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Radioactive CH. 1 I’m waking up, to ash and dust. I wipe my brow, and I sweat my rust.
“No Adam…you can’t do this! No NOO!!” Her screams echoed across the cavern as I just held her down with a smirk. I had her against the wall…no way was she getting out of this one. Nobody could hear her screams. She has gave me and my boyfriend hell for much too long. Little homophobic bitch. I grabbed her neck and whispered in a low voice in her ear, “It’s too late now Miley.”
“You cannot do this Adam and you know it.” I looked up at the voice. Dad? He was smirking with an all knowing look on his face. He had doubt in his voice too. I squinted with hate at him and his expression was glued and wouldn’t change. I’m sure if he just seen a kitten die he would have that smirk. “You’re too weak. You could never grow up like me…so stop trying to be all bad ass. You know you’re just a little
West Grove High Adam LambertThe Stone building looked like it could’ve touched the sky. It was an old, yet new looking schoolhouse. Still up and running, in fact; the high school of West Grove. It was on top of the hill, you could see the beautiful houses below. The autumn breeze filled the air…it was the beginning of November.
Adam took a deep breath as his mom dropped him off. He had to change schools, his dad got a new job and forced them to move to West Grove. He thought it would be a piece of cake; but now that he was standing on the sidewalk and seeing all his soon to be peers walk in the school yard mad him a little eerie. It was different from his old school that’s for sure.
His stomach dropped as reality hit him. He wasn’t going to be able to see his friends, sit by them at lunch, nothing. I guess he didn’t realize when he was saying goodbye. They were all teary and Adam shrugged it off like he will see them again the next day…but he won’t. He won’t be ab
Happy 4th of JulyAdam's POV
This week I was performing with the greatest music legends of the rock and roll days; QUEEN! I was like bursting into something fierce when I heard they wanted me to sing for them! It's in London though. So I had to travel a ways. Well It's not like I haven't traveled this far before! I remember it like it was yesterday.
It was 2009 and I decided to audition for American Idol! I made it to the finals with this hunk; Kris Allen. He was super cute but sigh he had a wife. That is the only thing I wish I could change. He had like a monkey face I had to admit, but it didn't look too shabby on him. I sang my little heart out at the finals.
"And you new American Idol is " Kris and I held each other tight waiting for Ryan to continue "Kris Allen, Congratulations!" He was as shocked as I was, I hugged him. And he accepted the title so naturally . I was happy for him, don't get me wrong but I think I would've gone way farther than him. He seems like al
Radioactive CH. 4 I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones, enough to make my systems blow.
I blink a few times and looked around. It was a wide open meadow…so beautiful. The leaves were a perfect emerald green. It looked like the middle of spring where it wasn’t raining all the time or too hot where it was all dry. I looked down at my own legs. They were lying upon healthy grass. It was about 4 inches high. The ends weren’t stringed or chopped off. It hadn’t looked mowed…yet, not really long. I pushed my hand through it, it was very thick.
I looked around and seen nothing but trees as if a human had never been here. Was this real? I bent forward and pushed myself up. I walked slowly to the biggest tree in my vision. I rubbed my fingers down the bark. I rubbed my fingers together…they were sticky. The tree had natural sap on it. It was completely silent. The only thing I heard was my own footsteps. I looked up curiously and a bright r
The Life of a Mr. Tommy Ratliff CH. 1 ADOMMYTommy's POV
My name is Tommy Joe Ratliff, and my life sucks. I hate highschool, hate people, and hate me. I don't fit in AT ALL!
First of all, I wear skinny jeans all the time and wear makeup! Im pretty sure I died along time ago and went straight to hell. I have a crappy job... you know what im not going to sit here and complain it is not going to change, my life is a living hell.
My stupid mother of mine desided it would be a good idea to make me join afterschool activities. Im the kind of man that would love theater... but no, she has to make me do manual labor pretty much, and make me do marching band. I didn't stick out enough!
Oh yeah, I know, I know... I play flute. Laugh it all out. Im the only guy flute player there is in highschool, SO LAUGH IT UP. I have no clue why I chose flute it just makes everything worse.
And now im headed there... fucking 1-7 pm, hot weather, outside, marching, I should have just died right there thinking of it... ugh here we go!
"Haha Thomas, g
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