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My Bloody Motherby Scott Me by Scottinnitus, literature

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Deathly FamousScott Melrose by Scottinnitus, literature

My Bloody Motherby Scott Me by Scottinnitus, literature

Lucid DreamsScott MelroseI by Scottinnitus, literature

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Take a Pass by enigmaticsmile, literature

Literature

Take a Pass

"So, you want to be famous again? You want to be cared for again?” The girl who spoke the words to me was about ten years old, had reddish brown hair down to her lower back, and the most adorable set of freckles dappled across her nose and cheeks I'd ever seen. I hadn't said a word, but she had just walked up to me at the bus stop and asked the question. I didn't want to answer, so I asked a question. "Is that a question, or an offer?" I should have anticipated her response. "Can't it be both?" The wind blew slightly. Her hair was tousled by it and glinted in the sun. She didn't belong here in this neighborhood. We were

Short Story Nightmare by DJTravesty, literature

Literature

Short Story Nightmare

Jon is under the covers, trembling in fear. He hears something and begins to tremble even more. Jon is so petrified that he can't move at all. He doesn't know what to do. "What can I do" Jon thought. "Now that Jon's asleep what movie did you wanna watch tonight?" asked Chrissy, Jon's mother. "We rented that scary movie didn't we?" replies Mark, Jon's father. "Ha ha, you always wa....", Chrissy is interrupted by the sounds of screams from upstairs. "He probably had a nightmare. I'll go check on him" spoke Mark. Mark enters Jon's room. Jon is still under the covers. Mark can still see him shaking under the sheets. He approaches the bed. Mark

Gallows of the Eye by DSteffi, literature

Literature

Gallows of the Eye

How loud the shouts and whispers, Echoing on from invisible tongues. As melodies sing like acid vapors, Oh, the profanity has begun. To storms it is not comparable, Thunders become a mother’s song. Even nightmares turn to lullabies, And monsters leaving on their own. Coming forth with a hunter’s crouch, Lying in wait in the darkness’ shade. Only not in the corners of your room, But there instead in your guarded mind. Fight it with fire all you like, Stare it down with all your might. The more you purge the more it feeds, A war that’s won with stronger greed. One goal crowns its lonely wake, A feeble little soul liv

dA love for everyone! #49 by Lintu47, journal

dA love for everyone! #49

Feb 18, 2013

:dalove: :la: :dalove: :la: :dalove: As the title suggests, this news article's goal is to spread the dA love into everyone's heart! You will find here a little bit of everything, from awesome interviews with talented artists, art features, group promotion to random deviants' features. I hope you will find this informative and entertaining! Interviewed artist: rainylake (https://www.deviantart.com/rainylake) `rainylake (https://www.deviantart.com/rainylake) :bulletyellow: Tell us what defines you as a person. Photography defines me. Without it, I would not be the person I am today. I wouldn't have taken as many risks if I had not picked up a camera, and wouldn't have experi