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Game On! -Chapter 1- I toss my dark brown curls back over my shoulder, push the rim of my glasses up further onto my face, and casually grab the new Xbox One controller from its wire basket. Where am I you may ask? Quite simple, I'm standing in front of an Xbox One display in my local Gamestop.
I move the joysticks until I get to the start menu of that one trial racing game that's pre-loaded onto the device. I glance around the store, then back down at what I'm dressed in. A baggy Fable 3 shirt, large sweat pants that bag up around my flip-flop clad feed no thanks to the fact that I'm only 5 foot 2 inches, and a pair of camouflage finger-less gloves. 'Perfect gaming attire,' I think to myself.
Just as I'm nearly ready to begin playing a rather loud group of boys enter the store. Huffing I start the game and choose my car that I wish to drive.
And of course, suddenly the controller is ripped from my g
Saving Grace -Prologue-I turn off the engine of my car, a 2003 minivan, open the car door and head into my home. My home is rather boring, two stories, wood paneling and white walls due to the fact that our landlord is far too lazy to maintain the home. I share the house with my mother and father, who rarely ever pay attention to me. I also have a brother that is in college, but I don't speak with him very often.
I opened the door, place all of my school bags onto the floor and walk up the stairs to my room. Once inside of my room I shut the plain, dull, white door, grabbed my blanket and curled up in the corner farthest corner from the door, with my phone practically glued to my face. The screen of my Samsung Galaxy S3 suddenly lights up and began to play "One Of Us Is The Killer" by The Dillinger Escape Plan.
I press the accept button, and brought the phone up to my ear. It was Eian, my closest friend. He's around 16, same as I am, has short shaggy brown hair, and the brightest blue eyes anyone has ever se
Chapter 2 - Cleaning Up A MessJason was now sitting on the couch that resides in the living room of my apartment. He was now dressed in clothing that my roommate thrown about in his room, which were some navy blue sweats, and a stained white tank-top. I had also changed into an over-sized Portal 2 t-shirt, and a plaid pair of pajama bottoms.
I walked back over to the washer and dryer that I somehow managed to fit in the tiny pantry that was connected to my outdated kitchen. Jason's and my beer-covered clothing was already stuffed in the washer. I was currently pouring laundry detergent on top of everything in my top loader.
As soon as I shut the washer door and start its cycle, I hear "Sugar We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy blast from the room that Jason is residing in. I grin to myself, looks like he's already found my CDs and my stereo, I laugh lightly at my thought.
I exit the pantry and walk into the living room. One I enter the room I begin singing and dance over to Jason. "And sugar we're going down swinging
Odd Fate Chapter 1 And So It Begins I was sitting alone on the couch, embracing the loneliness and solitude that seemed to swallow up my small, dark apartment. Sighing I decided that it may do me well to get out of the house and go to the one place that I know will be packed at this hour, Clancie's Pub. I stood up from my comfortable position on the small, maroon couch, and walked towards the cast-iron door. I grabbed my phone off of the table by the door, and took one last look to see if I needed to grab anything else. I bent over and slipped on my knee-high Converse. Opening the door I walk across the street and into the small local pub.
As soon as I walked into the pub my senses are filled with the smell of beer, and the loud chatter of men and women alike. I slowly walk over to the red leather bar stools. I sit down and patiently wait for the bartender to come over and take my order. I sit there, legs crossed when finally one of the many bartenders walks over and stands, now waiting on
Life On The Wastes PrologueGrowing up in a Vault was rather hard and stressful. Not having my Mother around to help my Father raise me, or to help me with my "women" problems. My father tried to raise me alone, which he managed to do just fine. I was always so cold to him because I had thought that he was responsible for the death of my Mother.
I'd started to have some problems arise around the time of my 10th birthday. All because of that stupid little punk known as Butch. I refused to give him my sweetroll and he landed a solid punch to my temple, which knocked me unconscious.
Shortly after that happened, I came to in one of the horrible cots that reside within my Father's clinic. I didn't know how long I had been out, or why I was attached to so many beeping out that I had been out for a few days, and that Butch had a "formal apology" waiting for me once my father deemed me of being healthy once again.
Unlucky me though, my father had somehow figured out that I have a Pre-War "disease". I apparently have some
Life On The WastesName: Amellia Age:19 Gender: Female Looks: Bright pink hair (shoulder length), natural suspected mutation(s), lean build, 5'2", 120 lbs. Born: Somewhere in the Capital Wasteland, father brought her to Vault 101 shortly after her birth. Mother: Catherine; deceased. Father: James ((Who dies in the game, but I'm going to make his death more tragic and detailed. Fair warning, there's going to be a lot of jumping around in age, memories, but it should make sense.))
((First fanfiction ever, cut me a slight break please.))
I'm not alright...Well I swear to God,
I'm not alright this time,
and on the verge of the end.
I don't know why,
why I ended up this way.
It just hit,
now I'm left here,
sitting and waiting for help,
that I know I won't be getting,
I'll have to save myself,
if I wish to see yet another day.
And I'm starting,
starting to fear,
that I won't make,
it out of this alive,
with my heart still beating.
Take It All....Someone,
please rip out my heart,
and save me,
all of this pain and suffering.
I can't possibly endure,
all of this,
broken and gone,
to piece myself,
Cruel ThingsThis world,
this world is cruel.
This world shall always hurt you in the end.
Take it from us,
the ones that live everyday,
in a hell,
filled with your worst nightmares.
Keep your walls up,
for when you least expect it,
you'll be hurt in the cruelest of ways.
Take it from me,
I've been in this hell for the past 5 years,
once you're here,
You Told Me That You Loved MeYou told me that you loved me
And breathed life in to my world
You told me that you loved me
And you’ll always be my girl
You told me that you loved me
That I’m such a special man
You told me that you loved me
And we were part of His plan
Now you tell me you don’t love me
But you still let me believe
You tell me you don’t love me
And you never let me grieve
You tell me you don’t love me
That we can only be friends
Then you tell me you still love me
But never speak to me again
in the big blue.
So alive in the surf,
so afraid to break the surface
Staring up through the dappled sun,
tail swishing in wonder.
How i wish for
the Celtic Sea
is my big blue playground.
My bravado grows in the night.
are just bright enough to guide me.
The moon controls the tide,
the dawn sends me
Daily Poem #41I guess it's time to go
Time to leave the nest
I'll be back soon I know
And I will try my best
My SkinMy skin my skin
Why does it begin with my skin
Is this world so worldly
Is everyone's pride so lordly
Why is my skin unworthy
Unworthy of your touch
What does my skin have to be
Does it have to be half of me
Why do you have to laugh at me
Laugh at me so much
My skin is only part of me
But it’s the only part you see
I wish someone would set me free
Free from your words clutch
What would happen if my skin was gone
Then would I be a beautiful swan
Would I be a delicate fawn
Why is my skin a crutch
Beneath my skin there is more to see
Beneath my skin there is more of me
Beneath my skin i am free
Free to be me and such
My skin my skin
Why does it begin with my skin
and not with me
Did You Love MeDid you love me then?
Do you love me now?
If you ever did
Can you tell me how?
How you could leave me
And love someone new
Was it really that easy
To leave me and you
You live in our house
And sleep in our room
While I share with a mouse
In a depressing gloom
I still have your picture
The one where you laugh
When you loved me for sure
And we didn’t have a past
I still catch a whiff
Of your love and perfume
But if I step off this cliff
I will be with you soon
So meet me at the end
And we’ll ride off together
And our souls will mend
Tonight I ask of you...Tonight I ask of you...
Would you do me the favor of ending this pain?
Don't look at me like I'm the furthest from sane!
It's torture...its madness
It's sorrow and sadness
My existence a nightmare from which I can't wake
And no measure of distance prevents my heart from break
Every night I pray to God it will end
But he never shows mercy, no reaper does he send
There are those who should never fall for love's charm
For once they are broken, they only embrace harm
Unable to accept, unable to deal
Tortured by every overdosed emotion they feel
It is for those like us that only one end is clear,
Please send me away, forever my dear....
What am I?I thought I was the deepness,
the blackest cold of space
in an endless forward race
Perhaps I was the silence,
the space between the stars
A hollow, aching stellar wind
of burning cosmic scars
I pondered on the echoes,
to ask if they were mine
That slowly spreading whisper
from the very dawn of time
But now I know I'm empty,
like a singularity
And all my deepest, saddest thoughts
never escape from me.
PerspectiveTo me I am nothing
To me I am worthless
But to others I am everything
And to some I am priceless
It is all in perspective
About the things I refuse to see
All I can see is something defective
Self consciousness blocks out the things I could be
Yet my friends see something with prospective
They see the possibility of greatness in me
EmptinessThere's nothing that holds me here
Nothing to keep
Just the everlasting suffering
Down there in my deepest deep
I won't pass the test of life
Everything I touch fades away
I'm not good enough to survive
Loneliness is ruling my every day
I believe only lies
The demons are chasing me
I run with blindfolded eyes
Dragging me into everything I don't wanna be
In these dark days now it's showing
I'm nothing more than an illusion
It's clearly to see where it's going
My life's damaged by intrusion
Blinded and chained down
I'm locked up again
Once again expecting to drown
All my efforts were in vain
He's like a ghost within me
That is draining my soul
Keeping up the forever agony
I'm sure that's his goal
The Deep VoidThe darkness is surging,
emotions are flowing,
but emotions never get you anywhere,
in the land of the dark!
and no will to keep going.
they beg for strength.
They wish to rid themselves of it,
and live forever!
But sadly they cannot!
How so may you ask?
I know firsthand,
that you cannot live,
once you've entered,
the deep, black, abyss.
Once you are close to giving up,
the monster seems to give you a break,
a grace period.
Well it's not,
it's a trick,
YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE!
YOU'RE STUCK HERE
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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