'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA,
Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh.
Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care,
In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there.
The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads.
And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light,
Had just settled down to log-off for the night,
When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter,
Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter.
To the browser window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache.
When what to his art-loving ey
WARNING! Mature Content!
Will looked at me with a gaze that sent shivers running deliciously down my spine. It held the promise of everything I'd ever desired. Oh how tempting it was to give into those brown eyes! I forced myself to look away, he gave a frustrated sigh and left to smoke yet another cigarette.
We'd been touring through London for a while and were taking a much needed break, Will had been kind enough to offer us a place in his home. Andy and the guys had agreed without a second thought. The first thing he did when we arrived was give us a tour of his grand home. It was somewhat like I had imagined it. Dark an
Ouiji Boards - BVB Fanfiction. by XxTabbixX, literature
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"Hey Ashley..."
Andy walked onto the bus, a retangular piece of carboard clutched in his hands wrapped in plastic wrap. He was staring down at it, his eyebrows crooked down staring at the brown board in wonder.
"Whats up?" Ashley called from the sofa. He was playing video games with CC.
"I got this at the st-"
"IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?!" Jinxx came thumping across the bus, jumping over Ashley and CC's legs he grabbed the piece of cardboard from Andy and examined it closely.
"Oh my god you didn't." Jinxx handed it back to Andy, backing away.
"What?" CC asked. Everyone was looking at Andy.
He mumbled something, hiding it behind his ba
When I was seven, I was diagnosed with emotions.
"Poor girl." I heard them say. "She'll never survive this one."
I laid with my face towards the ceiling on the cold examination table, listening to them discuss my fate. I felt something breaking in my chest and something burning inside my throat. A small tear slipped down my cheek.
"Doctor! Look at this!" Shrieked my mother, "Something is coming out of her eye."
The doctor rushed over to me and wiped the tear from my cheek. He touched the top of my head as he whispered, "I am so sorry." And then he turned to my mother. "It's a tear. It means that she is sad."
"Sad?" My mother asked inquis