tightly constricting, and was almost enough to make me never want to open my eyes again.
None the less, I dragged myself out of bed, standing up and stretching once more, forcing my eyes to open despite their protests at opening. I glanced down at my body with a sort of wistful hopefulness, and stiffled a groan; nothing had magically changed overnight. I didn't really expect anything d
“What can be more exciting than working with spuds?” my father asked me after graduation. I had just finished telling him I wanted to go to college. It was obvious he was perplexed, and obvious why. He never went to college, his father never went to college, and his grandfather never went to college. Most of the family had never even finished high school. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew for a fact I did not want to be a potato farmer. Mrs. Margaret, our school guidance counselor who was also our only English teacher, had me believing that there might be a better option. No, not better. Just differe
The last person I expected to see here was Luke. Don’t get me wrong; this wouldn’t change anything. This was still my job, and I was going to do it, with or without some snotty wanna-be rock star sitting at my bar. I was just going to march my way up there, relieve Lacey from duty, and take over mixing drinks until three a.m., like I always did on Tuesday night. Taking a controlled breath to calm my raging nerves, I walked up to the bar, refusing to look at the man with pitch black hair who’s eyes snapped to my figure as I turned the corner.
“Hey, you!” Lacey said, kissing my cheek in greeting, as she does every
Addiction Chapter 1-Amanda by Shadowfane2019, literature
Literature
Addiction Chapter 1-Amanda
Amanda
I would die for a cigarette, Amanda thought to herself, sitting in her senior English class, drumming her fingers nervously on her desk. She had managed to sneak three at lunch, and another two in between 5th and 6th period, but the urge to light up again burned strong in her veins. She shifted in her seat, uncrossed and then crossed again her legs, and glanced up at the clock on the wall. It had only been three minutes. She sighed aloud, and started to chew on her thumbnail, ignoring the teacher as he droned on about some book that the class was supposed to be reading. The Scarlet…something, she couldn’t remember right t
No one's ever made me feel as loved,
As you.
No one's ever made me feel as safe,
As pure,
As beautiful.
No one's ever made me feel worth it,
Almost perfect.
And then there's you.
You make me feel like the world,
Can't go on without me in it.
You make me feel like the universe,
Won't be right without my life.
You make me feel like the world is not worth seeing,
Without me by your side.
Only you,
Only you,
Can make me feel alive.
Nothing's ever mattered to me,
Until I met you that day.
And no one has ever meant so much,
As you have since that day.
And no one will ever understand me,
Quite like you do.
There's only you.
Y
No one before her noticed me,
And no one mattered since.
Whenever I needed her,
She was there in a pinch.
Her name mattered little,
And so she never gave it.
I ended up giving her one of my own,
And she poudly loved to say it.
She told me she was not from here,
And had to make it back.
But back to where, I never knew,
Assistance I did lack.
I did not wish to return her,
To that place beyond the stars,
The place she swore she came from;
I'd rather keep her in my arms.
I tried to dazzle and charm her,
Tried to keep her in with me.
But I knew deep down in my heart,
It wasn't meant to be.
Strange things began to happen,
To m
Cold thoughts,
Freezing my mind.
Cold words,
Circling me.
I feel your touch,
But there's no one there.
I hear your voice,
But you're long gone.
I can't breathe;
Your choking me.
You mock me in my mind.
This is my prison,
This is my tomb.
I escaped from you,
But can never get away.
You'll always be there.
And no matter where I go,
I can't get away,
Not even in my mind.
It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out
Because I just don't draw enough for a premium membership, that's why. Ok, guys, I'm not totally sure how many of you read through these and franky, it's ok. I don't mind being ignored. BUT on the off chance that you feel like making your opinion known, I have a dilema. I need a second solo song for a dance competition coming up next April. I have it narrowed down to 4 songs, of multiple genres. (I am nothing if not open minded as far as music goes lol) Thought about choreographing a couple of duets and group dance routines too, but let's not get carried away. First I need a group. ;)
Anywho.
The songs that I've picked so far are as follows
RULES:
1. Put Your itunes, windows media player etc on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name
How would you describe yourself?:
Industry Groupie by Chamillionaire [...Right off the bat, huh? Gonna show no love right off the freaking bat???]
What do you like in a guy/girl?
If I Didn't Have You by Thompson Square [Umm.....well, I do like the fact that he's always there for me? Is that what you're trying to say iPod? XD]
How do you feel today?:
Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold [Umm......Not qui
FAKE FRIENDS: Will say you need to invite them over more
REAL FRIENDS: Will invite you over more
FAKE FRIENDS: Will say you can call them anytime, but not answer
REAL FRIENDS: Will call you, asking angrily why you didnt call them
FAKE FRIENDS: say we should hang out more, but never know what to do
REAL FRIENDS: drag you along to things, no matter what you think, just to hang out
FAKE FRIENDS: tell you that if youre hungry to find food
REAL FRIENDS: tell you if youre hungry than to come over asap because they have plenty (even if they dont)
FAKE FRIENDS: will hope you find somewhere to stay when kicked out
REAL FRIENDS: will drag you to th
You are truly a talent. An inspiration. Not just any writer can make me cry haha! You are a must watch for me! Thank you and I'll be watching for new pieces 😄