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Drowning
The waves crash down on my head, pulling my already limp body down into the lonely depths of the sea. Frantically I search for something to pull me back to the surface, but nothing comes. No one knows I'm out here. My hands claw at the aqua all around my exhausted, slowly dying body, but it's no use. The ocean's depths have already declared my fate. My lunges ache, longing for the air now far above my head. The throbbing pain burns within my chest; utter misery explodes throughout my body. No sign of rescuers. No sign of anyone or anything, my spirit is overwhelmed by the pain this watery prison is causing me. One last look... all I want is one last look at my family. I can't rest in peace knowing my last words were that I don't need help, because I do. Darkness invades my eyesight as I try once more to propel myself to the shore, but my weak body can't take much more. I can hear myself scream underneath the waves, just for one more chance, but my mind fades into a complete eclipse and I sink into the grave where I once came.
The waves crash down on my head, pulling my already limp body down into the lonely depths of the sea. Frantically I search for something to pull me back to the surface, but nothing comes. No one knows I'm out here. My hands claw at the aqua all around my exhausted, slowly dying body, but it's no use. The ocean's depths have already declared my fate. My lunges ache, longing for the air now far above my head. The throbbing pain burns within my chest; utter misery explodes throughout my body. No sign of rescuers. No sign of anyone or anything, my spirit is overwhelmed by the pain this watery prison is causing me. One last look... all I want is one last look at my family. I can't rest in peace knowing my last words were that I don't need help, because I do. Darkness invades my eyesight as I try once more to propel myself to the shore, but my weak body can't take much more. I can hear myself scream underneath the waves, just for one more chance, but my mind fades into a complete eclipse and I sink into the grave where I once came.
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FrUk/ UkFr: Coming Home
The rain stung Arthur's eyes as he walked down the street to his house. Clutching his coat around him, he made for his front steps. It was hard work because the wind was blowing a gale, and Arthur cursed his bad luck weather wise. By the time he reached the gate, his coat was soaked. He'd left work perfectly dry, but it started to rain on the way back and he'd forgotten his umbrella.
Arthur shivered as he reached into his bag, yawned, and retrieved his keys. He unlocked the door and breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad to be home in the warm.
Arthur was partly glad to be home because of the rain, and partly because he had had a st
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FrUK-Behind The Mask
France's POV
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I never knew how sad Arthur was.
Well maybe I should have known. I'm part of the reason.
I know that we fight all the time during the meetings but, I didn't know my words cut him so deeply.
Then again, I know Arthur is sensitive, he just hides it behind that mask of his. I already knew that, on the inside, he is broken. Broken beyond repair.
He broke when he was a child. That emotional barrier is up to hide the fact that he simply can't handle it anymore.
Though I got a look behind that mask. It wasn't very pretty.....
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Another meeting was in session. Another argument broke out between me and Arthur for som
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FrUK Song Challenge
Rules
1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.
2. Put your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist.
Pairing: FrUk (France/Francis x England/Arthur)
1. Cherry. v[NEU] (4:34)
"Ahhh, adorable, él es demasiado adorable" pensó un joven Francis, mirando de lejos mientras un aún mas pequeño Arthur perseguía
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Just a short thought of what it feels like to die under water. O_o
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The way you've narrated the whole thing, as if its not you but someone else drowning, gives a different dimension to this piece.
Use a comma(,) instead of ; that would give a neat edge.
Nice work, though!
Use a comma(,) instead of ; that would give a neat edge.
Nice work, though!