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What Growing Up has Taught Me. by zezebra, literature

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What Growing Up has Taught Me.

It's somewhat exclusive to be in this team. But I was let in, allowed into this dream. And yet, there's stories told, stories I've heard. About this nice group giving not so nice words. But the problems don't come from things that they say. It's what they do not, with mouths closed, heads turned away. Exclusion has never given me quite so much pain. I thought I was safe, with no more to gain. But now, I'm climbing a mountain that cannot be won. For their memories their jokes that have so much fun. "You had to be there, we almost died!" I nod, forcing a smile with a pain in my side. "Look, you don't know him, but I have for years." I nod

The Tortoise and the Hare by zezebra, literature

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The Tortoise and the Hare

Once upon a time, there was a Tortoise and a Hare. Hare was a champion, quick and speedy, he won races against all of the other animals. That is, all the other animals that weren't Tortoise. Hare had considered Tortoise as no challenge, and he had decided to save the race against Tortoise for last, just to get the others laughing. Tortoise was shy, preferring to hold back and not get involved. Of course, this changed when Hare hopped up to her. He boasted to Tortoise about his speed, telling her that she was too slow to try, that she wouldn't have even crossed the start line by the time Hare had finished. But Tortoise looked up at Hare, her v

Craving by zezebra, literature

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Craving

Craving Craving for you, Slaving for you has been occurring for awhile Waiting for you, Hating for you for that drugging poison smile Lusting for you, Trusting for you convinced it was time well spent Giving for you, Living for you for that privileged compliment Learning for you, Yearning for you my addiction took its hold Biting for you, Fighting for you for words and touches made of gold Trying for you, Crying for you i prayed that it would end but then Healing for you, Feeling for you i broke, hoping you would bend.

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Mythology: The Beginning of Everything by zezebra, literature

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Mythology: The Beginning of Everything

In the beginning there was a great expanse of black fabric. It was always there and unless one is to rip it, I assume it will remain. Same black fabric today, just slightly embellished. Tigre prowled in one corner, baring their teeth to intimidate. Caballo pranced nearby, tossing their mane. Naturally, they fell in love. And what a love it was, consisting of gifts. Their gifts were goblets, forged from the love they insisted was true. Maybe it was, but it was foolish, foolish enough to have Tigre rip out a golden eye and tear off a garnet claw. Foolish enough for Caballo to let silvery strands of their mane fall and their tears of joy to blos

The Giving Stars by zezebra, literature

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The Giving Stars

There was never just nothing. Never no world. The world simply was. It was never not, and it will always be. But although this is true, the world has definitely changed. Oh, little one, how the world has changed, how it has been warped into a mistake. I know. I was there for the entirety. You see, before creatures, the world was in a stasis of unmarked beauty. Dark black rock covered the entirety, gorgeous black rock that rose up into peaks and settled into valleys. That flattened into large smooth plains and jutted out as cliffs. Yes, this was the world back then, the world that was always there. But that was not the beauty of it. The b

The Willow Tree by zezebra, literature

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The Willow Tree

David sat under the willow tree, automatically holding Ella as she cried. Some people called his actions cold hearted. He called his actions autopilot. That surrender he gave when she burst through the door, her face red, and her cheeks already damp. That surrender he gave whenever she did something, anything. Because fighting back meant jerk, meant asshole, meant so many things that he didn't want to consider. His genuine opinion towards her over-emotional state was wrong, so he forced himself to give, not take. After all, he told himself, all relationships need the partners giving. He told this to himself everyday. Everyday, when Ella cried

The Town: Intro by zezebra, literature

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The Town: Intro

Only some come for the view. Only some come with that excuse. But really, no one comes for the view. They come for the safety. The shelter of being different. The haven that The Town is rumored to create. But it isn’t like that at all, it’s nothing like that. It’s a war. An everyday battle. Death. Even the children are in on it. Who’s sleeping with who. Who has a tail. Who’s doing what drugs. Who can murder you in your sleep. But you get used it. Either that, or you’ll die. Because everyone who ever goes to The Town can leave for days, years, decades, but they always come back to die. Even war heroes sho

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Margaret Atwood: Queen Of Devious Ideas by techgnotic, journal

Margaret Atwood: Queen Of Devious Ideas

Apr 9, 2015

Archive Margaret Atwood: Queen Of Devious Ideas `eawood (https://www.deviantart.com/eawood) eawood (https://www.deviantart.com/eawood) :iconrakil: Rakil (https://www.deviantart.com/rakil) Squatting Sirens Twitter Facebook Google+ George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, Ray Bradbury… Names like these get tossed around as examples of writers whose dystopian predictions of the future have come true in one way or another. Of possible candidates from our own time whose names might be added to this list, surely none is more worthy than Margaret Atwood. Atwood starting writing when she was six years old, despite not being enrolled in school full-time until she was eight. At age 75, and with a novel set to be relea

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Apr 14
United States
Deviant for 12 years
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I'm not as much an artist as I am a writer. I usually draw because I like the illustrate my story characters. Even though I'm an "aspiring author" I can't stay with a story for a long time without encouragement. I'll post a lot of different chapters of stories, if you like them, PLEASE tell me so I can continue them ^^

Favourite Visual Artist

Pablo Picasso and my friends

Favourite Movies

Harry Potter (all of them), Easy A, and Inception

Favourite TV Shows

Icarly, Dotor Who, and Spongebob

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Shakira, Black Eyed Peas, and other pop crap

Favourite Books

anything thats interesting

Favourite Writers

my sister

Favourite Games

Okami

Favourite Gaming Platform

idk

Tools of the Trade

pencils, paper, marker, pen, and ipod

Other Interests

horseback riding! and schmurping

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zezebra

May 26, 2015

(Pretend this was the joke I had posted originally) What do you call a snobbish prisoner going down the stairs? A condescending con descending.

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May 26, 2015

What do you call a snobbish prisoner goon down the stairs? A condescending con descending.

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Mar 19, 2014

How Drew and Alicia met

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I wasn't doing anything wrong, was I? I mean, I came here all the time and no one gave a damn. It was just the river. And, like I said, no one gave a damn. So, I did what anyone would do if they saw this gorgeous river. I undressed. Not down to my underwear. I went full-on, white ass naked. And I jumped in. The water was serenely cool on such a warm day, and my cat instincts wanted to lap up the water. Which is nasty, by the way. I learned that first-hand. I watched the cute little fish nibble at my toes, really truly hoping that they wouldn't think about biting at another place. That would be downright embarrassing to my manhood. Or would i