The Truth About Growing Up by Fire-Chan9490, literature
Literature
The Truth About Growing Up
He tugs at the collar of his uncomfortably formal shirt (not formal at all, really, only to him), staring around at the mellowly-lit room in vague disinterest. He doesn't know these people. Not in any way that counts.
There are the little boys and girls, sitting poised on the couch, nursing full plastic glasses of ginger ale, taking intermittent miniscule sips while casting childishly imperious glances over the rims. Kings and queens, they fancy themselves. Old and wise and powerful with their drinks. Oh, they imagine that they are mature, but in truth, they watch their parents enviously.
There are the adults, crowded around the television
Do I
swallow them
push them down
until I burn or
Do I
let them roll
off my tongue
past my lips
until they burn or
Do I
wait with fire
flaming in my mouth
until time ends
and I am nothing
nothing
nothing
made of ashes
Where is my middle ground?
"Why are you even up there?" he asked privately into the comlink.
The response was shaky, fearful filled to the brim with uncertainty and tentative resolve. "For the kids," she whispered. A quick laugh, nothing more than a short burst of air and static across the line. "Shit, for the kids who're dying right now. For the kids who don't even look up at the sky and wonder because they don't think it's worth it to think about living."
" you know there's no rescue."
" 'Course I do. No rescue when you're a sinner."
"Don't be silly."
"I'm the one floating around in a tin can while any of a thousand potential disasters could cause m
I could lie and say, "this isn't about me", but it is. So strange, to be living like this so full and empty and not the same, but oh, so much the same and similar and resembling and nowhere near unique. Frightening and exhilarating and wonderful and terrible I hate myself, and the shame of it all burns, but god, I'm so happy that the burning might not matter anymore, or is that all just crazy talk? I'm here and not the same as yesterday I'm in love, but not really. You can't love someone you don't know, but I am, but I'm not, and the confusion is painful too. Do I love you can I even say that? Do I love you, do I l
1.
She's a teenie. He can see it so easily the clothing, the makeup (imitating his own, of course she would). The way she flutters so breathlessly and giggles in such a high-pitched register. The way she deliberately trembles her hands, her fingers brushing over his hands, hungry for the slightest touch like he can't tell she's doing it all on purpose. She botches his language, shooting off some generic form of "I love you" with an atrocious accent. He looks up into her eyes, searching (she must think it means something).
She can't be more than fourteen. Do her parents even know she's here all by herself? Wel
The Truth About Growing Up by Fire-Chan9490, literature
Literature
The Truth About Growing Up
He tugs at the collar of his uncomfortably formal shirt (not formal at all, really, only to him), staring around at the mellowly-lit room in vague disinterest. He doesn't know these people. Not in any way that counts.
There are the little boys and girls, sitting poised on the couch, nursing full plastic glasses of ginger ale, taking intermittent miniscule sips while casting childishly imperious glances over the rims. Kings and queens, they fancy themselves. Old and wise and powerful with their drinks. Oh, they imagine that they are mature, but in truth, they watch their parents enviously.
There are the adults, crowded around the television
Do I
swallow them
push them down
until I burn or
Do I
let them roll
off my tongue
past my lips
until they burn or
Do I
wait with fire
flaming in my mouth
until time ends
and I am nothing
nothing
nothing
made of ashes
Where is my middle ground?
"Why are you even up there?" he asked privately into the comlink.
The response was shaky, fearful filled to the brim with uncertainty and tentative resolve. "For the kids," she whispered. A quick laugh, nothing more than a short burst of air and static across the line. "Shit, for the kids who're dying right now. For the kids who don't even look up at the sky and wonder because they don't think it's worth it to think about living."
" you know there's no rescue."
" 'Course I do. No rescue when you're a sinner."
"Don't be silly."
"I'm the one floating around in a tin can while any of a thousand potential disasters could cause m
I could lie and say, "this isn't about me", but it is. So strange, to be living like this so full and empty and not the same, but oh, so much the same and similar and resembling and nowhere near unique. Frightening and exhilarating and wonderful and terrible I hate myself, and the shame of it all burns, but god, I'm so happy that the burning might not matter anymore, or is that all just crazy talk? I'm here and not the same as yesterday I'm in love, but not really. You can't love someone you don't know, but I am, but I'm not, and the confusion is painful too. Do I love you can I even say that? Do I love you, do I l
1.
She's a teenie. He can see it so easily the clothing, the makeup (imitating his own, of course she would). The way she flutters so breathlessly and giggles in such a high-pitched register. The way she deliberately trembles her hands, her fingers brushing over his hands, hungry for the slightest touch like he can't tell she's doing it all on purpose. She botches his language, shooting off some generic form of "I love you" with an atrocious accent. He looks up into her eyes, searching (she must think it means something).
She can't be more than fourteen. Do her parents even know she's here all by herself? Wel
Sherlock Holmes: The Ever Evolving Icon by techgnotic, journal
Sherlock Holmes: The Ever Evolving Icon
Sherlock Holmes
The Ever Evolving Icon
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by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic)
What is it about a fictional character first introduced to the public in Great Britain in 1887 that has kept him being reincarnated, with generationally-correct upgrades, over and over again in film and on television? Who is this literary hero whose portrayal over the past century by such past masters as Basil Rathbone and Jeremy Brett to today’s vanguard talents Robert Downey, Jr. and Benedict Cumberbatch has inspired such a continuing outpouring of fan appreciation?
Jeremy Brett as Holmes 03 by Windfreak (https://www.deviantart.com/windfreak) →
Every generation will forev
Current Residence: NOWHERE. Nothing happens here. But it's still awesome. Favourite genre of music: J-Rock, I guess... Favourite style of art: Anything goes. Operating System: Windows! But Mac's not as bad as I first thought. MP3 player of choice: SanDisk!!! But it's breaking now... =( Skin of choice: Um... mine? Favourite cartoon character: *fangirl list drops to the floor* Personal Quote: In my past life, I was immortal...
Okay. I know that everyone's probably sick of me ranting about this, but please, please, everyone protest the SOPA and PROTECT IP bills.
If these bills pass, the internet is going to die. They are going to come in here and murder creativity and innovation and practically everything good coming out of here. Actual piracy sites will be able to get around it easily while the common users and content creators are going to be shut down and censored.
I get that it sounds too extreme to pass, but seeing as they're STILL ALIVE even after all of the protesting, it's actually a very real possibility. Yes, copyright infringement is a problem, being pl
So once again, I steal a meme from TamerLorika (https://www.deviantart.com/tamerlorika).
1. Pick *insert number here* of your favourite books/movies/whatevers (I'm doing books)
2. Put up quotes from each
3. People guess. I cross them out when you guess right and put up the answers.
4. All answers will be up when people stop guessing/I get bored/when someone reminds me.
Ahem. Without further ado (in no particular order):
1. "What a lie that was! My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me!" Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne-Jones; BE7-chan (https://www.deviantart.com/be7-chan)
2. "Black?"
"I'm sorry, would you prefer African-American?"
"No, I'd prefer white because that's what she is."
Tagged by TamerLorika (https://www.deviantart.com/tamerlorika)
I figured I should show my face on this journal once in a while instead of babbling about stupidly on LJ.
RULES:
1. Please answer all short answer questions thoroughly.
2. For multiple choice questions, fill in the oval next to your desired choice with a #2 pencil as darkly as possible.
3. When you're finished, please seal your exam booklet and hand it to the proctor.
4. You must tag at least three more people. Tagging back is allowed; however, that does not count as one of your three.
I suck at tagging, so if you feel like doing this, feel free.
QUESTIONS:
1. What is your least favorite aspect of Deviant A
Genuflect is the kneely-sign-of-the-cross-thingy at church. In a broader sense, it also means to kneel (as a gesture of praise or worship, specifically).
THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP. I signed the contract and sent in the final draft right. now.