Day and NightDay is forever trying to keep night interested with her shimmering rays and luscious warmth.Day and Night by rociobelindamendez
Shining ever so brightly in hopes of piercing through the barrier that keeps them apart.
Night dreams of day, and spends his time carving holes into the sky so it can watch her.
He waits for the moment she sends her sun to his moon.
––They hold one another as an ode to their masters forbidden love.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
LayersThere are multiple versions of yourself living soundly inside.Layers by rociobelindamendez
A different psyche in altered perceptions, with rules you will abide.
Life somehow implies that we’re strangers; even to ourselves.
A visitor turned host –– they don’t tend to stay themselves.
We must choose adventure, and roam through surging worlds.
A journey to the unknown, where imagination unfurls.
We don’t know much for sure, why pretend we do?
Lying to ourselves to fill the void. Who’s really who?
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
PontificateWe live in reverse.Pontificate by rociobelindamendez
We’re born dead, and grow alive. Perhaps we don’t fear being gone, but instead we fear to start anew.
What’s scarier than something we don’t know? What’s scarier than jumping into it free of will?
To begin and to end, both equal in ambiguity; where does one start if not from itself?
Different words from the same proverbial tree
Too alike in discourse to negate;
life is but to pontificate.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
You're an ocean in one drop.You are not alone in this life. Take the time to realise those who may be counting on your strength, those whose heads fit perfectly on your shoulders, those who need your arms to hold them up.You're an ocean in one drop. by rociobelindamendez
You may be one person in the world, but you could mean the entire world to another, in many different forms. Company is what it comes down to; someone you can be alone with, someone you choose to spend your moments with, people who are more than a chapter in your story, those who are main characters, those who move you, those who linger on.
If you were really alone in this world, you wouldn’t feel alone; you’d feel complete, strong, immense. You would be everything you need, and you would stand tall without realising. You’re not alone, do you understand me? Do you hear me? Do you feel me? We’re both alive in this instant, isn’t that something?
What a crazy notion –– in these billions of years worth of existence, we’ve managed to stumble across each
Aladdin Fanfic/VOCAL PERFORMANCE WITH MUSIC PART 1Aladdin Fanfic/VOCAL PERFORMANCE WITH MUSIC PART 1 by and02626
Riddle: what do you get when you cross a Walt Disney animated classic with erudite writing and radio drama?
Answer: YOU GET THIS.
Hello, it's Deviant and02626, also known as Sinister Cutlass! For the "Sound of Music" contest in the All-Disney group on DeviantArt, I'm performing selected chapters from my fanfic "A Tale of Two Sorcerers: The Coup D'etat". Here, you can access chapter 2, but later, I will be performing and making available chapters 3 through 6 for the contest. Make sure to listen to the prologue first, for some back-story on this fic!
Aladdin Fanfic/VOCAL PERFORMANCE WITH MUSIC PART 2Aladdin Fanfic/VOCAL PERFORMANCE WITH MUSIC PART 2 by and02626
A full vocal performance, integrated with music from the soundtrack of Aladdin, is now available for Destane's Entertainment, Parts 1-4!
Here you go!
This was an interesting exercise in using snippets from the soundtrack and reinterpreting them for my characters and situations
Check out how I was able to repurpose the sound of Jafar (as a cobra) striking at Aladdin
Parallel - Remember me... (Chapter 1)Parallel - Remember me... (Chapter 1) by JamieGardevoir
Chapter 1: Prologue
20 January 2012
The last thing Morta deleted before everything was gone was itself.
PP: COTF File 3PP: COTF File 3 by JDMWanganPichu
Pokémon Petrolheads: Chronicles of the Fastest - File #3 : White Subaru joins the gang?
9th February 2014
It was two days before the National Foundation Day in Japan, but the day was still in winter. The speed legend continues, as more street racers are approaching into the Tokyo Metropolitan Area.
James Bernard was travelling in his Skull Bullet Camaro, and roaming around. Mitsuhashi Matsuda and Mizutani Akita weren't getting out. It was when the legendary "F1 Killer" was rumored to coming back to the streets, but unknown to others, it was running silently, smoothly and brightly, onto the wide expressways. The hashiriyas were soaked into the lights of expressways too.
At the junkyard, many forgotten legends were "cremated" into the metal scraps, or molten metals (at extreme temperature). These cremated legends were placed into an "urn" - a factory which recycle cars and metals. Others were exported to other countries. Because of this, lesser and lesser of legendary classics wou
Dear Mother, Dear FatherDear Mother,Dear Mother, Dear Father by TheMeTheyDontSee
Insanity is begging.
It burns inside,
Something deep inside,
Bleeding deep inside.
Insanity wearing darkness.
End my nightmare.
In the end
Do you understand?
Retrieving a dying breath.
FaithFaithFaith by TheMeTheyDontSee
I am yours
Living on the edge
On the thin red line
The other side
Tell me why
Praying for answers
My Angel I AdoreMy handsome angelMy Angel I Adore by TheMeTheyDontSee
My valentine I adore
This wonderful man I’ve fallen in love with
Hope for the hopeless romantic
Ponderings of a wedding
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Unknown dream becomes reality
“Tears, go away! Erase your image!”
Happily ever after,
The RiverThe RiverThe River by NinjaWithCheese
A hand reaches out of the dark, grabs you by the wrist drawing you into shadows, disappearing quickly as it came.
“Don’t go by the river, they told you. Don’t go by the river if you love your wife. You’ll leave that girl a widow, cause her pain and strife.” Says a voice from the darkness. “Don’t go by the river you’ll be sorry if you do. They told you.”
“Yes they did.” You reply nervously.
“And yet here you are.” Bright white teeth appear in the darkness as something cracks a devilish smile. “Do you know why they told you not to go by that riverside?”
“What do you want?” You ask, staring at those teeth glinting in the moonlight.
“It’s not about what I want,” The voice tells you, “It’s about what you want.”
“Who are you?” You ask.
“Oh I have many names, I am all the things from these swampy black lagoons. Some
BandiCrazy-Ch. 1 Part. 3BandiCrazy-Ch. 1 Part. 3 by GirlCrash97
Crash heard a strange sound, a kind of alarm and the cages were opened.
"What's up? There free at last? " asked Coco.
Suddenly arrived two henchmen holding bifurcates sticks that emit electricity.
"Take it as a no," added Crash browsing through the two figures who approached.
"It's time the Outdoors" added Rex.
All animals were forced to come out and taken to a gigantic Garden on a huge terrace.
Crash and Coco were surprised to see a place like this.
"Each evening bring us out here, I don't know why, but at least we can breathe fresh air," said Rex.
Suddenly a female raccoon that arrived with all his euphoria greeted. "HI GUYS!"
Crash and Coco looked her so strange.
"She's Ginny" explained Rex "Was a pet to Cortex's niece, then was brought here and the nephew were cut their hands"
Crash was shocked by the story enough to move away to reach peaceful Tawna that he was on an artificial mound.
"Ginny, you got scared," said Rex at the female racoon.
"I? But it is you who tell ev
He was beautiful and he loved me and he was mineIt's 12:50am and my dog just died.He was beautiful and he loved me and he was mine by streetcamera17
My dog just died and 13 hours ago I ignored him when I left the house because I was in a hurry and he was just curled up in the corner, silently watching me as I backed out the garage. That wasn't unusual. He was always a quiet, gentle dog. He rarely ever barked. He never bit, not even in jest.
He never caused a ruckus nor fought for attention. He loved you by randomly reaching out and putting a single, solitary paw on your arm or leg, staring up at you with big hazel brown eyes as he did so. Did you know that his eyes were my favourite feature of his? They were always so incredibly human. With most dogs, you can only see a hint of the sclera - the white part of the eyes. With most dogs, you usually only see the iris and pupil. With Spotty, you could see nearly the same balance of sclera, iris and pupil that you do with mine and yours and every other human being's out there.
Yes, his name was Spotty and it's one of the most unimaginative dog names out
What They Don't Tell YouA person does not become a hero because of who they are but because of who they strive to be. Everyday you will try to make things right and everyday you will fail and succeed in varying measures. Your life will be punctuated with misplaced keys, forgotten wallets, and that name you can't remember - the same name that belongs to the person that's shaking your hand or waving at you from across the street. You will have more than your fill of the anticlimactic, the you-wish-you-hadn'ts, the winedark sinkholes of events you've chosen to forget, and being in possession of words you do not have.What They Don't Tell You by streetcamera17
There will be several dramatic events but there will be no single dramatic catharsis. That's what the movies get wrong. There is no solitary culmination and subsequent explosion of everything bad; then a sunburst of air into your lungs and happy ever after. There is only the steady business of wounds healing, progress being made, and formerly lonely alienated people coming together by the trust they
Fly in the OintmentFly in the Ointment by and02626
Here was her opportunity at last. But her quarry, the object of her intended crusade, looked happier and prettier than ever.
Megan knew that upon Kathryn's death, her soul would dissipate like so much sea spray, while Megan's own soul would become eternal and join those of the faithful in the Celestial Kingdom.
How the H-E-double hockey sticks does she live with herself, knowing she's going to lose everything? Megan wondered. How does she keep her morals when there's no reason for young men to hold back from her? Why does she look so… normal? In fact, even better than she did before? She's probably living in sin with some boy.
Despite herself, Megan drew nearer to the apostate. Megan would later reflect that perhaps this was that fearlessness of hers - which definitely qualified her as a unique individual different than other Young Women in the Mormon Church - asserting itself.
Kathryn spoke f
Fly in the OintmentFly in the Ointment by and02626
The Fall of Kathryn and What Megan Thought While Watching It Happen
Six years ago, Kathryn and her family had moved into Megan's congregation, or 'ward', as the Latter Day Saints call it.
From the beginning, it had been clear that Kathryn would never be comfortable among the lip gloss and chunky heels, the bubbly enthusiasm and regulated friendshipping, the afterschool gymnastics and lacrosse, of the Young Women.
Kathryn's mother had evidently failed to take her daughter aside, during that critical summer after fifth grade, and introduce her to good friends 24 Hour Fitness, Tan Republic, Calvin Klein, and those besties Abercrombie and Fitch.
Her mother had also failed to instruct Kathryn in reticence when it came to talking about the books she read for English, the excitement and social drama of her debate tournaments, and her family's monthly trips to the theater. Kathryn learned this last one quickly, however, when her excited
Fly in the OintmentFly in the Ointment by and02626
Megan pedaled home on her bike with the pink-and-white handlebar streamers. She thought of the impending hills and homework and babysitting that awaited her, and she sighed heavily. She was 18, a senior, and a proud B-student at West Park High School. She was doing OK.
It is true that Megan had failed to earn her driver's license; a sin against Americanism that forced her, to the consternation of her staid conservative parents, to pedal everyday through the 'Mexican ghetto' while in the bloom of young womanhood.
While Megan's parents minded this, Megan didn't so much. Riding home from school was her special time to shut off her school brain and enjoy the breeze that rustled the maples and ran cool fingers through her pink-beribboned hair. When she recognized this little bit of fearlessness in herself, she chuckled a bit. And they say Mormon girls are all the same!
Up ahead of Megan, a slim white figure with
Of Innocence and Greyscale DreamsI can hear the air con engine above everything else. Its voice living louder than my professor's who is three feet away from me in this tiny plot of 23 students. If I let myself drift I can hear the video documentary playing in the next room. It plays like an old radio and images flicker in my mind in black and white. Like in a 50s era flashback, I can see bored students in starched shirts and pressed dresses, staring without seeing at the antique light box. Cartoons weren't mindless enough yet to capture anyone above one. They dreamt of other things. They dreamt of running through grimy city streets with kites and strung-together old cans. They dreamt of the noise of their laughter with the click-clack of shoes against pavement. Candy was the currency and kids could be cruel without actually causing any harm. Damage was a thing that could be fixed and light shows were all it took to feel eternity.Of Innocence and Greyscale Dreams by streetcamera17
They were innocent and innocence is in not knowing that the world can hurt you. No one h
Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt1Part 1Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt1 by dragonofbrainstorms
*It was early in the morning when a little boy named Eric was reading a book. Then his older sister Jill comes in*
Jill: *smirks* Whatcha reading, Eric?
Eric: *smiles* About the little engine and the toys it brings! It's a birthday train and tomorrow's my birthday!
Jill: *smirks teasingly* Ha ha! Birthday train full of toys? I just can't believe you're really believe that.
Eric: Sure I do. It'll come!
Jill: *walks away from him* Don't hold your breath. *her right hand holds the door and turn her head to her little brother, Eric* This is not gonna be any little engines or birthday trains gonna be here.
Eric: It'll come. I know it will! I know it will! I know it will! I know it will!
*After the appearance of the world name know as Train Yard Express, we see Sora, Donald Duck, and Goofy walking through a forest close to a train yard*
Sora: I wonder where we are now?
Donald: I don't know.
Goofy: Gawrsh me either.
?????: *Loud whistle noise* TO WORK! TO WORK!
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