Newest
Once Upon a Midnight DrearyHe had never really noticed it before. Not in all the years he had lived, studied, even taught at the school. He had never noticed how silent the mansion could truly be. The oppressive silence that filled the hallways at night. The silence which clung to the darkness created as students turned off their bedroom lights and fell into dreams. The cruel silence that echoed the happy memories of today and days long since past. Days which would, could, only be a memory to them now.Once Upon a Midnight Dreary
He didn't remember when he had taken roaming the halls every night. He had done it as a kid, when stuff got to be too much or bad dreams worse. The habit mo
by ~Fe-Washburn
The Quest-PrologueA figure lay along the cool gray stone, staring into the deepness of the pool. Silver light played along the surface shining out to illuminate the cavern around. Shadow and light danced along together, at the same time softening and sharpening the appearance of the stone. A soft hum filled the space as the rocks sung with the silver power. A hand, draped by silken white cloth, reached out. A thin face, veiled and hooded in white, was suspended over the water. It reflected on the surface revealing fingers, pale and long, and a pair of large, lavender eyes. The fingers flexed and the pool began to stir. RipplesThe Quest-Prologue
by ~Fe-Washburn
Drowning in the SunRain. It had rained every day for the past seven years. Steady, sluggish torrential downpour never ending. Each drop hit against the ground with a minute thud. Each thud sounded with others moving at the same velocity becoming a beat. The beats blended with others, substituting an endless roar where music should have been. Thud! Thud! Thud! Bop! Thud! Thud! Bop! Drip! Yes, there were days the monotony broke. Days where the rain came harder, crushing our world with its weight. I’m sure if a man wanted, drowning his troubles could be as easy asDrowning in the Sun
by ~Fe-Washburn
Favourites
Journal
No journal entries yet.
deviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Earth That Was
- Interests: Reading, Writing, Movies, Boys, Friends, and Biology
- Favourite movie: Undecided
- Favourite band or musician: Evanescence
- Favourite genre of music: Country, Alternative
- Favourite poet or writer: Henry Longfellow, Isaac Asimov, Spider Robinson
- Personal Quote: "A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men." -Robert Dahl
- Tools of the Trade: Nothing save my own imagination.
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
An empty heart is by no means unbroken. With nothing to fill its center, its walls are more fragile then glass.
CURSE YOU MAN FORMS!!!!!!*dramatic pose* XD
OBEY MY LOGIC. MY CAPS LOCK IS ON!~Olera144
--
"Porque sabemos lo que el poder hará con la imaginación; imitarán al arte, y el arte imitará al arte porque el arte será el arte de imitar" Rocabruno
"There's not a moment to be lost!" Jack Aubrey
Send this to 10 people u care about including me!
SEND THIS TO ALL THE PPL YOU LOVE.
1-3= Not So Loving..
3-5= Uhh...
5-6= People like you
6-7= People luv you
8-9= Damn People ADORE you
9-10=YOU'RE THE BEST! EVERYONE LOVES YOU
--
Remember kids, sparkling water can explode too.
To Each Their Own.
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, and he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun, but he don't know what it means. -In Bloom by Nirvana
--
Remember kids, sparkling water can explode too.
To Each Their Own.
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, and he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun, but he don't know what it means. -In Bloom by Nirvana
--
Remember kids, sparkling water can explode too.
To Each Their Own.
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, and he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun, but he don't know what it means. -In Bloom by Nirvana
--
Remember kids, sparkling water can explode too.
To Each Their Own.
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs, and he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun, but he don't know what it means. -In Bloom by Nirvana
Previous Page12Next Page