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In deinen AugenIn deinen Augen...
... so verletzbar und still
kann ich das Kind sehen, dass nur Einsamkeit kannte.
... so unerreichbar fern
kann ich den Menschen sehen, der du versuchst zu sein.
... so unbeschwert lachend
kann ich den Menschen sehen, der sich in dir verbirgt.
... so empfindsam und rein
kann ich sehen, wie du fühlst.
In your eyes...
... so vulnerable and silent,
I can see the child that only knew solitude.
... so inaccessible,
I can see the man you try to be.
... so bright laughing,
I can see the man that is hiding inside.
... so sensitive and pure,
I can see how you feel.
Look UpIn the corner of the living room, half-hidden under a curtain rustling in the light rainy breeze was the emaciated figure of a young girl, no more than sixteen or seventeen. She couldn't have been. Dr. James Noble let the beam of his flashlight hover over her skeletal form for a few seconds before he stepped towards her. The silence in the house was overwhelming. Nothing could be heard but the pattering of the rain on the rooftop, and the quiet, labored breathing of the little girl.
She couldn’t have sat down more than a day or two ago, but she looked as if she hadn’t moved in months. Her eye sockets were like gaping black holes, the eyes themselves like all the others. Every specimen they had seen. Everyone…everyone on Earth had done this…
He could barely look at those eyes; barely hold the gaze of whatever this girl had become. He closed his own eyes, his flashlight beam wavering as his hands shook. He fell to his knees; sweat beading across his body as he r
what I did in outer space, and why I did it.Ten years ago, two candidates were needed for a mission that was far different from any other before. It would be a three-year journey to Alpha Centauri , a four-year mission to begin upon arrival, and three years back home once it was completed. The psychologists wanted people who weren’t leaving a lot behind. John was the obvious choice for the first position. He was the only child of an only child, who was also the only child of an only child, and so on and so forth. He didn’t have many friends since he was always busy with work, only acquaintances he waved to in the halls of the university.
A few weeks after he’d been chosen, he came to my office to tell me that his superiors were still looking for a second.
“Ten years is a long time to be gone from Earth,” I told him from my desk, though he knew by the way I was spinning in my chair that I was seriously considering it.
“Just put your name in and see wh
OHFE: Eleven Little Doctors (pt.2)
Good old web sites. With a little bit of hacking (including using Kaster's sonaser which was then returned - the mini-mister-Master hadn't even noticed his being pick-pocketed and vice versa) you can locate anyone from the site to which the crocheted toys' photos are submitted, Kyon Turlough thought. He had located the occupation of the possible candidate for the role of those toys' owner and maker, and now he was skating there.
Having reached the found address, Kyon stopped and frowned, thinking. The owners of this two-floor house were having guests, and they probably wouldn't like a party-crasher, so the boy quickly activated the in-built function in his board and dashed up into the opened window on the second floor. Easy as pie. People don't usually leave windows open in such not-too-warm weather, unless they want the air in their rooms to stay fresh, so no one had to be there... and no one was.
"If I were a burglar - and I'm not a burglar - wh
OHFE: The Christmas Calendar The day at school was hard, there wasn't even time to glance out of the window. Even too hard - as soon as Kyon Turlough went out of school doors, he at first thought that he was dreaming or the whole building had been brought to another place, like in that nasty business with Judoon platoon on the moon. Actually the urban landscape was the same, but everything was covered with the layer of white powder which was falling from the sky. Or it wasn't powder - those were large flakes.
"Wow, it's the first snow!" Audrey Rayner, the girl in whose family Kyon lived during his being on Earth, rushed out of the school doors. Unlike her "temporal brother", she was excited about this natural phenomenon. "Kyon? What's up?"
"What is going on, Audrey?" Kyon wondered, taking a handful of white flakes from the ground. Those weren't small balls, as he thought, but the combinations of tiny crystals - so accurate that even the best and exact gears couldn't have made them.
[Vocaloid Fanfiction] Iced Heart [KAITO one-shot]
I never understood popularity. Or the obsession with money. Or anything at all, really. I couldn't understand people's feelings, or their actions. I never saw the reasoning behind choices that others made, and I didn't feel the emotions that everybody else had. I was an empty shell, with just enough of a soul to continue living. So many told me that they liked me, my personality, my blue hair. But what did that mean? Why did they 'like' it, and what about it was special? And what exactly was my 'personality'? Crying when I rejected them; why? What made them sad, and why did they shed tears?
My brain consisted of calculations and gears, all juxtaposed in a perfect line. As far as I was concerned, I needed nothing more. The data stored in me was enough to get me through life, and that was fine with me.
I am not a robot. I am a human, but specially trained. When I was around five years of age, they hooked me up to a machine and programmed me. What they say is what I do, and I don't care.
VT 2 - Chapter 4In the red team's living room, they were celebrating their continued winning streak. Jasmine was enjoying the attention and the amount of praise the girls were giving her.
Carly: You did great in that battle Jasmine, I hope that we can keep up the winning streak.
Jasmine: Me too, but I'm kind of worried about something. I haven't seen Dark Magician Girl lately. I know it's surprising that after all the arguing I'm worried about her, but come on, I don't want her as an enemy.
Clover: Don't worry, you two might fight a lot, but I know she wouldn't turn on a teammate.
Aayla: We should start thinking about who we could eat next. Zelda is off the menu for two more battles, so that leaves twelve girls.
Carly: I want Mikaela to get eaten, and I want to be the one to do it. She' Sam's ex so nothing would make me happier.
The girls smiled and giggled at the thought of Carly eating Mikaela.
On the couch, Rapunzel and Samus were snuggling each other.
Samus: It was just one vote Rapunzel. It's not
The SymbioteThe Symbiote
Disgusting, squishy things. Their very appearance made Carmicle ill.
When initially discovered the organisms we now call Symbiotes were primitive. They moved around on their planet, blissfully unaware of what was going on in the universe around them. They consumed, shat, and reproduced… and that was about all. They were so efficient and consuming the resources of their planet that it was almost ready to cease life bearing function.
But we came along, and our scientists discovered somehow that placing them inside ourselves made us faster, both physically and mentally, and more perceptive. However the scientists discovered this is lost to the archives, but for some reason they simply fit inside us. Made us better.
And so we started harvesting them, by the thousands. The war was not going well for us against the Paranoids, so we were willing to try almost anything. But placing another
Irken Ancestors and Species AnalysisThese are just theories on the ancestors that grew up with the Irkens. I'm just going to give the nutshell version and I will post full a full analysis on each of species in way more depth when I'm done.
Location: They thrived in the tropical zones of planet Irk.
Appearance: They are green and shorter in stature they have large eyes. Males have bent antenna while females have curled antennae. Females use to have wings.
Natural predator: Laberalmathe (Very huge black monster bug)
Reason for life: Their natural predator died during the Global Warming Period about 5.93 billion years after plant creation. This allowed them to thrive.
0-Kerins - Danger
Location:Underground caverns of Irk.
Appearance: Blue green tones large eyes and with fluff on antennae, sharp teeth barbed hands and feet. Females have curled antenna while males have strait antennae.
Natural Predator: None
Reason For Extinction: Food source extinction. Young could no longer feed themselves.
Under the iron sky, doctor
Now that you have gone away
I feel so cold, why did I stay?
Dreams. One can't control them. One has to experience them. Stand by helplessly when they slip from your hand. The Doctor accompanies me often. Very often. And yet, I can never follow him.
Remember, I'll remember your face so pale
when you left me on that gloomy day...
Every time, every single time I die, leave another scar deep within him. Hurt him and have to watch how he is torn apart. The moment when his face turns ashen, when he knows that he can't help me. And never, not a single time I'm able to tell him, it's OK. That I have to leave him behind.
Time goes by, memories are mine
Memories. Memories that aren't real. Created by me, my dreams, my yearnings. So real, and yet never ever more than a dream. But they belong to me, me alone. My secrets. My memories.
Still waiting for the moment I'll see you again
Times are changing, memories are fading
One can't enforce dreams, long for them. They come, or they don't.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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