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"RIPPER" excerptWhat follows is the account of Alexandra Kent as she remembers it. The year is around 1820. She and all others present in this account are vampires. The character known as Jack will eventually turn into one of the greatest killers of all time: Jack the Ripper.
She had been heading to the kitchen for a mid morning snack. The house had been relatively quiet save for the monotonous clicks and clacks of the great grandfather clock in the entryway. Every hour it chimed without fail, its featureless face marking the passage of time. The pendulum always swung steady, and she feared that once it stopped the world would follow its example.
But midway between the kitchen and the library (which was a rather long stretch of hall to cover) she had been ambushed by a strange shadow.
Bain pressed her against the wall, whispering in a mock menace that he would kill her if she dared move. Despite herself, she couldnt help but giggle.
Bain! she whispered, You scared me near to de
Lettre D'AmourMon amour,
Avant maintenant, je nai pas pu te dire ce que je re ressens pour toi. Chaque fois je te vois, et chaque fois que tu te parles, mon cur sarrête. Tu es ma joie de vivre. Tu me rends très contente, et tu m'accable d'amour. Je suis tombée amoureuse de toi le premier jour Où nous nous sommes rencontrés, et maintenant, jai le courage de te le dire. Je rêve de sortir avec toi, A la plage. Je rêve de marcher sous les étoiles avec toi, main dans la main. Je veux parler avec toi, pendant des heures. Les temps que ai avec toi, ça ne suffit pas. Il ya une chanson qui me rappelled de toi. Il s'appelLE La Vie En Rose. la voici:
Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose,
Il me dit des mots damour.
Des mots de touts le jours,
Et ça me fait quelque fois.
Tu es dans toutes mes pensées,
Starlight LyricMy sun would not shine,
Were it not for your smile,
My warmth, so cold,
Had I not your touch,
My purpose would be gone,
Without you to protect,
I would have no happiness,
Could I not feel your love,
Your essence flows,
In the air that I breathe,
So gently and warm,
My life has meaning,
For that meaning is you,
You are the beat of my heart,
You are my soul,
I love you
Before He CheatsBy this time you begin to think,
Envision things you cannot see.
For come tomorrow you will know,
On whether you were
Right or wrong.
Even now you wonder.
He comes home late,
Excuses, excuses, excuses.
Check his clothes,
Hand over your doubts,
Each day you wait gives him
I Never Meant To Love YouInside my mind…
Every thought blends into
Reasons to stay.
Maybe this was meant to be,
Everything is as it seems,
Never again will we
Talk among ourselves.
Too late, too late…
Over and over we say.
Love is like a tree,
Once it starts it continues to grow,
Veering off in all directions,
Each leaf a moment.
You may not see me,
Or ever care, but somehow I still love you, even
Underneath all that despair.
Moving OnPeople always tell you to move on. A lot of time those people have never seriously been broken. Then again, there are those who really do understand. But these people come in such small numbers that it is hard to tell if they are true.
Truth-such an objective thing, just as everything Is I suppose. Who's to tell us if we are right, wrong, or maybe so far off we may never be either?
There is truth behind everything, just as there are always lies left unspoken. We take upon ourselves the blame, the matter of if it's true or not aside. For we are selfish if we don't; self-righteous and self-centered. But if and when we do take it, we are told that we are wrong, and someone else then tries to take it. It really is a cruel cycle.
For the most part, those little hidden facts could be our downfall, the very thing that makes one see that we were right, that we are to blame. But how can we unveil these things – things that appear at just the right moment – without seeming like we are trying to
FailureI tell you that I failed again,
In the same old light.
Until we stand up again.
In the same old light,
Nothing is what it seems.
Until we stand up again,
We are surely lost.
Nothing is what it seems.
We are surely lost,
With no one to turn to.
With no one to turn to,
I tell you that I failed again.
Truth or DareI always picked dare.
It was the "cool" thing to do. I'd been told time and time again that it was lame to pick truth.
Whoever had pieced together this game must have had no idea what a rite of passage it would evolve into. Late nights at friend's houses – which our mothers thought to be "wholesome" and "good for them" - turned into long hours of pain and misery, torture at the hands of a thirteen year-old.
It was on one of these nights that Daniel Forbes asked me the question, "Truth… or Dare?"
The room suddenly became silent, every other boy held his breath in anticipation. What would I do? Would I take the easy way out and pick Truth, or settle for the consequences of the Dare? It was common knowledge among the seventh grade the Daniel was the Godfather of Truth or Dare. There hadn't been one kid who had walked away from a Dare without tears in his eyes. He was brutal, he was ruthless, and he enjoyed every second of it.
I paused for effect. I could feel every eye on me watching, wai
Gold X Reader - Sick
I ran as fast as I could. I was in in the Ilex Forest but Professor Elm called me back telling me something happened to my best friend, Gold. He wouldn’t tell me what besides to get back as soon as I could. I got there into the lab and one of the assistants took me to the medical bay once I caught my breath enough.
I soon saw Elm beside a bed where there was Gold. His hat, jacket and shoes beside his bed. He had a towel on his head and had his bands on top of it. “Professor, what’s wrong with Gold?” I asked.
“Oh right. I forgot to tell you. You rushed over so quickly. Gold passed out from a cold.” He said with a smile. The thing about the Professor was that he forgot everything after a while and he didn’t know how to word something. Of course this was only with real world things and not his studies. Those were nearly flawless like Professor Oak.
I feel to the ground and landed on the floor with my knees touching each other and legs going
Rin X Reader - Prey
So clean. So open and endless. The beautiful blue shade. The wind. All these things were perfect at this moment. The smell of the salt water wind went through my hair. The water and sand between my toes felt amazing. It was a perfect summer night and no one was here on the beach. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now. I fixed my pony tail and then was about to go in when I heard two boys talking. But I looked over and saw four of them and with my best friend, Gou.
“(Name)!” Gou said. I sighed and grabbed my sandals and jacket and went over to her. “Hi, (Name). Went for a swim?”
“Yeah. It felt amazing,” I said with a smile as I put my sandals and Jacket on.
“Onii-chan’s jacket?” She asked.
“Huh?” I asked and looked down. My eye twitched. “Why do I have his jacket? Wait that means. . .” I took it off and gave it to her. “Can you give it to him?”
“Why can’t you?
Umbreon X Eevee Reader - Afraid
I was kind of scared. I had to go to the Haunted Zone. I wasn’t too afraid but I was. It was the scariest place in all pokepark. I wanted to go there so it wasn’t so bad this time. After our visit to Frost and Leaf’s café I wanted to see Umbre again. I loved to see him but I hated to go see him.
This pathway was scary enough, with all the ghost and dark types around. Most of them were mysterious and scary but some were nice. They didn’t go in the other zones like the rest of the Pokémon in the park. And this pathway. It was so scary. It was pitch black and had dead trees on the sides. The light wind made an eerie sound from the trees as the Pokémon laughed making even scarier. With all this and it always being night over here, well it wasn’t but all the trees blocking the sun made it seem like it was.
I jumped when a tree branch snapped. I looked around me but no one was there so I kept walking. The leaves on the ground rustled and more laug
Where were you? (humanstuck, sadstuck)
~Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?~
Sept. 11, 2001
“Good morning ______!” Your neighbor smiled at you. “Hello Ms. Calliope!” Ms. Calliope was the kind old woman who lived next door to her. She was really the only person who noticed your existence anymore.
~Were you in the yard with your wife and children? Or working on some stage in L.A.?~
Your parents died many years ago and you lost touch with all your friends when you went off to college. And at 25 you still had no relationship to speak of. “It’s beautiful today! Maybe you’ll find the one.” She winked as she watered her daisies. You inwardly chuckled. “Yeah…maybe. Well I’m off to work.” She nodded. “Alright. Have a good day!” You assured her you would as you jumped into your car. A sigh escaped your lips and you pulled the visor down to look at yourself. Grunting is disgust, you flipped it back up and revved the eng
Link x Guy Reader - Scarf
It started as a normal day in the training camp in the guard’s quarters. The same boring techniques over and over again. I got tired of them easily but there was one trainee that I hated. His name was Link and he always beat me. No matter how much I trained, he always beat me and it pissed me off. Sometimes to the point where I trained all night and never felt like I was getting any better. The officer’s told me that we were equals but Link thought faster.
What was worse was that he hardly ever talked. Most of the other guys said he was shy but I didn’t buy that. Even the Princess came and watched him every day on her way to her studies. Everyone loved him and I had no idea why. So what if had wonderful flowing blonde locks and beautiful eyes that would remind anyone of the ocean.
I was sitting by myself as the other guards had lunch together. I was leaning against the side wall and relaxed. I got my ass handed to me by Link so much we broke my arm. Right now I had it
Suddenly “No, please stop! Don’t touch me! No!”
The girl shot up from her bed and out of her dream like a bolt of lightning. Cold sweat rained down her face, her dark brown hair sticking around her umber eyes. It had been four months since the incident but she still had trouble sleeping through the night. Her nightmares continued to haunt her, sometimes even during her waking hours of life.
“No…” she whispered to herself while tears formed in her eyes.
It had been one of those things people saw on Lifetime TV movies and read about in the newspapers, but never thought would happen to them. Her and her friends had stayed out later than seventeen year olds should, into the one and two o’clock hours of the morning. She was only two blocks away from her home and said she could make it by herself. And for the first block she had done so. But as the first c
Assassin's creed black flag x Siren! ReaderAC black flag x Siren! Reader.
Warning: this Series will contain Assassin's creed 4 black flag spoiler's!
There will be separated ending's. Swears and the such.
When you were a little girl you always listened to stories about "Mermaids" or rather Siren's as their called.
How they came to be and how they weren't real or actually were. You would stand by the tavern straining to listen too the pirate's talk about these half creature's.
Siren's were told to be beautiful creature's a woman's upper half while under the waist a dolphin's tail with fin's of many shapes and sizes would be there instead of leg's.
Siren's also had the most melodic voice's any would... could ever hear and could draw any man near to either take the life of a guilty man or grant a wish of one who was innocent.
But how can you tell?
Well it's said that Siren's were made by women being thrown over board by men in the middle of the ocean if caught and let them drown while other men would sta
TnM- Every Witch Way Cap. 6
Hola mi nombre es Maria Elizabeth Flynn, pero me gusta que me digan Marie me acabo de mudar a Miami, estoy en una de las mejores preparatorias del país “Dream High”,soy bruja , oh!!! Y no soy la única tambien mis amigas Samantha, Jasmine, Bridgett Y Destiny.
Y no saben como me arrepiento de haber salido según nosotras a la playa…
Thomas-siendo brujas su vida es muy rara –paro- y divertida *le dedica una sonrisa a
Marie-que esperas??!??!?! Vamos!!!!
Los dos salen corriendo…….
10:30 playa de Miami
Jazz- bueno ya llegamos asi que vamos a disfrutar!!!
Pero justo cuando se iban a meter al agua
¿?- ejemm –todos voltean- quedan castigados por haber infringido 3 normas del colegio…
¿?-sin peros- las voltea a ver seriamente- vuelvan a la escuela y quedan en detención por 4 dias
¿?- vamos!!- se voltea
Sam – puta –susurra y hace la seña .l.
Len Kagamine x Reader I Want You Too Much After Miku's entrance soon everyone else had cleverly found their way inside the Kagamine house, absolutely soaked and cold. Even Kaito shivered as he ate all five varieties of ice cream that were in the freezer on the pretext that 'Since the light's out then everything will spoil and the ice cream will melt.' A good hectic fifteen minutes had passed with the twins and (F/n) handing out extra clothes and coordinating bathroom use so that Luka wouldn't murder Gakupo for peeping, but now everything was settled and peaceful.
Since the lights were out candles were being used to illuminate the card game that Meiko was dominating but other than that or perhaps because of it things were peaceful. As the girl looked around from the sofa she sat on to see what everyone else was doing she found that she wouldn't mind if things remained that way for quite awhile but her wish couldn't be granted.
"Let's play something fun you guys!" Perhaps sick
The Ultimate ApologyThere is a dull, heavy feeling in the bottom of my stomachthe knowledge that I am a Bad Person. I cant swallow it down, I cant be Normal anymore.
I am not one thing or the other, not fish nor fowl nor good red herring. I am Selfish and Empty and I cant change that.
I think of what I could have with you and then I think of all that I would be giving up. I think of being a Failure. I am heavy with the weight of being wrong, utterly, unfixably wrong. I am wrong no matter what I do.
I am wrong for what I do to youif I were a Good Person I wouldnt tell you how I feel, I would leave you alone, I would walk away. If I were a Good Person I would work on changing myself, I would look at the faults in myself instead of those in others. I would accept the situation as it is and go from there.
But I am Selfish, Self-centered, Self-righteous. I am not Honorable. I have no desire to be honorable, noble, proud. I just want to be Happy. It is a nebulous goal, insati
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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