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OverwrittenAlaine woke up in the bed, feeling detached. She stared at the ceiling for a while, lying on her back. She was feeling perfectly fine even if she felt a lot of drama happened to her last night. As she went to the sink to wash her face, she tried to remember what exactly happened. She couldn't. She decided she would give her memory more time to function better. When she raised her head from the sink to stare at herself in the mirror, her face looked perfect under shimmering water droplets. Not a single blemish, not a single line. Symmetrical, clean. It didn't make her feel good, just different.
She went into the kitchen and started slicing a big loaf of bread. She did that every morning, even on mornings she didn't feel like eating. She wasn't hungry today even though the bread looked inviting. She paused for a second and took a good look at the loaf and at the knife in her hand. That's when she felt his presence in the room.
"Hi Alaine." Alaine stared, trying to read Tom's face. He loo
Boundary of ImaginationSometimes you might dream about
A place you've never been
Write a story about
A guy who's tall and lean
Draw the detailed sketches
Of a non-existent machine
Or paint the sad portrait of
A fictious girl named Charlene
You can even make up a scene
With grass that's so green
But you can never imagine
A color you've never seen
Online RiotWorld, the time has come to
Push the button
World, my finger, is on the button
My finger, is on the button
Push the button
The time has come to
"H" sat in front of the computer as the beat shook the speakers. Her eyes were locked onto the empty screen. She was hesitating if to start it or not. What she would start would not be only the computer, but something that would affect millions of people. "Millions", she thought.
"...is on the button"
Her mind had a hard time comparing the number to the number of people she normally affects, or has affected her whole life long: Hundreds, thousands, then, millions! Rich, poor, intelligent, stupid, white, black, yellow, from all religions. Probably the whole world would hear about it. She couldn't believe what she was thinking: "The whole world" she had to say it out loud. She was 19, sitting on her butt, in her bedroom with her untidy bed and half open curtains, and she was about to change the world using a single machine. Her heart p
Haunted Photo Shoot -Anorexic Model's Nightmare1.5She was shaking. The white, thin dress was sticking to her body which was now alert in an odd way. Water droplets were shining on her and a tiny breeze was blowing. "It must be 'cause of the sleeplessness", she thought. She couldn't control her hair raising up. Goosebumps on her chest, arms, and legs, which were mostly bare. She must have looked like a mutated goose with no feathers but hard nipples. "A fat goose with a thick belly," Lia thought. She didn't know if to laugh at or break down at that.
She was embarrassed at the thought all the other models and crew members could be watching her in that situation. "No way," she thought, "not all people will be watching you all the time, you know that". She looked around to prove it and realized most of the models and crew members were really peeking at her. A hot flash joined the goosebumps.
How long she stood there till someone put a towel around her shoulders, she lost track. She jumped and looked at the intruder behind her in terror, e
Depression: Liver's Block vs Writer's BlockDepression is just like writer's block, but for your mind: Your mind rejects to write new and fun experiences on a life disc. If liver's block (depression) was described in Wikipedia, it would have looked something like this:
Liver's block is a condition, primarily associated with living as a profession, in which a person's mind loses interest in the ability to produce satisfactory experiences. The condition varies widely in intensity. It can be trivial, a temporary difficulty in dealing with the task at hand. At the other extreme, some "blocked" livers have been unable to live normally for years on end, and some have even abandoned their careers, which is life. Throughout history liver's block has been a documented problem. Professionals who have struggled with the affliction include Winston Churchill, former British Prime Minister and William Faulkner, American author It can manifest as the affected liver viewing their life as inferior or unsuitable, when in
Anorexic Model's NightmareSunlight hit her iris and gave her pupil hell. What kind of model would forget her brand shades in the morning anyway? She did.
She walked into the park with statues where the photo shoot would take place. People were all around eating, carrying things, sitting on the grass, lively and excited. Photographer assistants running around annoyed her. All other models moving around annoyed her. Sunlight annoyed her. She was sleepless, half drunk, hungry, and fat.
She met Arnold. Arnold was gay, or gayish. She didn't really want to know. She hated all men with red hair all her life long. Plus he had a red beard! Unbearable. He was the photographer she would work with that day. He was also the one who would be choosing the main model- the star of the shoot. Lia felt nervousness creeping on her. She was wearing a huge gray sweater, the only thing she found at her closet which was (half) clean and would fit her now-size-one body. She felt like a huge, disgusting, cheap and dirty potatoe. Arnold
Selfish Ignorant Human GuiltyI'll give you all the advice, courage and support
But when your gain is shadowing mine, I'll be quiet,
I'll pet you, love you, give you a name, keep you
But when I get hungry, I'll eat something just like you,
I'll grow you, water you, even talk to you, adore you
But when I go on holidays, I'll let you die,
I'll watch you on the news, pity you, will send you help
But others like you will suffer as I live my high class life,
You poor kid
As I sit at a cafe, someone will die
On my plate, there's a corpse
I think of that fact, drinking latte
I stole the milk from a prisoner cow
My hopes over your hopes
As I do nothing, your body gets full of holes
Dirty hands rule the world
My ass guilty as I sit on it, watch
No one blames me, though
Only I do
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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