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Of Course I Talk To Myself P. 1You are such an ignorant idiot!!!
"I know I am. You have said that a fair amount of times now, thank you."
I can't believe it! He was right there!!!
"I know he was. Right infront of me. I can see a person who is infront of me."
"Ummm, Sia...? Who are you talking to...?" Fallia asked me, a worried look on her face.
You idiot. Why do you talk to yourself?
"Oh? So you want me to Terrance?"
What?! Oh no! Of course not!!!!!
"Sia...? Who are you talking to......?!?"
Ugh! Now everyone is going to think that you need serious mental help!
"Me, meaning us...."
You know what I mean!
"No actually, I don't. Would you care to explain~?"
Jesus this is going to be a long night....
"SIRENA!!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING TO?!?!?!"
Three Sisters~Chapter 16~
October 31, 10:18 at night. Halloween. When Alexander Keith Claws was born. He had blond hair, and big amber eyes. A little miniature Luke, but with different eyes, and a small piece of blue hair at the back of his head, curled, resembling a tail. He also had another curl at the back of his head, a brown one, right next to the blue one.
Two curls. Blond hair. Amber eyes. 7.1 pounds. 21 inches. Luke couldn't grasp that he had a son. Now, he had two kids. Nope, couldn't believe it. He never knew marrying Sirena would get him this far in life. Luke stared down at his newborn son, and cradled him. Kyra popped her head over his shoulder and smiled down at her little brother.
"When can I teach him softball?" she whispered into her dad's ear.
"He won't be learning softball. He will be learning baseball, and that won't be for a while...." he quietly whispered back.
Shattering CreationA glass heart broken,
shattered from another.
for a true love saying,
"I'll stay with you forever,
be with you forever.
Don't you ever,
The heart is pleading,
wanting to be,
put back together.
It knows it's so fragile.
Fragile as glass.
it doesn't care.
The glass heart is waiting,
waiting for another.
It wants to hear,
that true love saying,
"We might be forbidden.
Far away from each other.
But just you remember,
I'll always love you.
Don't you ever,
One little tip,
down goes the heart.
Shattered once again,
unable to repair.
Wishing now that,
it took caution.
It's wish is left unheard.
The glass heart,
is forever left alone.
Most of it's shards,
have gone missing,
The pain is,
too much to take.
It's tears come,
in small crystal flakes.
The Prince Charming,
it's true love,
is finally here.
Picking up the pieces,
ignoring the cuts,
and the tears,
in his once soft hands.
Different "Come on Elizabeth! Open up!" my mother shouted at me, banging on the door. I didn't reply. I only stared down at my closed laptop.
"Dammit! That girl needs serious therapy...." I heard her say, and walk off. I could tell even by how she was walking, she was ticked off.
Sighing, I slowly opened my laptop. Glaring at it disapprovingly, I watched it as it slowly woke up from it's computer slumber. I lightly grazed the keyboard with my hand, and smirked as my profile finally started to load.
Months of poetry. Months of stories. Months of drawings. And my science and or social studies teacher says I can't write a simple children's newspaper? That fool..... I thought as I scrolled though my documents of all of my poems and stories. I glanced over at my Drawing Folder, and patted it fondly. Mr. P would laugh if he heard that.
I sighed again, and ran my hand through my brown hair. Life was difficul
Three Sisters~Chapter 16~
"Duhhh.... Luke? Trinity? I think Sirena's water broke...." Fallia squeaked, hand over her mouth.
"W-What? That's i-impossible.... She's due for another two months!" Luke stuttered, tripping over to his wife's hand.
"Well, Nat can't help, she's still out cold." Trinity moaned, walking over to Sirena's hospital bed.
"Oh gods, what are we going to do? Yes Sirena will be alright, she'll heal herself, but what what about the baby?" Fallia hissed, rubbing her temples.
~*~*Sirena's Mind (POV)*~*~
"I HATE YOU!!" I shrieked, hissing out, words filled with fury. I shoved my father away, and glared at him, green eyes burning with anger. "HE'S TOO YOUNG TO GO INTO WAR! WE'RE TOO YOUNG TO GO INTO WAR! WE'RE ONLY SIXTEEN!!! YOU CAN'T LET HIM GO OUT THERE!!!"
"SHUT UP YOU STUPID GIRL!" my father howled down at me, and struck me with the bottom of his sword handle
Rode to IndependenceBombs are bursting in the air,
while the ash comes down.
The sounds of the guns,
is heard throughout the land.
Soldiers falling left and right,
they were all someone's son.
Proud men they were,
fighting on the field.
Sounds of the leather boots,
sucking in marsh land.
This war pointless,
taking away many lives.
A sixteen year old boy,
shot down in the ditch.
Running around him,
no one noticing.
An old lady crying.
What was the point of this?
Some tea thrown in the sea?
Some disagreement with religion?
Some words over leadership?
What ever happened to forgive,
Why do you finally agree,
that guns is the way?
Lost forever into the firing of guns.
No Messages '0 MESSAGES' it said. Damn. Wasn't anyone on? Nope. Ugh..... Stupid internet. Stupid Writer's Block. Stupid Artist Block. Stupid time zones. Stupid-..... Oh hey look, a message.
"GET ONNNNN" it read.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO" I replied.
"WHY YOU HATE MEEEEEEEEEEE??"
"I DOOOON'T. I'M JUST LAAAAAAZZZZZZZZYYYY"
"WHY YOU MAKE ME SAAAAAAD?"
"WHY YOU MAKE ME TIRED?"
"Aw hell naw!"
"Aw hell yes!"
"Damnit, just get online"
"I tried, stupid laptop won't let me"
"But I wanted to RP...."
"I know. I know."
'0 MESSAGES' the small icon read after a few minutes. I groaned and smashed my head into the pillow. Why does this world hate me? This stupid... virtual.... world. The real world hates me, too. What am
Three Sisters~Chapter 15~
Andrew led me down long halls and corridors. All had black and white checkered tiles, and blank white walls. Marble columns were posted every ten feet, with large vases of red roses infront. Looking up, I saw the roof was high up, and windows stretched from the floor up, golden rays of light shone through. Our small steps echoed through the empty halls.
"When's daddy coming home?" I suddenly asked, tilting my head to him, taking his hand in mine.
"Not for another week...." Andrew replied sadly, sighing. I frowned, feeling a twinge in my chest. I squeezed his hand lovingly, and he looked up at me.
"At least he will be home, right?"
Once again, I felt that feeling again. I slowed down, and then pulled Andrew to a stop, turning him to face me, placing my hands on his shoulders. "I know, want to go ride the horses?" I questioned him, a hint of s
AnchoredI'm lost and slowly drowning.
In a sea of endless emotions.
Being tossed and turned.
Oblivious to my surroundings.
I have no idea where I'm going.
I have no idea where I'm at.
Can anyone please help me?
Maybe find my way back?
I'm not going anywhere.
What should I do?
At least someone throw me a clue....
At least to know which way to go.
There are so many colors.
Different from the rainbow.
Down here is so perfect.
I might just stay here a while.
Wait, the colors!
Where did they all go?
They were here a second ago.
Where could they have gone?
Why would they abandon me?
I haven't done anything wrong.
Could I have just screwed up.
Like how I usually do?
I have to focus at the task at hand.
Someone has tied an anchor to me.
Pulling me back down.
It's so cold down here.
Wait a minute, where is here?
Anyone just help me.
See the world above.
I'm just so lonely,
and no one comes around.
I don't need you or anyone.
I stare at these chains.
Tying me to the floor.
Just Skinthe persuit for white skin is a madness..and who sell it are greedy....
I dont take bone marrow of small white children to get fairer...chinese sickos do, who see the world as a crab basket...I dont need, dont want white skin....I am enough satisfied by my skin colour that is naturally adjusting to climate
dont go...but I have to go..sister needs big house, gifts and friends to show off her brothers gifts...
brother sets out on a journey to win the world for her....but sister is not safe alone...there are invaders in house...arabs, mongols, africans..
brother is in journey to fight the demons dravidians......
brother cares for sister, she is loving by nature....sister cares for brother, he fights with everyone.....
but time is strongest, sister learns to protect herself and be strong like a man.....brother learns to love and respect other people.....
but the bond of brother and sister will never part...they are in memories and thoughts.....and kin...
Chance ChangeThe catalysm of rumourous non Aryan tricky communities in India caused a christian concern and religious war in historic India...
Europeans began spreading their genes and conversions on an alloted basis in a formation of discipline...the most affected were the Brahmins, so carry more european genes, but it became a concern of jealousy for those people who didnt get white women...a indisciplinary war between black and white, European and Indian...because of the insult of holy war...British could not stand the back fire beyond gangetic valleys...the distorted condition of the world and return invasion is that same old serpent...
The river Ganga forms the last natural expanse of Aryan and caucasian kin in the east and east-south...there the limit of Aryan and european expanse and relative freedom ceases..
As a matter of fact, I am also a kin of Gangetic banks Brahmins..Europeans are mixed and at defeat...Indians are taking the best European genes and are winning....someday Europeans will
Scorpio Facts 1scorpio: the scorpion
(October 23rd - Novenber 21)
The eighth sign of the zodiac is concerned with:
* birth, life, sex, sensuality
* passion, pushing boundaries of discovery
* regeneration, transformation, metamorphosis
* finance, investments, wills, inheritance
* hidden matters, secrets, taboos, magic
* collective unconscious, defense systems
* social revolution, reformation, change
ELEMENTAL QUALITY :
Scorpio is the fixed water sign of the zodiac. It
can be likened to still water that run deep. The
relentless power of water to penetrate and transform
even the hardest rock is an excellent metaphor through
which to understand the driving passion of the Scorpio
personality. Just as stalactites and stalagmites cannot
be prevented from growing, once started, Scorpio cannot
easily be deflected from his or her purpose.
SPIRITUAL GOAL :
To learn the meaning of selfless love.
THE SCORPIO PERSONALITY :
These are general personality traits found in people
who are typical of this sign. An
Female Artists and the Nude Male, Part 7: This is a continuation of the larger essay. My original plan was to post one more part after this one. Part 1 of this series can be found at my profile.
Aude Du Pasquier Grall was born in 1974, in Paris, France. Her photographic work has included pictures and videos of the naked male and has been showcased in a number of solo and group exhibitions. On a website found at this link the artist describes in English what she calls “Le Cycle Masculin” (The Male Cycle), which she has been working on since 1998. In part she writes: “With almost scientific curiosity, I am shooting portraits of naked men according to a very precise process: I am always alone with them in my studio, with a camera or a movie-camera in hand, other cameras and microphones being positioned on tripods around the room. None of them is u
The True Spirit of a WarriorIntroduction:
This story takes place in Japan in the nineteenth century right before the Meiji Era. During this time, Japan’s politics were being ruled by the Shogunate, which were led by the shoguns, or military governors. There were two political forces that were working against each other, the Shogunate and the Anti-Shogunate or Imperial Nationalist. Those who serve the Shogunate policy, protected the people and lands that were under a Shogun’s control. The Imperial Nationalists do not believe that the Shogunate is doing a good job. The Choshu, and Satsuma clans were part of the Anti-Shogunate policy, while the Aizu clan were part of the Shogunate policy.
In Japan, the family name of an individual would be put ahead of the given name. For example; in America, we would address the main character as Toshizo Hijikata, but in Japan, he would be addressed as Hijikata Toshizo.
Here’s a list of Japanese-honorifics, terms of addressing an individual, that are mentioned in
It's Too Far Work brain work! Why wouldn't it work!?!? I need to draw something. Wait, I don't like drawing. I love sketching. I need to write something. A story. A poem. Anything.
Music. YouTube? What's on YouTube..... I haven't seen this song before. Ooh~ I like it. Favorite~! What? I have 39 songs in my playlist? But.... but I like all of these songs. Wait, no not this one. Or this one. WAIT, I deleted the wrong one! WHY!? I really liked that one.... Uh, what was the name of it again?
Shouldn't I be doing homework...? Yes I should. I really, really, really, really, should. Hey look, a Message!
"Ciao" it said.
"Hei" I replied.
No response after. Same as last time. No no no no!! Nein nein nein nein NEIN!!! My lasagna...... It's.... It's cold...... My smoothie.... It's..... It's gone..... Thirsty. Ever so thirsty.....
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