53 Recent Deviations
For NoahWhose eyes did you look into beforeFor Noah by TheEmptyChest
yours closed for good, Noah?
Were the last hands to touch you
those of someone you trusted,
warm and familiar,
or were they the foreign hands
of a stranger?
Had you already left when your
body was tossed into the dark
or did it embrace you,
and you let go, knowing
it would be the only thing
that would ever hold you again?
Date NightForget the flowersDate Night by TheEmptyChest
and dinner for two,
let's spend a night in,
downing shots like the cowboys
in old Westerns,
bottles of spiced rum and vodka
clustered between us.
They'll be our centerpiece.
Instead of faking smiles
and covering awkward silences
with generic questions like
"where are you from?"
and "What do you do for a living?"
we'll giddily laugh over our
inability to form coherent sentences,
and once we've had way too much,
we'll go into sob-story mode, confessing
to the worst things we've ever done,
crying over how alone we are
and how no one understands us.
We won't be burdened by ulcer-inducing
thoughts like whether you'll call back
or if I'm good enough for your mother;
a successful night will be
staggering our way to the toilet
before we piss ourselves
and managing to not throw up
on each other. It'll be telling
the brutal but honest-to-goodness truth
without shame or inhibition
and ruminating on the stupidest shit
like the tiles on the floor
that seem to be spinning but aren
DifferencesI wonder sometimes, am I wrong to be meDifferences by DanielleDestiny
Is there a rule somewhere that says who I should be
Would it be better to just fit the mould
To follow the pack, and do what I’m told
Should I be defined by others opinion
Be content to fall into demarcated oblivion
Get a pat on the back as I quietly conform
Betray the person I was on the day I was born
Would I be happier being a different way
To have no beliefs, nor anything to say
Blending in quietly (if I was allowed)
With everyone else who hid in the crowd
Would it be right to feel so wrong
Just to be given a place to belong
To be accepted for that which I’m not
And lose my self-being, become a robot
If this is what we are made to think
Is it any wonder we are on the brink
Society wants us to live in the safety zone
To be one of the many, yet together, alone
Why do people, with chains and locks
Need to place each other in some conceptual box
Is there really something amazing to gain
By forcing us all to be treated the same
The Last DragonOn that winter's morning, the frost was biting and numbing on my hands and feet. I continued to trek on without protest, along with my father who'm I had been hunting with that day. We journeyed out of our secluded pasture to venture into the wild in order to hunt our quarry, and maybe even learn a few interesting facts about life in the process.The Last Dragon by thwackcrackers
One rule of life, for certain, was to expect the unexpected. We expected the frequent passing of deer, or the hibernating growls of slumbering bear. What we didn't expect was to stare into the face of a creature of legend and myth. It slowly slid its muzzle out of the frozen ravine, and studied us with eyes of flawless ivory. My father and I halted and he kept his finger steady on his rifle's trigger.
The quizzical glare coming from the creature wasn't a facade for malicious intent, rather for genuine curiosity and interest. With one heaving step after another, the creature, this dragon, slowly approached us. My father bravely shielded himself
Why Are You Still With Him?In the dead hours of the early morning, Joseph sat impatiently on his sofa, frequently checking his watch to count the passing seconds. Clear irritation and anxiety frowned on his face. His foot pounded viciously against the hardwood floor. Then, the soft clicks of tumblers reached his ears and the front door slowly creaked open.Why Are You Still With Him? by thwackcrackers
A girl fumbled inside, clearly striving to muffle her own movements as she closed the door behind her with a soft thud and tiptoed her way towards the stairs. Joseph switched on the lamp next to him, eliciting a startled yelp from the girl.
"Do you have any clue what time it is?" Joseph nearly bellowed at her, digging his own fingers into his arms to sustain his rousing anger.
The girl whimpered at the force of her father's bludgeoning inquiry. Her hand masked the left side of her face, and her right leg pivoted in a way so that it just barely hid in the shadows behind her.
"It's late, I know." She said, just barely sealing away the gates of her own panic.
Dear ArianaDear Ariana,Dear Ariana by thwackcrackers
I write to you to inform you that I am alive and well. My heart crumbles knowing how far away you are and even as I write this my tears stain the paper. Sometimes I feel like I can smell your perfume over the winds, and that puts my worry to rest. This war has brought with it much heartache and dilemma on both the moral and strategic ground and I fear I don't have much time. The dragons have broken through the barricades and are vastly approaching Shao Caelora.
But Ariana, pray, have no fear. We have fallen back to The Peak. The eagles believe that if we fortify our position enough we can make our final stand here. Doubt clouds my mind. The dragons outnumber us substantially and the army grows weary. My love, I need you to heed my warning. Shao Caelora is no longer safe, regardless of what the officers say. I want you to get the girls, go to Bayport Landing, and take ship to Gavania.
The dragons will not p
Orenmir: Chapter 1Orenmir: Chapter 1 by thwackcrackers
Grayson hurriedly squeezed through the narrow throng of gleeful townsfolk flooding their way out of the Archbell District. The involved labyrinth of streets slanted smoothly westward, tearing through a clustered thoroughfare of businesses and taverns, and feeding directly into the city's Port District. An assembly of banner-strewn naval ships proudly gathered in the harbor, returning home after a victorious and sanguinary crusade against the united city-states of Foloras across the Dark Expanse far to the west.
The unceasing quarrel which bloodied the waters of the Dark Expanse for five onerous years was hailed victorious and was ultimately brought to a hard-fought resolution. Even now, across the glistening ocean, the Folorasians mourned over their casualties and doused themselves in the reeking failure of pitting their laughably piteous navy with the mighty ships of the City of Oaths. With a dexterous slink, Grayson dissolved himself away from the roaring crowd, nestling attent
The Riddler's WoodUlureia trotted silently through the dense woodland which ran parallel to the blighted Barrens, a scorched patch of earth extinguished of shimmering beauty and life through years of magical and conventional warfare. The centaur youth exited her home at the tearful embrace of her sickly mother, who pleaded for her to remain vigilant and safe. It was the war over the Barrens, after all, that took the life of her father and many of her kind.The Riddler's Wood by thwackcrackers
Now, Ulureia was the last vanguard of her bloodline, a single ember of light burning in a dark world. Her ailing mother, who kept to the home while she was away, fell victim to the Goblin Rash; a malignant virus which seeped out of the devastated Barrens. Green rashes and splotches of hideous black marred her figure. Her bones fell feeble and her once vibrant heart seemed to be siphoned by the illness.
Ulureia could only pray for a quick death for her mother. No manner of magic of elixirs could cure this newly bred infection. A wet tear st
The Pit Fiend of the NessusGrayson poised himself proudly at the far corner of the circular arena. Pits of lava lined the exterior and the painful harrowing of demons fed through the many corridors leading into the battleground from where he stood. Across from him, his malice-driven, snake-bodied opponent slithered back and forth, eyeing him with those glittering, otherworldly eyes. Even under her soulless gaze, Grayson knew that even mariliths bled; even mariliths could be killed.The Pit Fiend of the Nessus by thwackcrackers
Her six arms hoisted an array of serrated, demonic weapons which vied to cleave, bludgeon, and gut him limb from limb. Her sinuously long and armored snake-like tail slid rather elegantly along the blood stained metal arena floor. Grayson patted himself down, a habitual examination he did before every fight. His obsidian-red plate armor moved with unmatched balance and grace. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn't sacrificing protection for the sake of agility unlike his rival.
To the side of both combatants sat a mighty throne
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