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I'm trying.
I'm trying to stay active and up to date on everything.
I'm trying to meet my reading goals that increase 100 pages each week.
I'm trying to write.
I'm trying to get straight A's.
I'm trying to stay on happy-grounds in my social life.
I'm trying to love and trust, but not enough to tear my world int pieces.
I'm trying to learn.
I'm trying to understand.
I'm trying to be kind.
I'm trying to make a movie.
I'm trying to write a book.
I'm trying to finish Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
But I'm failing.
I'm falling.
The pit comes ever closer.
The night presses around me, cutting off my shouts for help.
The void swallows me.
I turn.
I turn to the other side.
The side, that has no tries.
I stop trying.
I fail, and I get punished.
But do they seriously think that will stop me?
It won't change anything.
I'm part of it.
The other side.
It's become a part of me.
The night is evil now, instead of comforting and shielding.
My grades fall.
My friends abandon me.
I'm alone.
I'm alone.
I cry out as I realize what I've become, but this is all I know now.
Tears spill.
Hearts break.
But I'm alone.
And I'm a part of the other side.
I can never escape.
I'm trying to stay active and up to date on everything.
I'm trying to meet my reading goals that increase 100 pages each week.
I'm trying to write.
I'm trying to get straight A's.
I'm trying to stay on happy-grounds in my social life.
I'm trying to love and trust, but not enough to tear my world int pieces.
I'm trying to learn.
I'm trying to understand.
I'm trying to be kind.
I'm trying to make a movie.
I'm trying to write a book.
I'm trying to finish Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
But I'm failing.
I'm falling.
The pit comes ever closer.
The night presses around me, cutting off my shouts for help.
The void swallows me.
I turn.
I turn to the other side.
The side, that has no tries.
I stop trying.
I fail, and I get punished.
But do they seriously think that will stop me?
It won't change anything.
I'm part of it.
The other side.
It's become a part of me.
The night is evil now, instead of comforting and shielding.
My grades fall.
My friends abandon me.
I'm alone.
I'm alone.
I cry out as I realize what I've become, but this is all I know now.
Tears spill.
Hearts break.
But I'm alone.
And I'm a part of the other side.
I can never escape.
Hi Again
Sorry I've disappeared. I just kinda lost the motive to continue with DeviantArt. Sorry. But now I need to ask you to hold on and keep reading.
I'm on this thing called FanFiction.net and I love it! Mostly. I've been getting some hate on it from a guest, and because they're a guest I can't block them or report them.
The first time they hated on me was for one of my fanfictions that I took up for someone who quit. They said that I was a *blank* who was a *blanking* *blanking* attention-seeking *blank.* They also said to "listen to my mommy and focus on my studies."
They basically said a bunch of cuss words and told me to quit writ
The Thunder Shaking the Table
The moment when the thunder shakes the table you're drawing on is a very scary moment. Your mind rushes through all the possible things that could happen.
Earthquake?
Even if it's on the other side of the world, people still get hurt. People still die. Families and friends still get torn apart.
Tornado?
I think this one is self-explanatory.
Tidal-wave?
I've heard that these can shake land. But I live in Illinois so, probably not.
Hurricane?
What if the storm gets so bad the street floods and just washes everything away?
What if lightning strikes the house or a tree nearby?
What if, what if, what if...
The thunder
Happy Halloween!
So, hey guys! We've got a whirlwind of...stuff.
First, my dad is in the hospital. Not looking for attention, not in the slightest, but I feel that it's major and needs to be said. So, ignore any offense in religions, please say a prayer for him. Please ignore any religious offense.
So also, if you haven't read my other journal, The Gar'er, read it now. Please, do yourself a favor. Here's a link:
I don't know what to do.
Also there's the matter of the ILLEGAL THING IN MY HOUSE. Ya, apparently my saxe knife is illegal because it's over 6 inches. So there goes my costume. We would be facing a large fine (something to do with a two
Layers of Stolen Souls-Prologue
Please note that because I am stupid I do not know how to write stories on DeviantArt, so I use the journal system. It works quite well actually....
Hope you like this!
I looked around me. I was trapped. Cornered. Dead meat. The beast crept towards me and leapt. I opened my mouth to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound. The horror of the creature before me was too much.
Wait, was that a….roaring sound?
“It was only a dream.” I say, relieved.
I look around, and freeze. I had woken up, so this couldn’t be a dream. Flames eagerly licked at the door, and I knew I would never get out tha
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