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Serendipity: Amy's Ch.8 and Lynn's Ch. 7- TalkingOhshitohshitohshit.... Another damn thing that has a territory. This doesnt end, does it? Lynn thinks.
Lynn doesn't dare say a word. she stand perfectly still.
Amy says, "Where can we go, then? We don't like the plants."
One of the water creatures titers "How can you not like plants? the world is full of them. were you born under a rock?" The others laugh.
Ugh. There's no point arguing with them, is there? Amy thinks.
Amy looks around for somewhere else to go. "Stupid things," Amy muttera under her breath. "I guess we should go."
Everything looks lush and foresty. One of the water creatures sticks out her tongue at you.
Amy says, "I'm running out of ideas. Maybe we should just follow the river for a while. Upstream or down, Lynn?"
Lynn sees the water creatures stick its tongue at her.
"Mature," she says and does the same and stick
Serendipity: Amy's Ch.7 and Lynn's Ch.6- Water Amy keeps going towards the singing, trying to figure out whether it's part of the same consciousness or a different one. it's difficult to know if it is the same or different mind. The sound of water can be heard.
Creepy... the singing is... weird... Lynn thinks.
"What do you think is singing...?"
Amy says, "I'm not sure...this whole place hurts my brain too much for me to tell. Maybe we'll get lucky and find somebody else like us." She keeps going towards the sounds. The sound of water can also be heard. Far off they can see something that looks like water.
"Well, I hope we do. It would be nice to find another person. Either way though, right now I want to check out the water over there. I'm thirsty anyways."
Yeah, gonna just keep going towards the water. Not sure why this is taking so long.
As they get closer to the water they realize that it's a river.To the left is a medium sized water fall.&
Smile like a MaskI'm hollow and empty
Of ever feeling
Because I wear a smile like a mask
And I don't know who I am anymore
Or if I even exist
If all I am now is this mask
That I've had to wear to protect me
To shield me
To hide me
And I can't help but wonder
If the me that used to be real
Has simply starved
Has simply died a prisoner of my own shields
And all that exist is the hollow mask
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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