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Literature
Feeling Alive
The pounding bass was what drew me back there every night.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
It was like a heartbeat echoing through my body, through my muscles and bones, that made me feel alive. From the stage the speakers vibrated with the beat, so loud that they blocked every other sensation except for that rhythmic pounding.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
My eyes scanned the crowded dance floor, glancing over the stoners and ravers who were so high that they were in worlds of their own. They did not interest me, these empty people pumped full of toxins, and so my eyes continued searching until I spotted her.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
She stood on the edge of the dance
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Between Fang and Shadow
7 deviations
Literature
Lupus Intus
You fight against the bonds I’ve made for you;
rip and tear at the walls of the cage,
You bark and growl and hate everything about me,
because I can never let you go.
You want to run free across the open world;
too fast for any chains to catch you.
You want to rejoice at the moon and taste the night air,
without fear of my dark cell.
You know release will never come;
we are slaves to one another.
You are trapped here with me in this darkness,
where no one can find us.
Because without you I am completely empty inside.
Poetry
19 deviations
Literature
Feeling Alive
The pounding bass was what drew me back there every night.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
It was like a heartbeat echoing through my body, through my muscles and bones, that made me feel alive. From the stage the speakers vibrated with the beat, so loud that they blocked every other sensation except for that rhythmic pounding.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
My eyes scanned the crowded dance floor, glancing over the stoners and ravers who were so high that they were in worlds of their own. They did not interest me, these empty people pumped full of toxins, and so my eyes continued searching until I spotted her.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
She stood on the edge of the dance
Short Stories
6 deviations
Literature
The 67th Hunger Games: CH.1 - Reaping Day
The sun broke above the tree line in a blinding splash of reds, oranges and yellows, sending bright mist-filled beams dancing across the forest floor. From above the thick canopy one could see the forest stretch on for miles, rolling over hills and mountains like some vast body of bright-green water. Though the beautiful sight was always stunning, regardless of how many mornings you'd seen it, this particular morning Sev's rich brown eyes remained empty and unfocused; his mind far away, dwelling on far darker things.
Today was Reaping day.
"Sev!" The call echoed from the forest floor far below, shaking him from his trance. "Sev! Dad says we
The 67th Hunger Games
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Scraps
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