Deviant-Writing

As for me, I will fade away Creep on down to my grave With ones I love, I cannot stay Hopeless me, none can save Cold earth and silent dirt I bury myself in this tomb Sealing away all the hurt For that, there is no more room And lying still beneath the grass I sink farther down into the ground Forgetting all the things I let pass By in life and all the cacophonous sound My headstone is unfurnished So that none may visit This site by grievance burnished No place for living souls, is it? My only wish, left unwritten Is that you may find lasting bliss My fate was to the wayside hidden That my life was wasted, hope only for thi

Chapter One: Home The door opened silently, dripping light into the room. Dust shimmered and flickered in the heavy air. The metal frame of a large bed shone excitedly. Boxes upon boxes whispered dustily to each other as a draft flooded in. “Home, sweet home,” Said the man in the doorway. With his shining backdrop there wasn’t much of him to discern, other than a veil of thin, dark hair and a hefty bag slung over his shoulder. He stepped into the room and closed the door, blinking the dust and dark out of his eyes. Quietly he laid his large, grey bag at the foot of the bed and sat down on the mattress. Dust rose and flowed

The cold nip of the wind. The leaves crunching under my thick, black paws. The feel of my fur blowing around in the wind. Nights like this are what I live for. My name is Styng. I'm a born leader. Quick thinker, deep logic, and a knack for keeping a clear head under pressure. I am the alpha wolf in my pack. It's a good thing that I can keep a clear head under pressure, because, recently, we've been having some land skirmishes with another pack, along with being chased night and day by hunters and poachers out for our pelts. Between those two threats, we've already lost 5 members of our pack. It's getting hard to lead. I may need a second-in-c

Styng My black nose sniffed the air. I could feel my fur stand up on end. I knew that someone was sneaking around beside me. Suddenly, right next to me, the ground erupts into a shower of dirt! A loud "BANG!" alerts me that there is a hunter behind me. Suddenly, the entire world slows down. It feels so odd when that happens. My adrenaline blasts me forward! I charge towards the entrance as fast as is possible for a wolf my size. I slip through the tiny hole that the pack uses as an entrance, and the hunter is too large to pursue. I have escaped. Ryvre I'm on PBD (Pup Babysitting Duty) when Styng blasts through the entrance and yells, "GET

Hey Sil When we met 3 years ago You were that young excited girl Who just wanted to escape Like me I was that crazy dreamer Who you thought was so unique That year was fun We played together We learned together We cried together We laughed together We grew together Look at us now Still best friends Your still that kind girl I'm still that crazy dreamer But we've changed We've both went through darkness That second year We fought But that's fine We made up And we haven't fought To this day Remember When we went On tiny chat Every morning And late in The night ? How we kiked Each other After school ? Our logi

(This is a parody of Sammyclassicsonicfan's "Rant Against The Sonic Fanbase. Although it reflects most of my opinions, DO NOT take it seriously.) OKAY, THAT IS IT! THIS IS THE FINAL STRAAAAWW! I've had it with all you frickin trolls, and all you frickin haters, and all you frickin stupid fan-fricks! YOU GUYS ARE THE ONES THAT RUINED CARTOONS FOR EVERYONE! Can't you see that?! What the frick are you guys DOING!? Asking for all this fricking garbage? WHY DO WE NEED ADVENTURE TIME? WHY DO WE NEED REGULAR SHOW? WHY DO WE NEED ANOTHER SPONGEBOB MOVIE? WHY DO WE NEED A- A FANBOY & CHUM-CHUM REVIVAL?! WHY DO WE NEED ALL THAT?! CAN'T WE HAVE A PROP

"Ah ain't ever been on a beach before, ya know? Ah think we talked 'bout it before headin' over, over a cuppa th' best brew in Cervidas. Never did finish that drink, Ah 'eard the boat arrivin' 'fore we could. Ah've still got the bottle... but Ah'm gonna save this'n. Ya keep tellin' me not ta drink so much... Ah guess that ain't much of a problem anymore." Waves roll 'gainst th' shiftin' sand, evenin' warmth startin' to fade off over th' horizon. A soft breeze, the usual smells of my homeland missin', blow over what Ah figure is a rollin' plain. Far out as Ah am, Ah still can't escape the sounds of th' city on th' wind. "Ah still ain't used t'