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someone said once that men grow old, and tired, and lonely, and it's wrong to hate them anymore. but i disagree, because you may be old, and tired, and lonely, but you carry your hatred like a well-worn pack, and i carry the scars that you ground into me with your hard words and hard hands and hard heart. one day, perhaps, i will not hate you - but it will not be because of you.

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Literature

295552

someone said once that men grow old, and tired, and lonely, and it's wrong to hate them anymore. but i disagree, because you may be old, and tired, and lonely, but you carry your hatred like a well-worn pack, and i carry the scars that you ground into me with your hard words and hard hands and hard heart. one day, perhaps, i will not hate you - but it will not be because of you.

Featured

215 deviations
Literature

Parfait

The fierce glare of the sun on her windshield made Kitty's scowl darken further. Glancing around at the sparsely populated highway, she tucked her knee under the steering wheel and snatched her coconut cream pie parfait from the cup-holder. Easing off the gas just a smidgen, she flipped open the lid and tore the wrapping off of her plastic spoon with her teeth. "I tell you what, I'm getting sick and tired of people acting like I'm reliable, like I do shit for people. I'm not responsible!" She popped a heaping spoonful of parfait into her mouth. "I'm dri'in' wi' m' knee, an' talkin' wi' m' mou'ful!" A couple of coconut flakes landed in her lap

Exercises, Prompts, and Random Fluff

1 deviation
Literature

shadow play

"with stitches in my mouth,"                                                    she said,       "and a tampon in my vagina,        I feel like                                 e       a      i     o             t m      r                            n             t                         n                 e , threaded at both ends      ruled by strings and blood and pain" "well aren't you a fucking poet"                 I reply,       "a real suffragette." but seeing the light dance in her eyes,   I sigh long-sufferingly and say,      "right. let's take some fucking Vicodin                          and stick it t

Poetry

112 deviations
Literature

via the former Mrs Hemingway

For Sale: Engagement & wedding band set, silver, size 8.

Short Stories Non-PnD

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Literature

Differences

The silver chains dangling from her jeans clinked together as she walked out of the grocery store, dragging her fingers through her straight black hair (shoulder length) before leaning against a nearby pole. She dug in her pocket for a moment, finally producing a battered pack of Newports and a green lighter. I felt a bit odd, standing there in my rose-print tank top and straight-leg jeans, sandals on my feet and my hair in a pigtail. I felt so different, like I was from another world. Jessi grinned and nudged me in the side, looking equally out of place in her favorite green summer dress and heels. Leaning closer, she muttered, “Sure

Academia

5 deviations
Literature

Student Profile: Adrian McKinnon

Name: Adrian James McKinnon Nickname: Ghost Gender: Male Age: 17 Year: Third Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Species: Personification Height: 6'3" Build: Slim but athletic Hair: White blonde, slightly wavy Eyes: Pale blue-grey General Appearance: Adrian was born with albinism; aside from his ultra-pale complexion, he also has involuntary eye movements due to ONH and is highly sensitive to sunlight. Early morning and late evening runs keep him in shape, as well as a fast metabolism and daily workouts in the gym. Despite his condition, girls find him attractive, perhaps due to his high cheekbones, full mouth, and strong jaw. He typically spor

Characters

11 deviations
Run or Dye

Photography

25 deviations
Literature

Let Sleeping Psychopaths Lie

There were spiders making their homes in the empty spaces between his bones. He could feel them scurrying around under his skin, busy as the proverbial ant - or was it bees? Some manner of insect. They were busy, busy, busy, weavingweavingweaving, stitching his limbs together with silken threads that controlled his movements as inexorably as a marionette on a puppeteer's strings. Kaz stared longingly through the grimy glass window of the dance studio at the woman inside, tracking her movements with his eyes as she pranced, pivoted, and pirouetted. He wanted to take her limbs apart and see what was inside. Her movements were deliberate and gr

PillsAndDemons, et al.

10 deviations
Literature

Murder and cancer and people

Dear Father,     I think that our lives begin like a blank sheet of paper.     When we are born, our minds are a blank slate. Tabula rasa. Did you know that humans have only two instincts? They are curiosity and self-preservation. Both are, of course, debatable - some believe it, some don't - but it seems logical enough.     Of course, even instincts can be overridden. The brain is a magnificent thing. I wonder what your mind is like now. If it could be studied on a screen, analyzed, what would it have to tell? What furrows would be deepest? When a normal brain and a schizophrenic brain are compared, there are notable differences. I thi

Everything Else

8 deviations
Literature

Dear J

Dear J, When I was seven years old, we spent our days running around the woods behind your house, chasing monsters and fighting villains. You were ten and had a silver Power Rangers costume, and to me you were a superhero. In the evenings, we played Super Mario World, trading off when we ran out of lives. You always had your hair cut to a rat-tail in those years. When I was twelve, we moved back home and you had a trampoline. Your mom walked out one day, and when I asked why, my mom told me about the way your parents fought when you were little. About the time that you saw your mom almost kill your dad by accident, before they fina

Letters to No One

2 deviations
Galadriel

Scraps

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