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Melodious Happenstance 11: Well Now What?
Chapter 11: Well what Now?
I slumped onto my bed, glad to have snuck away during the impromptu dinner that my bandmates hosted at their apartment with the guys. I wasn’t ready to see Kiera and Logan being open with their very real relationship since everyone knew and it was basically given the Griffin Green Light as long as it was out of the media. I looked at my folder at at the notes I was to remember for the press conference I was to have in a few days. It was so hard to believe it was all over. I finally admitted how I felt for Logan and he’s gone. I finally found out what is going on with Beck and the threat of him was gone. All of my insecurities are all but gone. I didn’t know what to do, I felt so empty from losing those things that were a big part of who I was. I was alone in my little pocket of the world, and to be honest, it was starting to weigh me down.
Sighing, I decided to try and talk to somebody. I tried calling Cat-now shifted
Twisted Fates Chapter 11
Chapter 11: In Which Nia tries to Cope with being a Vampire
My arms were crushing in the grips of my crazed friend, splintering like a glass tube under a vice: my bones were shattered. My lip was bleeding from biting down the scream in my throat and I couldn’t concentrate any of my magic to throw her off of me.
“You can’t have them, Vicki…” I groaned, my vision spotty from the pain, and my voice growing hoarse, “Don’t..do something you’ll regret…” I thought about Jeremy and how much it will hurt him to have Vicki die when someone finally stops her.
Fear rose from my gut and into my throat as her eyes went black, the veins popping out as she smiled with her fangs pointed at me, “Oh...but I won’t regret this.”
She sank her fangs into my neck, shaking her head back and forth, my throat ripping. I finally couldn’t hold out the scream as it rose and died in my mouth. My neck was shredded meat, and my blood
Twisted Fates Chapter 10
Chapter 10: In which Nia maybe trusts Damon
When I woke up, I felt like I had been asleep for a year. When I stretched, I felt a pain in my wrist. Looking down I gasped as I saw my blankets covered in my blood and my neck and wrist bleeding. I untangled myself from my covers and nearly fell out of my bed if it weren’t for the two strong arms that caught me.
“Easy there, little witch, don’t need Stephan worrying about you.”
I froze, a chill running up my spine over who spoke. “How did you get out of the cellar… I thought you were-”
“Desiccating while you and Stefan watched? Oh yea...I got out...about a month ago.”
“A What?! No...it’s only been a few days.”
“Actually, it’s now the very festive month of October, the last day in fact.” Damon’s eyes gleamed mischievously, “Happy Halloween, Nia.”
“But...no that’s not possible! What the hell is going on?!
Twisted Fates Chapter 9
Chapter 9: In Which Damon is taken care of...for now
“Are you sure this is going to work, Stefan? I know Zach’s convinced seeing as it’s his favorite scotch and all...but something tells me he’ll see it coming.”
I paced Stefan’s room as he sat down with his glass of scotch and picked up one of his shoes, in his slacks and a wife beater. I was wearing a black one sleeve dress that clung to my body and ended at mid-calf, the sleeve was stripped in slashed lines along my shoulder and halfway down my forearm and my hair was done in tidy updo with girls framing my face and curling along the bottom. I wore little jewelry, save my pendant and a tight chain with an elegant key at my collar bones that had a matching pair of earrings. and the look was completed with a pair of simple black pumps that gave me an extra three inches, making me only slightly shorter than the girls would be if they didn’t wear heels. As I paced, I moved my own glass of scotch
Twisted Fates Chapter 8
Chapter 8: In Which Nia tries to deal with both boys.
“Tyler? Tyler!” I shout looking around the school, and slipping inside. “Tyler?”
“What do you want already?” I jumped at the sudden voice behind me, and face him.
“Are you okay?” I look at his tense muscles, but still risk resting a hand on his forearm. He twitched at the contact, but didn’t make move to remove my hand.
“Shouldn’t you be checking on Gilbert? You made it pretty clear whose side you’re on at the Grill.” He said, moving closer to me, as my back met the wall.
“I-I’m not on either side, Ty. I care about you both. And right now, you’re the priority.” I smile weakly, scared of him in this mood and where I was. Tyler noticed this and his expression softened, he rested his hands on my shoulders, and leaned forward, looking into my eyes. “Are you scared of me, Nia?” I shook my head, unable to look away or to even
Alright, Time for a Vampire Diaries Rant
So yea, I was watching this Video (link in description), and I looked over to the comment sections and I saw all this hate for my girl Caroline. And this is what I have to say about it.
I will absolutely be the first one to admit that at the very start of this show, I wasn’t much of a fan, but I actually like how Caroline has grown. She started off as the typical anal popular girl who has to be in charge of everything and is full of confidence that is just a mask for all the insecurities she actually has. However, after she gets turned by Katherine, she gets some major CCs of a reality check. She learned to control herself and become, in my opinion, one of the best Vampires on the show. Sometimes, I even forgot she was a vamp, she was that good. She even ignored the danger to her vampire life to help Tyler with his transition into werewolf-dom and has been Stefan’s sober-sponser to help him stay on his good side, and away from his dark one.
As far as her being negative abou
Twisted Fates Chapter 7
Chapter 7: In which Nia starts to see Tyler’s Nature
I brought Vicki to Matt, who set to work fixing her bandage, and immediately started to head home. Damon, however, had different ideas, and stopped me by the time I reached the park like field in the town center.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going, short round?”
I widened my eyes, too tired to keep up my charade of being tougher than I was. “Well, home...where else? I mean, I can’t really stay here where all of this tension has risen among my friends and I saw what you almost did to Vicki. I mean, I’m not over reaching when I estimate that you were going to kill her and pin it on Stefan?” I glanced over at him, not really wanting to poke the bear. “ I mean...why are you even trying to stop me from going home? It’s not like I can escape you!” I let a lump rise in my throat. “I’m just a weak human, who yes is a witch, but is a witch out of
I know: A story of Unseen love or so I thought
I know: A story of Unseen love or so I though.
Okay, so I know most of you are going to discard this story are cliche after the beginning, and hell, maybe even the end of it, but I just want you all to know that sometimes, it's okay to have hope in better things.
It was the end of our senior year at Palm Woods high and I've been best friends with Kendall Schmidt since we were middle schoolers. It was thanks to him that I came out of my shell and got into the 'in crowd' of his friends. I didn't fade into the background when it came to him. As a matter of fact I introduced him to my ex-boyfriend, now best friend, Dustin. Though I didn't know that they were going to hit it off nearly as well as they did, or even that they would Create Heffron Drive (Where the two of them found out they grew up at). Later, Kendall would make a band with his other friends, Carlos, Logan, and James, called Big Time Rush. Even though I'd grown close to the four of them, Dustin and Kendall were my p
Melodious Happenstance 10: No Idea
Chapter 10: No Idea
The first thing I heard the next day was someone knocking on my door. I roll around in my bed, getting more comfortable and refusing to leave the warmth of my blankets, feeling even more tired than when I had gone to sleep. The knocking persisted, and I sit up with a groan, and glance at the clock. It was three in the afternoon, but seeing as I went to bed at around eight in the morning after putting away my laundry, catching up with people I hadn't seen yesterday in e-mails, working on new song and music video ideas, doing homework and unpacking completely, that was pretty impressive. The fact that I was still uncontrollably groggy and tired wasn't, and I tried to hide it as the knocking continued still and I made myself decent by throwing on a pair of faded flares and an off the shoulder black sweater. Pulling my hair out from behind it, I opened the door.
"What do you-Logan!" I gasp, rushing to fix my hair and moving to the side. "Uh...come in…"
Silent but Awesome--Prussia x Mute!Male!Reader-PT2
Previously: ' "You know,you're going to have to take care of him. You conquer,you raise." He pointed out,his eye brow twitching. The albino stood and stared at the sobbing mess on the couch,one thought running through his mind repeatedly.
This was going to be un-awesome.'
It had been silent for over 5 minutes which,with Prussia,was a new record. Germany stared worriedly at his older brother who seemed to just stand and stare,poker faced. He didn't know what to do first;Snap his brother out of his trance or stop the poor crying,frightened capital. Yes,Vienna is still sobbing and wreathing on the couch. Clearing his throat,Germany attempted to get their attention.
"Bruder...you should probably,oh I don't know...comfort the poor guy?!" Prussia nodded reluctantly,and sat down on the couch. Vienna jumped,casting a glance at the albino,who in return just smiled.
"I'm the AWESOME Pru-" Prussia st
Daddy are you proud of me?Daddy are you proud of me?
Daddy are you proud of me? The only phrase I recite as I lay here. The only question I think of, glued into my mind, as I stare into the abyssal swirls of the ceiling, in my new-found sanctum. A runaway at 18, thought of as a joke. Think about it… I have achieved high grades, some A’s, B’s and 3 D’s. That was my problem. Those D-isgraceful marks on my grade sheet, that’s what every top university really looks for. Not the A’s but the D’s. So now I know my chances for life and how I will now never make it in life. Daddy, are you proud of me? It’s a simple question really. I tried my best and messed up. So my best is a joke, my life is a joke and my education was clearly… a joke. So as I lay here, slightly delirious but seemingly clear minded, I ask myself. Daddy are you proud of me? ‘I did my best, just like my rest, but just couldn’t handle my final test’ were discarded word cluster
FoolishlyMy mother was an interesting women. She was always happy. Even with her disabilities she was happy.
I walk through the door, my school bag hung over my right shoulder. It was a long day at school, my mind was stressed. Now that I was a senior next year I would graduate. I couldn't leave my mother alone. She wasn't stable to be on her own.
"Hi mom. How's your day?" I call out to no response. "Mom?" Cautiously strolling over to the living room. Mother sat on the coach, staring at the television. There was nothing but static. "Mom?" A heart-wrenching laugh escaped her gut. Glazed-over baby blues still locked to the never changing screen. "What are you doing mom?" I asked, my voice sounding higher then usual. She just grinned. I look to the screen. Small pixelated black and gray dots chased each other continuously. I look back towards my mom. "It's just static, mom. There's nothing there." She continues to stare. Her gin gradually growing. Her tender skin glowed and dimples arose
The Letter(you're gonna cry)Hey! I'm Alanna Elisabeth Spot. I'm going to tell you something about me. Chris' next death anniversary is gonna be soon so I've decided to tell you the whole story...
I was born in Mexico City. My parents were Miranda and Patrick Longman. They died during my college. Before forming the Spot Stars mob/band with my daughters, I used to be a solist. During the world tour I met Christian, my first love ever. He was a meerkatmunk just like me. He was born in France and spent half of his life there. We kept talking to each other, sending messages and after three years we finally got married! We moved to Botswana. I had always wanted to live into the Africa. The Kalahari Desert was dangerous, but during the rainy seasons worth living. My husband had straight, a little bit spiky, pale red fringe covering half of his face with a dark brown stripe. His eyes were dark red, even hazel. He was my only partner that had black glasses. I'm never gonna forget the day our first child was born, a daught
Un petit peu de JujuJulian est le cadet d'une fratrie de trois garçons : Mattew l'aîné de 28 ans, Shun âgé de 25 ans, et lui le petit dernier de bientôt 23 ans.
D'aussi loin qu'il s'en souvienne, il a toujours été le "vilain petit canard" de la famille. Il n'aimait pas se battre, et n'appréciait pas particulièrement se mêler aux gens, préférant la compagnie des Pokémons en qui il pouvait avoir confiance : pas d'hypocrisie, une chose dont il a horreur.
Contrairement à son père et ses frères, qui se donnaient corps et âme à la protection des habitants de Céladopole, lui préférait surveiller les oeufs de Caninos et chouchouter les Pokémons de la Brigade de police dont sa famille avait la charge de s'occuper et d'élever.
Il n'était pas non plus particulièrement bon à l'école, mais se donnait toujours à fond pour ne pas décevoir son plus grand frère Ma
The Story of DevinThe Story of Devin
This side of town has always been rural. In place of large skyscrapers there were acres of farm. Some held large tracks of crops while others may hold livestock such as cows or sheep. The town may have been made up of peon farmers and moonshiners, but that doesn’t mean the people there were behind the rest of the world. The people knew of all the technology of the outside world and had some of it themselves, but the people down here prefer good ole hard work in comparison to a machine doing it for them.
A tall, lanky kid lived down there by the name of Devin. He was always a little different compared to the other kids. While the kids from the city were short, plump, and pale, Devin was tall, skinny as a pole, and tan. He was the odd ball, but he never seemed to care. He was always that smart, quiet kid in the back of the room, who seemed to have no friends.
Nobody really messed with him. He just sorta scared people just by being there. I believe he made people
The Mortal and the Immortal 4I screamed as I hugged my knees to my chest. I locked myself in the bathroom an hours ago, to hide. Taine and I had stayed away from one another. We didn't speak and when we did, we would start fighting. Today I asked Taine a name for the child.
"Why would I care? It's a burden."
"It? It?! Taine, it's a human being! At least it isn't a bastard!" I cried.
"A mistake! That's what it is!"
Tears leaked out of my eyes and I cried. "My friends were right. Mortals do disappoint you..."
By then I had run up to the bathroom to hide. I had my hands on my face, looking into the mirror that was the wall in front of me. My face was puffy, red and my eyes were swollen. I placed my right had on my stomach.
A bulge that wasn't there yesterday that had formed. I screamed out in horror.
"Sable?" Taine knocked on the door. "Are you alright?"
I shook my head.
"Sable, let me in."
I crawled to the door and unlocked it, then slid back to the corner. Taine came in, a white box in his hands.
As Long As You Need Me It was raining. Or rather, pouring. Not that she really noticed; after all, it suited her mood perfectly.
Emily sat in the ugly, overstuffed green chair by the window, her face pressed to the glass. The rain was coming down so hard she could barely see a thing; just an ugly grey blur that seemed to ripple with the torrent. And the noise... it sounded like a hundred bongo drums on the roof, an endless cacophony that made her ears ring.
Hard to believe, Emily thought, how beautiful the day had been. It was the beginning of May, and when she'd woken up that morning, the sky was sapphire-blue, the sun blindingly gold. She had walked slowly to her car, letting the sun warm her skin, and drove to school without a care in the world. Until she saw the ambulance blocking the main entrance...
With a choked sob, Emily shook the image from her mind. God, it was hard to believe it had only happened n
Happiness For HalloweenAll the kids at school were gathered around in groups, talking and laughing at all the Halloween plans they had. For some kids it was there favorite time of the year and others were scared too much to do anything. For one girl, it didn't matter though, she sat, huddled at the back of the the classroom with her hood pulled up over her head.
"Hi, Emma!" One of the kids greeted, plopping down beside her and starting to eat her package of crackers. He was tall with black, messy curled hair and bright brown eyes shining as though he knew of no wrong in the world. "I think I want to be a ghost for Halloween, what do you want to be?" He asked, curiously.
Emma looked up at him as her green eyes lit up and a small smile pulled up her lips. "To be honest, Jared, I'm not sure but... I think... I want to be happy." She told him.
Jared sighed, the spark fading from his eyes as he pulled her into a hug. Her hood fell down, reveling her blood red hair and the darkness under her eyes wasn't just
Summer misery with a silver liningHey all~!
Sorry I haven't been on except to chck messages! I've been at work at a Sumer camp. I fucking hate who I'm working with. They've changed into apathetic assholes who I don't want to tolerate. But I Only have weekend shifts with them and otherwise don't really need to talk to them at the lunch shift. It was much better when my mom was here but, I'm over it. If I quit I would only miss one week of work because you have to give two weeks notice, so it's not even worth it. Only three weeks and I can write and draw peacefullyZ whenever I'm home injust sleep and relax cuz I can't do it here. Anyway, needed a bit of relief.
Thanks for bearing with me.
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