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Uri's EncounterI watched as a small boy cried in the corner of train. His father was zoned out in the middle of the carriage, just as everyone else was.
I watched as his small fingers caressed his small face for dwindling tears. I felt for him.
I weaved my way through the cramped carriage to him, and sat down awkwardly.
'Hello,' I said quietly, so as not to scare him.
The boy raised his tiny scared face and studied me. 'Hello,' he mumbled.
I tried to create small talk, I wanted to distract him from whatever was troubling him. 'What is your name?' I asked.
'Shmuel,' he replied. 'What's yours?'
'Uri,' I said. I watched his face as he began to calm down and focus.
'Where are we going?' he blurted out.
I was taken aback. I grimaced, I wanted to give Shmuel a good answer, but I myself didn't know either.
'Somewhere good,' I lied.
Shmuel didn't buy it, and looked away, to where everyone was crowded around the window for air.
'Are you sure about that?' he asked, and for a second he looked ten years his seni
Untold Story of Pavel, Boy In Striped PyjamasMy toes spasmed, curling underneath my feet once again.
I groaned and rolled over; this pain is unbearable.
'Go,' the voice in my head told me. I sighed and ignored it. I could put up with it.
The pain started to creep up my legs, worming its way through my nerves, making me feel like my veins were on fire.
I wriggled in my sheets and felt for where my wife once was. The pain of losing her bit through my heart, surpassing any thought of the pain in my legs.
Those Nazi thugs took her away from me, her sweet gray-green Jewish eyes would never look at me again.
Silent tiny shadows drifted down past the little cracks of moonlight that peaked through the holes in my barricades. The chill swept in and landed on my sheets, sinking its way through to my bones. It was snowing again.
The absolute pain jolted my legs, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I scrambled out of bed and dressed myself in my warmest clothes. I hated to do this to him, but I had to see him.
The darkness was a frighteni
Conflicted Part 16'And then, Hunter shot the diamond, and we basically were the sole contributors the loss of a race,' I concluded my summary of the events to Marcus, the next day.
Class X and our teacher sat around the Baker's dining table, recapping the dramatic, and however dismal events of yesterday.
'And Flynn is recovering well in the hospital,' Fleur contributed.
Marcus surveyed us with his cruel eyes. Finally, he stood up.
'Never, have I met such courageous human beings. Hunter, how did you know that crystal was their life force?'
'I didn't,' Hunter replied. 'All I knew was that it was significant.'
'Well,' Marcus said. 'That was lucky.'
Hunter grinned. ''Twas.'
'Won't destroying their race destroy an Ecosystem? You know flow and effect?' Stefan asked Macus.
'An Ecosystem that depends on Silver Sleepers, is not worth saving,' Marcus replied. Stefan shrugged, complacent with his answer.
Marcus turned to me. 'I'm sorry about your father, I never knew.'
'No one did,' I said darkly. It still disturb
Conflicted Part 15A callous light streamed in through the broken door and blinded my eyes for a second, and I stepped into a greenhouse of some sort. The giant frame we were in was a dome made entirely made of glass. The mural had continued on into this building, and in the very centre, a square pit, that could fit four people in at one time. It was pitch black, there was no knowing how deep it fell.
Pictures hung up on the glass, their shadows staining the ground a stark black, the sun cascading around it.
The sun didn't permit the viewing of some pictures, but the ones I saw were of Kings, Queens and important peoples. I traced my hand over their regal attires, not quite sure who I was looking at.
And in the centre of the room, hanging precariously by a chain, a giant precious diamond, that glowed with the velocity of a star.
My ears picked up a faint sound. 'Stop,' I commanded. 'Do you hear that?'
My team stopped, and I heard a heavy breathing from down in the pit.
'Flynn?' I called.
I heard the brea
Conflicted Part 14I sat in Maths with Hunter, even though it was Maths, it would not ruin my mood. Hunter was helping me with my Maths, so I couldn't complain.
I wasn't really concentrating on my work, I was mainly watching Hunter; his brow creases when ever he encounters a problem. He was truly captivating, to me at least.
I finally pried my eyes away from him to look around at my class. I saw Emelia in the corner, watching me. She smiled at me from her corner.
I was going to smile back, but the temperature dropped in an instant. I was so shocked that it took me a while to even know I was freezing.
'H-h-hunter,' I chattered. I looked down at my hands, they were pale and shaking.
'What's wrong?' Hunter asked me, alarmed. He took my hands, but in all his efforts, they didn't raise a degree.
'C-can't you f-f-feel that?' I shivered.
Hunter looked at me for a second, before his eyes changed. Darker somehow.
'They're here,' he whispered.
I looked to the window, and I saw Blair, Spencer, Fleur and Stefan open
Conflicted Part 13I woke up in the morning with a monster bed head, my coarse strands prompting memories of last night.
'Oh wow,' I said, gliding my fingers over where Hunter kissed me on the collarbone.
I had a lengthy shower, washing the salt and ocean out of my hair. I glided out of my room, in my new wardrobe Emelia and I picked up last night.
Emelia stood at her door, evaluating my breezy mood.
She laughed. 'Well, someone is in a good mood!'
'The sun is shining, the birds are out, and I am in love,' I sang.
Emelia's jaw dropped as I laid down what happened last night.
'Amber..' Emelia goggled at me. 'That is unbelievable! So what does he-'
A loud slam interrupted our conversation. Flynn had heard our conversation, and I completely forgot him, and what happened yesterday. I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes in shame. That was not fair to him.
He stomped out of his room, and gave me a heart wrenching look of hurt, that broke my heart, and continued down stairs.
I placed my hand over my mout
Conflicted Part 12The atmosphere at the Baker's household was pleasantly fake between Flynn and I, not that anyone else noticed.
'Elizabeth,' I addressed her in the living room. 'Hunter has offered to take me out for dinner tonight. Is that okay?'
Elizabeth squealed. 'Yes, of course, sweetie!' She had a thought. 'Emelia! Get down here! You have two hours before the shops close, and you need to go shopping for Amber.'
Emelia raced into the room. 'Did I hear the adjective, shopping?'
'You most certainly did, my dear,' Elizabeth confirmed. 'Now chop chop!'
Emelia bounced as she drove her way through to the town centre. I was bewitched by the town's access to the beach, the water glistened in the glowing afternoon sun. It occurred to me that since I have been here, I haven't been for a swim yet.
Emelia noticed my preoccupation. 'It's beautiful scenery isn't it?'
'It is,' I agreed.
'So!' Emelia jumped to the thought nagging in the back of her mind, not bothering with small talk. 'Why are we shopping so late
Conflicted Part 11'Okay, so just follow me. This is pretty simple stuff, I know you can do it, I've seen you in Class X, and you're pretty close to doing this anyway,' Blair said.
Blair sprinted up the gym floor and did a cartwheel, followed by a backflip, landing in the splits.
She got up and came back to me. 'Right, now it's your turn.'
'Yeah, no, I'm pretty sure I don't do that in class,' I waggled my finger at her.
'You don't think you can, but you haven't watched yourself,' Blair disputed me. 'Just remember what I did. If you remember, you will do it. You are part of Class X, if you want to do something, you can.'
I inhaled deeply, and tried to remember everything that Blair just did.
I sprinted and put my hands down exactly where Blair put hers, my body falling into the same stances that Blair was just in. Backflipping was the most nerve racking experience, but was also coupled with excitement and adrenaline, as I watched the world spin in reverse.
I landed with my vision only picking up one strai
Conflicted Part 10Days passed with our strengths in Class X becoming more and more violent, all though each one of us was able to handle it with ease.
I noticed Marcus one day, sitting at his desk watching us play fight, our laughs echoed throughout the cavern.
Spencer and Blair were darting to and fro throughout the place, Blair flipped effortlessly onto a beam near the roof, making Spencer have to climb to get her.
Fleur and Stefan were watching, commentating on them, Hunter was sitting with me, watching me clean my sword, while I was sneaking glances at Marcus.
Marcus slapped down his papers and came and watched with Fleur and Stefan.
He turned and faced me.
'We're going to have a little game,' he smiled.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
'Blair! Spencer! Stop where you are for a second,' Marcus instructed. He wandered over to where Spencer was dangling, trying to grab Blair's foot.
'As you know, you are all a team, but in the event that you fight Aspens, you need to know how to fight yourselves,' Marcus s
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Evil or kind?Negativity makes me smile
My poses and laughter
Suit the best villains
But I care so much about my friends
About their emotions and well being
And I always cheer them up
Am I evil?
Am I kind?
Maybe a little bit of both...
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
death of a sweet sixteeni found my house on
the market the
other day -
- it was 2011 again,
but the sun had set
on my nights of terror
nose to the barstool and
two black eyes, a dish
towel caught in my throat.
i keep trying to find
pieces of myself that
no longer exist - a dead dog,
baby blue walls, whispered
it sold for six figures,
and i can only wish
that i could sell my pain
for that much, but no
one would be willing to buy
it, as i am it's sole host,
the only one who
one of these days i will
drive by that sad eyed
grey house before we are
gone for good, and i will set
up with my camera, snapping
photos of my whitewashed hurt.
and if i linger too long,
so be it, as i've spent so
many nights ruined,
scraped away like the stars
once stuck on my
the bank may own my house,
but it will never own my heart.
A Cup of TeaCome on in and
Take a seat,
Sit with me a while
What you are and
Where you're from
Have a cup of tea,
Stay a while
To learn about you,
To know you
Your pain and
I will listen
Reveal to me
Your origin and
I will accept you
For you are me
You are my demon,
A part of myself,
I will never reject you
Care for a second cup?
By the LakeSat beneath a Christmas tree in late-March.
The ground is damp but pliant, it pretends to accept me
and then sneaks its cold fingers through my clothes
to dampen my spirits further with its chilly undertones.
I stare at the river, plump with soon-to-be April showers.
It does roly-polys over the smallest of obstacles and goes on.
It reminds me of what I should be able to do.
It runs as I grind to a full stop, and consider my life sentence.
The sky is blue; not like me, but bright and crisped;
Its been blurred by an amateur around the edges with cloud
But they don’t threaten me with rain just yet so, for now, we are friends.
The sun is missing. No one knows where she is.
She could be dead, by now. At the bottom of the lake.
Could have slunk there in a midday sunset.
She could of drowned her sorrows in the ricocheting tides
of a man made dam and its loosened throat. She could be.
She is not, she is hiding.
The sun hides from the world but leaves a blue sheen behind
to let everyone k
ConfrontationI shed a tear
The damage will be severe
Run away in fear?
I'll fight until the coast is clear!
Reasons We Love Homestuck“Reasons we love H O M E S T U C K.”
Why do this love this web comic, you ask?
Maybe it’s just the way the fandom rolls,
or how mean Andrew Hussie trolls.
It could possibly be Eridan’s accent (WWyeh?)
or even Feferi’s keyboard trident. (---E)
Some people say it’s Equius’ broken bows and arrows, ( D →)
but what about Nepeta’s meows and roleplays? (:33 <)
We really do love Sollux’s lisp,
and also when Karkat’s pissed. (FUCKASS!)
Including Kanaya's fabulous lipstick,
it's also Rose's amazing magic.
How about when Dave starts rapping
and Jade Harley begins napping?
We love Vriska’s eight-pupiled eye,
and how John is such an adorable guy.
Or maybe it’s with all the sprites
or how prospit glows bright.
Can’t forget about Derse’s darkness
or Gamzee and all his soberness. (WHOOPS.)
There’s also this thing with Tav and stairs
which he t
How To Not Break Your HeartHow to
not break your heart
Make sure to quickly
let go of hands
that refuse to hold you
and pretend it was
just a simple accident
(And, oh god, please,
please don't open
Admit that things
can't be perfect
when you can't convince
yourself to believe
that it was worth
the days you stayed
up until 5 AM
play your cards right and
don't love anything with a pulse-
They'll make you crumble
like a house of cards
Fall for the ones who fell
like shooting stars and
left imprints in the concrete
when their times were up
Fall for the ones you
can never touch whether
they are black-and-white,
colored, or just in another
Sculpt them to suit your needs
Fall for figments of your imagination, too
because they'll move their pieces
according to you and only you
and always you
always make sure to
love things that aren't alive
They'll never betray you
SimplicitySometimes simplicity is the answer.
To find the answer,
Don't look deep.
Look in front of you.
Don't listen to people who say,
'Never regret anything,'
Because chances are,
They regret a lot more than you know.
Listen to your own feelings.
Because if you don't,
You could lose all of your senses,
And your way.
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More