Refrigerator Note Story by LOLbrokemyheart, literature
Literature
Refrigerator Note Story
And the fish went flying through the air!
I write my response on the post-it. "-Why?" Why a fish? Where did it land? Why in the world did sissy write this? Sissy's always doing stupid things. Just yesterday she took my hat! That was upsetting. Emotionally scarring? That's entirely possible my little fishy friend of a reader.
Wait, was there only one fish? Fish is the plural of fish, so how do I know there isn't a whole fleet of fish flying through the air somewhere waiting to land on me? Maybe there are only two, Mister and Misses Fish von Fishingham. How fancy. And the trumpets blare as they walk - no - swim? flop? into the grand ballroo
Mechanized voices
Through the radio.
Selling sex and calling it:
Music
Art
Ingenious innovation.
Liars.
It's my opinion
and I'm not the masses,
But that doesn't mean that I don't
Matter.
Drink up! Drink up!
Binging, Smoking, Vices all glorified!
Come to the radio, we love all of your vices here,
We'll even justify them for you.
Come to the Indie scene.
Tell me Where The Good goes.
Show me your Twilight Galaxies.
What is a Heavenly Way To Die?
Is that Navy Taxi so important?
Let's see The Bad In Each Other.
Come to the Indie scene,
Give us your emotion,
We'll reciprocate with care.
Some of us are just as bad as the radi
Lie out on the grass, so green while you sleep.
You should enjoy the day before it fades.
I'll blow out the Sun and soon night will creep,
Earlier-faster!-will come Night, grey's shades.
Rage against me, fear my faceless fury.
I'll bite without remorse, fear my cold hand,
Dead like ice, I cannot let you cure me.
Run away like a ship-no crew-unmanned.
Uncontrolled, un-tame-able, you cannot-
Control me? I think not. Wait 'til I fade.
Condemned indoors-forced in-your mind will rot.
White outside-everywhere! See what I've made?!
Chilling the air I! - I am winter's wind.
May God have mercy, I want to come in.
The young man stood in the middle of the room waiting for his roommate and eyeing the pots he had so carefully positioned by the window. They were in the exact spots where each could get the most sunlight possible without decreasing the amount of sunlight its neighbors received. It was perfect.
Someone knocked on the door and the young man moved to answer it. On the other side was a scruffy young man carrying a suitcase, a pillow, and a ridiculous grin.
"Hey roomie! Name's Kagan. With an 'a' not an 'e.' If it had an 'e' I'd have to reasonable and what fun would that be?" The scruffy young man named Kagan pushed past the awkward young man
Four Men At A Poker Table by LOLbrokemyheart, literature
Literature
Four Men At A Poker Table
In a hidden, hollowed-out space in the center of a brain, three men and a boy sit at a poker table. One of them, agitated, looks up at the boy sitting across from him.
"Where's Bill?" He asks.
"I don't know who that is." The boy holds his hand up to the light, "I'm new here."
"You have to, you're in his seat. You have to know who Bill is if you're in his seat." He turns to the man on his right, "Marty, where's Bill?"
"In the corner." Marty lays a card face down on the table and picks up a new one.
"He can't be in the corner, this is a round room. He can't be in a corner if there are no corner
She bows, tries to pass,
Tears rolling down her face.
"Please excuse me, I've got to go. He's sent me on my way."
You ask what's happened.
Who is sending her on?
She replies simply, "He is. Please let me go," and walks away.
Another comes along, you stop him in the road.
You ask, "Did you see the girl with ashes in her hair and soot upon her face?"
He nods.
You ask him of her story.
He replies, "I know only that she never cries."
He walks past, water pooling in his prints.
The next one comes and asks the time.
You reply, "There is none."
The traveller nods and looks up at the sky.
"It's black today, from soot and smoke sent Hea
Refrigerator Note Story by LOLbrokemyheart, literature
Literature
Refrigerator Note Story
And the fish went flying through the air!
I write my response on the post-it. "-Why?" Why a fish? Where did it land? Why in the world did sissy write this? Sissy's always doing stupid things. Just yesterday she took my hat! That was upsetting. Emotionally scarring? That's entirely possible my little fishy friend of a reader.
Wait, was there only one fish? Fish is the plural of fish, so how do I know there isn't a whole fleet of fish flying through the air somewhere waiting to land on me? Maybe there are only two, Mister and Misses Fish von Fishingham. How fancy. And the trumpets blare as they walk - no - swim? flop? into the grand ballroo
Mechanized voices
Through the radio.
Selling sex and calling it:
Music
Art
Ingenious innovation.
Liars.
It's my opinion
and I'm not the masses,
But that doesn't mean that I don't
Matter.
Drink up! Drink up!
Binging, Smoking, Vices all glorified!
Come to the radio, we love all of your vices here,
We'll even justify them for you.
Come to the Indie scene.
Tell me Where The Good goes.
Show me your Twilight Galaxies.
What is a Heavenly Way To Die?
Is that Navy Taxi so important?
Let's see The Bad In Each Other.
Come to the Indie scene,
Give us your emotion,
We'll reciprocate with care.
Some of us are just as bad as the radi
Lie out on the grass, so green while you sleep.
You should enjoy the day before it fades.
I'll blow out the Sun and soon night will creep,
Earlier-faster!-will come Night, grey's shades.
Rage against me, fear my faceless fury.
I'll bite without remorse, fear my cold hand,
Dead like ice, I cannot let you cure me.
Run away like a ship-no crew-unmanned.
Uncontrolled, un-tame-able, you cannot-
Control me? I think not. Wait 'til I fade.
Condemned indoors-forced in-your mind will rot.
White outside-everywhere! See what I've made?!
Chilling the air I! - I am winter's wind.
May God have mercy, I want to come in.
The young man stood in the middle of the room waiting for his roommate and eyeing the pots he had so carefully positioned by the window. They were in the exact spots where each could get the most sunlight possible without decreasing the amount of sunlight its neighbors received. It was perfect.
Someone knocked on the door and the young man moved to answer it. On the other side was a scruffy young man carrying a suitcase, a pillow, and a ridiculous grin.
"Hey roomie! Name's Kagan. With an 'a' not an 'e.' If it had an 'e' I'd have to reasonable and what fun would that be?" The scruffy young man named Kagan pushed past the awkward young man
Four Men At A Poker Table by LOLbrokemyheart, literature
Literature
Four Men At A Poker Table
In a hidden, hollowed-out space in the center of a brain, three men and a boy sit at a poker table. One of them, agitated, looks up at the boy sitting across from him.
"Where's Bill?" He asks.
"I don't know who that is." The boy holds his hand up to the light, "I'm new here."
"You have to, you're in his seat. You have to know who Bill is if you're in his seat." He turns to the man on his right, "Marty, where's Bill?"
"In the corner." Marty lays a card face down on the table and picks up a new one.
"He can't be in the corner, this is a round room. He can't be in a corner if there are no corner
She bows, tries to pass,
Tears rolling down her face.
"Please excuse me, I've got to go. He's sent me on my way."
You ask what's happened.
Who is sending her on?
She replies simply, "He is. Please let me go," and walks away.
Another comes along, you stop him in the road.
You ask, "Did you see the girl with ashes in her hair and soot upon her face?"
He nods.
You ask him of her story.
He replies, "I know only that she never cries."
He walks past, water pooling in his prints.
The next one comes and asks the time.
You reply, "There is none."
The traveller nods and looks up at the sky.
"It's black today, from soot and smoke sent Hea
Strung Out on Crazy by LOLbrokemyheart, literature
Literature
Strung Out on Crazy
"Stung Out On Crazy"
By Marissa K. Young
I could be strung out on crazy, completely insane.
I could be totally normal, epitome of the mundane.
I could be socially impaired, incapable of speech.
I could be very charming, sweet as a peach.
I could have an erratic thought process, nothing's connected.
I could have well-constructed ideas, developed and rejected.
I am a writer, I write all the time.
Poems, stories, essays, and stuff that might rhyme.
But at the same time I'm not,
Because "writer" is a job position, which I haven't got.
I am an artist, I draw and I write.
I have a sketchbook, and in preschool, I made a kite.
But again
I can't go anywhere on the internet without seeing a post or video or something about how "stupid" Americans are. The most recent was on Youtube as one of the top-rated comments on the new Ku Hye Sun video teaser. The comment was as follows:
"Why do Americans have to express their stupidity over and over again? It's enough. We know you are stupid. We accepted that a long time ago."
I hold issue with this comment because I am an American and I consider myself to be decently intelligent. At the very least, I am above "Stupid." The problem is individuals who feel the need to voice their stupidity and actively identify themselves as Ame
So the awkward heart image is for all of my stories and poems. Why? Because DeviantArt won't let me submit any writing without a preview image. For some reason I can't use the writing itself, which miffs me because I've seen other deviations that have the writing as the preview image.
Anyway, I've just submitted a bunch of deviations and I hope you all enjoy them! Ignore the awkward heart, click them, read them, send them to your friends and fave them if you like them! And leave comments so I know what's good and what I can improve.
Someone already fave'd "The Humanist"! You have no idea what that means to me. Thank you!
I drew today because I listened to Korean Hip-Hop. And I got my tablet working again. Excitement! I'm in a Creative Writing class right now, it's only a semester course (two marking periods) and I might share some of the works I've written in that class. It's fun.
Music is good, life is good, writer's block has passed, and I'm smiling. Life is nice right now.
-Me