ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Anger is heating water. Low at first and unnoticeable. It simmers quietly, small bubbles only hinting at what's to come. Steam releases the heat but not enough. The heat builds and more bubbles rise to the surface, larger and more frequent. Obvious now what's going to happen. By now it's too late to stop it, the water belches out bubbles and steam as it's heated to its max. Then suddenly it's over.
Literature
Lost Love: Chapter 11- Stalemate
Lost Love-Chapter 11: Stalemate
_______________________________________________________________________________________
Raoul stood in the doorway of what used to be his fiancée's room. She no longer occupied the space of course. Christine had been missing for close to a week. No matter how thoroughly the police and hired investigators searched, they could never puzzle out where she had gone. One had possessed the impudence to suggest that perhaps the actress did not wish to be found.
"How can you even say that? She was abducted by a murderer. Why in the world would she not want to be found?" Under the sudden anger of the Viscount, the man h
Literature
grieving.
little green candle dance a vigil on the windowsill for someone something that you cant quite put a finger on. flicker flame flicker. remind me. driving along in a not so old car but you keep it junky and i like it. these roads seem so long when we are silent and so short when we look at each other and know we are in love. so much love it makes my heart throb throat catch cause i miss it baby. your hand over mine and your eyes on my face and i tell you to watch the road but you just snaggletooth smile. have i ever told you how handsome you are or how much i love the feel of your lips on me smooth hot like melting wax? the heat from this tiny
Literature
Duch
Czasami wciąż za tobą tęsknię
I mały podskok serca wznieca nadzieję
Że może gdzieś tam jesteś
W otchłani elektronicznych bzdur
Wpatruję się zmęczonymi oczami w ekran
Wierząc w nieistniejący mit
Że wciąż możemy dzielić sekrety
Wiem że to ja zatrzasnęłam drzwi
Ale to ty wepchnąłeś mi w dłoń kłódkę
Byłeś duchem z innego wymiaru
Nic nie dającym i nic nie oczekuj
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Comments11
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Nicely written, but it did not surprise me. The two concepts can be easily connected.