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Just Like WineI ran as fast as I could up my driveway when I returned home from school. I hadn't had the best of days, to say the least. It was raining at the time, and I wanted to get inside as soon as possible.

It wasn't until I reached my doorstep that I asked myself, What am I doing?

I don't know how the idea came into my head. I don't know why I carried it out. Regardless, I threw on shorts and a t-shirt and sprinted to my back door. I didn't cast the umbrella in the corner even a glance as I stood at the clear glass separating me from the outside world. Water was cascading like a waterfall down from my gutter and it was raining normally beyond thatJust Like Wine2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

Two am.Two am is not a time for lovers, I know this now. Two am is for the lonely. Two am is when the car starts on the third try, when the turning of the engine sounds like a tear in the universe. It is when the road opens up in front of you, bowlegged and bare, and you turn off your headlights to let the night air bleed in.

Two am is for jumping the fence and smoking cigarettes on swing sets from your childhood while somewhere in the distance the lost lights of airplanes blink at you, on and off.

Two am is when the traffic lights switch over to flashing amber beams and the memory of your ex-lover's curves burn themselves into your fingertips, inTwo am.2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

Prosperity and Harm

As I gaze at this photo, I realize how strange it must look to some people, a waist high blue tub, papers lined on the edge, and two men holding a dripping wet child. It was my baptism, I was 10 years old. A year prior I had asked Jesus into my heart and this baptism was the moment when I became a “born-again,” Christian. I was raised in the evangelical protestant Christian Church of the Nazarene, a denomination that came out of the Holiness movement of 19th century America. This denomination believes strongly in “believer’s baptism,” meaning you are baptized after you have accepted Jesus’ salvationProsperity and Harm3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

Confined EnvironmentMy bedroom is very similar to an insane asylum room, it is exactly 2 metres wide and two metres long.
From the floor to the ceiling it is just under 3 metres, I am only able to fit a bed, wardrobe and shelves into my room, though luckily there is just enough space to fit a PC monitor and cables down the side of my bed.
The shelves are filled with Xbox games, DVD's and a 2 framed photographs; one photograph has been autographed by my favourite comedian, Lee Evans, and the other photograph is a of a my granddad playing at Arsenal Stadium in 1955, the game was Islington V Brighton, which is funny since Brighton now are by far the better team out of the 2, but that must have been a proud moment for my granddad, playing for his home town.
I forgot to mention that the shelves also have CD's on them, mostly music people wouldn't listen too. Except for maybe a few exceptions. The of CD's off the top of my head are mostly all Bob Dylan, though some do stand out, like the SteConfined Environment2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

OC Bio: Kylie Shaun:iconblue-Kplz: :iconblue-Yplz: :iconblue-Lplz: :iconblue-Iplz: :iconblue-Eplz: :iconblue-Splz: :iconblue-Hplz: :iconblue-Aplz: :iconblue-Uplz: :iconblue-Nplz:
Kylie's full name is Kylie Hannah Shaun. She's a blue-haired 12-year-old rich, pretty, flat-chested girl who does nothing but spend, spend and spend money.
She's raised by two well-known, rich couples and has two siblings (1 brother & 1 sister). Her parents' names are John and Mia Shaun. [I'm not saying her siblings' names for some reason]
Kylie's parents hides a secret and that secret is about Kylie's past. Her true parents sold her to them when they were newlyweds. Her true parents are so poor, not a single coin is in their pocket. Means, they decided to sell their daughter because they can't raise her and they desperately need money.
The Shauns gave everything Kylie wants that's why she grew up as a spoiled brat. They are very wealthy that they can go to any place they want OC Bio: Kylie Shaun11 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

My Life from Then to Now. [[PERSONAL]]my life from then and now

I’m graduating so, I wanted to look back at my life.

Some things may be vague, if not extremely vague. That’s because certain things are better left untold.

Reason I’m doing this? I think people don’t understand how much I’ve changed through the years. How much different I was seven years ago. The Nikki I am today is striking compared to the old Nikki. The new people in my life don’t know it either. So why not tell? Plus I’m graduating. It’s nice to look back and remember this stuff. And honestly, I just feel like writing it. I don’t do this often. Don’t My Life from Then to Now. [[PERSONAL]]1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

My cat's sad story - Please read and helpOnce upon a time there was a rainy summer day. Near to the Danube, like every summer, me and my family were in our little summer house. Every year there are tons of stray cats searching for food and places where somebody finally give them love. Almost black or grey cats. But on that day, on that sad stromy day a little desperated white kitten came to our garden. My mother realised the little thing. My mom's friend was also there and he said he just had painted some cats from black to white. My parents laughed and they brought me the little pet. I was watching TV. By the way I was 11. Waiting for high school* I was full of happiness and youngnMy cat's sad story - Please read and help1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

Homestuck OC Bio: Cyfres NarranSo, me and my sister decided to make a new OC troll since my batch lacks a few other blood colors. So meet the new, tree-themed OC, Cyfres Narran!
Cyfres Narran
Title: Prince of Time (since my batch lacked a time player)
Age: 6 Alternian Solar Sweeps (13 human years)
Blood color: http://knuckles009.deviantart.com/art/OC-Trolls-updated-Hemospectrum-373120768
Font color: Red orange (will explain why later on)
Trollian Handle: chlorophyllTerritory
Typing Style:
Pre-/Post-Sgrub: Perfect grammar, syntax and punctuation. Avoids using 'foul language'. capitalizes L, E, A and F.
Ex. Oh, Look REssAL! WhAt A bEAutifuL forEst!
God Tier: all lowerHomestuck OC Bio: Cyfres Narran2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

Umm... Hi. So, I was flipping Umm... Hi. So, I was flipping through old things on my computer from middle school, and I came across a memoir about my Grandpa I wrote when I was in Grade seven, and after reading it started to cry. Then, I wanted to find my mark for this. I looked around and ended up finding it. It was 104%, which really isn't possible. But it was out of 25, and my teacher gave me a extra mark. My LA teacher at the time even submitted it to the yearbook! It got in, too!
So, enough chit-chat! HERE IT IS:

Goodbye

Uncomfortable silence filled the car.
“Umm… Is he going to be okay?”
“I-I… don’t know.”
The awkwUmm... Hi. So, I was flipping 20 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Valla mejor amiga.Estaba tranquila chateando con las chicas, y laura estaba haciendo su tarea en un costado de mi cama. Todo iva bien hasta que Mari empezo a insultar a las chicas, mi enojo llego hasta un punto. Con rabia tire mi portatil en el piso, laura se avia sobre saltado, le dije que iria a matar a Mari, Laura me discutia diciendo que estaba muy debil como para salir de la cama, y yo solo le dije "Mari la insulto" ella me solto, y me fui lo mas rapido que pude pero me cai en el pasillo, Gabriel aparecio detras mio y me alzo en su hombro.

Gabriel: para donde mi señora?
Yo: a la cochera, iremos a por Mariene.

Fuimos a la cochera, Albaro iva a conValla mejor amiga.1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes

Why?Why does Monday come before Tuesday?
Why do Summers start in June?
Why do Winters come too soon?
Why do flowers come in May?
Why does Spring go away?
Why do people fall in love?
Why do we love if love will die?
Tell me: Why do I love you?

Why do the rivers flow to the sea?
If rivers flow; Why can't your love go through me,
Why does my mind feels so missed,
To be in love,
To feel your love,
Why don't I feel complete?Why?2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

BleakI thought I’d already experienced the darkest, bleakest time of my life – Christmas 2012. I was coming home from work and bursting into tears. I couldn’t cope with the smallest amount of stress or pressure. I felt like I was falling to pieces and so, turning to my doctor, I was signed off work 2 weeks before the Christmas holidays.

It took a long time to recover. Christmas was bleak, I spent most of my time in bed as sleep was my only escape from the pain of the depression, and held little joy or interest for me. I went through all the motions and did the usual things but inside I just felt hollow and empty. I didn’t Bleak2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes

AWell hi, this is an intro! I AWell hi, this is an intro! I just figured how to work devientart (im so slow) i introduce myself before i write or draw anything... my name is tigerneko (neko mean cat in japanese) i am 16 and am a otaku (idk if that should be a good thing or bad) plus i also take japanese (kyaaaa!!) But my main focas is dance, i am in competition and specialize in ballet. Soon there will be more stuff on my page so follow me! (Is it follow? Ive been on instagram too much!)AWell hi, this is an intro! I 14 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters

I have become cumbersome; whenI have become cumbersome; when the labor lies in looking at me eye to eye, you are reminded of my travesties. I am the the boy who looks like a man,sitting in a corner. The burden of my love, so called, breaking gentile hearts. And as the tiny pieces turn to ash I become a man, staring at my empty hands.I have become cumbersome; when2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters

Down the Rabbit Hole

I went down the rabbit hole a long long time ago. In fact, I am writing you from there now.

I remember the first time I read Alice in Wonderland. I remember being aware that a grown-up wrote it. And from this, I surmised that it was possible to always have a wild imagination. It wasn’t something I had to give-up when I grew-up.

This was HUGE. Even at that young age, I knew how important my imagination was.

It was everything.

It still is.

My imagination has been my truest friend and my most constant source of joy in this life.

I felt like Alice as a child. Actually, even now as an adult, I still feel a little like her. I do find thDown the Rabbit Hole3 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

GraduationSomewhere along Twenty-Third, I lost my way. The pressures of success and meeting the expectations of those around me weighed heavily upon my shoulders. Bent beneath the weight of my own thoughts and heavy emotions, I stumbled over a multitude of doubts and fears that littered the path before me.
What were once only bothersome pebbles beneath my shoes suddenly grew to the size of giant boulders blocking my path. Nevertheless, I pressed on. Through sheer force of will, I shoved my doubts aside and hurdled my fears, intent on reaching my goal. At the time, I really did believe I was striving towards something significant, almost insurmountableGraduation10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

how a movie gets to the heart of thingshe really turned up properly the very same weekend I saw the movie 'before sunrise'. in the movie, the characters meet and they can talk and talk, about anything it seems, but they have an impossible separation in front of them. to know someone inside and out, and to have them know you, well that is mostly a once in a lifetime kind of thing. that weekend we talked and we talked. we got to know each other soul side and to a lesser extent here side. we also took on a seemingly impossible situation. we had a time and place and learned even dreams are not enough to fully become reality sometimes. (insert sub-story about upheaval and sadness). afthow a movie gets to the heart of things13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

Whiplash"Whiplash"

It was a rather ordinary day when it hit me, mid-step and without warning. I'm not quite sure what sparked the memory. There must have been some environmental trigger that evoked my subconscious, allowing me one of those rare insights into the depths of memory, opening my mind to delve into matters of the past that were so far gone, I wasn't aware that I had forgotten them. It caused world to stop turning for a moment and the colors around me to blur together like a van Gogh. The air in my lungs was in a strange state if equilibrium, neither moving in nor flooding out, but I found myself too shocked to want for oxygen. My fooWhiplash22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes

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