|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
30 steps of heartbreakOne, two, let it go
Three, four, yell no more
Five, six, don't want your kiss
Seven, eight, Get my thoughts straight
Nine, ten, Start over again
Eleven, twelve, not in love
Thirteen, fourteen, does it hurt that you hurt me
Fifteen, sixteen, wish I had a time machine
Seventeen, eighteen, trying to get back to the old routine
Nineteen, twenty, my heart feels so heavy
Twenty one, twenty two, I the more I miss you
Twenty three, twenty four, crying beside the door,
Twenty five, twenty six, I feel so love sick
Twenty seven, twenty eight, It's already too late
Twenty nine, thirty, I wish I had been with you early
The partyThere's loud rap music playing, its giant sound could possibly be heard all the way to China. Carl's dancing some weird dance, Cameron looks like she's ready to kill somebody, Miss Katy and Georgina are randomly grinding with some guys and Tasha's passed out on the stairs. Toung-Vi is hiding in a fort made of pillows with a Nerf gun, Matthew is drunk as hell, and Kelly is dancing on the table. How did this party start? Let me tell you.
Ten hours ago, I was reading Hamlet, one of the greatest Shakespeare plays of all time on the living room couch, when suddenly; I hear a scream and the sound of items falling to the floor. I run to the kitchen, and see Carl lying face down and a few plastic bags next to him on the ground.
"Carl? Are you okay?" I ask him.
He jumps up, looking okay. Jeeze, this guy recovers quickly. He picks up the plastic bags off the ground and sets them on the table.
"I'm fine Ashley! Just got stuff for the big party tonight!"
Oh, god, another party? I'm hoping that it'
First KissOne fine day, in the house, Ashley, Miss Katy, Vi, Cameron and Carl were watching TV. Well, Carl was the only one actually watching television, since his favorite Soap Opera was on, while Miss Katy was eating a apple, Vi was doodling, Cameron was rapidly writing something, and Ashley was trying to read King Lear.
"NO! Micheal! Don't kiss her! It's not Eileen, it's actually her evil twin sister Karenina! She's only pretending to be her, in order to seduce you, so she can blackmail Eileen into becoming a mistress for Thomas George Williams the Fifth! Don't do it!" Carl screamed at the TV.
Ashley rolled her eyes. Couldn't she get some decent reading time without getting interrupted every five minutes with Carl yelling at the characters of this crappy excuse for a show? "Carl, I think you spend as much time watching those soaps, as much as Miss Katy spends in the boys bathroom."
"What's Miss Katy doing in the boys bathroom?" Vi asked.
"Uh...She walks in them accidentally
Miles apartA soft love song fills the cold apartment. I run over to my bed and pick up my phone.
"Hannah? It's me Trevor."
I smile at the sound of his voice. It's been a week since I left my hometown of Boston to pursue my dreams as a professional dancer in Los Angles. It meant leaving my family, my friends, and my longtime boyfriend Trevor.
"It's great. My roomate is a guy from China, and today I met this guy who went to our high school. Do you remember Larry Thomas?"
"That guy who had an idea to make a llama sanctuary?"
"Turns out he wrote about it in his essay, and they accepted him. Crazy right?"
I start laughing at the thought of a dozen llamas causing havoc in the Harvard campus, with all the professors trying to herd them, and the students panicking or laughing as they saw the fuzzy mammals frolick around their classrooms. "Yeah."
"LA is great. I got a job as a waitress at a pizza place . I also auditioned for a background dancer for a musical film."
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
Keep in Touch!
^Nyx-Valentine arrived in our community and started whipping everyone into a frenzy with her relentless desire to bring the Artistic Nude and Fetish galleries to the fore. 9 years later, and it's safe to say that Nyx is not only a leader as a photographer in these galleries, but she has also established herself as a much saught after model. ^... Read More