|I apologize for the lack of deviations.|
Waffles saved my lifeIf it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here.Waffles saved my life by SpectrAbyss
You came and talked to me. Just talked.
About basically nothing, really. But it got my mind off it all.
It made me smile, even though I had just been crying.
I didn't even think about taking out that knife again after you left either.
You had only come here because you needed to eat and wanted freakin' waffles.
You could have gotten food from upstairs but the waffles were down here with me.
Thank God for you wanting waffles, because that saved my life last night.
Side EffectsThey're everywhere she goes. There's no escaping them. She's trapped in their hands and has no way to wriggle her way free from their grasp.Side Effects by SpectrAbyss
Everywhere she looks, she believes that they're there. They're going to hurt her. Even if she constantly looks over her shoulders, has someone with her for protection, or tries to make herself believe that they're truly not real, she's still scared. To her, they are there. She can hear them. She can almost feel them. She swears she sees them. They invade her mind and dreams. They are always there. And if she's ever really alone, she knows they'll try to kill her. They never fail to attempt an attack. Are they here for the revenge of her making them go away the first time?
What can she do? Why can't she make them go away?
Are these voices here forever? Are the shadows that follow, here to stay? Are the nightmares too?
If she stops taking the source, will they never return? Her only option is impossible.
What can she do? They're everywhere.
StaringStop staring this way. Don't look at me.Staring by SpectrAbyss
Don't you know how rude it is to have your eyes glued to my body? How wretched and uncomfortable I feel when you're burning holes into me? Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Questioning?
How can you do such a thing if you would hate this done to you?
Just mind your own business. Avert your gaze.
A quick glance doesn't hurt too bad but shooting that look at me is disgusting. It's painful.
I know what you're thinking. Stop it.
I don't want you looking me up and down trying to find a problem or thinking it's all fake.
Just leave me alone. Stop staring already! All of you!
Why do I have to be seen this way? I know as soon as you turn away that you'll be whispering about me. Please just be more respectful.
Don't make me the freak when you're all staring like one yourselves.
CowardIt would be so easy. Too easy.Coward by SpectrAbyss
I'm too sick of it all. All I'd have to do is go down those steps and reach the kitchen.
Two ways are there, almost on a silver platter just for me. It's just the decision between pain and none.
I'm too used to pain, it wouldn't feel that bad. No one could save me that way either. Maybe the other could be back up?
Sure, there are people who would miss me but they would move on with time.
The question is: Can I? I'm so stuck and paralyzed that I couldn't move if I tried.
I couldn't move on like they could. This would be my way to.
It would be one of my few selfish decisions and don't I deserve to be selfish?
Sure, they'll cry but this could set me free. Do they really want me to bound down?
This would set me free. Cure me. Make everything feel better. Can't I have that?
To cut all the problems away, stab them out so hard they could never return. Take a few doses to ensure my departure and I'd be free, right?
I'm such a coward for running away like this. I'
Forbidden Letters Ch.5Forbidden Letters Ch.5 by XNocturnalLightX
"Dirk, can we catch a ride over to Bluebell with you? Both Reina and I can't fit onto my horse " I scratched the back of my head and my eyes focused on anything but Dirk. When he smiled, I couldn't help but peek back at him. Dirk was like another brother to me-- I'd never trade him for Phillip though.
"I guess I could switch my schedule up a bit and start off my deliveries in Bluebell " I hugged Dirkmore like squeezed. When I pulled away, he seemed sad but it was immediately replaced with his cheery smile and hopped into the front of the carriage. With the reins in his hands he looked back at me and Reina. "You guys can sit inside the carriage where its comfortable."
(A/N: Lol, like who really wants me to write about their ride up the mountain?
Okay fine, here it is:
The scenery was nothing less than stunning. WildlifeOh wait Lillian, Reina, and Dirk encountered the homosexuals of Konohana, Kana and Hiro, in the wild grass!
I probably lost a
Kitten says; Top 10 most annoying character tropes8) Tastes like diabetesKitten says; Top 10 most annoying character tropes by Kittengoo
What is it? These are the characters that try really hard to be cute. They are always politically correct, always do the right thing and are supposed to represent fragile innocent snowflakes of wonder. These characters are usually children or act as such, and the writer tries really really hard for them to befriend everyone or be liked by every living thing they meet. Other writers make these character speak in a 'cute' way like speaking in third person or replacing letters.
Why is it a problem? Oof, where to start. This trope is extremely annoying, and I see it all the time in pokemon. I'm going to try to explain without going in a full on rant on this subject.
Cuteness and childlike characters are really difficult to write. However, whenever I see a team with a high 'kawaii' factor I immediately lose interest. Here's why I think that this trope should be stopped or written better.
The thing is that most of the poke
Snow Angel - Chapter 1"The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone." Red read, looking at the newspaper doubtfully as he noticed a name under the sentence. "George Elliot", it said.Snow Angel - Chapter 1 by Masqurade-Chan
"In this case, it isn't sand But snow,"
Kotone hated the cold.
She never liked the way it made shivers go up her spine and large bumps appear all over her arms. Actually, she found it quite irritating. Doing all these times, she never appeared to bring a jacket. Though stupid of her, Kotone never liked carrying jackets around. The hood always got caught in her wretched pigtails plus, when she took it off, weighed it bag down immensely. So she stopped trying to bring jackets along with her.
Not bringing even a slight piece of material to Mt. Silver was even unspoken of. Though, Kotone still did it. She regretted such impulsive actions but looking back on it after several hours of shivering violently and