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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…"
An Anecdote From the Attic The stack of dusty, aging postcards was just barely held in a bundle by several moldering pieces of fraying string tied around them, quartering the image on the top postcard in the stack. The bleached out color print of a Cape Cod lighthouse was easy enough to identify thanks to the caption, Highland Light ~ Truro, Massachusetts, across the bottom in simple, bold black script. What had once been Atlantic Ocean blue in the lower background was now faded close to white, almost matching the faint clouds above.
The old string didn't hold. Dozens of postcards spilled into sixteen-year-old Eric Kent's lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor in the attic of his family's home. He carefully gathered them up and set all but one aside, the one with the lighthouse on it. Eric liked lighthouses. He'd never been near to one, and he wondered why his parents had never taken him to see any of America's thousands of miles of coastline. The back of
Why So Nice? Lifty and Shifty were out on another heist, as you would expect. They were going to steal snacks and junk food from the residents of Happy Tree Town. They stole Cookies, candy, pastries, frozen foods, chips, soda, fruit punch, chocolate malt/hot chocolate mix, and as a healthier bonus, granola bars. They also stole ingredients to make their own sweets and eats. Luna was recently teaching the twins how to cook and bake, and Lifty wanted to test his basic baking skills.
It was nearly morning and Shifty loaded the last tub of ice cream into their van, which they kept air conditioned to keep the foods cold, and slammed the doors shut. Unfortunately, Lumpy was a cop on night patrol and Lifty and Shifty were in exactly the wrong place at exactly the wrong time. Without a second thought, Shifty hopped into the van and floored it while Lifty clung to the back of the truck. Suddenly, the van hit a pothole in the road, shaking the van and throwing Lifty off of his grip. He tu
Internal wounds are hard to healA beautiful young lady in her mid 20s has been very very sad. She and her family are about to lose everything they had in their life because they have no money and people complaining fraud stuff about them and their homes. The family doesn't know what to do anymore, no one wants to help them and they feel like EVERYONE hates them. The mid 20s year old girl just wished someone or at least several people help her and her family because she doesn't know who to go to.
Jealousy I stared at my plate, swirling my mashed potatoes with my fork. Nobody noticed my lacking appetite, which angered me even further. I vigorously stirred, desperate for a few precious seconds of attention, even if it was negative. However, my parents continued to ignore me. Well, that wasn't exactly true. My mother shot me a stink-eye every once in a while, and the message was clear: hurry up and eat your food so that we can talk in peace. It was always like that, with her saying 'we' to describe my older sister, father, and herself, as if they were an exclusive group.
“We're so happy to see you here! Miranda, you're glad too, right?”
“You're okay with eating lasagna for dinner, right? We decided it was nice for a change.”
Including 'we,' my mother always used the word 'right.'
Sometimes, I wonder how she would react if I just said, “No.”
Beth laughed loudly beside me,
Ross sighed as he looked out the window. He had marveled at the sight of blue, green and white on most days, but today he felt out of place.
Alone. His constant companions were occupied, doing their chores and observations.
Today was a hard day to be in Space.
Watching the Earth from his vantage point, he was separated from special people. His wife and son had to carry on without him on the surface.
These were the hard times his fellow astronauts and his support team told him about. The lonely moment when it was not enough to keep your mind focused on being a spaceflight participant.
Normally, his biology duties had him observing the specimens brought in special terrariums. Several species of arachnids, blattaria, and gastropods were to be viewed in a zero gravity environment, and his responsibility was to monitor their progress.
"John." One of his roommates called to him. "we're reaching orbit over Europe. There's a nice view of Italy and the mediterranean if y
A True StoryOkay. So this isn't like the usual Hetalia fanfics or anything. Like most of you probably read in that journal,I am going to be telling a real story. Something that actually happened to me. Don't worry,it's nothing horrendous or anything. It's just something I don't really tell people but I have a sudden urge to tell. Just going to tell you up front. It's weird. It's strange. And it probably seems pretty lame and stupid. But yeah. Sorta long so I'm sorry. ANYWAY let's just get started,shall we?
It happened a few years ago. My Dad and I went over to one of our old friends' house like we used to do all the time. The house was a small little apartment in a little complex,and it housed Marcy and Brian. Marcy was really old,not to be rude. But it was true. She was pretty sick as well,if I remember correctly. Brian was her...uh...Husband I think? I still don't understand what their relationship really was. But anyway.
Marcy had told us that she wanted to introduce us to one of
Love?Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.
A/N: Chronologically set after Chapter 6: Number One. I know I said I would try to stay in order but that sorta didn't happen after all. At least I tried. ^_^;
Children never charmed her. As far as she was concerned kids, more so babies, were nothing more than a distraction and a nuisance. Noisy ones at that. They were simply wailing little brats that, at the end of the day, were nothing but in the way. Incapable of taking care of themselves babies required constant supervision and care, both of which Emma had no time for. If she was to continue her life as a ruthless mercenary she shouldn't have found herself distracted by trivial things such as infantile bothers. Children would gain her no advantage in her profession. They were an utter waste of her space and, more importantly, her time.
So as she glowered at the toddler sitting on
Enter the Fluffy ThingIt had been raining for a week straight at this point. It was dark and cold no matter the time of day, and Chronos was just about done with being cold and wet as he went through work. They’d been on very active patrol lately, which meant that he and Seno were out in the rain just about daily. He’d been working a few extra hours a day to build up some more vacation time for when it got sunny again. He felt like they were over do for one.
He got home a little early that day. A sudden downpour had made it too dangerous to their health to stay out. Ryan was giving Dee a lift home so he showered and changed real quick before the other got home. He smiled as he came through the door and moved over to kiss him lightly.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hey,” Dee smiled. “I didn’t think you’d be back till dinner again.” He hung his jacket and scarf up and left his umbrella and boots by the door to dry.
“Weather got too bad,” he shrugged
Anzac DayI made my way up the chipped brick steps of the old town house, struggling to convince myself to put one foot infront of the other.
This may seem like I’m overreacting, but if you knew my grandparents you would be the same.
My Grandparents are very boring people. My Nanna is sophisticated and is always dressed like she’s going to see the queen. “You’re only as old as you look, Elizabeth Anne.” she always says to me.
My Grandfather - as much as he annoys me, has that adorable look about him. His grey eyes hold a thousand boring stories and he wears the same type of sweater and flat cap every time I see him, he doesn’t seem to care about fashion as much as Nanna.
All in all I guess they are ok, but when you have to constantly put up with the cheek pinching, fussing and those boring stories one tends to go insane.I knocked on the door lightly, hoping that if they didn’t hear I could just walk home, but my plan was foiled when I heard the all-too-f
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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