|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
98 - Puzzle - NNWM CharactersThere was a loud crash from the other side of the floor. A scream rang out, followed by three different gunshots from three different guns. Another scream was heard, along with the sound of a male cursing. Furniture was falling, and the clear and crisp sound of glass shattering followed after.
Wait. Stop. Were going to have to rewind to the beginning, arent we? I am Detective Victor Carter of the New York Police Department. Id tell you more, but that would counteract my short, sweet, and to the point personality that my wife says I have. The scene that you jut heard about was the murder of four different people.
I am one of them.
I can give you a few key clues about the murders; the victims were Alice Admiratio, her sister Genevieve Admiratio LEffroi, her husband Francois LEffroi, and then myself. Everything was in darkness, so I cant tell you what anyone looked like, but I can tell you what the building looked like. We were on the fifth floor of the
37 - EyesThe bracelet was only a few feet away from me. I could practically taste the money it was worth. The money that I could retire with, that would take me away from this wretched wasteland that was New York.
A click. I froze, a number of different scenarios running through my head as I wondered what made the noise.
A woman entered, her heels clicking as she stopped, looking right at me, and then grabbed her purse from a chair. I thanked my lucky stars that I wore dark clothing that was indiscriminate from my surroundings. I closed my eyes and went through a Sinatra song and a half before opening them and moving forward.
My feet slipped soundlessly across the carpet of the expensive room, and I hesitated before the jewelry box, not reaching forward lest I jinx myself.
Another door opened in another part of the house. I cursed silently to myself and reached for the box quickly, rushing inaudibly out of the room. Once in the hall I tucked myself into the nearest closet, my breathing becoming
13 - Misfortune13 - Misfortune
There is a silence as fingers briefly brush over piano keys before pressing down. She seems to perk up, and she smiles at him, clearing her throat to start.
Like a bird without wings/that longs to be flying.
Her voice fills the auditorium, a slight echo forming. He catches his breath, closing his eyes for a second.
Like a motherless child/left lonely and crying.
His fingers stumble over a key, and she turns, looking at him concernedly. He smiles reassuringly and she continues.
Like a song without words/Like a world without music/I wouldnt know what to do/Id be lost without you/Watchin over me.
Theres no question between the two who she dedicates this song to. She didnt write it, didnt do anything to it but change its key for her soprano voice.
I get so lonely when youre away/I count every moment/I wait every day/Until youre home again/And hug me so
Your NameI sketched out your name on a piece of paper,
But my mother threw it away.
I wrote your name in marker on my journal,
But I moved and never found it again.
I copied your name in the sand with a stick,
But the gulf carried my memory away.
I sprayed your name on a T-shirt,
But I outgrew it and donated it to Goodwill.
I penned your name on a card,
But I gave it to you, and wasn't expecting it back.
I carved your name into a tree,
But the next day a man came and chopped it down.
You pressed your name into my heart,
And never will I forget it.
Talking to GodHello God, if that is your real name.
How did You know my name?
I know a lot of stuff. I also know that you haven't been talking to me lately.
Yeah, well, I've got a lot of stuff on my mind. Like school and drama club and friends and my band and this guy…
Well, OF COURSE You know, You're God.
And, I guess I'm just way too busy for prayer. I mean, I'm an actress, and it seems that You don't like actresses. And I'm a singer. You don't like them either.
I never said that. Why do you think that?
Well, um, I guess I just listened to my friends and…
Yeah. And well, I guess that I didn't consider that You would like people with masks on. At church they always say that You don't like masks.
Sarah, when you sing or act you're not wearing a mask, you're showing your true self. And I like that.
Really. Hey, is that your phone? Aren't you waiting to see if you get that part you wanted?
Good Night GodHello God.
I wanted to talk to you.
I listened for you.
I waited for an answer.
I gave you one, but all you heard was…
The wind blowing, sweeping leaves into my path.
I waited for you to talk to me.
I was angry and pride got in the way.
I tried to reconcile you to me but all you heard was…
The rain, reminding me of angel's tears.
Are you there?
I'm right here.
In your heart, in your soul, in your thoughts.
Will you protect me God?
Of course, Sarah. You are my daughter and I weep when you stray off the path.
The path to Heaven.
Oh. Thank you God.
Did you create the flowers, the sun, the animals, the wind, and the rain for everyone?
No, Sarah. I created it just for you. Do you like it?
Oh, yes, God! Thank you God.
My pleasure Sarah.
God, will you watch over me while I sle
Silver Spoon "complete"I was born with the silver spoon in my mouth.
I was given the world, with a better chance to succeed.
But before I could use it, before I could understand,
it was ripped away.
That silver spoon was taken; replaced with a double-edged knife.
The world that I once owned now mocked me.
My success was unlikely; I was expected to fail.
So I stood up. I fought back. I laughed in the face of my enemies.
I'll be damned if I don't bring back what I once had.
Some say I don't have morals, others say I'm ruthless.
I call myself determined.
Slowly I have found others.
Others like myself, whom wait for their chance to shine.
But I say that I'm done waiting. Now it's my turn
to hold the world in my hands,
to show them my power.
For if I keep waiting, my window will pass,
And then I will fail.
But the others I found,
they are quiet, and submissive.
They do not fish for their chance,
like I do. I despise their slow gait.
Their quiet acceptance.
They become infuriated when I speed up.
Maybe I'm too rec
Omsk - 19191919
It was night when they came.
Omsk had been sleeping rather fitfully for the past week or so, since Kolchak had left for Irkutsk. He arose from bed that night, dreadfully thirsty. He paused, cocking his head to the side at an imagined noise before shrugging and sliding out of the bed. His linen nightshirt caught slightly on the bed frame, and he had to push aside downy coverlets to get it out. He slid on his slippers, stopping to warm his hands at the fireplace before continuing through to the hall.
Omsk stopped again, holding his breath and listening for noises. The servants would be asleep, and he knew that his Papa was away, so, essentially he was home alone. He idly wondered when his Father would come to visit, since Omsk was his new capital. At least, Kolchak told him it had been declared so. And it had to be; all of the Imperial gold was here.
He headed to the kitchen, humming 'God Save the Tsar' under his breath as he did so. He stopped by his study and grabbed a cand
Soft and WarmShe was soft. That's what Omsk remembers of the woman in his dreams. And warm, he mentally adds, sitting up in bed and leaning against the headboard of his bed. His eyes close, and he pulls his knees against his chest. He tips his head back, trying to remember the rest of his dream.
Warm, soft arms. She had been holding him close, saying something.
He shakes his head, trying to clear it. When the dream first started, he thought the person holding him had been his Papa, but Siberia had never cradled him like this woman was.
She had pulled him in, rocking him gently.
He opens grey eyes slowly, remembering. He cocks his head at the sounds of soft footsteps outside his door, and looks up when his door creaks open.
"Omsk, what are you doing up so late?" Siberia asks, looking vaguely concerned. He pushes black hair out of his eyes, watching the boy.
Omsk sits up and moves forward, slightly confused. "I had a dream Papa."
"Da?" Siberia steps into the room, worry lacing his voice. "A nightmare
Mahal Kita In my place
Everything slowly rises
And stars dying-
How they spread their beating souls
Into my hand.
Quick as silver,
Rich as gold,
Scarlett and scattered,
Is a single falling planet,
Into your fingertips.
And my skin,
A molten sheet of secluded spaces,
Photographed with stunning brilliance,
It melts for you,
And for you I would shine.
Oh so hard to think,
And to speak, to translate
What the meaning of this is,
Blooming and growing;
A lotus somewhere inside myself.
I want to tangle, to dance,
To swim into the sea of golden puddles,
To find my way through the sunflowers,
And into your heart.
And rolling feline skies,
Cannot be held anywhere,
But deep within ones self,
To you, I would speak of something
A Free bird perhaps,
Hanging from a wired cage,
Strung to the pooling opals of the moon,
Like a finely inked New Years scarf,
Wrapped snug around my neck.
As it f
Army WifeShe wakes to her baby crying
She gets up
Puts on her robe,
And hurries to her
She rocks the tender baby to sleep,
Thinking of her only,
Whos lost in midst of gun-powder
And bloodshed far away.
She sleeps alone on the right side,
Looking to her side empty and cold,
She turns away from his spot,
Closes her eyes for sleep,
But only feels loneliness.
She opens her eyes and sees her love
She sighs, its only another illusion
Another dark night gone by
Day passes, no letters for a week
She begins to worry
Her baby rolls around the floor
Shed get down,
But shes already on the ground
She holds her precious tight
And look out to the sky
How long, she wonders
Her feet are cold
Her eyes a watery
Her arms are tired
Her heart is fainting
She turns again, thinking to face
Theres his handsome face
She closes her eyes and cries
Suddenly his hand is on her cheek
He smiles, a rugged smile
Shes shocked and cries again
His side is no lo
It happened again.
In this world that's so beautiful
A rage bursts, and lives are gone.
Is this the world where we belong?
Lives so precious so dear,
Are no longer with us
Are no longer here.
What can be done?
What can be said?
To those left behind
Is it just sympathy we spread?
Or do we learn from what happened today
And pray that evil will go far away
Where do we go to, when our world falls apart
Turning to You Lord, that is the start.
For those who are mourning I want to say
Please remember; to God I will pray
For comfort, that comes so freely from Him,
And His perfect peace, only He can bring.
Pumping rapSlowly pumping beats in my mind
Making lyrics dat flow wit da time
Visual effects of a DJ mixing my rhymes
As I get in tuned wit da chimes,
It feels as though my music won't reach da street,
Coz rap is considered for da elitte
But i'll be trying to capture you,
Without trying to cheat,
By not using a Kwaito or House beat
My consciousness might not grab da crowd,
But unconscious fools speak so loud,
That I can't just sit back and make no sound
I'm pushing dis to da underground,
And Kwaito-House bound
Rap is not just a noun,
Entering your town,
From da background,
Wit high school kids getting down
It's a culture that'll increase your stature
Lyrically and hypothetically,
I'm da living proof to see
Our Soldiers, Our ArmyOur Soldiers, Our Army, Our Protectors
Some of Us,
wish to live.
Some of Us,
are Thankful for Our life.
Some of Us,
would go through Hell,
to keep Their right to be on this Earth.
Some of Us,
are actually willing to fight for their very Own breath.
are willing to fight for Your very breath.
would go through Hell,
so that You can keep your right to be on this Earth.
have a passion for living,
but not for their Own live,
would and do fight for Your live,
so You can wake-up save,
as the guns explode in Their faces.
Reasons to Love Marines III
111) When the Navy needed someone to guard its ships, sailors and nuclear devices, they called on Marines.
112) Best personalized license plate I: ``1775.'' It's on the commandant's car.
113) Best personalized license plate II: ``SM OF MC,'' Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps Harold Overstreet's four-wheel drive Chevy Blazer truck.
114) The Chief of Naval Operations rides in a Lincoln Town Car. Commandant Gen. Carl E. Mundy Jr. rode in a sporty Chrysler LHS sedan.
115) When the nation goes to war, the press covers the Marine Corps. During the Gulf War, there were more than 90,000 Marines in the region of a total force of 650,000. But the Corps outpaced the Army, 293 to 271, in articles about the ground war in four major newspapers. As journalist and author John Fialka put it: ``If the PR rivalry between the two services . . . had been a basketball game, the score would have been Marines 149, Army 10.''
116) Best Heroes I: Smedley D. Butler. With a name like Smedley, he had to be tough,
Reasons to Love Marines IIII
162) Hollywood loves Marines. (Part II: Marines who went to Hollywood).
163) Don Adams.
164) Charlton Heston.
165) Bob Keeshan (Capt. Kangaroo).
166) Lee Marvin.
167) Steve McQueen.
168) Burt Reynolds.
169) George C. Scott.
170) Gene Hackman.
171) Tax advantages I. VHA & BAQ -- your housing allowances -- are tax-free.
172) Tax advantages II. You don't pay tax at the exchange either.
173) Fleet submission IX. ``It is a family.'' -- anonymous Marine.
174) Fleet submission X. ``It teaches us to be strong people both mentally and physically.'' -- Cpl. Maria Retan, Quantico, Va.
175) Fleet submission XI. ``I love the Marine Corps for those intangible possessions that cannot be issued: Pride, honor, integrity and being able to carry on the traditions for generations of warriors past. After I have done what I can for the Corps, I can say that I was a Marine'' -- Cpl. Jeff Sornij.
176) Fleet submission XII. ``The pride of going home on leave, putting on the dress blues and everyone knowing you
The ROTC Cadet's PrayerLord, keep my military knowledge true,
and let me not forget my ranks.
Lord, make my voice proud and strong,
so that I may yell clearly.
Lord, make my faces sharp,
and allow me to keep in step.
Lord, bless my marching,
as if it were You I was marching for.
Lord, bless my uniform,
and keep it clean through the day.
Lord, bless my shoes and belt buckle,
make them shine like the gates of heaven.
And Lord, watch my garrison cap,
and please don't let it fall in my face while marching!
REBEL BATTALION IS THE BEST BATTALION HUH!
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More