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A School Festival Performance“The awesome me has an awesome idea!” Prussia shouted into the room, stabbing his finger in the air and grinning broadly. The room was almost bare, filled only with the members of Class 1EB that weren’t already doing something for the school festival.
Britain raised a drowsy eyebrow, shifting his feet away from the desk to get a better look at their class ‘leader’. “And what might that be?” He asked doubtfully.
Prussia laughed and brought his hand down. “We’re in a music room, so why not perform a song?” He waited as the information dissolved and his classmates nodded in agreement. “I shall be lead guitarist, of course.” He stated pointing a thumb at himself, and then at an old electric guitar that was beginning to gather dust in a corner of the room.
“I can be bassist,” Britain suggested, leaning forwards to show that his interest was slowly growing.
Greece brought out two drumsticks from a tray by the
100 Theme Challenge: 2. ComplicatedMio raced down the stairs and slammed open the door, steam practically coming out of her ears.
“Where is it?” She shouted at Yoshino, who was kneeling by the table in her kendo suit.
Yoshino just smiled sweetly. “Where is what?”
Mio hit her sister over the head with the kendo sword. “My special 5-Per-Day strawberry!” She yelled, “The one that belongs on my special 5-Per-Day cake!” She knelt by the sofa and hit her head off the arm rest. “This is the second time you’ve done this to me…”
Yoshino pulled out a strawberry and winked. “You mean this strawberry?”
Mio whirled around, anger all over her face as her sister slowly brought the delicious berry to her lips. Mio kicked Yoshino in the face, sending the strawberry flying through the air to land in the hands of Yukko, who had arrived whilst all the commotion was going on.
Yukko smiled and lifted up the berry, tilting her head to the side. “Why do
100 Theme Challenge: 1. IntroductionI am ATTEMPTING the 100 Theme Challenge *le gasp* I saw it around and thought ‘Well, this seems like fun!’ So, I am giving it a shot! For those who do not know, it is basically 100 drabbles, but in this case 100 really short stories, with a theme each.
I will do it on Nichijou, because it is AWESOME and I am currently trying to subtly persuade my friends to watch it. (But my clues are not being picked up, seemingly…)
It is awesome guys, if you have not already: GO WATCH IT. NOW.
Nichijou is not really an anime for pairings – apart from Sasahara-kun, but I have absolutely no idea as to who should get him… - so if something comes up along those lines, I’ll probably use the pairing Mai x Yukko, because of what was – in my opinion – Mai’s best troll moment EVER!
This is the list I shall be using:
3. Making History
Wearing a MaskI think that a lot of people these days are ‘wearing a mask’. This is not a physical mask, but a personality one. ‘Wearing a mask’ is where a person creates a fake personality that they use to cover up their real one. The fake personality I call Personality 1, as it is the personality that other people see. After a while Personality 1 can become a part of the person, and is much easier to ‘act out’ than when they first began.
There can be many reasons for wearing a mask – heartbreak; wanting to forget a past; having a personality that one thinks no one will like or may be put down by etc. – and I cannot say there is a main one, and I cannot say how to tell how it happened for someone. Indeed, I have no idea how I got my Personality 1, so sometimes we just need a little bit of time to figure it out.
Now, there is a difference between ‘what you are like on the outside’ and ‘wearing a mask’. When you wear a mask
I Just Need To Smile: Part 2“Yay!” Hikari jumped forwards and landed on top of me. “That was so fun!” She rolled over onto her bed and crawled under the covers. “I wish every sleepover could be like this…”
I laughed. “Yeah, you beating Noburo-kun at that racing game!” Ten games to two as well.
The light was turned off and I would have gone to sleep too, if I hadn’t suddenly heard a siren.
Hikari and I jumped out of bed and ran into the living room where we met with Akio, Noburo and Tsukino-san, Hikari’s mother.
“What’s happening?” Hikari screamed, covering her ears.
Tsukino-san pushed us under a table and told us to be quiet. “Be very quiet. When it stops, we can go out. Prepare for Nuclear War.”
We were all frightened and we huddled together, waiting for it to end. When the end came we came out and turned on one of the lights.
“Gomenasai,” Tsukino-san said, bowing, “We were scared this would h
I Just Need To Smile: Part 1“Ohayo Takenaka-chan!” I looked behind to see Hikari running right for me. She was waving around wildly and I just managed to avoid either being squashed or being accidently punched into next year.
“Hikari-chan,” I said, frowning, “I told you to call me Emi!”
Hikari just giggled and slowed down so she was walking along next to me, “Okay, Emi-chan! Anyway, I found out something awesome!”
“Oh?” I asked. Usually when Hikari found something awesome it was most likely the latest video game or anime. Mind, that’s what I found awesome too.
“You know you’re Takenaka-chan? Well, Akio-kun is Tanaka-kun. Last night I did some research, and it turns out that his name means ‘dweller in the middle of rice fields’ and your name means ‘dweller in the middle of bamboo’!”
Yes, these are our incredibly exciting conversations.
I swear, if we were in an anime, I would have sweat-dropped then. “
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
1:33 amto the angry young
hungry ocean eyes:
i do not wish to know
what crawled inside
your ribs to
i just wish you would
let it leave.
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
That BoyYesterday I met him,
I've known him for a while,
But yesterday I met him,
And instantly I found myself lost in his giant blue orbs,
And we gained eye-contact,
I have many friends who understand me,
I love all of them,
But he is special,
He listens whilst I talk,
And his smile cheers up my entire day,
I find myself searching,
Searching for his smile,
Searching for his eyes,
Searching for his voice,
That beautiful voice,
His voice has sung a thousand songs,
It is the nicest thing I've ever heard,
And when he sings it calms me,
I stop crying and smile,
Then I hug him close and whisper;
"Don't ever leave me."
And he smiles like always,
And I hear him reply;
"Don't worry. I won't."
Some people pass me sceptical looks,
Some people don't think it's right,
That we're too different,
That I shouldn't like him as much as I do,
Let alone love him,
But they're just jealous,
That they don't have a friend,
Don't have a friend like Kagamine Len,
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