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I Really Missed You_ch1
I REALLY MISSED YOU
(FUN GHOUL'S P.O.V)
Ever since the Drac's had invaded the area, it's gotten really dangerous. Even more dangerous than it already was. The other Killjoys and I are constantly on the run. Its always, "Go! Go! GO!" or "Move! Move! MOVE!". Need less to say, it is very hectic around here. We even had to take in some people just to have some sort of extra protection. Toxic Wave and Cunning Impulse. Real names: Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie. Both of them are proving to be very use full. Toxic is a complex human being. He usually stays to himself. Very tactical and brilliant. He only ever really talks to Impulse. Now Im
Dreams of Cabaret_ch18
DREAMS OF CABARET
Frank's voice pulled me out of my vivid reverie. And it was a good one too. I sat up more in my bed. Outside, it was starting to rain. The water danced on the window pane. It didn't matter to me that it was pouring. I couldn't go outside either way. I was confined. Stuck in bandages. My lovely and sometimes unconventional care taker would not allow me to move about. He was very determined to keep me here. I think, maybe, it could also be that this was a form of punishment. I was feeling penitence. My methods with Brendon may have been unorthodox. I wanted to see him. Just hold him for one second.
From the side of the stage, I watched Ryan play. I was next to one of the amps. The really tall ones. I tapped my fingers and nodded my head to the beat. I sang along. I like Ryan's voice. There was just something about it. Something in the way he moves. It just gets to me. Like nothing was real until I found him. When he kisses me, I know it sounds lame but, it's so WOW! He literally takes my breath away. And sometimes, I get dizzy and can not walk properly. He has me in a daze. When I'm with him I don't even notice the world around us. All of my attention and focus is purely on Ryan and Ryan alone. He
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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