Opposites: Chapter 1 by noface--undead, literature
Literature
Opposites: Chapter 1
Eve Brea, a curious girl of 16, tilted her head back to allow the afternoon sun to warm her face, her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair flowing along the length of her back with the movement. She clutched a bulky bag that hung from her shoulder, her walk reduced to a slow lope. Eve was surprisingly nothing like the profound shadow of her former self; a brief look into her bright, almond shaped eyes would tell one of a happy life belonging to that of a beautiful, popular young girl.
Despite the wonder and joy she found within her new life, some nights, she would be terrorized by images of a bright light suspended above her head, a tray of
[Red Dead] A Ramshead's Horns: Chapter 1 by noface--undead, literature
Literature
[Red Dead] A Ramshead's Horns: Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Call Me Bonnie
(May contain spoilers)
'How was the train ride over, miss?'
Bonnie MacFarlane strode besides an unsure young woman of about 20, leading her from the train station and along the main road of MacFarlane's Ranch. The train hissed behind them, and billowed clouds of dark smoke into the air, ready to roar to life and continue its way deeper into the country.
The woman who loped besides Bonnie had creamy skin and thick mahogany hair that fell past her shoulders in loose curls. Her sharp blue eyes were slowly scanning the ranch as they walked in unison, taking in the fresh atmosphere of her environment. She had a friend
A Letter To The Future by noface--undead, literature
Literature
A Letter To The Future
Dear myself,
2022. The year you're in now, seems like such an impossible year from now. It's still so strange and amazing to think we'll still be alive in 2052! 10 years ago, your 16 year old self wrote a letter for the future that hopefully you can look back on and reflect how much your life has changed from then.
Who are you now? Where do you work? What do you look like now? Who did you end up with? Where do you live? Do you still keep in contact with the people from 2012? What about your family? Have you started your own? They're the kind of things I'd like to know about the future. And all the small things that I treasure now, do you ov
Shallow Thoughts Are The Easiest To Explain by noface--undead, literature
Literature
Shallow Thoughts Are The Easiest To Explain
When, next to you, every hateful thing temporarily fades away.
And I realise that no one else has ever made me feel this way.
When we've locked hands, staring into each others' eyes.
When we've forgotten when we're going to say goodbye.
It's moments like these when I want to freeze time.
I want to preserve us forever in our secret sublime.
There's nothing they can do to tear us apart.
So take me and steal my clockwork heart.
I can't find those real words to say,
How much I love you when you stay.
So keep my love in your mind.
We can leave hate behind.
The sickly feeling you get in your heart when it seems like no one in the world wants to go out of their way for your sake. Not even one. It makes you feel like no one depends on the beating of your heart to make them smile. It feels empty, devoid of any compassion in your aching gut. No one misses you, no one dreams about you. They just avert their eyes with saber edged smiles. It feels like any shred of company portrays all the beauty in the world- Just to make you smile.
Well, here I am, missing you, missing the human race. I still exist, but deep down inside I'm a shell, I'm invisible, I'm silent, I'm dying. You never hear these muffled
Nights Wasted, Getting Wasted by noface--undead, literature
Literature
Nights Wasted, Getting Wasted
Nights wasted, getting wasted
Days spent, broken and blamed
Empty bottles, disposable love
Ash and smoke, fills our lungs
Blood and liqour stains the floor
Invariable gaps between nights
Countless scars slowly reopened
Frail smiles tainted all over again
Nails broken on these cell walls
Clothes ripped by whipping thorns
Infections of our language
Endless excuses for love
Suffocating, burnt throats
Memories lost to the night
Pulling at our stitches
For just another bad ending
This is how we live our lives
Striving all for nothing
From the hell of the ground
With a pounding in our ears
Let's take over the world
Make it ou
A Letter To The Future by noface--undead, literature
Literature
A Letter To The Future
Dear myself,
2022. The year you're in now, seems like such an impossible year from now. It's still so strange and amazing to think we'll still be alive in 2052! 10 years ago, your 16 year old self wrote a letter for the future that hopefully you can look back on and reflect how much your life has changed from then.
Who are you now? Where do you work? What do you look like now? Who did you end up with? Where do you live? Do you still keep in contact with the people from 2012? What about your family? Have you started your own? They're the kind of things I'd like to know about the future. And all the small things that I treasure now, do you ov
Shallow Thoughts Are The Easiest To Explain by noface--undead, literature
Literature
Shallow Thoughts Are The Easiest To Explain
When, next to you, every hateful thing temporarily fades away.
And I realise that no one else has ever made me feel this way.
When we've locked hands, staring into each others' eyes.
When we've forgotten when we're going to say goodbye.
It's moments like these when I want to freeze time.
I want to preserve us forever in our secret sublime.
There's nothing they can do to tear us apart.
So take me and steal my clockwork heart.
I can't find those real words to say,
How much I love you when you stay.
So keep my love in your mind.
We can leave hate behind.
I'm moving to my new account kiichikaity (https://www.deviantart.com/kiichikaity), as per my tradition of never ever sticking to the same account ever. (: I'm striving to start afresh with "Kiichi" and upload at least once a week.
"I mainly upload slice of life journal entries to write down and organise the usual babble of incoherent thoughts and opinions that exist inside my noggin. If you enjoy creative scribbles and fanfiction I can also do those."
Thanks guys *^*
kiichikaity (https://www.deviantart.com/kiichikaity)
~kiichikaity (https://www.deviantart.com/kiichikaity)
It's been four months since I've done anything interesting on DA. I've completely lost interest due to my immensely shitty laptop. I have to battle with the keyboard half the time, to stop it from typing random shit. That, and the internet is slow as fuck. Waii?
I miss my chilling with my IRL friends on DA. ~Maggot--Medic (https://www.deviantart.com/maggot--medic) :iconvalleyoffalron: :iconlost-soul-eater: :c
Anyway, I guess I've resorted my lappy time to browsing shit and buying off ebay. Life's not really that fun anymore. I don't know, is there anything to encourage me to do "art" again?
I could try write more poetry. Or I might just write a bunch of journals that no one re