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The Philosopher's Stone

The breath stuttered back into their chest. They had doubted, feared, hated, wept into the earth as they clawed at it that the witch had betrayed them and was laughing at them now. But incredibly, they had found it, just where she said it would be. They cupped their hands tenderly around the curious object. It glistened pearl-like despite its dusting of soil: a silky and perfectly round stone, slightly warm. What would the witch demand in exchange for such a thing? It hardly mattered, as long as the elixir would bring their sister back.

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478 deviations
Literature

The Philosopher's Stone

The breath stuttered back into their chest. They had doubted, feared, hated, wept into the earth as they clawed at it that the witch had betrayed them and was laughing at them now. But incredibly, they had found it, just where she said it would be. They cupped their hands tenderly around the curious object. It glistened pearl-like despite its dusting of soil: a silky and perfectly round stone, slightly warm. What would the witch demand in exchange for such a thing? It hardly mattered, as long as the elixir would bring their sister back.

Featured

434 deviations
Literature

Birdsong, thin and trembling

I recoil to think of family, terrible and piercing song of past seasons, of we were children once of they will die one day The distance between is a fragile thing, thin-boned, small-throated, wings a-fluttering

Three Hundred Kingdoms

10 deviations
Literature

Woman God, Quiet Sun

i have become rounder jiggling broad buttocks wide-set breasts satisfying me selfish and sexual in a way that doesn't whisper of children women gods dwell in my solar plexus fire my chill steady womb clutch my breasts as theirs inhabit my blood spread my fingers we spin together how do i run my fingers through the hair of this power that is mine how do i teach this fire chant feather words searing breath give you my ashen throat swallow without swallowing to spit out all you who are in my care and keeping my saliva sanctifies gives curse and charm i move shadow and light together empty of all separation and yet separate facing each othe

Personal Favorites

84 deviations

My DDs and DLDs

20 deviations
Literature

Pleasantly Surprised, and Drowning

I can only breathe out— coming to you to take in gasps, you have drowned me, my love. You have taught me new places for hands and feet, showed me the kinds of lace my hair might become, when tangled correctly, how to dodge the thistle-spines, everything but how to take air back into my lungs—they fill reluctantly, as if with water, as if I am taking in your blood through your heart, your beating throat. I hope I give you goosebumps. I hope I am the sunshine your white skin has forgotten.

Published

4 deviations
Literature

The Real World is a Lie We Tell Ourselves to Sleep

The real world is a lie we tell ourselves so we can sleep at night. I stopped sleeping long ago, but I have started to remember how. When I look over the asylum walls wondering where home is, my doctor reminds me that I killed a man. I did not know him. I wonder if he had a family. Wonder how I strayed from the realm of the frost giants to kill an innocent man. I still owe Baba Yaga a debt— I awake some nights with a vision of her flying over the walls with her mortar and pestle to take every drop of my blood as payment. The asylum walls make me feel safe, though. One day I will leave these walls as ashes, and then she will come to t

The Adventures of Summer in the Real World

25 deviations

Past NaPoWriMos

43 deviations
Literature

Mr. Eliot

Everybody knows It hurts to grow old, But I don’t think the trees Regret their lost leaves. Do you, Mr. Eliot? Do you? I think Michaelangelo Measured his life in brush strokes. You’ve measured your life in words, And I, I will measure mine in steps, One foot following another. Everybody knows It hurts to grow old, But I don’t think the trees Regret their lost leaves. Do you, Mr. Eliot? Do you? Who are we, Mr. Eliot, To write of death even as we bloom? Michaelangelo has grown old, And you have grown old, And I will grow old, And learn that it’s not worth troubling with. Everybody knows It hurts to grow

Compositions for Other Artists

10 deviations
Literature

The Real World is a Lie We Tell Ourselves to Sleep

The real world is a lie we tell ourselves so we can sleep at night. I stopped sleeping long ago, but I have started to remember how. When I look over the asylum walls wondering where home is, my doctor reminds me that I killed a man. I did not know him. I wonder if he had a family. Wonder how I strayed from the realm of the frost giants to kill an innocent man. I still owe Baba Yaga a debt— I awake some nights with a vision of her flying over the walls with her mortar and pestle to take every drop of my blood as payment. The asylum walls make me feel safe, though. One day I will leave these walls as ashes, and then she will come to t

Madness-lit

7 deviations
Literature

Anticipation: Draft II

I climb the last artificial rise, stomach aching with undigested ineloquencies and superheroes we will bring to life. I am caught on my favorite dream as his song loops through one ear and rattles around in my head. A pregnant pause swells with the anticipation of years, with a crescendo of hopeful chords. Twilight brings fireflies and magic and billowing daydreams. I can recite half the evening by heart. Years of my life are carried away in laugh lines still imperfect and piano sonatas I will never understand. My pen is poised, waiting. Tell me what to write next.

Other Poems

42 deviations
Literature

Darjeeling

You were born in northern India, swaying in the winds and you have been swaying since, and will until your wedding day. Then you will become still, still as trains of orange flowers.

DFC '12

9 deviations
Literature

You've Been Looking at Virtues, All Wrong

You've Been Looking at the Virtues of Child, Man, and Woman All Wrong In the end we're all myths, hermaphroditic deities. Our names are the most real things about us.         i. My mother named me for the Virgin         and I carry her legacy in my blood—         she is my spirit animal; the creature         who crawled first across the placenta line         outside my home. In truth, I imagine all       

GenderQueer

9 deviations
Literature

So you want to join the dA lit community? Part I

Greetings, all! WELCOME TO DEVIANTART! I'm so excited to welcome you to a community I have been a member of for going-on 8 years. I started this tutorial specifically because I know the literature community is difficult to find, so I wanted to create a kind of quick reference guide for writers who have just joined dA (or returned to it after a long haitus) to let people know how things work, where to go for critique, contests, help, DD suggestions, or just friendly conversation! In this guide, I would like to talk about how to submit literature, critiques, Daily Deviations, people you should know, the literature forum, and groups. This tut

Tutorials

2 deviations
Literature

Woman God, Quiet Sun

i have become rounder jiggling broad buttocks wide-set breasts satisfying me selfish and sexual in a way that doesn't whisper of children women gods dwell in my solar plexus fire my chill steady womb clutch my breasts as theirs inhabit my blood spread my fingers we spin together how do i run my fingers through the hair of this power that is mine how do i teach this fire chant feather words searing breath give you my ashen throat swallow without swallowing to spit out all you who are in my care and keeping my saliva sanctifies gives curse and charm i move shadow and light together empty of all separation and yet separate facing each othe

Life Poems

42 deviations
Literature

Earth and Echoes, Fire and Frost

   A priori: I do not know what it means to feel afraid. 1. I am a ghost walking the ridge of Devil’s Backbone, bleary-eyed and brown, underbrush and Virginia clay. The day has been all dawn; the sun is a pale yellow rumor through winter trees. 2. I am Lurray Caverns with flutes of stone echoing songs in my hollow chest; my heart is a rock in my belly. At once I have learned the truth of doubt and absolute certainty. 3. I am the Devil himself, a fevered dancer— my feet cannot cease moving else the listless sadness rises from my empty insides. Sleepless phantom— pacing the ground brown and dead.   A posteriori: I have

Love Poems

43 deviations
Literature

The Philosopher's Stone

The breath stuttered back into their chest. They had doubted, feared, hated, wept into the earth as they clawed at it that the witch had betrayed them and was laughing at them now. But incredibly, they had found it, just where she said it would be. They cupped their hands tenderly around the curious object. It glistened pearl-like despite its dusting of soil: a silky and perfectly round stone, slightly warm. What would the witch demand in exchange for such a thing? It hardly mattered, as long as the elixir would bring their sister back.

Short Stories

21 deviations
The Chariot

Tarot Deck

8 deviations
Breathe

Photoshop Drawings

42 deviations
Eleventh Mouse Doctor Amigurumi

Traditional

16 deviations
To Boldly Go...

Video Game Art

6 deviations
Literature

The Dream-Makers - Part II

   The trees of the forest are finally looming in front of me. It's nearly dark, but the last rays of sunlight illuminate the forest eaves. All of the paths merge into one and plunge into the trees. Cricket-song calls me into a velvet gloom. It looks so peaceful.   The path coats my feet in a layer of dirt, but it's a welcome change from the rough gravel. As the sun fully sets, the only light I have to go by is the dull glow of the sky behind me. My mind begins to wander again. What am I going to do when it's fully dark? This dream landscape even has its own weather patterns—a breeze still comes in off the ocean, but with no sun shinin

Old and Incomplete

8 deviations
Literature

NaNoPlotMo Protagging Challenge - Aderyn

Note to my watchers: if you are interested in reading the full novel, Necromancer Exile, I highly recommend you at least read the chapters I have currently posted before you read through the activity I completed here, as there will be some spoilers. The Challenge: "Take your current story-in-progress or a story you recently wrote and list out all the actions your protagonist takes. Then identify if they are reacting to an event of your story or actively protagging. What does the balance look like? Does your character react more than they protag? If so, brainstorm some ways you can change the events of your story so your character is protaggi

Scraps

61 deviations