|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Blossom Chapters:Land of Seasalt Arc:lover history
A young princess was hidden deep withing a beautiful flower garden of coral deep under the ocean as she sat singing softly to all of the sea creatures. Her beauty won the sight of many suitors of the other mermen and many of the shark men, but as her beauty became more alluring. The more many of her subjects began to hide her deep within the coral garden grounds of the underground castle, Atlanta.
"Thou, Princess must stay hidden here." Said a merman with a long scaled tail with a slit fin as the lime color of green reflected through the water.
As if a prisioner, her heart began to grow weary as she felt that the sight and the soft melody of her voice will never once again appeal to her beloved creatures of the deep. As the days and nights shifted passed as waves over the ocean surface. A terrible storm slowly approached near the princess could sense the danger of her loving servants as she swam pass the guards only meet a shark man. His dark cold eyes glimmering as if ch
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More