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The Wall Behind Me by oomoony, literature

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The Wall Behind Me

I look at the wall behind me and it seems innocent at first. It's a lilac-y, lavender-y color, rather pretty, though the cracks and the wall can be seen, but then again, this is an older house, and it's nothing some spackle and re-painting can't cure. The door on the wall behind me is white, and leads to a small bathroom, big enough for one person, of course. There's a crucifix over the door. It's brown, with a little golden statue of Christ upon it, and he hangs over the door. Another crucifix, this one a little more ornate, hangs over the door that leads out of the room. This wall looks so innocent. So peaceful. Somewhat child-like. If y

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open letter to my first holy communion teacher by chesscakes, literature

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open letter to my first holy communion teacher

dear miss bond, you may or may not remember me. you taught me religion at my local church, we called it First Holy Communion but i always secretly thought it was brainwashing. you were so passionate about it, you seemed to make it palatable. it is only in later years, seeing what religion is, that i have recanted my faith. but you - when i think of you, i still feel my fingers twitching to bless the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost. i think of the lace squares that you would give us, your children; your flock, when we learnt a prayer. parrot this, child, and you shall be given pretty, clean edged doilies. white lace, it was rough on our finge

Dear Writer by EvilpixieA, literature

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Dear Writer

Dear Writer, I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free. I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more. It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I

you have a heavy heart by AndThenYou, literature

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you have a heavy heart

Are we still on the two sisters idea? No. Okay. What else you got? Maybe nothing. You have something, what is it? I've never written an argument. I've got nothing. You've had one though. You have you and your experiences and everything that defines you and its okay. I know. I'm scared. Does this help? Imagining someone to talk to? You seem real. ... And you're not there anymore. Okay. I can do this. Write for someone who looks down on everything I like. Write for someone who looks down on me. Shall we go over the rules? Don't write clichéd phrases. Do you know what that entails? No. I don't really like how writing has rule

86. Seeing Red by AndThenYou, literature

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86. Seeing Red

Jude was frozen for a moment, heart beating a sickly, erratic drum in his chest. Everything was chaos around him; he no longer had the slightest clue as to what he should do. He made the choice that seemed logical, that sounded like Al's voice in his head, and ran for cover, throwing himself behind the hovercraft that they had driven there. He pressed his back against the vehicle, panting harshly, cold sweat sticking to his skin, before quickly peeking out from behind the car. Susan was already down on the ground, a quickly growing pool of blood coalescing around her. The amount would have shocked him once, as would the lurid, bright color;

97. Safety First by AndThenYou, literature

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97. Safety First

"It's never going to work." Jude argued as they walked towards the lot Al had specified. "Pessimist." Charlie accused half-heartedly, "We don't know that it won't work. And that's better than doing nothing." "I disagree." Jude said mulishly, staring at his ragged sneakers as he walked, nearly knocking into Charlie, who had abruptly come to a halt in from of him. He lifted his head, a protest already formed on his lips, before the sight in front of him cut his words off. "Wow." Charlie let out an appreciative whistle. "Understatement." Jude said, staring wide-eyed at the sleek and luxurious vehicle in from of them. "I thought Al said we we

82. Can You Hear Me? by AndThenYou, literature

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82. Can You Hear Me?

"What about now?" Liz says in a almost indiscernible whisper, the softness ruined when she begins to giggle soon after. She had never quite understood the expression 'laughter bubbling up', but lately she felt full and happy, and she was laughing before she really knew what she was doing. Rich grins back at her, his softly glowing green eyes moving fondly across her face. "Still yes." He murmurs into her ear, his smile tickling her skin as he places a kiss underneath. "And now?" Her voice is softer still, barely audible to her own ears. "Yes." His lips brush up and down her neck almost curiously. "Though it behooves me to tell you, Elizabe

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Ice Cream and Vodka. by oomoony, literature

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Ice Cream and Vodka.

“So…” he drummed his fingers on my countertop, looking at me expectantly. “What would you do for a Klondike bar?” “Nothing. They’re a vile, disgusting part of the ice cream world that doesn’t deserve to exist.” I stabbed my spoon into a carton of regular, normal, Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream that did not come in a chocolate covered square. “You’re weird.” “I just don’t Klondike bars. What’s so weird about that?” I walked out of my kitchen and to the small living room, sitting down on the sofa. He followed me. I hated it when he did that. “Are you ever go

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July 12
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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Favourite genre of music: Anything really
Operating System: Windows Vista...ugh
MP3 player of choice: one that plays music.
Shell of choice: The Magic Conch.
Favourite cartoon character: This has recently been thrown into consideration.
Personal Quote: "I'm eating the chocolate instead of selling it. That's professional, right?"

Favourite Movies

I have a lot...Sweeney Todd, Across the Universe...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Beatles, Colbie Callait, Feist, A Fine Frenzy, Utada, Gackt, etc...

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allan Poe, JK Rowling, Anne Rice, Marion Zimmer Bradley...etc.

Favourite Games

Apples to Apples. Fuck yeah.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Playstation or computer

Tools of the Trade

Microsoft Word, Pens, Pencils, Paper, Colored Pencils, coffee

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oomoony

Jan 21, 2011

I'm either really super lazy or just...well, lazy.

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Alas, I still have not added anything new. I've written plenty, sadly enough. But I've actually posted nothing. But anyways. I have a wedding website! Yay! It doesn't have a lot of stuff on it yet, but it'll be updated soon. I promise. http://www.mywedding.com/zombiesharks/index.html   http://saturdaymorningparachute.blogspot.com/

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oomoony

Aug 7, 2010

Ok...

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So, nothing new has come up yet, and for that I apologize. *hangs head in shame* But last night, I was playing a game with my boyfriend, and our friend Shawn. We'd come to then last of the tiles in the bag (signifying the game was over) when Shawn handed me to the tile bag. I looked at Justin, and said that the bag was empty, and he said no it wasn't. I, being stubborn, rolled my eyes and reached in the bag and pulled out a ring. He got on one knee and everything, it was so sweet. I'm still squealing over it. So, I'm engaged. It's awesome. No idea when the big date will be, but it'll happen probably next year. Hooray!

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oomoony

Jul 12, 2010

Woohoo!

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I'M 21! I'M 21! Today's my birthday! Woot. I also know that I've been slacking off on posting, and for this, I apologize. I actually do have new stuff, but am without time for doing much/posting anything. Last semester I spent a lot of time writing for my journalism class, as well as my creative writing class. In fact, all of my classes involved a lot of writing, and I didn't really get any recreational writing done. A week before my finals, I moved in with my now boyfriend, and am just finishing moving my stuff into his house (and he just read something I wrote today for the first time, thanks to my mother). I'm just starting to get into t

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estallidos

Mar 25, 2012

thank you for the favorites!

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Jul 5, 2011

hell-on-a-stick

Dec 3, 2010

Wow, I came back to deviant art to find hundreds of favs waiting for me on this here DD: [link] I really appreciate you stopping by to look at it, i apologize for taking so long to reply, but about the time this happened, many other adventures began. Thanks again.

Poetrymann

Nov 9, 2010

You're welcome!

Hi!! thanks for the fave on "Lady Bluetterfly" [link]