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He Never KnewI was so distracted that I didn’t step far back enough and accidentally slammed the door of his car on my own face as I exited.
“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned the next day, for the egg-sized lump nestled on my scalp. “How did that even happen?”
Well, as I got out of the car I looked back at your face for the longest short moment of my life, and one of your hands was resting on the top of the grey leather steering wheel and the other was on the stick shift of the car you worked for hours and hours and hours to fix it the way you wanted it to be with the subwoofers in the back and the blue lights underneath the seats and the bumper stickers on the back that said things like ‘will drum for food’ that really aren’t cheesy because if someone knew you, they would know how you can drum like your life depended on it while still making all the guys wish it was them behind the drum set and all the girls swoon with envious jealousy of your girl
TapeIf I tape this paper smile
over my trembling lips,
This crystalline heart
May finally part
From this hazy, heartbreak trip.
P. Ward High Ch. 1: Slumber Party Panic (Part #1)Adventures at P. Ward High School
Chapter #1: Slumber Party Panic
Fits of laughter wracked Fionna’s frame as she giggled uncontrollably, bouncing in the passenger seat of Cake’s car.
“Ok, ok, hold up. Exactly…what was his name again?” she asked, trying to suppress her amusement.
Cake frowned, gripping the steering wheel. “His name is Bubba.”
Fionna choked back another laugh. “No, his last name.”
The blonde freshman put a hand to her mouth, grinning underneath her fingers. “And where does he work on weekends?”
“His parent’s…candy store.”
Without being able to contain it any longer, Fionna burst out in another round of giggles, squirming under her seatbelt.
Cake scoffed. “Hey, The Candy Kingdom is the best dessert restaurant in the ci
AT Fanfic Preview: P. Ward High School Adventures at P. Ward High School
Background: This story is based on the concept that the Genderbent AT gang (and a few of the non-genderbent folks) is humanized and in high school! the series will describe the adventures of Freshman Fionna at Pendleton Ward Regional High School. Each chapter will follow the plot of a specific adventure time episode, but just translated into high school version. I will keep each of the people in my story as in-character as I can, I.E; I’m not going to change anyone’s personalities or randomly insert plot-changing OC’s. I hope you give this story a chance, and Enjoy! ~
Chapter 1: Pilot
“Hey, what are you doing?” Fionna asked, ta
Grounded.There are probably a hundred other ways I could argue to save the music department, more logical ways. I could talk about the importance of the programs that are being cut. I could argue with statistics and facts and numbers…but quite honestly, I’ve never been so good with numbers anyways, so this is all I have to offer: the story of how I found my passion, my grounding, and my lifelong friends.
This is my story with the Music Department.
Before I entered High School, I had been living without any kind of grounding. Before I had even turned six years old, I had moved houses seven different times. I had a parent divorce and remarry. Sometimes, it was a struggle for my mom to even find something to feed me and my brothers and sisters for lunch.
My life improved greatly when our family settled down with my amazing stepdad. Things were looking up, but even though I was physically grounded, I found that on the inside, I was still aimlessly floating around, not sure where I was
Adventure Time: Your Turn “Your turn to roll, Ice King.” Marceline said cheerily, throwing a pair of white dice to the bearded blue fellow. The Ice King caught them in his slender blue fingers and stood up, proceeding to dance around, his arms and legs flailing randomly in all directions.
“Ooh, baby, yeah! YEAH! Check out these slick dice-rollin’ skills!” with a final swing of his arm and a flick of his wrist, he tossed the cubes in the air and quickly sat on the ground next to the board game. The two dice landed with a small th-thunk!
Marceline, who was floating opposite the ice king, leaned in to see the outcome.
“Six!” she proclaimed.
The Ice King quickly moved his game piece forward, making a small clicking sound as he touched each square.
“One, two…um…three, four, five, SIX!” He slammed his piece down on the final square and then drew a card from the deck in the center of
Avatar:TLA COLORING CONTEST (Deadline Extended)Avatar: The Last Airbender COLORING CONTEST!!!
WE'RE TRYING TO GET AS MANY PEOPLE AS WE CAN TO ENTER! SPREAD THE WORD!
I've created this coloring contest so that i can have something colored by someone who actually knows what they're doing (because i seriously have no idea how to color).
Picture to color is here--------> http://lightning-lund.deviantart.com/#/art/Don-t-Worry-Sokka-360898030?_sid=6d33b102
Anyways, ON TO THE RULES! *charges forward with enthusiasm*
~Participants: anyone can join!
~Coloring Tools: A digital coloring system is preferred (such as Photoshop or Paint Tool Sai, or anything else you have. I'm not picky). But if you really think you can pull it off using traditional media (such as paint or colored pencils) then go for it!
~lineart changes: you may NOT change any of the lineart on the pic. I mean, you can still do line cleanup and take away some of the pencil shading if it helps you, just no major changes to the main outline. (EDIT: Refining the lines or going ov
FREE Writing Commissions/RequestsOk, so i needed a way to be able to practice my writing skills and at the same time, gain a little more recognition on DA. so i came up with a solution: FREE commissions/requests!
Ok, so technically, it's not a commission if it's free. But oh well, you get the idea!
So basically what i'll be doing is writing short scenes about your characters of choice. The characters can be your original characters, book or movie characters, or a combination of both. These are NOT short stories, just short scenes, so don't expect them to have a full-rounded plot with an antagonist and a protagonist and stuff. Just short little scenes. I am NOT a professional writer, just trying to improve writing skills.
these are completely FREE, they're just so that i can practice writing and get a little more recognition on DA. If you would like me to write a short scene for you, please send me a message or leave a comment with the following information:
CHARACTERS: what characters do you want me to write about? th
ASED - The Epic BattleA Story Every Day
November 22, 2012
Choose a traditional, classic subject for a 700-word short story: Vampires, Werewolves, Space Cowboys. An element of humor is suggested. Try to add in a special twist, or something unexpected that occurs. Complete in twenty-four hours.
"Why have you come here?" Brutus spat distastefully at the intruders. "You are not welcome here. Go back to where you came from."
"Gargle burble glop blob." The strange language of the little green men barely made sense to Brutus. He clenched a fist.
"No, it's not up for negotiation. Your kind is not allowed here." He took a stick off the ground and scraped a thin line in the dirt between him and the alien. His pearly white fangs gleamed in the moonlight as he flashed a wicked grin. A warning. "And besides, I don't think you would want to stay with all of us. Vampires don't exactly make good…"
Brutus paused to throw the stick behind him. Quicker than lightening, several dark-cloaked creatures lunged at the inanim
ScarsI’ve spent far too many years
painting on my skin.
In shades of red and silver;
I can’t find where it begins.
My medium takes too long to dry
and the mistakes will never fade;
placed upon me in white lines
that can never be unmade.
It’s hard to leave pain behind
when it is written on your wrists—
art I could never understand,
and couldn’t quite resist.
A permanent reminder
of things that I have been;
Sorrow lasts forever
when it is cut into your skin.
SuicideI saw his body in the forest
Moments before dawns bloom
A poor victim of the sky
Has fallen from the moon
I sought to help those broken wings
His blood stains red on skin
Through the darkness I sing
Calling out to him
Closer, his painful cries increase
I see a mess of blood and bone
But then a sight makes me cease
His eyes fade, blank as stone
Dead before I could even speak
Another soul I couldn't save
They jump for the release they seek
Leads them to an early grave
I saw his body in the forest
At nightfall’s beautiful gloom
A poor victim of the sky
Has fallen to his doom
Love LetterDear you,
I cant explain how I feel. I would say I love you, everything about you, but the words seem overused, their different than the feeling. Dont blame me for this. Its not my fault, youre- youre, well actually if I had to describe you in one word Id choose indescribable. All of you is beyond human comprehension; youre far more than a few mere vibrations from my throat. You remind me of a star, maybe youre from a far away star; thatd explain why whenever Im around you my palms get sweaty and how I heat up until my insides feel like theyre going to burst open and leave me scattered in pieces, I know it sounds gross, but the feeling of it is quite wonderful. Im stuck to you. I think its because of your eyes, theyre like some magical sticky glue. I just have to stare at them, into them, because even though you never say what you mean your eyes show confidence to what you speak. Its be
Everyone Can Be BrokenHow completely your life can change
Until who you were seems like a story -
Some twistedly unhappy fairytale.
There are truly good people in the world
But it's my belief that everyone can be broken
And the sickness in me wants to prove it -
Leave no one unscarred
Perhaps people so rarely ask for help because they forget they need it.
You've been in this room a hundred times
But do you know how many bars there are on the windows?
How many times have you cried
With no one watching?
About as many times as you've stared at your palm
And wondered if your future is really written on it.
Dear Mum.Dear Mum,
You might never read this, and well, that is ok. I guess I'm writing this because there is a stupid part of me that wants you to know me, the real genuine me and also wants you to love me for who I am, and to accept me no matter what.
You keep asking me for a real reason as to why I get so frustrated and short tempered all the time, well here is it, here is the truth.
You always told me that a parent's love is unconditional, that no matter what, someone's kid is always going to be their flesh and blood no matter what, and that deep down underneath nothing will ever change the fact that, that parent loves their kid. So why is it that your love and acceptance, approval and praise seem to come with so many conditions?
It's like I should be who you think I should be, and then you will love me, and accept me and approve of me and be proud of me, but if I'm anything different, I'm not good enough for you, in fact you even ridicule me, and make me feel bad about being honest about m
Forbidden LoveStaring deep into your eyes I can see it
These feelings are so real they want to break free from my skin.
You can see right into me
I'm an open book to you.
Your sky blue eyes pierce right to my heart
I could look into them all day.
But I cannot for love is forbidden.
And I know that this is love for they have taught me every feeling but this
It is more beautiful than any feeling I have ever felt
You take my hand and squeeze it tight
Knowing that they cannot erase our feelings
We hide together to talk all day
Afraid that they may find us
And wipe it away
But fear cannot destroy this feeling
I will break the law and Love.
Because I cannot live a day without you
We decide it is time to leave
We cannot hide this forever
So we lie down together and fall asleep
Forever in each other's arms
Forever holding my Forbidden Love.
Never Feel AloneNever Feel Alone
For those in need; help them
So they don’t feel alone in this sometimes evil and sick world we live in
No one deserves to go live a life alone or feel like they’re by themselves,
Because as a team, any group of people can fight on through this,
And with love they will prosper through these dark and critical times
Let people have someone to lean on, something that will help them moving forward
And help them return to comfort; so someone can comfortably live their life
Give them something to strive for and look towards,
Because with a set of goals it can give one’s life meaning
It can give a lost soul some direction
And with love and determination, we can get through this phase of testing,
Tests that will forever help mold us as people; difficult times will be our defining moments
And I know those that have lost or feel hopeless may not see this,
But there’s hope, there’s life; somehow, someway we’ll find positivity throu
Love LetterDear ______,
I never thought I would fall for someone.
I've seen people in love, and I've seen them go through the pains of heartbreak and rejection, so I promised myself I would never set myself up for that kind of wound.
I've seen people in love go to the other extreme, where they get stupid, get taken advantage of, get sappy to the point where none of their friends want to be around them, so again I promised myself I would never let my judgement be clouded.
I told myself that love, especially teen love, is fickle, false, and pointless.
And then you know what happened? I met you.
I met you. So simple when you look at it like that, one tiny sentence, three little words.
Amazing how much it changed.
It was not love at first sight. Love at first talk might be a more fitting expression.
Once I got to know you, I found you to be funny, smart, simply radiant, despite all of your problems and all of your pain.
Once I got you out of your shell, I was surprised, even taken aback, by how livel
acidic spatswhen the doors shut, sores strut.
glut of unwanted rot stored hoarse;
rut course cut coarse with rough words
and worse, drunk purged guts thirst
for slunk floors shunt up to junk shores.
she speaks in thrust pique and leaks lust
lunged husky at the dusk. fling peeks
and plunge bust coupled up with three piece
strung tongues. green gums gleam in unseen
wonder; sleek unders numb creep, tryst flushed.
flustered and hushed, stunned urge crumpled
drinks dust. swing sunk brings teeth to sweet
trunks and stings lungs. lurched, tumbled;
thunk thunder syncs slumbering grumbles
and gunk crumbs spit sundering grudge.
The Glass Girl.No one wants
the broken girl,
the shattered girl
with a heart of glass,
and if you ask
she'll never tell you
what made those cracks
in her shell of joy.
Because if you found out
what she went through,
what she spent to
get here today,
she fears you'll pray for
Because no one wants
a broken window
with spiderweb lines
all up and down,
or the leaky boat
with a chance to drown.
She WANTS to dance,
but haunts the corner
of her deepest darkest fear
She watches in silence
and quiet defiance
as the shiny new toys on the shelf
get picked first.
and it HURTS
because she knows that there's no appeal
in choosing the choo-choo with
one square wheel.
and she just wants to feel
like she is the same,
not a name
on a book
on a therapist's shelf
but her TRUE SELF.
And she wants to
kiss someone who will understand,
but no one
Because we've all got bruises
that set us apart,
but who wants the girl
with the bruise...
...on her heart?
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
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