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
Gold Covered in TearsGold diamond ring,Gold Covered in Tears by TheMeTheyDontSee
Make my heart sing.
Until your misdirection.
How many lies told
To one you would give gold?
How can you lie?
Makes me want to die.
Why cause so much pain?
Tears pouring like rain.
Dreamed of many years.
Gold covered in tears.
Life Sentence 1UPI’d trade it all to get that feeling back, literally I mean itLife Sentence 1UP by justakid93
I’d sacrifice my life and everything in it
Just to have you in it, I’d do whatever to win it
I love you and fucking hate you and everything in between it
It’s hey you and then it’s fuck you, my demons have me defeated
Were we ever friends? Did this shit ever have any meaning?
Fuck the meaning… Cause you can’t even fathom the feeling
The phantom menace was breeding, it had me steaming and fiending
I used to think I’d trade it all, cause you had it all
My heart belonged to you, my mind was trapped inside your walls
But right before the fall you vanished and I was bald
Like Samson I balled until my fall and then I collapsed the walls
I used to think zero and zero could make infinite
Until infinite became inferno and you 1up’d over me
But no need for repetition, my mission is to get lifted
Cause every sentence has an ending, here’s my beginning
Dear GodDear god, the last few years have been kinda crazyDear God by justakid93
I nearly died and smoked until my purple mind was hazy
Wavy on my own wave, I had to do it my way
Until the wave ate me, still you saved me somehow
Sometimes this life can really have a nigga dumbfound
And wind me up until a girl had me unwound
But were you there when I nearly drowned?
Or did I drag myself out of the deep end? Tears of a clown
Please listen up cause I’ve got a lot to say
But you don’t give fuck, another death another day
Am I wrong? Dear god am I wrong?
Game or RealityGame or RealityGame or Reality by SueJO
No reason to cry,
this heart gives in,
winter turns to spring,
a slow ache says
nothing will change.
There was no time
taken to build
What's wrong is basic,
a twinge that will pass
when your voice
leaves my mind,
can’t be too arduous?
The rain in my soul
pours freely tonight
unable to imagine
lost us in a world of
Life goes on
as my will
pushes me forth.
No reason to cry,
this heart gives in.
Perhaps a walk
in the moonlight
will clear memories
Susan Johnston Owen©
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
Binary StarsxXxXxXxXxXxBinary Stars by streetcamera17
There is a thing in particle physics. A theory. That nothing ever fully, completely touches no matter how close together they may come because of the way atoms are constantly moving, constantly vibrating. So on an atomic level, nothing ever touched you, nothing ever happened to you except your own natural proclivity to the cellular fundamentals of Existing. The same laws that keep you together keep you apart from everything else.
(We didn't happen. We never happened.)
But even if nothing happened doesn't mean those things don't have consequences. There are still things like gravitational forces and electromagnetism and Newtonian paradigms and surface tension keeping water molecules clinging together hard enough to imitate cement till they CAN'T.
And binary stars still exist.
Oh, binary stars are my favourite. Binary stars are proximal bodies whose unique distance and gravitational attractions push them to compose a separate system that simultaneously insulate them from dest
Breaking a promise can make you feel like a horseA horse TF storyBreaking a promise can make you feel like a horse by Hedging
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“Is breakfast ready?” Matthew Jung asked his wife Jennifer.
“It will be in about fifteen minutes.” Jennifer said. “I hope you don't bet that to Gustafson either.”
“Honey, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?!” Matthew cried.
"Matthew, sorry just isn’t enough.” Jennifer said. “It won’t undo what you did and get us our money back.”
Matthew Jung was a young farmer who lived with his wife Jennifer and three kids on a farm. They were doing fairly well until Matthew one day made a very stupid bet without talking to his wife first with his old rival, Stanley Gustafson to see which horse was the faster one. The loser would have to pay the winner their horse and almost all their money. Guess which one lost. Matthew tried to get a new horse to do Rocko’s work and hopefully make him and his family a profit again…but the only horse he could afford now was
The snow white TF of David MurphyA TG, age regression and dwarf TF storyThe snow white TF of David Murphy by Hedging
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"Are you sure you got all our wedding clothes packed?" Amber Murphy asked her husband David.
"Yes Amber, I checked five time already. We got everything." David said stressed. "
"Okay. I got the passports so...hey where's Michael?" Amber asked.
"He and Luke are playing their saxophones upstairs." David said.
“Michael, ready to go?” Amber Murphy called out to her nine year son Michael.
“Coming mom! Just let me get my shoes!” Michael called back to his mother.
“Don't dilly dally! We have to be at the airport in just 45 minutes!” David called.
"Don't be hard on him! We could have left earlier if you had packed the night before!" Amber scolded.
David was stressed, And he was not a person you wanted stress,
He was 42 year old black haired pale man with a sullen face. He loved his 40 year old blonde haired wife Amber and nine year old auburn haired son Michael
Dystopian FutureBeginningDystopian Future by TheMeTheyDontSee
They say that the wall was built to keep Mexicans out of the United States. I wonder if that’s true because most of us would do anything to get to Mexico, legal or not. I know that I would and will, or die trying. I’m the oldest of 8 children and my family needs me. My mom is too sick to work and her medication cost more than our house. My mom won’t talk about it, but my dad used to do some shady things to put food on the table. When the cops found out, I became the man of the house. There isn’t a lot of work for someone who couldn’t afford to go to school, but I do what I can. Transporting drugs is a dangerous business and if I get caught I’ll end up like my dad, but it’s the only way to keep my family alive…except for my mom. It seems like her medicine gets more expensive every day and my source in East Saint Louis is drying up. Finding a new source is v
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.
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