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Solicited SolitudeYou silently watched the classroom. The boys were up to their usual mischief and the girls were gathered in groups, talking. Slowly they glanced over at you and started whispering. You hadn't lowered your gaze, you just continued to observe.
Then you could see their facial expressions change as they stole glances of you. They were talking in barely audible whispers, but talking nonetheless. You knew they were talking about you. It wasn't a presumption, you just knew. You could feel it in your gut. Yet, you continued to keep watch.
And just on queue, there came those judgmental looks- just as you had anticipated. They looked at you with bitter eyes, their faces twisting. You then wore a satisfied smile on your face, and finally lifted your unwanted gaze.
You sat alone at the back of the class, and took out a notepad. You continued to scribble away. Writing had always helped you relax, and you figured you might as well get some work done.
And before you knew it, you had started ra
Even If I Don't Look Like It...I'm insecure,
Unsure of myself,
and just a wee bit
Even if I don't look like it...
I'm a clown,
Painting on that smile.
I have courage,
because I can face my fears
because I don't whine about the pain,
I just get through it.
Even if I don't look like it...
I need the reassurance
that you'll stay.
I want that hug that you thought about giving,
then didn't because I looked so cold.
I love your smile, laugh, happiness,
because just to see you happy brightens my day
Even if I don't look it...
I can make it through without you,
because I know how to,
I've done it before, I can do it again.
I can go on without all the things I want,
All the things I need,
I do it all the time.
I can stay alive, even if I can't really live.
"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times
hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my
worst, then you absolutely don't deserve me
at my best."
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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