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Broken (Shots Fired)On a cold winter's day
A day just like any other.
My mother and I
walk into the store.
I couldn't have been more than 10.
I saw you raise the gun.
The look in your eyes asking how
life could leave you in such dire straits.
Everything you cared about was gone.
The gun was pointed at my mother.
You were demanding the money she had.
I saw your finger twitching.
I couldn't just let her die.
In the end,
when the shots were fired
it was you who died.
Ten years later
I was abandoned that day.
No one wanted me.
Left alone with my demons.
The walls closing in.
A prisoner of my own hell.
No one cared.
I was a monster to them.
I was broken by the shots that I fired.
An Esacpe from Reality Ch 8: Boss BattleAll that we could see from the outside was a row of columns stretching into the shadows. As
we entered, a pair of red eyes gleamed in the shadows.They were large, angry, and all together terrifying. Diabel entered the room with Group A, and something changed. The room lit up in bright pastel shades of yellow and green. From the end of the hallway, a loud roar sounded and a gigantic mob soared through the air, landing in front of all of us. When the dust cleared, I could see a large
red monster with four health bars. It could only be Illfang the Kobold Lord. It roared, summoning the expected Sentinel minions. The mobs charged as Diabel stood calm and strong, a bastion of strength. He drew his sword and pointed. "Commence attack!"
And our party rushed forward to battle.Leading the charge and meeting the mobs halfway was Kibaou, a player that surprised me. He didn't seem like the type to fight; his time with Diabel certainly had changed him. The battle quickly dissolved into chaos. Diabel
An Escape from Reality Ch 7: A 100 Reasons to HateWe were standing in a town by the name of Tolbana. It was pleasant enough, with shopkeepers displaying their wares alongside the street. Kirito lounged on the wall near a fountain, Sinon was laying down in the grass and I was sitting on the fountain. We were in the town for a large meeting called by a player by the name of Diabel. He claimed he had information on the first floor boss; we couldn't pass up the opportunity to learn what he had to say. The day was nice; for December, the air was still warm. I wondered if it ever snowed here. Probably not on this floor, a floor designed to be warm and inviting, but there was the chance I could still see snow.
"Hello girls and boy! Fancy seeing you here."
She had visited the three of us before with a message for Kirito: someone was willing to buy his Anneal Blade for an outrageous amount of col. He turned down the offer. I assumed that her seeking us out meant she had another offer to deliver. Sure enough, she didn't dis
An Escape from Reality Ch 6: Finding HopeIt's been two months since the death game began. And in that time, almost 2,000 died. In the Resurrection Chamber where you would respawn in a normal game was an obelisk upon which was the names of all 10,000 players. Every time a player died, their name was crossed off and a date, time and cause of death was listed next to it. Most of the deaths were due to player error, but quite a few were suicides. People were losing hope fast, myself included. I've broken down three times in the past couple weeks alone, including once while we were in a dungeon. If it wasn't for Kirito, I would have been dead. He blocked the skeleton's attack and kept it busy while Sinon grabbed me and dragged me to a nearby safe zone, tears streaming down my face. After killing the skeleton , Kirito followed.
"What the hell, Fuyuko," Sinon yelled, looking directly at me. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
"Yes-no-I-don't-know," I blubbered, "I just want to get out of here, as even more tears fell down. "I'
An Escape From Reality Ch 5: Anna's Bad DayIt's been 3 years since our parents passed. I still can't believe it's already been that long since they died in a car accident that left five others dead and dozens injured. Soon afterwards, Elsa threw herself at her part-time job as an assistant art teacher at the local elementary school, and left me alone. I know she didn't mean to and it was just her way of dealing with their death but she became ... distant and serious all the time. She rarely smiled any more and refused to talk to me most of the time. About a year and a half ago, I found video games and about a year ago, I discovered Massive Multiplayer Online games or MMOs. Every day after school, I'd run to my room and spend the rest of my day into the wee hours of the morning in those games, only coming out for dinner. I often stayed up til 3 or 4 in the morning and then took a shower and got ready for school. I didn't get much sleep, even before video games. I played Elder Tales, explored Tyria, the world of Guild Wars
An Escape from Reality Ch 4: Game ChangerAs our vision cleared, we were in the plaza of the Town of Beginnings. We could see the green lights from other players teleporting in.
"A forced teleport?" Sinon asked.
"I didn't even know that was possible," Kirito replied.
"It's probably just the GM getting everyone together to explain the situation," Klein stated.
"GM?" I asked, feeling slightly confused.
"Game Master, " Kirito answered, quickly cutting Klein off, " the person who handles the server from the inside. A leader of sorts."
Suddenly the bell stopped as the last of the green lights disappeared. The murmuring of the confused players grew louder.
Somebody suddenly shouted, "Look, up there. What is that?"
There was a red hexagon flashing in the middle of the sky and quickly filled it, alternating System Announcement and Warning. Some viscous liquid starting seeping through the cracks between hexagons, pooling in midair. I was slightly disturbed by its appearance similar to blood and judging from my friends' expressions, the
An Escape from Reality Ch 3: New FriendsKirito looked back at the group he managed to pick up without even trying. Sinon was a beta tester. He remembered her as one of the few bow users he remembered seeing in the beta. Fuyuko on the other hand ... there was something familiar about her even though it was obvious she was not a beta tester. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was so familiar about her, but he wasn't too worried about it. And then there was Klein, the red-haired swordsman. He was loud and boisterous.
Eventually, we stopped in the middle of the field. A boar spawned in a flash of polygons.
"Klein, you first."
Klein took up a ready stance and charged the boar, though it quickly sent him flying away with a well-placed headbutt. He writhed on the ground for a few minutes. Sinon laughed at his antics while Kirito just shook his head.
"Oh come on, seriously? You can't feel any pain." At his words, Klein blinked and stopped writhing.
"Oh yeah, you're right." He stood up gingerly, as if anticipating m
An Escape from Reality Ch 2: First StepsAfter a short calibration sequence, I came to the avatar customization screen. I was momentarily stunned by the wide variety of options available. I manipulated my avatar so that it was slightly taller than my actual size, though only by a few inches. I kept the hair color the same platinum blonde as my own, though I changed the hair style slightly so that it was longer and changed my eye color to a piercing blue. I was ready to go, as soon as I decided upon the name of my character. Fuyuko was something I've used before so I swiftly typed that in, and entered the rest of the game. I was greeted by the welcome screen and swiftly tumbled through streaks of blue light and electricity.
After opening my eyes, I found myself in a town. A little pop-up stated that this was the Town of Beginnings. I started twirling around, trying to take it all in. I had to admit, it was stunning. Even though I knew it was just a game, it seemed so real. I was starting to see why Anna loved these games. I st
An Escape from Reality Ch 1: Link StartIt's been 3 years since our parents passed. I still can't believe it's already been that long since they died in a car accident that left five others dead and dozens injured. Soon afterwards, I threw myself at my part-time job as an assistant art teacher at the local elementary school. In the process, I pushed my sister, Anna, away when she needed me the most. She became ... distant and serious all the time. She rarely smiled any more and refused to talk to me most of the time. Then, about a year ago, Anna discovered Massive Multiplayer Online games or MMOs. Ever since, I rarely see my sister. Every day after school, she'd run to her room and spend the rest of her day into the wee hours of the morning in those games, only coming out for dinner. I don't know how she did it, staying up til 3 or 4 in the morning just to get up at 6:30 for school. I went to bed at 10 and still woke up tired as ever. Earlier today (my first day off in almost 6 months I might add), there was a package for An
Hey YouHey you.
With the perfect smile,
Even if it hasn't been seen
In a little (or long) while.
I hope you're feeling okay.
And I think you're
Doing really great today;
You are one less day away
From your perfect tomorrow.
Stormy nightPouring rain
Just another night
In this sad existence
The rain feels refreshing
The darkness is comforting
And they bring a smile
To my melancholic face
I am one with the night
One with the storm
Standing under the streetlight
Waiting for life to happen
Capturing CreativityBe still.
A timid bird, poetry lurks
beneath your freckled skin,
the rustle of ruffled feathers
hidden in the poundings
of your predator heart.
In quiet moments,
you can hear the chirrups
of her breathing,
stone-heavy words tumbling
between the cliffs of your ribs.
Coax her gently
with ink stained fingertips
and rhyme-tangled tongue.
The Last GiftGod traces the letters on tombstones, fondly
remembering the deceased’s first steps
into His house. When He closed
the gates of Eden, the whole world
became a cemetery: the untouched garden
a hospital waiting room, overflowing
with flowers to be arranged
upon funeral wreaths, waiting for Him
to bestow His last gift.
your perfume tastes like shitit was love
that made me pull
the poison rose,
but no longer will
i allow myself to lie
in the shallow coffin
of your body,
no longer will my veins
stretch to compensate
for your insatiable need.
you are fresh cancer
in my cross-infected heart,
but honey i'll pull you out
with my own damn fingers
if it means saving myself.
time quantum egresswe bury our hearts
in the heavy glow of the horizon,
the electric hum of the New Moon
digging through the skull
we wander stateless, eyes blankly set
in dispassion. lost souls of a lost time
dragging wire-shells and pale furnaces
and we have outlived our selves.
To The HeroesJustice?
I'm not sure you know what that means.
To you the very word of "justice" suggests that:
Those who do not comply are simply targets to be broken.
Those who do not agree with you, must always be denied.
Those who have the greatest freedom are chained and made to kneel.
And those who choose to fight are labeled 'incarnates of evil'.
Doesn't it all sound a little familiar?
I think it does...
So tell me, oh great hero,
Having fought monsters like me for so many years...
How does it feel to have finally become one?
Anthem of My Dying DayAlone I have sat.
Consumed by my darkness.
Singing of a death
that has long since passed.
Wondering where it all went wrong.
Why I could only find sadness.
Today I realized the truth.
And I can't believe
that I didn't see this before.
I was listening to the lies of the devil.
Believing what he said.
Thought it to be true.
That I was worthless.
That I didn't deserve forgiveness.
That I didn't belong up there.
That He didn't want me.
They say that
it's the darkest before the dawn.
But when all you know is darkness,
it's hard to see the light.
But now I see.
I see where this path
has taken me,
and where it will take me,
if I follow the lies.
And now it's time
to exorcise the demons in my heart.
It's time to shine the light
where it hasn't been in years.
This is the anthem of my dying day,
and the joyous chorus of a new life.
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