ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
All the laughter and jokes fade into noise.
'Have you got a pen?'
And some leftover paper from Biology
Writing.
Choosing sides
when the sun falls early
and rises late.
People come and
go and
complicate.
Changing everything
as the season falls
and we learn to hate.
We wonder if it's wrong
or simply a cruel
twist of fate.
'Have you got a pen?'
And some leftover paper from Biology
Writing.
Choosing sides
when the sun falls early
and rises late.
People come and
go and
complicate.
Changing everything
as the season falls
and we learn to hate.
We wonder if it's wrong
or simply a cruel
twist of fate.
Literature
I Realize The Truth
(Alec's Point of View)
I look around the room. Where is he? Usually, Magnus really stands out from the crowd, but today, I could not seem to spot him anywhere. Which really sucks. I need to talk to him, whether I want to or not.
Simon and Isabelle are talking. I'm not really paying attention but a few words wiggle their way into my head.
"Alec, pay attention. Or at least tell us what you're looking for," Isabelle tells me.
"Not what. Who. Magn
Literature
Choiceless
***Magnus POV***
Wednesday nights are boring. No one ever wants to go to parties on Wednesday. Sometimes you can get them on a Thursday but never a Wednesday. Worst, there's nothing on TV. And I'm bored. Out of my mind. Stupid Wednesday. You ruin my life.
So what's an attractive, extremely powerfully warlock like myself to do on a Wednesday? Watch American Idol. It's not even the good episodes; it's the result show. Which means someone is about to get their dreams crushed and have a sissy fit on national televison. They don't even have proper fits. I'm waiting for someone to just scream "fuck this" and storm off stage. Or for someone to fin
Literature
MagnusxAlec
Magnus was staring around the very crowded room. He noticed Alec. He turned around and tried to hide from him. For some unknown reason, Magnus really didnt want to talk to him. Or see him. Not now. Maybe he was scared. Magnus sighed. Its hard to love someone who doesnt love you back.
Uh? Magnus? said an extremely familiar voice. Magnus jumped at the sound. He was not expecting Alec.
Oh! Hi Alec! What are you doing here? Magnus tried to sound calm but he could here the panic in his voice.
Well, I am about to fight in a battle that could determine whether or not I will die. And I happen to b
Suggested Collections
Notes in red pen, written on a wet lunch where people surround me, but i'm not sure where i really want to be.
Anywhere but here, where i have to choose a side, or continue to be in the middle of a war which isn't a war.
So i do what i always do, turn to pen and paper, and relate.
I don't know which poem this is, or if it really counts in my series.
I have some more poems somewhere, but it would take all night to type them up. So maybe later.
Anywhere but here, where i have to choose a side, or continue to be in the middle of a war which isn't a war.
So i do what i always do, turn to pen and paper, and relate.
I don't know which poem this is, or if it really counts in my series.
I have some more poems somewhere, but it would take all night to type them up. So maybe later.
© 2010 - 2024 Flame-Cullen
Comments2
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Hey. So I know we don't talk much anymore, but I sympathise.
And who doesn't love writing things on convieniant bits of paper?
And who doesn't love writing things on convieniant bits of paper?