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I'm out of here.


So long, and thanks for all the fish.

If you're down because you got Fooled, or because you got left out of the mayhem, then I've got a story to cheer you up. We all cheer up after hearing the goofy misfortunes of others, right? Good, then we're all on the same page.
I'll try to keep my rambling to a minimum. No promises, though!


As I was sleeping, the month of April began. Naturally, I was prepared to endure some type of prank today, but I didn't expect it to creep up on me in my sleep!

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(Note: Many a laugh was had while typing this. Especially at the parts with romance. It just seems so silly to say those things!)

I was dreaming about my first kiss.
In my dream, I had never been kissed, even though I have been in the real world.

The set-up was pretty interesting: I was with a group of friends in a nearby town. We were near a lake, hanging out on a dock (which is sort of like a Pier, but instead of being on the ocean, they're usually on lakes). Some moonlight was reflecting off of the water, making for quite the romantic atmosphere for myself and a foreign man that appeared to know some of my friends.

We sat together, out of the sight of everyone else. We talked for a while, and eventually we were about to kiss. "Dream-Me" was excited for "Dream-Me"'s first kiss. Unfortunately for "Dream-Me", physics don't apply in the world of dreams. The bench that I was sitting on suddenly disappeared, and I fell to the ground. The not-real impact woke me up.

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I could practically hear laughter as I sat up in bed.
April Fool's Day, you got me good! Just you wait until next year... I'll get you back!

So, anyone else have a funny April Fool's story?

I go through my watchers' galleries, and pick one thing from each that I like. It can be something cute, something cool, something scary, or something quite random. It's cool to see how many great artists are around deviantART. I encourage you to take a look; you just might find something you like!

This is the final one for a while. With this, all of my current watchers should have gotten at least one thing featured.

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Special Spot for Literature!
Some Crazy NightThere once was Banana that had an addiction to the smell of cheese
He loved the smell of cheese so much that he decided to go to the town aircon and put cheese in front of the aircon so the whole town could smell the cheese. The Banana wanted the whole town to smell the tasty cheese. Banana began to put the cheese down in front of the aircon. He had Camembert, Brie, cheddar, Goats cheese, blue cheese, crafts singles, cream cheese, Swiss cheese, Feta, Mozzarella, parmesan cheese, and Smokey cheese! The banana placed all the cheese and turned on the aircon.
As the days went by people loved the smell of cheese and celebrated their joy over taking Majuana and drinking all night, along with their guest Natalie Portman.
However, as the week went by, that smell of the cheese began to smelldreadful. The smells became worse as the weeks went by. Civilians became very sick because the smells were so revolting and eventually people soon died because the smell was so bad. A month pasted and all th SomedayMy heart has much empty space
For tears often run down my face
I'm always forcing this smile
Hoping it will last a long while
But for all of you who say I don't belong
You've been making it worse for far to long
Cause someday these clouds will clear
Giving me the chance to look in th mirror
And be truly happy. :thumb283642181: Promises of a lonely heartI promise that I shall never leave you
I promise that you shall be in my thoughts always
I promise you I shall follow you to the ends of the earth
I promise you the first kiss wont be our last
I promise you I shall walk with you through the plains of life
I promise you I wont leave you the day you die
I promise you I shall wake up beside you every morning
I promise you I will take you by the hand and hug you
I promise I wont let them take you from me
I promise you that this lonely heart will never let you go Her hand.Her hand.
I can't get my head around the fact
That I fell in love with you.
I truly loved you, madly and deeply.
You once told me
That you would love me, too.
I love all the memories
Of moments we shared.
But I just can't get my head around the fact
That I saw you yesterday
Walking down the road, all bathed in sunshine
Holding her hand in yours
And not mine.
Pinchen Gray Eyes"what are you doing here?" he asked looking down at the girl curled up in the leather arm chair
"what do you mean? I'm reading a book,it's not all that strange this being a library and all." she said looking up at him from the book her mind was engulfed in. She realized that she knew this boy, he was in her science class. she never talked to him before he was one of the cute popular boys that sit at the back of class and goofed off and all the girls talk about his good look with his dirty blond hair and deep green eyes. he's that one who could have any girl he wanted, but why was he talking to her? she was just plain old holly, with the plain brown hair and Gray eyes that looked as dead as she feels.
"I know it's a library, I was asking why do you come here everyday?" he asked looking down into those Gray eyes that he loved so much, he would love to see them ringing with life again.
"I could ask you the same thing considering you would have to be here everyday too to know if I was here SonnetYour love is an afflictive winter's night.
A fight worth fighting but painfully cold.
Brittle winds blow over mounds of great spite.
Our time runs short, but is my spirit bold?
Do I have the strength to withstand your force?
Power is within me, shadowed by doubt.
I have the might to conquer my remorse.
Anguish you have caused I'm better without.
My love for you has wavered since we met.
Ever since you took your unsought first breath.
You may never recover from this threat.
But, there will always be life after death.
We may not find love in the summer sun,
But this battle we have fought is now done. To My Two LovesTo My Two Loves
One of you is far, far away - not to be in my arms for a while.
One of you is right here with me, yet still quite far from being in my arms.
I miss one of you like dry earth misses rain, anxious to see you and touch you again.
And I can't wait to hold the other for the first time and cry in happiness over your arrival.
The road for the two of us where it all began has been long, crazy, and had plenty of ups and downs.
We still found our way back to each other and will continue to become even stronger.
The journey has just started for the three of us together.
Starting from the past and building over years, which is quickly morphing into what will become a wonderful, crazy learning experience that will last us even more years to come.
Both of you are important in my life and will always have my love.
Love that is different in respect to our relationships, but still love all the same.
There will be trials and tribulations, like with anything that w The Greek God's Children Chapter 1I groaned as a dodge ball hit me in the stomach, and I collapsed. I heard the coach demand "Come on, Duncan! You can do better!" I staggered to my feet, fighting the urge to punch the coach in the face. Unless he hadn't noticed, I had been the last one standing! He blew his whistle, and said "Now, everyone run around the gym thirty times before going into the locker room!" I looked at him in disbelief. Thirty laps around the gym in five minutes?! Everyone but me started to complain, but the coach just blew his whistle and yelled "Move it!!" Most of the boys and girls who had complained started running, but a few had stayed still until they looked uncomfortable and started running as well.
I rolled my eyes, and started running last. I had just finished my tenth lap by time the bell rang, and I sprinted into the locker room to get changed. Once I did, I stuffed my gym uniform into my bag, and ran out of school. Thank god it was Friday, and I had just finished my last class! I was well on

A few hours early on this Watcher Feature, but I wanted to celebrate 8k pageviews. The best way to celebrate that is with a Watcher Feature!

I go through my watchers' galleries, and pick one thing from each that I like. It can be something cute, something cool, something scary, or something quite random. It's cool to see how many great artists are around deviantART. I encourage you to take a look; you just might find something you like!

Without further ado, let's get to the features!

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Special Spot for Literature!

DisorderI'm back again, darling,
Forgive me for leaving,
You empathise as you
Watch self-deceiving,
Then grieving,
Not once believing
What I'm telling myself.
It starts with liberation,
And I think I can go,
Think I've a choice,
Put on a good show,
But then start to grow,
Start sinking through woe,
Love, I need you to save me.
I can't deny you, angel,
Can't deny my return,
Need your arms around me,
You need mine in turn,
Sweet heart; make me burn,
Make me squirm and churn,
And yearn for substance.
We give and we take,
Put us back on the verge,
I'll fight back soon,
But for now, feed my urge:
Drive me to purge,
Sing that same old dirge.
Send me to sleep. Hues of GreyTwixt black and white 'tis always grey;
lustre lost and slipping away.
It is between that truth is seen,
its place in black and white's decay.
Through red and blue the sight is true,
and shapes in them are seen anew.
On them we glean the truth between.
In winds of hues long nights it blew. Count On YouI close my because I'm scared to lose the light
At night i pray to be happy again someday
I think of you and all I see
This love isnt ment to be
But I cant help but cry
Cause when I'm with you
All I see is sunshine
And for once my dreams dont have to come
There already there
With you the light always shines through
And all I see is you
And with every touch your so far away
Yet I count on you each day
I cant help but pray
You dont turn away
It feels like a rush each and everyday
When you touch me the pain fades
All my insecurties just disapear
With you I finally want to smile
With you I feel whole for awhile
Even though I know this can never be
. . .
Cause when I'm with you
The nights dont feel so long
My dreams never seem to come
The nightmares stay away
The more you hold me with your embrace
With you I seem not to care
With you I dont seem to need anything at all
Cause when I'm with you
All I see is sunshine
Cause with you I dont have to care
I be anything I wanna be
I dont have to cr The Vanished EmotionsI hear the rain coming down
Rain is suppose to bring about new beginnings
But all I feel inside is empty
You took away everything that I was
Everything I was going to be
You destroyed who I was
So that when you left
I wouldn't be able to repair
You made sure I wouldn't last without
Knew that one day I'll come crawling back to you
But I will never do that
I would rather burn in hell
Than ever show weakness
To a guy who
Takes away everything a girl is
To have what he wants Heart of LonelinessSomething that is hard to explained, something that is hard to describe has taken root in my heart. 
It feels like a piece of me has been torn out by an unseen force. Sudden, but painful. 
The very thought of the source causes the hole in my heart to grow even larger. 
I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried everything to try to get my mind off of it, and yet the pain always seems to linger. 
It never ceases. It only grows. There is not one thing that can repair this but the source itself. 
The day he comes back, I would rush to embrace him. I would try all my might to contain my tears. I imagine he is with me right now. The touch of his lips against my own would fill the hole that has been open.
Until that day, this hole in my heart, a heart full of pain , will remain in its state of loneliness. Minstrel."Good day to you, sir.
Would you like a minstrel?"
The question caught me off guard, I'll admit.
"It has fresh food and
It is hardly loud."
I wondered why he didn't say he or she.
I took a look, and found it weird.
Cymbols, and a silly beard?
Why?
What?
I did not know quite what to do, so I
Left it there to see if he'd ask you, too.
"Not loud?" "He asked you?"
"A cymbol monkey! Haha!" :thumb272878869: Snail MailShe sent him a battery through post in what she hoped would be a humorous take on her current spite.
He'd asked for it, he'd get it. It was mentality like that that made her smile as she dropped the envelope in the post, nodded in thanks to the service women and strolled back out into the first day of spring.
He'd asked for her address and said something butt-holeish and she'd agreed if only he gave her his first. She was under the impression that there was no way in hell he'd be willing to do such a thing for fear that she'd send him something foolish . . . such as a battery, and been wholly surprised when he'd agreed, given it and then asked again:
March 19, 2012 - Brian
Now, about that address?
So she'd been dutiful:
March 19, 2012 - Haley
Here: [address]
just know that I currently hate you.
Sent it off the very next day, taking advantage of her new found information, that's what she'd done.
He'd receive a battery. No letter, no funny commentary on the back of the enve Soft and SweetIn the soft, deep darkness, I close my eyes.
That tickle down my spin from your whispering voice,
I do not feel real, I do not feel alive...
The days when I would drift, with you.
A Polaroid in my mind, shows up on the silver-screen of my eye lids.
And I day dream of the old sepia-toned sunshine and laughter.
I ache for that like a fierce hunger.
I'm starving my senses of you again.
My life is like a movie, everything is a dream.
I am at peace with this unsettled heart.
I'm not sure where I should go, but I know I'll never leave you behind.
In my heart I'll take you with me.
I'll remember you with ever new treasure that I find. Zephyr LassI have no idea who this girl is,
but apparently she is a hero.
A hero of beauty in the skies,
A hero with a voice to create winds.
With earthen colored piercing eyes,
Jessica could be as normal as us.
She's a princess, a girl, an artist,
To the rest she is just Zephyr Lass.
She shines in the skies as she flies,
But creating behind her a whirlwind.
A suit as translucent as the skies,
Appearing to be an ethereal blue wind.
Just don't ever get on her bad side,
For she controls the winds in the sky.
Slicing through with cold piercing winds,
You'll be blown away with a whisper from her lips.... Novalty Convenience   The little bell rang as the girl stepped into the store. It seemed dimly lit for a convenience store but she didn't really care, she preferred the dark anyway. She looked around to let her eyes adjust to what could only be described as candles that cast moonlight. It was a soft white glow that radiated from the plentiful candles all around the room. She found this to be a bit odd, but she quickly forgot about this and studied the aisles. Each one came up to only about the top of her head and all were stocked full with unusually random merchandise. From strange foods and foreign snacks to an entire aisle devoted to cards, it was a strange store indeed.
   She looked to her right, to her left were all the aisles. To her right was the main counter, it carried the cash register as well as other odd impulse buys. She laughed at the self help books and the odd fiction selection that sat right next to the register. The man behind the counter was leaning agains Two Red RosesTwo Red Roses
A young couple walked out of the front entrance of a hospital. The man stopped and looked around nervously. It was a dreary day in the city: The sky was gray with sad, weeping clouds passing over. The cold wind only added to the piercing sting of the clouds' tiny tears. The streets were packed with people hurriedly making their ways past the busy office buildings that ran endlessly alongside the dirty, black, car-covered pavement. A chorus of engine sounds, beeps, and voices among other things sang a sad, deafening tune. The man turned and looked at his companion. "I'm sorry, Jenna," he said sadly.
Jenna looked back at him and sighed. "It's okay," she reassured him. "It wasn't your fault, Robert." A cold breeze wound its way through the buildings, causing Robert to shiver and pull his hooded sweatshirt higher over his neck. Even though she only had a tank top and pair of jean shorts on, Jenna stood still, unaffected by the wind. They both stood silently in front of the bu


I hope you enjoyed these artists! There is another Feature on the way, tomorrow! I wasn't able to fit everyone in this time, but I'm 100% sure that tomorrow's Feature will be able to include everyone that I have not yet shown off

Watcher Feature!

I go through my watchers' galleries, and pick one thing from each that I like. It can be something cute, something cool, something scary, or something quite random. It's cool to see how many great artists are around deviantART. I encourage you to take a look; you just might find something you like!

^{But first, a short personal update.
Unfortunately, my depression is back, and nearly "in full swing".
I hate to say that deviantART adds to my stress level, for various reasons.
I'm not leaving, and I will still be uploading things. I just may not be as happy as the happy bounce emoticon that I overuse.}

On to the features!
Featured items chosen at random.

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Special Spot for Literature!
:thumb283880644: How Nature's like Mothers  naturemother.html
By John Leutz  copyright 4-22-2011
How Nature's like Mothers
Mothers are like Nature
They both are great and pure.
They are like the Earth in that they
both give us Nutrients.
My mother cooks food that is healthy
and good for me.
She gave me cloths and pants
which come from animals and plants.
She made me deals and a healthy Meals.
She taught me well, now I shall tell.
All the ways she taught me to to be a
good person and a good son.
By grounding me, and always said,
Why she was doing so, and sent me to
bed,
When I was ornery, when I woke up I
could see she knew I would feel better, Later.
The Earth gives us shelter.
Even if it is swelter-
ing hot we could swim in a lake.
Mother would bake
great things to eat.
She taught my feet
to walk and me how to talk.
Mother taught me to love, and show it
to my Fiance'e every Day.
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Her mother taught me to appreciate
Nature and Fate.
With long walks and answering all my
questions of the names
of plants and :thumb260714553: My Lovely Band NerdI must admit, I can't help
     But stare at your
          Well toned calves.
Unable to resist mine eyes
     Gaze at your
          Perfect Hindu posture.
The tan lines from your
     Socks, tanktop, and shorts
     Form an outline as if
     You'll always be wearing
     Your marching band clothes.
I've noticed you've never worn
     Any other color sock
          But black.
Your near constant humming
     Of the various parts of
     Our show is the best music
     In the world except for
     Those Friday night performances.
When you walk your
    Embrace Embrace
… He puts his arm around her shoulders. She looks up at him as if to make sure he is real, then looks back forward. With her unspoken consent, he holds her close. She rests her head on his shoulder, and he rests his on her head. After a short while, he puts his other arm around her and she looks up. She turns toward him, puts her head on his shoulder, and allows a few warm tears to flow. He holds her close, and puts his face in her hair softly whispering, "It's all right… It will be ok…" :thumb254386224: A Young Love StoryA Young Love Story
Written on Monday, January 5th 2015
The old man at the playground gave a smile
Could tell he was drunk, breath so vile
The little boy nearby wondered what to do
Approaching him, planning no undo
He then told me his beloved fairytale
"I'm going to tell you one about a kingdom
Hope you little prince won't fall into boredom."
He then opened his old, worn story book
Yet still so colorful it put him on the hook
He read in his voice full with wisdom
"Once upon a time, a Prince fell in love
With a woman whom he would give anything expensive
But then he heard that she was married
The matter terribly made him worried
For her was his only reason to live"
"What happened next to the Prince?
Asked the little boy with his curious face
The old man did nothing but smiled
So long that he made the boy glared
Wanting to hear more whatever the price
Then the old man finally continued
"The Prince fell sick as seasons changed
He told his trusted, that his love remained the same
Still burn A Testimony~A Testimony
           Life's NOTHING. I was blinded by darkness that I can't even distinguish right from wrong. I was groping for answers trying to find
 myself. Then I found them. A society that will accept me as I am. A person with an irritating personality, trying to grasp on to someone to
 uncover herself. I was twelve when I joined that group. I admit by that time, I know there is God that sacrificed His only Son for us. He is
 calling me. I can hear Him whispering. But I tried to cover my ear, my heart. By that time, I didn't heard Him again. I became arrogant. I love
to go home late and be with those people whom with my inferiority, I cling to, to feel that I belong. We party 'till we drop, break the law, rock
hard. That time I cut my wrist for no reason at all. I clothed myself in black. I thought if I'll do all those things, I belong. But, I'm not.
         :thumb289717073: Vic and the Secret Door Ch.20Vic and the Secret Door Chapter 20: Beginning In A New World
"Who are we looking for anyway?" Ed asked as the group walked through Karakura town. It was almost dark and not many people were out anymore.
"We're looking for someone named Ichigo" Vic answered before Ikkaku could even open his mouth, "He doesn't live very far from here, so you'll get to meet him soon."
Before they could continue any further, there was a loud crash from nearby. All of them rushed towards the sound, wondering what on earth could be happening this time. As they approached, they saw a silver haired man laying on the ground, and they all guessed he was another one of there group.
"Where am I?" he asked, sitting up and looking around him, "and who are all of you?"
Vic walked towards him, recognizing him immediately, and he began to explain to him exactly what the situation was.
"Everyone, this is Yukito, another character that I voice." Vic explained though it was pretty obvious that Yukito didn't belong in this Dimes For The DozenI felt this empty hole in me today.
The feeling of seeing lost souls...
..sitting on the corners of the streets.
Some picking a warm place to ponder.
Others sticking out like a sore thumb...
..To find a trace of violence.
Is this the light that we look for?
There is a new chapter in the book.
I can hear laughter from many.
Then I see tears...
..From those sitting out in the cold.
The pain.
Rain.
The poor man sitting on the corner.
Too bad the shop keeper could not lend a hand...
..For a few dimes more.
I saw the old woman look into the window...
..Of a two story house just down the street.
She watched the family.
All sitting in their cozy living room.
The lonely soul had the curtians...
...Shut in her face and told to be gone.
Just one life.
Could people help each other...
..To see a brighter light of the future?
Helpless.
Alone.
Cold.
The rain came down on a bitter night.
Pain and loneliness.
Just like the old man on the corner...
..Who had one last picture frame of his life.
Too many SnowThe snow was falling,
Inside we sat staring,
Oh how beautiful it was. MorpheusIn my sleepless slumber I lay
Never forgetting the perils of day
I open my eyes and count the cracks in the ceiling
Within me there's a sick, dreadful feeling
Whispers emit from the indomitable darkness
Dreadful memories return like a ghastly carcass
I toss and turn as my mind burns with the demons of my past
Tangled in a web of desires, how long will this insomniac last?
My body ceases to rest if my soul is not at ease
Even my own shadow seems to lash out at me
Dear Morpheus, where are you, controller of dreams?
Chase away my nightmares and sing me to sleep :thumb291253058:


Next feature will be up tomorrow. It should be the last, and will (hopefully) cover everyone else that I haven't gotten to yet