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Literature
Cryptic
I'm not a poet -
I don't have words that mean other words
To pour out of my soul into your waiting hands;
I'm not one for a cryptic message
That says everything if you read it right,
But nothing at all if you don't.
If you want to talk, I'll listen
But only if you tell me you want to talk -
My ears work like normal ones
And my eyes read only what's written.
I really do wish
That my mouth worked the same way,
Because I can listen when you talk
And read the words
You pour out of your soul into my waiting hands,
But when you look at me expectantly
And your silence waits for me to fill it,
I'm afraid that my words
Mean nothing at all.
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Literature
Assorted Love
1. Valentine
She sat next to him in science class; had, in fact, sat next to him in science class for the previous four years. Sometimes she sat to his left and sometimes she sat to his right, and once she had sat in front of him, but either way she was a constant - not a year had passed since first grade that her auburn-headed, snub-nosed presence had not been there for him with a slight turn of the head or a tap on the shoulder. He was in love with her. Had been since the first day. She was water to him, and the sunlight rippling on the water, and the colored fish in the water, and the lilies bobbing on the water; she was everything bright and lovely and colorful to him. And she knew nothing of it.
He brought her the red paper with the lace heart glued to it on the traditional day and laid it on her desk, right to the left of him, for her to find in science class. His heart was in his throat when she sat down, dropped her bag, turned and saw it - and just as quickly turned to
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Literature
Deadline 2.0: Asylum
[PLEASE read the notes at the bottom first for context.]
Esperanto ran.
It didn’t remember shifting, but when it stumbled into the sunlight, the last traces of text were already fading from the corners of its human guise. It heard Dana Morrissey’s angry shout from the third floor window, thought it caught out of the corner of its eye a glint of purple, and it ducked its head and pelted away, running on blind panic.
Esperanto ran for fifty blocks. It found its way out of the cluster of office buildings and ran between the skyscrapers of the central city, catching its warped reflection in their mirrored windows and recognizing only the fear in its eyes before its speed whisked it away again. It had no destination in mind except one as far removed as possible from the Realm, from the investigation, and from English. Its fingers flexed around an invisible knife as it ran, though it knew even through its panic that it could not manifest its weapon in human form.
It stopped where t
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Literature
Deadline 2.0 II - redone
The crime scene wasn’t pretty.
They never are, Lieutenant Joseph Marks thought. He held a scented handkerchief over his nose to block the sour smell of the day-old blood that spattered the carpet and the far wall where the victim had tried to crawl away and failed. Messily. A CSI photographer crouched beside the couch, snapping photos of a pile of scattered papers – the only evidence besides the red-brown stains covering every article of furniture in the room.
“Lieutenant?”
Marks glanced around. The chief investigator stood at his right shoulder, his eyes bagged and bloodshot. Marks nodded in greeting and turned back to the crime scene. “What’s up, Reynolds?”
The investigator sighed. “Same as the last three. Paper, blood, and ink and nothing else.”
“Nothing?”
“Not even fingerprints. Four gallons of ink on the walls and not a single fingerprint!”
Marks frowned. Mixed with the crusty brown of the dried blood were str
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Literature
Deadline: Esperanto's Revenge
Esperanto was sick of being a Lesser Tongue. It knew it was young (scarcely two centuries had passed since its conception, and it had not yet even been introduced into the world), and it knew that its personality was less than forceful; but sometimes it just wanted a little respect. Rights it was not so foolish as to hope for, but it would have liked to receive a civil word from the upper level of the Realm’s hierarchy every so often. This, however, seemed more and more like a hopeless dream with every passing age.
It brooded on this as it exited its quarters in the back bottom-end of the Indo-European castle, where all the artificial Tongues lived. It moved quickly through the stone corridors, eyes to the floor, trying not to make eye contact with any Greater Tongues passing by. Unfortunately, as usual, this did not prevent the Greater Tongues from making any sort of contact they wished with it.
“Well, hello there.”
Esperanto recognized the arrogant smirk in that
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Literature
Radiant
“Did you see him?”
“Did you see his face?”
“The man who came down the mountain.”
“The man who came out of the cloud.”
“You mean Moses.”
“No, it wasn’t Moses.”
“He’s coming!”
Those who saw him did not know him, and he gave no sign that he recognized us. We saw him in the morning as he descended the foothills, and within an hour every man milled in the street, half-frightened, half-curious. The words spread like plague from the moment the watch first caught sight of his face: It is not Moses.
“It could only be Moses, fool. He told us God commanded that no other man be on the mountain while He speaks.”
“I tell you, it was not Moses.”
“Then it was God! God descends the holy mountain!”
“God has forgiven us?”
“Where is the priest?”
They rushed Aaron to the tabernacle to wait at the Most Holy Place for the God we had been sure would never speak to us again:
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Literature
WIP - Attempt 2
The quieter I am, the more you talk.
When we stand together, it’s like I’m not even here. I’m a fading shadow beside you: I have the words, but I don’t know how to say them, and you have your words and my words and all the world’s words spilling out of you, and yet you’re saying them all wrong. My heart’s lips are moving, are shouting at you, but I don’t know how to make you hear them, and you don’t know how to listen.
I can’t get a handle on you – your cocoon of words is too smooth. When I reach for you, reach past your words, try to find you, I slide right off. Are you trying to push me away? Are you afraid of what I might find under your constant noise? There are times I love your words – when the crowds press in and I feel lost, the sound of your voice is my anchor, the only constant in the shifting mass around me, allowing me to breathe through my fear. But when it’s just you and me, that anchor drags m
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Literature
Deadline XIV: Redemption
Lieutenant Marks could not believe what he was seeing.
He sat in the rolling chair, scanning the report that CSI had brought up at his request ten minutes before and trying to will the number at the top of the page to shrink, to be a typo, to be anything besides what it irrefutably was.
“Twenty-nine.” No, saying it aloud didn’t help. He whispered it: “Twenty-nine.” It still didn’t seem real. He flung the paper into the air, kicked a chunk of plaster across the room, pounded his fist on the computer desk, and screamed it – “Twenty-nine!”
Yes; as much as he hated it, now it was real. Marks put his head on the desk and swore, long and loud.
English scooped blood and ink from the floor of the mansion and sipped it delicately from Sarah’s hand, then licked it from its spattered katana. With a satisfied smile it stood and crossed the room to where the author lay, red hair splayed out, her blank eyes still wide in terror. Kneeling, it w
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Literature
Naivete but Not
What do you know? I’m in love.
When did this happen? I’m almost laughing thinking about it. I knew you so long ago. You’ve been a fixture in my life for four years now – forever to a teenager, whose friends shift with the seasons like fashionable colors. You’ve always been there, from the time at the beginning when I saw you every day and you hated me, to when we saw each other every weekend and you liked me, to when we see each other once every few weeks and I love you.
Maybe it’s not love. I don’t know. What do I know about love? But when I hear certain songs I smile and turn up the volume because you like them, too, and you might be listening to them at the same time I am and thinking of me. And when your number comes up on my cell phone I hesitate in the instant before I open it and hear your voice because the anticipation is so sweet. And I think of you in another state and I’m sad at how long just a week and a half can be.
I never thought I
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Literature
Deadline XIII: Justice
Esperanto appeared in the Realm in the same position in which it had left the world – crouched and cowering, its knife held before its face, fingers scrabbling at the ground. Four burly Tongues stood around the spot where it materialized, penning it in. One snorted contemptuously and kicked the knife from Esperanto’s hand. The weapon clattered across the stone floor and vanished. A second hauled the struggling Tongue to its feet while the remaining two shackled it with chains of ink and dropped it back to the floor.
It lay at the center of a vast stone chamber, the ceilings so lofty they would have vanished but for the steady white light from an unseen source that bathed the entire room, casting no shadows. A tall stone bench at which eleven Tongues were seated rose high above the surrounding congregation. At the center, directly above Esperanto’s huddled form, sat the Justice of the Tongues in a seat even more elevated than the ten around it, gazing down with eyes that
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Literature
Deadline XII: Interrogation
“Arabic – will you speak with me a moment? There is urgent news.”
“German. Has something happened?”
“Many things. I do not know where to begin.”
“Where is English?”
“I do not know. We have not yet issued a search, and English has hidden itself in the world.”
“Then Esperanto has failed?”
“Miserably.”
“I expected little else; but I did not believe that even Esperanto would allow it to vanish unscathed. Did it not wound English even a little?”
“Add that to the growing list of things that I do not know.”
“Where is Esperanto?”
“It remains in the world and in the investigation’s office, where it cowers and weeps and waits on the justice of the Tongues for its failure. The clairvoyant Morrissey and Lieutenant Marks hold it in disgrace and search frantically for English and its host.”
“Call Esperanto back to the Realm and have it wait on my justice. Then…”
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Literature
Bondage for Two Voices
Created.
I was not born, I was created. I am beholden to another for my existence, for my essence, for my body and blood and soul.
My creator is a terrible being. It is my jailor, my tormentor, my greatest fear; and yet the love I bear it is stronger even than my dread.
Creator.
It is a heady term, a thrill of supremacy.
My creation is precious. It is the lifeblood of another born into a new body, formed by my hands into perfection. There is within it both the potential for immeasurable power, and total deference to my wishes.
We are bound together, inexorably. There are those who would break us, would annihilate the chain that joins us; but my creation's freedom is only its destruction.
I would burn the sky for my creation, just as I have created it to do for me.
My creator holds me in a cage of its own design, a prison of fear and dependence and a crushing love that overwhelms me even as it strips my defenses away. I am weak, empty; everything I am is in my creator. I am torn by my l
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Para-Sara
Sarah R. N.
Artist | Literature
United States
Current Residence: Georgia
Favourite genre of music: pretty much anything you can think of
Favourite photographer: my grandfather
MP3 player of choice: I have a CD player! Do people have those anymore?
Favourite cartoon character: Mello
Personal Quote: "Frogging froggity frogs!"
Interests
RULES:

1. tag 10 people (not the one who sent it to you!)
2. answer all truthfully
3. take it in public!
4. tell all tagged on their profile that they have been tagged,
and link to your journal.

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Info
[x] I am shorter than 5'4.
[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.
[ ] I have many scars.
[ ] I tan easily.
[ ] I wish my hair was a different color.
[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
[ ] I have a tattoo.
[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.
[x] I have/I've had braces.
[x] I wear glasses.
[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
[x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.
[ ] I have more than 2 piercing.
[ ] I have piercing in places besides my ears.
[ ] I have freckles.

Family/Home Life
[x] I've sworn at my parents.
[x] I've run away from home. (Six years old. Made it out the front door and no farther. I think I get props for packing the bag, though.)
[ ] I've been kicked out of the house.
[x] My biological parents are together.
[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.
[ ] I want to have kids someday.
[ ] I've lost a child.

School/Work
[x] I'm in school
[x] I have a job.
[x] I've fallen asleep at work/school.
[ ] I almost always do my homework.
[ ] I've missed a week or more of school.
[x] I've been on the Honor Roll within the last 2 years
[ ] I failed more than 1 class last year
[ ] I've stolen something from my job
[ ] I've been fired

Embarrassment
[x] I've slipped out an "lol" in a spoken conversation.
[x] Disney movies still make me cry. (This was almost a no. Screw you, Toy Story 2.)
[x] I've peed from laughing.
[x] I've snorted while laughing.
[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried.
[ ] I've glued my hand to something.
[x] I've had my pants rip in public.

Health
[x] I was born with a disease/impairment (Tragically born without an inner poem. Ask my language arts teacher; this is a birth defect.)
[ ] I've gotten stitches/staples.
[ ] I've broken a bone
[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.
[ ] I've sat in a doctor's office/emergency room with a friend.
[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed.
[ ] I had a serious surgery.
[x] I've had chicken pox.
[ ] I've had measles


Traveling
[x] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.
[x] I've been on a plane.
[ ] I've been to Canada.
[ ] I've been to Mexico.
[x] I've been to Niagara Falls.
[ ] I've been to Japan.
[ ] I've celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans. (I wish!)
[x] I've been to Europe. (I think it'll be... the sixth or seventh time this summer.)
[ ] I've been to Africa.

Experiences
[x] I've gotten lost in my city.
[x] I've seen a shooting star.
[x] I've wished on a shooting star
[x] I've seen a meteor shower.
[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.
[ ] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
[x] I've kicked a guy where it hurts.
[x] I've been to a casino.
[x] I've been skydiving. (Well, it wasn't actually up in the air, but I did skydive.)
[ ] I've gone skinny dipping. (I have always wanted to, though!)
[ ] I've played spin the bottle.
[ ] I've drunk a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[ ] I've crashed a car.
[ ] I've been Skiing.
[x] I've been in a play. (LIGHT TECH FTW)
[ ] I've met someone in person from myspace.
[x] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.
[ ] I've seen the Northern lights.
[x] I've sat on a roof top at night.
[x] I've played chicken.
[x] I've played a prank on someone.
[x] I've ridden in a taxi.
[ ] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
[x] I've eaten sushi.
[ ] I've been snowboarding.

Relationships
[x] I'm single
[ ] I'm in a relationship
[ ] I'm engaged.
[ ] I'm married.
[ ] I've gone on a blind date.
[ ] I've been the dumped more than the dumper (One for one. ^_^;;)
[x] I miss someone right now.
[ ] I have a fear of abandonment.
[ ] I've gotten divorced.
[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.
[x] I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.
[x] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.
[x] I've kept something from a past relationship. (A necklace. It ended well, so I still wear it.)

Sexuality
[x] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex. (Just a dumb crush. Nothing to write home about.)
[ ] I've had a crush on a teacher.
[x] I am a cuddler.
[x] I've been kissed in the rain.
[x] I've hugged a stranger.
[ ] I have kissed a stranger

Honesty/Crime
[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.
[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.
[ ] I've snuck out of my house.
[ ] I have lied to my parents about where I am.
[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world. (...who is honestly going to answer that?)
[x] I've cheated while playing a game.
[ ] I've cheated on a test.
[x] I've run a red light.
[ ] I've been suspended from school.
[x] I've witnessed a crime.
[ ] I've been in a fist fight.
[ ] I've been arrested.

Drugs/Alcohol
[x] I've consumed alcohol. (European relatives. It was required.)
[ ] I regularly drink.
[ ] I've passed out from drinking.
[ ] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.
[ ] I've smoked weed
[ ] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.
[ ] I've eaten shrooms.
[ ] I've popped E.
[ ] I've inhaled Nitrous.
[ ] I've done hard drugs.
[x] I have cough drops when I'm not sick.
[ ] I can't swallow pills.
[ ] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem
[ ] I have been diagnosed with clinical depression.
[ ] I have been diagnosed with one or more anxiety disorder.
[ ] I shut others out when I'm depressed.
[ ] I take anti-depressants.
[ ] I'm anorexic or bulimic.
[ ] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.
[ ] I've hurt myself on purpose.
[ ] I've woken up crying.

Death and Suicide
[x] I'm afraid of dying.
[x] I hate funerals.
[x] I've seen someone dying
[ ] Someone close to me has attempted suicide.
[ ] Someone close to me has committed suicide.
[ ] I've planned my own suicide.
[ ] I've attempted suicide.
[ ] I've written a eulogy for myself.

Materialism
[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.
[ ] I own an iPod or MP3 player.
[x] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga. (I'M GETTING BETTER.)
[ ] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.
[x] I own something from Hot Topic.
[ ] I own something from Pac Sun.
[x] I collect comic books.
[x] I own something from The Gap.
[x] I own something I got on e-bay.
[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.

Random
[ ] I can sing well.
[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.
[x] I open up to others easily.
[ ] I watch the news.
[x] I don't kill bugs. (Cockroaches are not bugs. They are hellspawn from another dimension.)
[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.
[x] I curse regularly.
[x] I sing in the shower.
[ ] I am a morning person.
[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.
[x] I'm a snob about grammar.
[ ] I am a sports fanatic.
[ ] I twirl my hair.
[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name.
[ ] I love being neat.
[ ] I love Spam
[ ] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day
[x] I bake well. (Mom can say what she wants, that strudel was delicious!)
[x] My favorite color is either white, yellow, red or blue or pink!
[ ] I've worn pajamas to school.
[ ] I like Martha Stewart.
[ ] I know how to shoot a gun
[x] I am in love with love.
[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
[x] I laugh at my own jokes.
[ ] I eat fast food weekly.
[ ] I believe in ghosts.
[ ] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.
[x] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.
[ ] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.
[ ] I am really ticklish.
[ ] I love white chocolate
[x] I bite my nails.
[x] I play video games.
[x] I'm good at remembering faces.
[ ] I'm good at remembering names.
[ ] I'm good at remembering dates.
[ ] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life. (I'm gonna write. Duh.)

[x] All of those are answered honestly.

That was fun. I tag... hm...

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That's 10, right?
  • Listening to: Vienna Teng - Soon Love Soon
  • Reading: The Game
  • Watching: xxxHolic

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commoner-pocky Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2009  Student Traditional Artist
I'd just like to randomly pop in and say that your signature about Lite Yagami -actually- made me laugh out loud, for quite a bit. Thanks for brightening my day! =D
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dark-the-con-of-man Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2008
You is tagged in my journal. :heart:
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dark-the-con-of-man Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008
HAPPY FRIENDSHIP WEEK!!
Send this to at least 15 people you love, including me if you care for me!

And if you get at least 10 back, you will receive good news within 15 minutes!
~Let's see how many hearts you get! =]
All the best. Please continue sending you're own love to those you care for.


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LakadaEvil Featured By Owner May 9, 2008
Thanks so much for the watch. :]
Have a great Saturday.

Cheers
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Para-Sara Featured By Owner May 9, 2008   Writer
Thanks! You, too.
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Nasu-San Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2008
I :heart: yeu.
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oddrikku12 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer
THANKS FOR THE FAVE, MAN.
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Para-Sara Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2008   Writer
YOU'RE WELCOME.
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oddrikku12 Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer
KAY.
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