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Fantazian Chronicles Part5 Ch9Soul Links ....to not be able to leave ones side or death is definite, is just.....
Nightshadow sighed and leaned up against the electric blue car, not caring that he was getting his back wet off the slick metal surface, and held out his hand as Solemn got out of the car. Light walked around the nova, and stood several feet away from the two and looked up at the clouds.
"What?!"asked Solemn when he turned and saw Nightshadows hand outstretched and directed at him.
"My ipod, I want it back."answered Nightshadow.
Solemn sighed and handed him back his ipod, "I guess it can't be helped."
Nightshadow looked down at it for a moment then closed his hand around it and turned his back to him, "See ya!"he said as he started walking away.
Solemn frowned, "What do you mean- you're leaving?" Light watched him go as he went, with a fearful and sad expression on his face.
Nightshadow stopped, "Are you deaf? Yes, I'm sick of this!"he answered and he began to run. Suddenly, as Nightshadow was in mid st
NightmaresWith the dreamscapes so vivid, and the nights i wake up with chills and fear, the times when i am hurt and the pain lingers long after i awake, i cant help but wonder. And hope that the next time i drift into sleep, such terrible creatures dont invade my world, clawing and dragging and nashing their teeth. Hope that the next time i do not die again, and feel the empty, hollow, nothingness that i feel each time i am eaten alive. Hope that i dont have to deal with the lingering pain of being shot or stabbed by a stranger. Hope that it will be the last time i see one of the people i love die, being dragged into the darkness never to be seen again. But hope doesnt do anything, it can not kill a beast, or make you forget. Hope can not help you across a dark hallway. Hope can not stop the nightmares. The nightmares are not all that bad though, they have meaning, and can tell a story. How you interpret them makes all the difference, and all the stories i can tell, incrypting my dreamscapes an
A Poem for MeDelicuos, crunchy and cheesy, eatin more then one i should take it easy. Why im write about tacos ill never know. I could eat tacos in the rain, sleet or snow. Writing this for stevie because i have a feeling she believes in me. Just for that i shall try plant a taco tree. Now wouldnt that be the day for you and me, when we can just eat tacos for free.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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