|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
SkinOne day a young lady
Went into an orchard to pick the perfect apple.
She walked into the apple orchard
And was surprised to see a sea of gorgeous golden apples.
As she walked towards the center she saw people
Falling in love with the perfect skin of the apple
And taking it home for themselves.
The girl produced a small knife from her pocket
She plucked an apple from a nearby branch
And carved a tiny piece of the apple out
The apple was rotten on the inside.
The girl plucked another apple from a branch and carved a small piece.
The next apple was rotten as well.
She did the process five more times
Each apple appearing more rotten than the last
Just as she was about to give up
She spotted a single red apple.
It's skin was wrinkly
And browning just a bit.
She picked it up
And carved a piece away
The apple was fine on the inside.
Looked fresh and perfect for eating.
With a happy smile the girl left
While people still plucked the golden apples.
Out of the orchard she spotted a young man.
Turning TablesI'm the one they turn to
When the blade threatens to strike
I beg them not to cry
Beg them not to end it
Tell them there's a life worth living for
Depression surrounds me though
Seems like everybody I love has it
They're always trying to end it
It seems like nothing I say works
And it makes me wonder....
Why do I stay strong?
Why do I keep telling them to please live?
Why do I keep smiling when they don't?
Why don't I just give in
To the blade's sadistic command?
Just one cut
That's all I could do.
But if I do such a thing
Will the vicious cycle repeat itself
As another person begs me not to end it?
Damn you depression
You won't infect me again
But maybe just this once I can do it.
Just delicately slide the cold blade against my warm skin
Watch the blood trickle down my arm
Everybody else is doing it
So why shouldn't I?
The StarDust Wings part 1Chapter 1: Sly and the Light Bringer
The Eclyia Kingdom. A country where many legends of great heroes and villains are born. A world filled with many different type of magic. Magic plays a big part in many people’s lives. However, there are those who have made magic their whole lives, earning the names wizards and mages.
Most wizards and mage belong to different guilds from all around the world. Some guilds are more purer then others but one thing is clear: Each of them play a legend be born.
It was the middle of the night in a city as group of people were heading to a store while citizens gasped and stepped out of their way.
Course, many legends have to do with light…and sooner or later, those lights burn out. And when they do, darkness returns…
The group soon stopped in front of the store. Most of them looked like guards for some type of bar while a man with auburn hair, sideburns, green eyes, and was wearing a magenta tie, a black collared ligh
MLP: A Clever and Daring Misadventure
"Mommy! Daddy!!" The anxious little pegasai colt named Gust bursts into his parents bedroom at six o'clock in the morning, leaps onto their bed, and bounces up and down...using his wings as a boost, "Time to get up! Time to get up!!~"
"Ugh....Gust...." Soarin, the father of the young foal, mumbles while turning over onto his front, "Its...too...early...."
"No "Butts", young stallion...!" The grouchy Rainbow Dash groans and moans while tossing and turning in the bed she shares with her beloved stallion, who is beside her and trying to go back to sleep as well. "Go back to sleep...."
"Little Wing!" Rainbow Dash sits up with her eyes closed and tries to be calm to her little son, whom she loves so very much...but cannot stand him waking her up earlier before the usual time, "Unless this is important...go back to bed."
"But...today is...the book signing at the Library...." Gust's
Paper CranesI’m sure that everyone at some point in time has had a memory pop up out of nowhere from their past; like your brain thinks that going back over old thoughts and feelings was significant somehow. For me, between school and work, there is not enough time to think of anything other than the present, but on occasion I have a moment to dwell on these memories. One in particular has stood out to me for a few weeks now after my roommate took up the hobby of making Origami in his spare time. I sometimes watch him while I drink my coffee and I always think back to middle school.
I was basically in the center of the social hierarchy back then, which I was content with. I never had to deal with too much of the drama and I had a few good friends to graduate with. For the most part it was smooth sailing for me.
This particular memory had nothing to do with me really, though. It was focused around this one girl. Now don’t get ahead of yourself thinking that this was going to be the love
PMD-U: Frosty Festivities 1- Avalodge Bar“It really amazes me that the ambassador bartends in a bar,” I said while walking toward Avalodge Bar with Nikko and Elexania from Mystic Leaves. “I mean, I’ve always thought ambassadors are supposed to be someone with a poker face and almost impossible to approach.”
Nikko shrugged with his hands behind his head.
“What I’ve heard is that she looks nothing like an ambassador until someone tells you she’s one,” Elexania responded without looking at me. “I’ve never seen her before, so I don’t know.”
“The hell with the ambassador, all I know is that there’s a party for all of us because of her!” Nikko sinisterly chuckled. I sweat dropped and glanced at him and Elexania just shook her head.
Avalodge Bar is a lone building in the middle of a desert near Andalusst that’s completely made of ice. Amazingly, even in the middle of the desert they managed to maintain the shape of the ice and keep
Betrayal - RPYou're in the King's Army, and as you watch, your entire group of soldiers is being destroyed. A horrible monster, the greatest enemy of your country, somewhere between a supernatural being and a magician of some sort, is attacking. They were a huge threat many years ago, defeated by the current king, but a few years ago they made a return and began terrorizing the people of the country. They've taken the form of a huge beast, something barely human, and you're barely conscious after being slammed against a tree.
However, something changes when you hear the horrible creature speak, their voice ringing loudly through the forest - a forest that's been half-burnt to the ground, that is. The voice is horribly, terribly familiar.
Not too long ago, a few years, when you finally passed the squire stage and became a knight, you had a friend. They'd been your friend the entire time, but just before they took the test to become a knight, they disappeared. Of course, you mourned their loss, but y
Don't Ever Let It EndYou were sitting on the floor, next to the couch, because as she would say “We always sit on this, and is so damn cliché”. The videogame in her hands shows up a small puzzle for her to resolve. And you – You stare at her as she cracks her head and bites her lower lip while thinking about that problem.
- Hey! – She instantly turns her head and looks at you – What are you up too? Gimme a hand here, damn!
You just loved when your eyes met like this. The intense way she looks at you makes your breath run out for a moment. You lean your head to see the blocking puzzle, and your face was so close to hers that makes you blush.
A few more moviments here and there, and she suddenly gets alrmed with the mechanical sound coming from the eletronic.
- I did it! I did it! – she smiles and hugs you thightly. Her sent exhaled from her body, and she smiled happily for you. Her smiles were everything. So happy and innocents... Although you couldn’t see her
Growing Around- Kathy's New Puppy[The episode starts off with Kathy walking out of a craft store, she is holding a large paper bag with art supplies. She is also holding an open umbrella to protect herself from the heavily falling rain.]
Kathy: Okay, this should be enough for the class project today. [She looks up at the dark, cloudy sky and frowns.] Stupid rain, I hope it goes away soon.
[Kathy walks up to her car and unlocks the door. After she opens the car door and puts the bag into the car a strong gust of wind blows and tears the umbrella out of Kathy’s hand.]
Kathy: Oh come on!
[The umbrella tumbles across the parking lot and smashes into a cardboard box that has “Free Puppies” written on the side. As soon as the umbrella hits the box there is the sound of a puppy barking in distress.]
Kathy: [She hears the barking and runs over to the box, when she looks into the box she sees a soaked puppy.] Oh, you poor thing! Who would leave you out in the rain like this? [She carefully picks up the puppy,
Microfiction 1# Bright LightsBright Lights
It was strangely delighting to wear a dress. Night black silk, luminous white sparkles, and a flourish that could dance with the wind. My heels lifted me two inches off the ground; they were not comfortable but I was able to walk in them.
After an hour, I went through the process of taking a new identity and everything about me shined brightly. My skin was soft, my lips were red, and my hair was curly and bouncy.
From that moment on, I was an adult; I was ready. It was an unusual yet exhilarating feeling of freedom to step foot into the building as a young lady and not as a girl.
Truth be told, I did not enjoy the high heels and I could only walk straight as my feet started to weaken. The other girls felt the same pain, so they removed their heels as the night carried on.
Thankful for their similar feelings, I removed mine as well as I approached the dance floor. It was definitely a pleasure to dance. In the disco lights my body moved and swayed as the music took ov
Adventures of MK Moon and Hans Hoshi: ArtistCareful now. Hans thought to herself as she began to draw the scene in front of her in her sketchbook. MK was chatting casually with one of the Creators, absentmindedly twining her fingers through her braid. With a small smile Hans doodled, music playing in her head. It wasn't important that she paid attention to her friend's conversation, it was more instructions for them than anything else. She had grown bored very quickly and decided to draw, not wanting to bother the older teen.
Soon Hans felt herself leave the world. She said nothing as she drew, lost in the world of colors, music, and dreams. Her colored pencils and erasers danced across her white canvas, re-creating the image in her mind, the image she saw in front of her. She didn't think she was a good artist but MK always insisted she was. And though Hans believed her she still doubted it. But at the moment none of that mattered to Hans. All that mattered was the flying colors, the story the picture told, and
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More