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Chapter one: Ryder: Encountering beyond the path.
I got out of school, missed my bus and had to walk home. I didn’t mind, it was just for today, I had the urge to explore the trail in the woods nearby. Ever since I have started at my new school, there has been talk from right to left about this trail. From what I have gathered what people told me; if you try to walk the trail on your own, there are guardians who will banish you for trespassing. No one really knows what could be there but, when I heard it, I thought people were trying to scare new kids like me coming to Tampa. But, as it got to the point I heard the rumors more; I assumed maybe there could be something lurking beyond. I was willing to seek for myself anything mysterious or beyond my imagination. Exactly, what is there that’s so scary? When I used to live in San Francisco before I came here, there were numerous dangers that a typical city consists of for you to fear where you go. Walking down on my own, I envisioned the possibilities of what
ScarsIt was 3 days before my 12th birthday in the month of April. April 16th seemed just seem like any other day in 6th grade until in history class, I was called out to go outside. One of the teachers in the main office of my middle school reported to me, my sister’s college Virginia Tech; there was a shooting. Although she was not at the school at that time and she is alive, which I am thankful for she is here with me to this day. It was scary how she lived a few a blocks away from the campus and she knew a few of the victims closely. I love my sister and the thought of her not being in my life anymore, it would be drastic for me to understand she is not there anymore.
Then, in 7th grade one day I wore my Virginia tech T-shirt to school, there was a boy in my English class who asked me about my shirt. I mentioned my sister went to Virginia tech and I got this from her. “Was she there during the shooting?” he asked, I shrugged and I politely said “I rather not talk
How can you resist? Revised version (contest)It was a cool and breezy evening. The wind calmly blew on the way to Simon’s house. I was anxious to see him. He told me he has a secret to confess after that, he mentioned it was time for me to know what it was. Either way, I had a synch this could be interesting. Arriving to his house and yielding at the front steps, I took a breath hoping for the best. At my own pace going up the stairs then reaching for the doorbell, the pitched chime lasted for about a minute or so. No answer. Hmmm, do I press again? Figuring it would be impolite to redundantly beg for him to answer. He is probably busy or whatever! I took a seat on the front step and to pass the time to admire the unique and blended pastel colors of the sunset. Hoping at the same time he heard my arrival. A shiver of the cold got me like an arrow though; I comforted myself staying close to calm the goose bumps. Simon should be here by now and strange for him to be this way. Stepping up to the door for h
Epilogue for Tamesis Saunterer (WIP)Under the cloudy sky, late autumn and the wind swirls up the remnants of the leaves; Simon's warm hand clinging onto him. During our quiet time going further, Simon yielded to a detour and letting go of me. Standing at the entrance, leaving me behind and looking out into the distance "Ryder, do you remember this?" quailing with my jacket to heal my goose bumps "Yes, Simon. It's over you're free, right?" wrapping my arms around him and he pressed my connected hands to his stomach "I am free Ryder but, just looking at this Brings back memories I had from all these years" I hugged him "The only thing that remains are my powers " squeezing him against me, I didn't want to see him haunted by his past "I like your powers but, only when you use them for good" he gently unclasped my hands to face me, gripping my arms and staring down "So do I " he fondled my face "But, I'm still not normal enough " he puffed his lower lip, rolling his eyes away; I held his hand on my cheek
Prince Nathaniel (WIP)I was invited to see the Prince again; he eagerly desired for me to come. There wasn't much detail so, I assume to be in my best clothes as possible. As a middle-class individual, I didn't have much but, then yet again it's better than nothing. On my way, the pastel hands that stretched up in the heavens; dusk was approaching. At the gate, there was one of his servants standing guard; she saw me with appeasement and already opens the door for me without halting. I followed her down to the corridor "The Prince is in his other room" notifying in a monotone "Thank you, miss" I politely addressed her. Inside we were in the foyer, magnificently decorated with vibrancy. Strolling down the path, taking a right turn at the end; there were several differently designed doors. In the middle, there was one that was white; designed with vines and floral molding "You may escort yourself inside, the Prince expects only you and no one else at this moment" she knelt her head, as if I was the higher aut
Will I ever know? (WIP)Simon still frequently goes to the trail with his friends for these 'meetings' and 'something else important'. I don't know the exact details of why because when I first came to the trail, he and Donte forbid me to proceed. Whatever it is, I want to know... Taking the confidence to set up a hang out with him at my place, I waited patiently in the living room for his arrival. As the door bell rang, willingly to relax myself for him; I opened the door. There, he stood as his mellow self "Hi Ryder, good to see you!" he greeted "You, too!" I mentioned. I let him enter inside my house, the butterflies fluttered inside me "Simon, can we talk?" I asked nervously, he looked down at me "Uh, sure Ryder" he replied, we both headed for the sofa. Fidgeting with my hair and chewing on my nails, anxiously "Ryder, you seem worried; what's eating you?" he asked concernly. I took a big breath to find the words "Well, I-I-...I-" stuttering and came to a pause, he focused on me wanting to h
Depression This is about my depression. If you read this much, please read it all, it's a little insulting if you don't bother. (what are watchers for if not to look at their dev watches deviations?)
Thanks in advance.
I hate the people who just tell me I'm upset, or it'll all be ok, or I know how you feel- unless they are in the same bullet ridden, sinking boat in a sea full of hungry demons I am. The ones who tell me crying and self harming and starving is attention seeking, when in reality I'd rather hide away from everyone. Except I yearn for someone to be with.
Sorrow and an ache in my chest fills my day. My limbs throb in pain, every step becomes a chore. I cannot run, breath escapes my lungs far faster than I can drag it in. It feels like knives are stabbing relentlessly through my insides. This is not fake... This is real, and constant, but I've learned to live with this pain. Sometimes, it gets too much and I lie there on the floor whimpering, or I pass out fr
Unova Explains: Pokemon World Facts 1In the Pokémon world there are a total of 21 main regions: The "leagued" regions, or ones with a Pokémon League, are KoTo (Kanto-Johto), Hoenn, Sinnoh, Arkia, Unova, Kalos, Aeroic, Strikua, Exxox, Bellu-Tarin, and Werik. The "resort" regions are not full continents. Some have leagues of their own, but are not vast enough to be considered in Conferences and other tourneys. These are Holon, the Orange archipelago, and the Sevii Islands. These are often treated as training resorts for big-name trainers. The others of this group are simply without a league for various reasons. These are Almia, Orre, Fiore, and Oblivia. Lastly, the "uncharted" regions are continents that have been only slightly explored by the modern world. Ones like Torneir and Terrevene just simply decided to remain independent long ago, and thus are still out there across rough waters, still ruled by a king and queen and still living in what we would call medieval ways. Flaske and the Outer Boundaries are
How to make gourmet (In just 20 simple steps!)1. First; you get a pie. Any old pie can do, but preferably one with cheese in it. (Note: Make sure that it isn’t actually classed as ‘old’)
2. Wrap it in bacon. Make sure that if there are air-pockets, fill them up with batter and mushrooms and honey-chicken. Stuff like that.
3. Deep-fry it. You don’t microwave it, grill it, or bake it in the oven, you HAVE to deep-fry it. If it’s calories you’re wanting, then this is most definitely the way to go! Add batter for good measure.
4. Now you drizzle cheese all over it. This has to be done just after you’ve taken it out of ze deep fryer, preferably while it’s still hot. If you experiment with lots of different cheeses, you can make pretty pictures and a combination of tastes!
5. Now add battered bread-crumbs. The melted cheese should help stick it all together
6. Fry up some mince-meat, and put that on too. Note; this doesn’t have to actually be mince-meat mince meat, it can just be any
Hybrid Assignment For Western CivilizationWhat?
I choose to review the creation myths of the ancient city of Mesopotamia. I analyzed The Epic of Gilgamesh and Mesopotamia Creation Myths; Earth, Gods and Humans provided through the Western Civilization with Coursemate e-text. The way that the myths worked in ancient Mesopotamia were a way of recording the fleeting wills of gods and those who worshiped them in temples within large cities. Each temple was manned by priests and priestesses who were charged with the main care of the God who was thought to reside in this temple. The gods of Mesopotamia were many, consisting of many lesser deities with a main core of god and goddesses who were part of a pantheon or a family of close knit group who would lead and rule over the entirety of the land. The pantheon consisted of Enki god of the life-giving water worshipped in the town of Eridu at the mouth of the Euphrates. Nanna the moon god was worshiped in a temple at the Ur river where as in Urk a nearby town they wor
Tudo menos euÉ quando o silêncio me abafa que eu sinto que nunca estive a tempo no sitio certo; que nunca fui oportuno e perspicaz, que não percebi o tempo que o tempo leva a ser.
É quando o silêncio me agarra que eu sinto que nunca corri na direcção certa, no momento correcto; nunca nos instantes em que o devia ter feito, e em que nunca os devia ter largado.
É quando o silêncio me amordaça que eu sinto que nunca disse o que devia, quando e como devia; que nunca te disse o quanto gostava de ti quando era certo, e que nunca te disse que partisses quando era devido.
É quando o silêncio me engasga que eu sinto que nunca fui eu quando podia, e que fui outra coisa qualquer quando não devia; que nunca me mostrei a quem devia, e que me escondi na sombra quando a luz brilhava mais forte.
É quando o silêncio me abraça que eu sinto que sempre fui fugaz e que nunca fui inteiro; que deixei partir na corrente o que não devia, e
On Life with Dragons (Personal Narrative) It is the week before I move in to SFA, and I need a keychain. If I don’t get one, I will lose my keys. But the problem is, I have not the slightest idea of what I want on my keychain. I know there are some pretty cute anime- or Vocaloid- Legend-of-Zelda-themed ones out there, but I know not where to find them and neither do I know how much they cost. Probably a fortune, as far as keychains go.
We go to Walmart and find nothing. Legitimately nothing. Well, except for one, but it is a Duck Dynasty keychain. As I find Duck Dynasty unappealing, never will I ever watch that show, and never will I ever buy any of their merchandise. Next we head to Target, but on the way my dad decides to stop at Auto Zone to look for a keychain there. My family and I wander the store until I find the little end display—they had strode right past it, oblivious—and I scan their meager selection, albeit much larger than Walmart’s.
Ford, a pair o
True spirit within"The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That's the sound of being alive. It's your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it's all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can't-do-this, and can't-do-that's, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic."
― Brom, 'the Child Thief'
This quote from 'the Child Thief' by Brom, since I believe to take risks and challenges for what you believe are right. Not only is it part of life but, people shouldn't assume what is right for you otherwise lacks independence and belief listening to your heart of what you believe. When it comes to people who care about you, they just want to do what's best for you but, really they don't know you enough to empathize. For instance, if an adult expects me to be obedient for being good like them and I ask why; the answer is either 'because I said
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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