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Wake me up when september endsWake me when September ends
The sun's final light fades behind me as I lie on our couch and watch the curtains darken. The chill in the air reminds us that winter wasn't long ago. I think of you out working in the cold and dark but the empathy takes a moment to hit. Am I too cold? I think our summer's past and I don't know if I can make it through our next fifty years together.
I remember my father standing strong beside my mum. How many years have passed since he left I wonder? More than I care to count or remember. How am I meant to emulate the one man I've learnt to despise? What will come of us if I stay? Can I risk the world, my world, to try and fail? No. I think it's better to wait, wait and wait. Wake me up when it's over.
The rain begins, you'll be walking through it later, and the pattering on our roof relaxes me. I recall our early years. So many years. Living, breathing, loving. But time's passed, it's had to, and I don't know if we work the same. When the time come
Momiji's AffirmationsChapter 1
I walk over from the doorway and sit down beside her bed where she is sleeping soundly. For a time I just look at her, her soft brown hair and peaceful expression sweetly complimented by the soft breeze entering from the hospital room's open window which gently plays with her hair.
"Ahh, I guess your sleeping, right Tohru? Well I guess that's a good thing, you need your sleep to get all better and go back to being your cheerful, kind self" I smiled softly, "things are to quite without you".
It had been a week since Tohru had been admitted to the hospital, after falling from the edge of a cliff while in Akito's company. Momiji was one of her most frequent visitors, with the exceptions of Saki, Arisa and Yuki. Between themselves they managed to keep her company for most of the time she was hospitalized.
I lie back in the cushioned chair, and let my mind wander while Tohru slept on. Kyo had been banned from visiting Tohru by her bodyguards Saki and Arisa. I did my best to
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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