| A character, bad guy, from my best novel series; the Sixth Element -^^- |
Writing
What is LoveLove and what it isWhat is Love
Love is a castle never a worry with safety, all calm, the whole world blurry
Love is a war filled with misery and strife love just may be the end of your life
Love is unique there is nothing like it nothing so bad or good if it's legit
Love is a powerful great force of nature nothing's so awesome of that i am sure
Thank you :bows:
by ~to285
Loving a LairSo you want me back.Loving a Lair
I'm not surprised.
I treated you like gold,
This decision is wise.
But your too late, I can't take you back now. I love you to death,
but don't ask me how.
You treated me like shit,
I was left to suffer alone. For your name was on, each painful cry or moan.
Yet this there is somewhere inside me, the faintest little part, that will always want you near me, that will always want your heart.
I couldn't live without you,
I never thought i would,
But you ruined all my trust,
I t
by ~BrokenKisses-XLover
Barely BreathingBarely breathing, Sing me a song, the music goes on, Stupid feeling, Love me so, I need to let this go,Barely Breathing
Stare into a window, Lock all of the doors, I don't want to listen, To this nonsense anymore, I watch you in the mirror, As your talking on the phone, I'll dress me up in dresses, And act like I'm alone.
Chorus : Can you see? All this anger that its causing me? This obsession, This attraction to depression, A little girl hides in your eyes, As you whisper all your lies. Soon there will be nothing left of you
by ~Strawberrie-Rain
New OrleansSo maybe there are too many flowers here on the ground, and in the cotton; weaving like lace through red dirt flesh. Sun threatens necks and marinates eyes; as balsa-spun bones tell laconic tales of age, creaking and groaning like old southern mansions. Mint juleps and almonds and peaches doze here, and Eve has her fingers stuck down Eden's throat, splashing sin and decadent fruits all over the city. Our voices are slow and warping in the heat, rising like egg steam off the sidewalks. Honeysuckle flowers bloom with tarot cards and suffocate the air with a drowsy nectar. &New Orleans
by =adahplatha
Calamity XIII Prologue Calamity XIIICalamity XIII Prologue
I could still remember those days.
The years of my childhood. The days spent as an oblivious little girl.
A girl content with her carefree world; where the only thing I could ever want was to be able to fly as high as the little red Robins that passed over our blue-roofed farmhouse. Its all I ever wished for in this world.
I
by *Suko-chan
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Photography
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Literature
Nobody Is Home--Ch 1 pt 2I threw in a few books, my homework, and a pencil. That’s all I would need for today; a typically eventless Friday.Nobody Is Home--Ch 1 pt 2
I lifted my backpack and brought it into the living room, setting it between the loveseat and recliner.
I stood there for a moment, deliberating what I should be doing. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth meticulously; twice. I washed my face with a wet washcloth, sprayed down with alcohol.
When I returned to the living room, my mother and Thomas were standing on opposite ends of the table, discussing something privately. I lingered by the refrigerator until they looked to me.
by *Belladonna170
Nobody Is Home--ch 2 pt 1The world of darkness that had swallowed me up and the world of reality seemed to twine together, and I couldn’t make out one from the other. I wanted desperately to answer my mother’s muffled plea, and my brother’s anxious shouts, but everything was blurry and disproportioned, and though I wanted to tell them I was fine, that I was just half unconscious, it was as if I couldn’t, and like I didn’t want to. The desire to reassure them was void and hollow, muted, something only a very insignificant piece of my brain wanted.Nobody Is Home--ch 2 pt 1
And then, when I came to, it was as if water fl
by *Belladonna170
Nobody Is Home--ch 2 pt 2 Samantha, one of the greatest people in my life, is more of a Jock than anything. All of my friends and I have different reps and personalities. Sam is a Jock/dickless guy, Kailey is, dare I say it, a bit of a slut, I’m known as emo and Gothic, and Bridget is the classically charming, devious, cunning, witty straight A+ girl of the group.Nobody Is Home--ch 2 pt 2
The day rolled along slowly, and I was prepared for each class. The thing that helped me survive my day the most was my brilliant friends, and the positive energy radiating from each of them at every angle. I had only two classes a
by *Belladonna170
When September Ends-- 2Over the next few days––before, that is, we were to leave on that wretched ‘extended vacation’––I dragged myself around the house, and around school, acting as if my whole world was ending in a matter of days. No one, aside from my friends who were as bad as I was, paid attention to me. They disagreed with such abrupt changes as violently as I had. I figured I was going to pay my parents back, so over the course of the rest of the week, I refused to do chores, or schoolwork, or homework. Unfortunately, for a long time I hadn’t considered that fact that I wouldWhen September Ends-- 2
by *Belladonna170
| I tend to write mainly stories or poems, but I don't mind taking a few commissions now and then ^^ |
My Belladonna
| This is my belladonna! I would have made it better if I'd had a smaller brush at the time. This isn't what an actual belladonna looks like, because a belladonna is a plant used for witchcraft, voodoo, drugs, poisen, ectetera ectetera. That kinda stuff. |
Newest
Scene givaway "Robbie..." Anjelica murmured, staring past the empty space before herself. Robbie looked up at her, sensing her distress. "Yeah, A.J?" Although, he knew already what she would say. She'd apologized so many times to him that it was no longer even healthy for her. Which was, of course, blasphemy; she was utterly indestructable. There was no matter of healthy or unhealthy for she--she was designed to be perfect. "I'm so sorry--" she began. Robbie cut her of promptly with a sharp shake of the head.Scene givaway
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by *Belladonna170
RunI ran through the darkness Ran and ran until my feet bled Ran and ran until my lungs caught fire Even though the road seemed endless I ran the road of TruthRun
Each sob aches Each tear burns Each slice leaves hate Each burn leaves misery
This I faced because I knew That truth was the right road to take But it held so much hurt And now I'm left breathless from running
I ran through the light Ran and ran until nothing else mattered Ran and ran while I took in the airs of happiness Because what lied ahead seemed worth it I ran
by *Belladonna170
Book of SecretsBook one: IngénueBook of Secrets
"My name is Kanako Orea, and I have done horrible things. "I have killed animals and destroyed plants.
I have burned down churches and destroyed people's lives.
I have killed both my biological mother, father, and step mother with ancient torture techniques.
I have once sold my soul to a dark master and pledged my allegiance to stand by his side. And killed him when I got bored. I have taken on suicidal missions for assassinations, and did so with glee.
I massacred a whole orphanage full of children.
I have destroyed a laboratory f
by *Belladonna170
Nobody Is Home 2The bus was just pulling up by the curb, the muddy yellow doors opening to let us in. The wave of heat was too much. After I took my seat in the farthest regions of the back of the bus––next to Bridget, of course––I ripped off my shirt, revealing my spaghetti-strap tanktop. I slouched in my seat, zipping my backpack open and shoving my shirt inside. Bridget snorted beside me, shaking her head. "You're worse than me. Shameless."Nobody Is Home 2
I sniffed, wiping imaginary wetness from my eye. "Tear." She chuckled. "You don't cry; on
by *Belladonna170
Nobody Is Home: official startPreface––BeforehandNobody Is Home: official start
It started out small, like a grain of sand stuck in the mouth of a clam. When it irritates the clam, saliva forms around the grain of sand and hardens. This sequence continues until one day the grain of sand becomes a big, beautiful pearl. The difference between my problems and the clam's was that someone will take the pearl out of its mouth. There was no one to get rid of my problems for me. Besides, my problems didn't become a shiny wad of spit that people wear as jewelry; it just grew and grew until I snapped.
I
by *Belladonna170
Substitude For LoveI traded fame for love, Without a second thought, It all became a silly a game, Some things cannot be bought,Substitude For Love
I got exactly what I asked for, Wanted it so badly, Running, rushing back for more, I suffered fools so gladly,
And now I find... I've changed my mind,
(chorus) The face of you, My substitute for love, My substitute for love, Should I wait for you? My substitute for love, My substitute for love,
I traveled 'round the world, Looking for a home, I found myself in crowded rooms, Feeling so al
by *Belladonna170
Ray of LightZephyr in the sky at night, I wonder, Do my tears of mourning,Ray of Light
Sink beneath the sun?
She's got herself a universe, Gone quickly, For the call of thunder,
Threatens everyone,
(chorus) And I feel, Like I just got home,
And I feel,
And I feel,
Like I just got home,
And I feel,
Faster than the speeding light, She's flying, Trying to remember,
Where it all began, She's got herself a little piece of heaven,
Waiting for the time when,
Earth shall be as one,
Quicker th
by *Belladonna170
LifeLife don't seem that fair, Because no one truly cares, About this life, A part of me is missing, And nobody will listen, To the pain screaming out from inside.Life
Looking through the tinted glass, How has so much time past? Don't know what I'm looking through, Don't know what to do, Am I looking through to more than just you?
Winning a life I never wanted, Obeying a being known as fate, Why would I care about a destiny, I don't want, This is the part of life I hate,
(chorus) No matter what I choose, Rejection follows m
by *Belladonna170
| I write and draw black and white pics a lot, as you can see. I try to submit deviations as soon as possible, and finish stories I'm writing soon as well, so as not to lose the readers from waiting too long. Enjoy! |
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Getting OnMy empty heart, too shrivelled to renew, ages too fast. I wear a black carnation, I mourn my withered soul. I think I knew what love was once, I knew it couldn't last.Getting On
by =AlecBell
Pieces MeantWe scatter our hearts over mantlepieces a red drip in the doorway like a lifeline.Pieces Meant
You take hold of the fragile threads and follow me into the dark.
We press our fingerprints against our reflections searching for meaning.
And you paint words with your fingertips against the glass.
We write our footprints into the earth under soft grass pillows and the skeletons of birds.
And you follow me with the pieces wrapped held tenderly inside your chest.
by =methylated-spirit
The Story of Winter"I have to give you something," he said lightly, looking up at the expanse of sky stretched as far as the eye could see. "That's the way these things go. A deal is a deal."The Story of Winter
"Right," I replied distractedly, wondering what he was gazing at.
"How about winter? I'll give you winter."
The night was cloudless. Inviting. I think I would live in the stars, if I could. I glanced at him, studying his profile. I wasn't sure if he was mocking me or if he actually meant anything he said. I would never find out. I
by =Auriethepixie
Chat Room FunCaleb: I'm not impressed.Chat Room Fun
Alopex: With what?
Caleb: Nothing, that's why I said I'm not impressed. Duh.
Alopex: Oh.
Caleb: Yeah, I know it might be difficult for someone with such a tiny brain to understand.
Alopex: Tiny brain? Oh, you're talking about yourself!
Caleb: No... I'm talking about you.
Alopex: Of course you are. *Pats head* Now why don't you sit down and have a glass of milk and a cookie, hmm?
Caleb: Mmm! Cookies! Is it strawberry milk?
Alopex: Certainly. And I have a huge plate of cookies in every possible type just
by ~Caleb13
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SarcasticJournal History
- Nov 20, 2009 Social Explosion
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- Nov 11, 2009 Not even funny
- Nov 9, 2009 Lately
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- Nov 7, 2009 Neon (if you're reading my stories, read this)
- Nov 4, 2009 DEFIANCE
- Nov 2, 2009 They broke up
- Nov 1, 2009 I'm Hungry
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| Let's get one thing straight; that was me ten years ago. I'm a lot older. And also, I'm not a "wannabe novelist." I will be a novelist in a matter of mere years. I joined Deviant art because I wanted to meet new people, see new things, and share my talents with others. I am a Jewish girl and my name is Ashley. I love god with all of my insignificant heart and live with him no matter what. I've always been a small-town girl, but I still have some pretty unearthly dreams and goals for my future. I, for one, want very dearly to be a novelist. I love writing, it is my passion and my obsession. I also want to be a good Jew for the Lord. And I want to travel the world. Every girls' dream! LOL I like goth stuff and dark things, but only to a point where it doesn't intrude with what is moral, right, and what my real values are. I especially love Visual Kei, and dress it almost every day. I'm labeled emo and goth a lot for it, too I listen to just about any genre of music you can think of--even some nameless genres. Especially Zen. Zen is six notches higher than Rock/punk. My bestest buds in the whole world are my friends, Layla and Megan. ~[link] I love them very much and am going to spend an eternity by their sides. I do everything with them and every week we have something fun to do. Also, I prefered to be called Ash: if you so insist not to call me Belladonna. |
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- Current Residence: Alaska-we don't live in fuckin igloos!!!
- Interests: Writing, reading, and Drawing AND LOTS OF ANIME AND MANGA!
- Favourite band or musician: Linkin Park, Green Day, Goo Goo Dolls, Sarah Mclachlan, The Veronicas, Evanescence, Flyleaf, Muse
- Favourite genre of music: All
- Favourite artist: I favor no one specifically. everyone is a good artist to me.
- Favourite poet or writer: Jerry Spenelli, Stephenie meyer, Ben Mikaelson, and more!
- Favourite style of art: Gothic/punk, or calm, serene, and soothing
- Operating System: Xbox
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod Touch
- Wallpaper of choice: Angel of Darkness
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy! Kingdom Hearts! and Assassin's Creed!
- Favourite cartoon character: Cloud Strife, Tifa Lockhart, Sora, and Kairi
- Personal Quote: I fear not Death.... Death fears me....
- Email: ashgirl@mindless.com
The True Meaning of Writing
| I write for the same reason I breathe: if I didn't, I would die." --Isaac Asimov "Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald. "Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow. "The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." --Anaïs Nin Many look at writing as a form of communication, or a jubble of interpretable symbols. But we novelists--and writers--of all ages know better than to go along with this dull, oppinionated description. Only those of us who slave to words wholeheartedly understand. [link] [link] [link] [link] Writing stories is something that cannot be taught or learned. It is a practice, amd comes naturally like breathing. Some have the touch, some don't. People who are thoughtful, quiet, open minded, poetic, or even adventurous are the ones who we see won't put the pencil down. They look at life from every angle, and the angles no one else chooses to look at. When we write, we write with our hearts and minds. We let the words flow, let them come to us like errant thoughts. It's second nature. Just like creating plots; suddenly a plot or scene just pops in your head, and won't go away until you let it come out. Music is often a way to open yourself to writing. It takes you places and helps you find those lost words. Stephenie Meyer. Isaac Asimov. L.J Smith. Kristen Cast. Mercedes Lacky. Not just music--Evanesence, Linkin Park, the Fray. But uplifting, majestic, breathtaking rythms of sentimental value. And then are out characters. I speak only for Ashley Rose Campbell when I say that my characters...come to me. They come and ask me to write their stories, and I never turn them down. And once I accept them into my heart and mind, then we become one. I don't create them. And when we remenice and converse, I can literally feel their presence nearby. They are what they are--black, white, human, alien. So the story is their's--I just show the world. And when their story is done being written, I won't be the only one able to see them. Kate, Kevin, Kagomai, Chemico, Hanajima, Angelica, Rain, Vexis, Amber, Avril, and all the rest of my brilliant friends. So when you see a crazy person talking to the air beside them, understand that they're not crazy; they're a writer. So what is writing? It is literature. It is art. It is Poetry. It is novelism. It is a way of life. |
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-I don't fear Death...Death fears me...
-The best of us find happiness in misery.
-Make the best of what you have, even if all you have is nothing...
-I write for the same reason I breathe: if I didn't, I would die.
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-I don't fear Death...Death fears me...
-The best of us find happiness in misery.
-Make the best of what you have, even if all you have is nothing...
-I write for the same reason I breathe: if I didn't, I would die.
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-I don't fear Death...Death fears me...
-The best of us find happiness in misery.
-Make the best of what you have, even if all you have is nothing...
-I write for the same reason I breathe: if I didn't, I would die.
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-I don't fear Death...Death fears me...
-The best of us find happiness in misery.
-Make the best of what you have, even if all you have is nothing...
-I write for the same reason I breathe: if I didn't, I would die.
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