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One Night by this-silent-scream, literature

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One Night

Less than a month had passed. Long enough that the vivid memories were beginning to fade from their crisp-sharp colors. Getting misty around the edges, rosy where time brushed away the awkward moments. Short enough that it still hurt her to think about the way they'd parted. One last desperate, clinging kiss before she tore away. He'd followed her car out to the street, walking behind it for more than a block. She didn't turn around to look at him. Didn't want him to see the tears streaking down her face. It had been an accident. A bad idea from the start. Best friends for years she'd driven the six hours to stay with him for the weekend. G

Can You by this-silent-scream, literature

Rainbows and Butterflies. by this-silent-scream, literature

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Rainbows and Butterflies.

Another Friday night, another party. Erika Bianchi danced in the middle of a crowded room, the heavy beats of the music pulsing through her body. She was without a doubt the most talented dancer in the house. While most of the other girls simply did a thrust-and-grind routine her movements were fluid and easy, as if the music was part of her. More than one guy was caught by her rythym. The popular boys ogled her, more than one having had a taste of her affection. Erika wasn't a slut by any measure. But she enjoyed life and if she wanted to sleep with someone she did. Okay so maybe she was a little bit easy but no one forced her to do it and

Emily by this-silent-scream, literature

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Emily

She recognized him immediately. His hair was lighter, a few streaks of grey running through that lock over his forehead she'd loved to rake her fingers through. The beard was the same. The one she'd hated until that first kiss. Their eyes locked, bright clear blue and deep hazel. Years of memories passed between them in one glance. Regret, laughter, quiet hours in bed spent talking about their plans, nights watching bad movies and private jokes. A smile tugged at her lips and she lifted one hand in a half-wave. "Daddy! Daddy! Look what I found!!" The girl's voice rang out as she galloped across the wood-chip ground of the playground. Cupped

Alex Loves Mommy by this-silent-scream, literature

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Alex Loves Mommy

I hadn't been back to the house in years. Not because it held any bad memories. It was just too far. School had consumed my life, mom always came to visit me. Then there was my Europe backpacking days, that little fling with Stefan that had ended with me having a massive breakdown. A million little things. All that had kept me from going home was life. And everyone understood. I called and wrote, sent packages, postcards and pictures. That was all that was really expected. Life had kept me away. But death had brought me home. I remember the call. Mrs Evans had been one of my mother's best friends when I was growing up. I can hardly remember

Writer's Hell by this-silent-scream, literature

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Writer's Hell

Sometimes you just don't know where everything went wrong. You simply can't understand how you got to this place. Or why. I'm in one of those positions right now. The last thing I remember I was asleep, safe and snug in my bed with the covers pulled up tight under my chin just the way I like it. My cat asleep at the foot of my bed, purring contentedly as it dreamt of all the ways it could accomplish my demise. Now I'm chained to a chair, blindfolded. It's like something out of a bad horror movie. Except I like bad horror movies. That has to have earned my a spot in hell somehow. "So what are we going to do with her?" A voice, masculine and

I Remember by this-silent-scream, literature

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I Remember

Dear Boy-That-I-Was, I'm you, just from the future. Probably twenty or so years from now. I just wanted to write you and remind you of some things that you've probably forgotten. So here we go. I remember how beautiful Mom is. Don't forget that she loves you more than any other woman ever will. I remember the excitement school brings. New pencils and clean sheets of paper just waiting to receive my creative genius. Don't forget that learning is magical. I remember lying in bed at night, staring out at the window and whispering poems to the stars as they dance in the dark sky. I remember so many things that my head is too full for them. I

The Ring by this-silent-scream, literature

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The Ring

"It must have belonged to someone very rich." "Maybe even a Queen!" Two boys, barefoot and in tattered overalls stood in the middle of a dirt road, staring down at the ground. A ring glittered gaudily up at them, a big red stone set in a thick gold band with much smaller sparkly-white stones set all around it. "Stupid. There aren't any Queens in America." One dusty toe reached out to nudge the ring before jerking back. "Dunno. Maybe it was a Princess instead." The other boy seemed to accept this with a nod. "Maybe." Quiet reigned over the pair, two heads bumping against each other, one orangey-red and the other dirty blonde. It was a

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Deviant for 14 years
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A kiss from a rose

Current Residence: Under the Rue De Scribe
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Just right!
Print preference: Free :P
Favourite genre of music: Third time's the charm?
Favourite photographer: Heh.. We're back to not being able to pick!
Favourite style of art: when it's both visual and the written word
Operating System: Scalpel
MP3 player of choice: whichever one is working at the time
Shell of choice: Those tiny ones embedded into wet sand.
Wallpaper of choice: Something brigt and colorful and self stick!
Skin of choice: Mine!
Favourite cartoon character: GiR
Personal Quote: YOU try taking a handful of medication every morning and see how normal you behave.

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I can't pick!!

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See the above answer..

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TED DEKKER!

Favourite Games

Manipulation.

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Canon digital camera, Acer AspireOne, that crazy thing called Imagination

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RP, Phantom, various things that make people go 'huh?'

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this-silent-scream

Feb 15, 2010

How I Spent My Valentine's Day

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vA2k3ZKPIpc Click for music The saddest thing is you could be anything That you could want We could have been everything But now we're not Now it's not anything at all The hardest part was getting this close to you And giving up this dream i built with you A fairytale that isn't coming true You've got some growing up to do I wish we could have worked it out I wish i didn't have these doubts I wish i didn't have to wonder just what you are doing now I wish i didn't know inside That it won't work out for you and i I wish that i could stop this wishing and just say my last goodbye After all the th

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this-silent-scream

Feb 9, 2010

Inspired?

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I want to write something light and fluffy. I'm curious to see if I can do it. But at the same time... I've got a "Can You" that's been sitting since November. Bleah. Any opinions? Also... I don't know if anybody is interested in beta reading something for me. I have to write a 300- word essay for a school scholarship. I need somebody (Or several somebodies) to read it over and give me their honest opinion. Technical, I know. But in return! I'll write you a piece on your choice of subject. Or write a piece to go with one of your visual arts... Something.. Yeah. Please? :) In other news.. I hate job hunting. Filling out endless applications

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this-silent-scream

Feb 3, 2010

blink

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Wow..... It's been nearly four months. I did not think it would be this long. So much has happened. Intense shit. Stuff I don't like talking about. I'll give you all a quick rundown, you deserve at least that much after I up and abandoned my friends. 1-My job sucks hairy balls. 2-Boyfriends who live in mountains are not worth the aggravation. 3-Best friends make the best kissers. 4-School is worth it. Eventually. After a few drinks. 5-The red shoes need to be bought. 6-That moment when you realize WHO the stalker is.. You'll never forget it. 7-Elevator deaths are magnum opi. So I'm back. Gonna get back to my writing and try to be more