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FrUk: The story of our love:Prussia's side story(This is told from Prussia's perspective so it's written in the first person. Sadly, this will be the last chapter..)
I walked down that road today, leading up to that British jerk's house. I never really liked Arthur, but I guess I was jealous of the guy for fathering my friend's children instead of the awesome me! I mean, who does that? Come on!
But I then knocked on the door, wanting to see my little Matthew...it was silent for about a minute and got worried, but then the doorknob turned and I almost died of laughter when I saw the look on Arthur's face.
He stood there with his hair unbrushed, clothes just thrown on, looking like he was going to kill me. But he smiled randomly and told me to come in. I asked him where Francis was, and he said upstairs.
But he stopped me before I got up the stairs. God, I hated his fucking accent, and even worse, I hate trying to talk in his language.
"You came at the right time...The twins were born earlier today..."
A true and serious confession.Since I'm in an odd mood and have nothing else to do, I may as well tell you why I'm so anti-social, bitchy, suicidal and depressed all the time.
Did you know I'm supposed to be dead? Yeah! I'm really supposed to be dead.
Polycystic kidney disease. I was at risk of it when I was 10. It's something horribly terrible, and is fatal for children. I never had a safe blood filtering system, so when I get sick, it sucks.
And Anime was my only fucking escape, and yet people can't understand that. Ah fuck, I'm crying. Yes, me, this socially awkward bitch who wants to end her life. I've been so sensitive all my life. I cry over stupid things, and there's little sympathy.
Me, Jessica Wright...
I've spent my whole life cursing and crying my way through all this pain, and ever since school started up again, I've been suicidal as fuck.
Now, I know all your thoughts. "Wow, what an attention whore, faker, etc, etc." But, I assure you this is true.
If I was gone, would any of you
(Hetalia) Jack the Ripper, chapter one. It was 1888, and a very dark time in England, and the streets of London were empty tonight, and perfect for the British man who stood there, and laughed. A new victim, dead on the ground.
However, seconds later, on the other side of town, a man with the name of Arthur Kirkland stood on a balcony that was outside his ballroom, as he waited for the girl he planned to make an arrangement with. She was a caretaker on the second floor with long brown hair and green eyes much like his own. Arthur had taken quite a liking to her. He wore a nice black suit and his hair was combed finely.
Hungary was walking along the ballroom, sighing. No one to dance with, nothing to do.Thats why she decided to join Arthur. She waited up on the balcony, as she heard his footsteps approaching. She ajusted her flowy, pale blue dress, and smiled, waiting to greet him. When she spotted him she was lost for words, so just smiled. Arthur bowed. "Ah, hello there, you must be the one whom I talk
A very trolltastic SuFin. (Omegle)(Some little kid wanted a SuFin roleplay...So I gave it to them...)
You: Sweden told Finland to get in the kitchen and make him a damn sandwich, like most women would. Finland reluctantly ignored him. Sweden punched himm into a wall. "Make me m' damn sanwic'!" He yelled, before realizing Finland was a man and couldn't make sandwiches.
Stranger: Hitting the wall finland looked to sweden, "su-san im not a woman for the hundredth time!" little tears starting to form. "make your own sandwitch!"
You: "Fine. But you need to help me." He said with a sigh, putting a hand on Finland's shoulder as to calm him down. "Sorry. You look more like a woman if anything. That's why I make love to you, because I totally am not gay."
Stranger: Sniffeling, finland twitched to his touch. Huffing, he gave in, "o-okay," blushing he added sarcastically, "yeah, your not gay sve..." and started for the kitchen.
A Guide to Writing DialogueWhat is dialogue, exactly? The definition from Merriam-Webster’s dictionary was several lines long, so I shall summarize it in a short sentence for the sake of the readers; it’s the writing that illustrates conversations between two or more characters in a story. We read and hear it all around us, but creating it in your own work can be a challenge. However, if you find dialogue an obstacle in your writing, then don’t push the panic button. In this tutorial, you’ll find by analyzing what dialogue can do and how to use it, you can turn your greatest fear into your greatest ally in your story.
What dialogue is
Like I’ve asserted before, dialogue is basically what the characters are saying to each other. It can be found in multiple mediums such as books, movies, comics, video games, etc. We even engage in dialogue daily without even thinking. When you talk to your best friend, a co-worker, or even your dog, you create dialogue. It’s exchang
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