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Chapter two: Unknowing
Bleep, bleep, bleep! My alarm went off interrupting my sleep, it was time for school. I rolled over half awake to shut it off, forcing myself to get up and tried to get back to reality. I had a series of dreams last night I could vaguely remember that were like flash subliminal message pictures. I couldn’t concentrate at this time what happened also, I had to get ready and get out of the house before the bus comes. I found some clothes to wear for school, head out of my room and go prepare myself a decent breakfast. The kitchen lights were already on brightly to wake me up more while my Mom ate her meal and read the paper on the island table. “Good morning Ryder, did you sleep well?” She asked while I poured water in the kettle for my morning tea “Yes, I did thank you for asking.” I turned on the stove burner for the kettle and fixed myself a bowl of cereal. I took a seat on one of the island chairs to eat; I took one bite of the crunchy and sweet consiste
Chapter one: Encountering beyond the path.
I got out of school, missed my bus and had to walk home. I didn’t mind, it was just for today, I had the urge to explore the trail in the woods nearby. Ever since I have started at my new school, there has been talk from right to left about this trail. From what I have gathered what people told me; if you try to walk the trail on your own, there are guardians who will banish you for trespassing. No one really knows what could be there but, when I heard it, I thought people were trying to scare new kids like me coming to Tampa. But, as it got to the point I heard the rumors more; I assumed maybe there could be something lurking beyond. I was willing to seek for myself anything mysterious or beyond my imagination. Exactly, what is there that’s so scary? When I used to live in San Francisco before I came here, there were numerous dangers that a typical city consists of for you to fear where you go. Walking down on my own, I envisioned the possibilities of what
ScarsIt was 3 days before my 12th birthday in the month of April. April 16th seemed just seem like any other day in 6th grade until in history class, I was called out to go outside. One of the teachers in the main office of my middle school reported to me, my sister’s college Virginia Tech; there was a shooting. Although she was not at the school at that time and she is alive, which I am thankful for she is here with me to this day. It was scary how she lived a few a blocks away from the campus and she knew a few of the victims closely. I love my sister and the thought of her not being in my life anymore, it would be drastic for me to understand she is not there anymore.
Then, in 7th grade one day I wore my Virginia tech T-shirt to school, there was a boy in my English class who asked me about my shirt. I mentioned my sister went to Virginia tech and I got this from her. “Was she there during the shooting?” he asked, I shrugged and I politely said “I rather not talk
How can you resist? Revised version (contest)It was a cool and breezy evening. The wind calmly blew on the way to Simon’s house. I was anxious to see him. He told me he has a secret to confess after that, he mentioned it was time for me to know what it was. Either way, I had a synch this could be interesting. Arriving to his house and yielding at the front steps, I took a breath hoping for the best. At my own pace going up the stairs then reaching for the doorbell, the pitched chime lasted for about a minute or so. No answer. Hmmm, do I press again? Figuring it would be impolite to redundantly beg for him to answer. He is probably busy or whatever! I took a seat on the front step and to pass the time to admire the unique and blended pastel colors of the sunset. Hoping at the same time he heard my arrival. A shiver of the cold got me like an arrow though; I comforted myself staying close to calm the goose bumps. Simon should be here by now and strange for him to be this way. Stepping up to the door for h
Behind the bars (WIP)It was late at night; I escorted myself to the castle to visit Nathaniel. It was dreary outside with the moaning winds, starless and the moon hiding in the sky. Going along the path to the wide, tall gate; a guard stood out there at their post. Gulping my breath, I had to come forth to them to see Nathaniel "May I help you?" he tensely asked as I looked away "I-I am here to visit Nathaniel, please?" the guard sighed rolling his eyes "Oh, well that's up to Delano to decide who will visit; come with me" the gate creaked from him pushing the handle, I chewed on my lips, butterflies flying and my saliva went sour. There, strolling down the narrow hall to the throne; Delano perched hastily pondering. The guard bowed his head while I went down on my knees courteously respecting Delano "What have you brought me, a concubine or another servant girl?" Delano dreaded my presence, I admit that was pretty rude and caddy of him. "Sir, this girl is here to see Nathaniel; may she have your permission
Passion in your sleepThere he was, sleeping and on my bed after I turned my back away for a moment. I couldn’t help but, stare at his innocence; he was serene. His inner child exposed in his sleep, I crept over to take a closer look at his delicate face. At an angle to his, he was at peace, into dreamland and unaware of my presence. His lips were pulling me closer, his lips slightly opened, smooth and delicate… Suddenly, something takes over me… I really want to kiss him! I can’t, that wouldn’t be right and downright bizarre… No, this is weird; don’t do this! I fight my mind to keep my distance away… However, this magic that’s in him possessing me to kiss him is getting to me… He is cute and pure like a baby at rest. My head leans closer to him as the fighting inside stopped I can’t look away… He’s so beautiful my blood flow is warm and the tingling sensation for him grows maybe just one little quick
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CancerCancer, the fourth sign of the zodiac, is all about home. Those born under this sign are 'roots' kinds of people, and take great pleasure in the comforts of home and family. Cancers are maternal, domestic and love to nurture others. More than likely, their family will be large, too -- the more, the merrier! Cancers will certainly be merry if their home life is serene and harmonious. Traditions are upheld with great zest in a Cancer's household, since these folks prize family history and love communal activities. They also tend to be patriotic, waving the flag whenever possible. A Cancer's good memory is the basis for stories told around the dinner table, and don't be surprised if these folks get emotional about things. Those born under this sign wear their heart on their sleeve, which is just fine by them.
The mascot of Cancer is the Crab, and much like this shelled little critter, Cancers are quick to retreat into their shells if it suits their mood. No wonder these folks are called c
Arcane Treatise 274Vegetarian Haggis
24 dried morels
12 small button mushrooms, minced
12 chanterelles, minced
2 ounces dried woodears
2 ounces dried porcini
3 caps dried shiitake
1.5 cups dried millet
1 medium white onion, diced
1 clove garlic, minced
1 tablespoon black sesame seeds
1 tablespoon sesame oil
5 cups canned or unsweetened coconut milk
1 large Spanish onion, minced
1 large turnip, peeled
1 large apricot, halved and pitted
3 large Russet potatoes, peeled and diced
3 tablespoons crushed nori
1 dash black pepper
1) In a large bowl, soak dried mushrooms in warmed coconut milk for one hour, or until soft and pliable.
2) Place a saucepan over medium heat. Once warm, add millet, black pepper, and sesame seed, and dryfry until fragrant. Add in white onion and sesame oil, and saute until onion releases juices. Fold in two cups coconut milk, bring to a rolling boil and let simmer at low for 20 minutes.
3) Remove morels from milk and reserve.
the 5 elementsThe 5 Elements of the Wiccan Religion
By Brian Edner
The Wiccan religion is a modern pagan religion that was developed in the first half of the 20th century. There are many parts to it, and one of them is the principle of 5 elements. These elements are Water, Earth, Fire, Air, and Spirit. The pentagram is a 5 pointed star that is inside a circle, this represents the 5 elements. According to the religion, each element has a direction, color, season, time of day, symbols, and aspects associated to it. This next part I am saying only to prevent others from criticizing me later, THIS IS NOT DEVIL WORSHIP, there may be some similarity with the symbols, there are not the same.
The first Element is Earth, the element of plants, rocks, and soil. Earth has ties to the north, the colors green and brown, wintertime, and midnight. Earth is a very stable element, and it grounds energies, be it lightning or magic. This is also the element of birth, death, and fertility. Do not plants grow from the e
Il Castello di Otranto 1
"Il Castello di Otranto - Una Storia Gotica - " di Horace Walpole
(Titolo originale: "The Castle of Otranto, a Gothic Story")
Manfredi, principe di Otranto, aveva un figlio e una figlia: quest'ultima, una vergine di rara bellezza, aveva diciotto anni e si chiamava Matilda. Corrado, il figlio, di tre anni più giovane, era un fanciullo pallido e malaticcio, di natura tutt'altro che promettente; eppure era il prediletto del principe, che non aveva mai mostrato alcun segno d'affetto per Matilda. Manfredi aveva combinato per suo figlio un matrimonio con Isabella, figlia del marchese di Vicenza, la quale era già stata consegnata dai suoi tutori nelle mani di Manfredi, così che le nozze potessero venir celebrate non appena la salute cagionevole di Corrado lo avesse permesso. L'impazienza di Manfredi riguardo alla cerimonia era stata notata dai familiari e dai vicini. I familiari, in verità, timorosi del carattere severo del principe, non osavano dar
Fosca 29 (prima parte)
Sì, nel segreto del mio cuore io giustificava Fosca. Se volendolo l'avesse potuto, il suo amore sarebbe stato puro. Ella avrebbe voluto amarmi come una sorella; ella comprendeva la sublimità di questo affetto, e soffriva di non poterlo conservar tale. Ciò era tutto, in lei non vi era dunque alcuna colpa.
Questa pagine che mi scrisse durante la sua malattia ne erano la prova più evidente:
"Mio Giorgio - Ti scrivo subito oggi benché il medico me l'abbia vietato. Non posso credere alla mia felicità, a me stessa. Poterti scrivere! Avere una persona cui poter dire ciò che si soffre! E sapere che queste sensazioni, questi sentimenti, queste sofferenze sono divise!... Non l'avrei mai sperato, non l'avrei mai sperato!
Anche prima di esser certa del tuo amore ho voluto illudermi che tu accettassi e avessi care le mie confidenze, ho voluto provare un'ombra di questa gioia, ti ho scritto quasi tutti i giorni; ma mio Dio! sapeva bene che tu non
Ann Radcliffe 16"Mio signore!" esclamò Vivaldi atterrito, quasi incapace di proferir verbo, "Mio signore!... depravata?", e respirando a fatica. "Chi ha osato insudiciare la sua immacolata reputazione insultando le vostre orecchie con queste infami falsità? Ditemelo, vi scongiuro, ditemelo immediatamente, che io possa affrettarmi a dargli quel che si merita. Depravata!... rendita annuale... una rendita annuale! Oh, Elena! Elena!" Mentre pronunciava quel nome lacrime di tenerezza si mescolarono ad altre, provocate dall'indignazione.
"Giovanotto", disse il marchese, che aveva osservato la violenza delle sue emozioni con grave disappunto e preoccupazione, "Io non presto fede a certe voci a cuor leggero, e non potrei sopportare di dubitare io stesso della verità di ciò che ho detto. Tu sei stato ingannato, e la tua vanità prolungherà l'inganno se non accondiscenderò a esercitare la mia autorità, strappando il velo dai tuoi occhi. Allontanala all'ista
the DelayedTime in the universe is delayed by light.There is undoubtedly a hiatus between what actually happens in the universe and what we see happening.Science has always mastered predictions far in the universe.Proper science jumps in time,looking backward and forward in time.Time is cellular for the time being.Independent and interdependent.When it comes to relate time either positive and abstract with self entities you get a glimpse of a time network that grows relentlessly in your grasp.Time has matter when is confronted by it and emerges in temporal tissues as the organs that keep our bodies in life.Think of our neural circuits that speed up our perception on basis of electricity.Light up your brain for the storm to come.Do it in time or elsewhere you'll be delayed.There is only one possibility of having the exact time in the universe and it isn't given by a precise clock rather by presence.Your presence in the universe is time itself.You see now elsewhere around you only your image.If you
True spirit within"The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That's the sound of being alive. It's your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it's all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can't-do-this, and can't-do-that's, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic."
― Brom, 'the Child Thief'
This quote from 'the Child Thief' by Brom, since I believe to take risks and challenges for what you believe are right. Not only is it part of life but, people shouldn't assume what is right for you otherwise lacks independence and belief listening to your heart of what you believe. When it comes to people who care about you, they just want to do what's best for you but, really they don't know you enough to empathize. For instance, if an adult expects me to be obedient for being good like them and I ask why; the answer is either 'because I said
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