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At First Touch

A woman’s dextrous hand caressed the strings of her harp which towered over her. Her fingertips delicately coaxed the notes from her instrument while her colleagues raised their violins to their chins. The woodwind section soon followed and in no time, the musicians imbued the ballroom with slow waltz music and brought every guest in the room towards the dance floor. In a corner of the room, Leo and Sara moved in tandem to the music with the same coordination as ballerinas in a pas de deux. His right hand rested along her shoulder-blade while his left hand held on to hers, her satin glove soft against the heat of his bare palm. Around the room they gently swayed and spun, side-stepping other dancers in the hall until the song came to an end. “Wow, that was…beautiful. Thank you,” Sara said as she drew away. Her free hand lingered in his for a few seconds longer than usual, accompanied by a discreet squeeze. “The pleasure was mine, Sara. You’re a natural,” Leo replied with a bashful

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Literature

Boston Summer, Chapter 1

A low pitched chime broke the silence of the room where Leo Solaris lay sleeping. As the sound amplified, he extricated himself from his covers and paced over to the window where he left his alarm clock. For once, the sun was shining brightly in his eyes as he pushed the grey button on the clock. He yawned and shook his head softly, resisting the urge to nestle back into the covers where his sweet fantasies still held him in a stupor. He’d have plenty of time to lie in bed and dream the summer holidays away. Provided he could catch the train and make it to the airport on time. “Oh, well. Heathrow is lovely this time of year,̶

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Literature

Boston Summer, Chapter 1

A low pitched chime broke the silence of the room where Leo Solaris lay sleeping. As the sound amplified, he extricated himself from his covers and paced over to the window where he left his alarm clock. For once, the sun was shining brightly in his eyes as he pushed the grey button on the clock. He yawned and shook his head softly, resisting the urge to nestle back into the covers where his sweet fantasies still held him in a stupor. He’d have plenty of time to lie in bed and dream the summer holidays away. Provided he could catch the train and make it to the airport on time. “Oh, well. Heathrow is lovely this time of year,̶

Original Stories

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Literature

Flashpoint

    A metropolis the size of Gale City never slept. It just turned the street-lights on and burnt every bulb until the sun began its shift at dawn.     Crouched atop a building in the central business district, Masterstroke let his eyes wander along the expanse of gravel streets, traffic lights, and pedestrians that marched to the sounds of the night. On the people went, oblivious to the concrete and glass trees of the urban jungle at night. The cool breeze that reached his masked face brought him a moment of relief from his concentration. It was a slow night that had gone by without as much as a purse snatching. If things continued this way,

Fan Work

59 deviations
Literature

Mon Ange Deesse

J’observe l'abondante, captivante luminosité Dans les nuances dorées du soleil, brillant sur ses bleus de cristal. Elle sent le lilas, parfum divin. Je meurs d'envie de t’atteindre, mon Ange Déesse.Il faut que je touche ta chevelure dorée, car elle m’étouffe les sens   D’une manière lyrique, ta chanson angélique m’amorce sur ton hameçon. Elle respire en splendeur, ma séductrice ensorcelante Je m’écrie de posséder la beauté de son âme. Je vénère la céleste lumière du soleil lorsqu’elle embrasse sa joue rayonnante

Poetry

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deviantID's

5 deviations
Tricking Attempts

Photography

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Undefeated: No One Fights Alone

Illustrations

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Literature

Million Dollar Question

Where is your home? God knows.

Most Popular

63 deviations
In Grief, Not Joy

Gifts and Requests

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Literature

OC Character Profile-Rebecca Simmons

OC Character Profile Name: Rebecca Leigh Simmons Age: 17 years Gender: Female Ethnicity: United States, mixed Irish-English ancestry Born: Germany   Lives: United States (formerly South Africa, Turkey, Croatia, and the Philippines) Height: 5 feet 4 inches, 164.6 centimetres Build: Inverted triangle general shape with hips slightly wider than waist   Clothing Style: Casual Unusual Features: None Hair Colour/Style: Medium Brown Eye Colour: Brown Eye Shape: Deep set, evenly spaced Nose: Medium sized, Roman nose with straight bridge Facial shape: Oval with smooth chin, prominent cheekbones Lips: Thin on top, full on bottom Skin Tone: Medium,

Character Profiles and Resources

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Literature

Hozan (La Tristesse)

Au nom de toi, Ô brume tout-enveloppant, Dans la présence duquel une nuance de regret déverse son accord éphémère, comme si on espérait se réveiller a une vocation connu que dans l’esprit. Ce contraste émotionnel qui est ressenti-et dés un clignement des yeux soudain, sans un moment donné pour le comprendre-est en soi une rêverie mourant d’envie d’être entendu…bien sûr, avec prudence exercé assidument. Il est difficile d’estimer son âme à l’abri de la mélancolie-à moins qu’on soit un fantôme, ce qui es

Other Languages

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Literature

Seizing Beauty

Seize beauty with both your hands Don't let go. Make it yours.

Micro Prose

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Featured Artist- My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink dA

Scraps

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