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Afterlife
Afterlife
The sky looked perfect today; no sign of rain on today’s forecast… I just wished it would feel like this every day, no pain, no strife, nothing. It is as if I was walking into a dream and I never wanted to wake up. Every time I would take a walk on a certain path, I would usually feel at peace with myself. It’s nice to see people walking to and fro to wherever place they may be. As I continued walking down, I just waved my hands at them, having that warm, fuzzy feeling inside as they waved me back with smiles on their faces. I swear it was such an beautiful sight, seeing different people, young and old, male and
All
79 deviations
Literature
Afterlife
Afterlife
The sky looked perfect today; no sign of rain on today’s forecast… I just wished it would feel like this every day, no pain, no strife, nothing. It is as if I was walking into a dream and I never wanted to wake up. Every time I would take a walk on a certain path, I would usually feel at peace with myself. It’s nice to see people walking to and fro to wherever place they may be. As I continued walking down, I just waved my hands at them, having that warm, fuzzy feeling inside as they waved me back with smiles on their faces. I swear it was such an beautiful sight, seeing different people, young and old, male and
Featured
76 deviations
Literature
Loving Memories Chapter 31
Chap 31: True Feelings
Tamy just stood there, her face blushing deep red as she saw Airam and Austin on the floor in a somewhat perverted position. But eventually she came to her senses and said...
Tam:"I don't want to what you guys did while I was asleep but I want no part of it!! *blushing while crossing her arms*"
They both got up slowly, wiping the dust from their clothes. Airam was the first to explain...
Ai:" Umm *blushing* Austin said that you were asleep for a long time so we decided to play some games while waiting..."
Tamy refuted
Tam:"But what's with those weird sounds I heard... Like Austin saying that you were too ti
The Backyardigans Loving Memories
31 deviations
Literature
The Lost Pianist
The Lost Pianist
Tears reminisce mahogany boxed memories,
Of ecstatic crescendos and tearful diminuendos.
For deep in eternal sadness lies the lost pianist,
Who once dreamt of glorious symphonies.
As he caresses the goddess of the piano,
She moans of rhythmic joy and pleasure,
Executing works that rival the Siren's song,
Echoing the lost voices of her past masters.
But in time's command, their hearts went astray.
Each lying in their own pool of heartfelt miseries.
While he walks asunder, away from melodic Eden,
She beckons to him, yearning to be loved.
Her sorrowful notes whisper his name,
When he contemplates sweet nostalgia.
Musical Literature
1 deviation
Adventure Time Related
10 deviations
Literature
The Open Door
The Open Door
Years traverse the mountain of time
As I flow in the river known as life.
For when the dawn of a new year surfaces
I still swim in past memories in a lake of bliss.
Moments of pleasure and pain,
Joy and sorrow beholden in 365 days;
Each filled with its own sweetness and spice
A cocktail for a colorful life made nice.
The breath for resolution enwreathes me
In hopes of seizing the year.
Indefatigability, a drug, my drug.
Against the penumbra of a sodden year .
A new year opens with a welcoming smile
The rubies of success begin to glimmer
Windows of opportunities will make their show
A new beginning blooms like the
Poetry
17 deviations
Literature
Bloodstained Freedom
Part 1: Into The Darkness
It was an ominous November, the roads were disturbingly quiet. Beside the road was a deep forest which no one dared to enter. Some say that a voice can be heard beneath the forest, a childlike voice that was full of merriment and joy but then shifts to screams of pain and despair. People would just usually avoid the forest and the facility near it, an abandoned asylum named "Agapain Asylum" that was rumored to have shut down due to violent reasons. But it was just a legend and legends are just means to scare people, but somet
Prose
1 deviation
Literature
The Lost Pianist
The Lost Pianist
Tears reminisce mahogany boxed memories,
Of ecstatic crescendos and tearful diminuendos.
For deep in eternal sadness lies the lost pianist,
Who once dreamt of glorious symphonies.
As he caresses the goddess of the piano,
She moans of rhythmic joy and pleasure,
Executing works that rival the Siren's song,
Echoing the lost voices of her past masters.
But in time's command, their hearts went astray.
Each lying in their own pool of heartfelt miseries.
While he walks asunder, away from melodic Eden,
She beckons to him, yearning to be loved.
Her sorrowful notes whisper his name,
When he contemplates sweet nostalgia.
DLDs
1 deviation
Literature
The Lost Pianist
The Lost Pianist
Tears reminisce mahogany boxed memories,
Of ecstatic crescendos and tearful diminuendos.
For deep in eternal sadness lies the lost pianist,
Who once dreamt of glorious symphonies.
As he caresses the goddess of the piano,
She moans of rhythmic joy and pleasure,
Executing works that rival the Siren's song,
Echoing the lost voices of her past masters.
But in time's command, their hearts went astray.
Each lying in their own pool of heartfelt miseries.
While he walks asunder, away from melodic Eden,
She beckons to him, yearning to be loved.
Her sorrowful notes whisper his name,
When he contemplates sweet nostalgia.
DDs
1 deviation
Motivators
2 deviations
Pictures
7 deviations
ATFC
1 deviation
Scraps
6 deviations
