|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
FFM15: To Be A WriterRock wrote a story; she revised it, shared it, revised it again, shared it again, and when she finally had it just the way she wanted it to be, she gave it to her brothers.
Paper laughed---he said it sucked, give up, go home, she'd better leave the writing to him.
Scissors said to try again, so she did.
Can't you hear the music? The light fell like raindrops, hitting my bare skin as I danced to the fiery music that surrounded me. Despite their glowing appearance, they were cool and liquid, running down my body like tiny rivers of sunlight. My companions and I saw the woman at the same time, and there was no hesitation. I caught her attention, swaying to the music.
“What are you doing?” the woman asked, her hair falling down her back like a waterfall of silver moonlight. She was beautiful, but tamed. The wild light inside her battled to be free, to dance with us.
“Dancing,” I replied. “Can’t you hear the music?”
The woman looked confused. “Are you alright?” she asked, edging backwards. The shadows danced around her, trying to draw her into the dance.
“I’m wonderful. Won’t you dance with us?”
She shook her head, afraid, and the shadows pounced. I danced close
Punctuation“I thought full stop didn’t feel like going because of her period,” whispered hyphen.
“Oh, no,” said semicolon, “that’s not full stop; that’s dot, one of the ellipsis sisters.”
Well, considered hyphen as he prepared to dash off, it had been a confusing story but now it seemed he’d be able to join the dots...
Stitching the World Together A tear was forming in the fabric. A man and his wife were drifting apart. Quickly she rifled through her bin, selected the red thread of love, passed it through her needle, and stitched the tear closed again.
But even before she finished that repair, an earthquake had destroyed thousands of homes along the coast. She pulled out a purple thread for compassion and pulled the rift together. On the radio, the DJ announced that countries from all over the world were coming together to provide aid to the stricken country.
At the edge, a bit was fraying. Someone was alone and hurting. For this she chose the blue thread of peace and hoped it held. More often than not, it didn’t.
Over on the other side, a patch had come loose. Drought had stricken an area, putting them at risk of starvation. From her scraps she pulled a green patch for life and sewed it into the fabric. Weather reporters forecast rain that night for the first time in
Neighbors Through the Glass Revised“Do you know why you’re here?”
A menacing spotlight shone on me from the direction of the ominous voice. I shivered, looking around frantically in the darkness. Where was I and how did I get there?
A sigh emanated from the darkness, and I managed to stumble out an answer in response.
“No. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“We know you didn’t. But you saw something didn’t you?”
I remembered waving to my neighbor from my pod after I’d gotten home from my assigned job as bookkeeper just like I did every day. He was an elderly gentlemen and he lived directly to the right side of me. Our pods were made of glass, like little glass cubicles stacked one on top of the other just like in a skyscraper office building, as the Government described when they first pitched the ideas to the Citizens. They reminded me of a display case for humans. You could see inside each pod on the right and left of your own pod as far as your eye could str
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More