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Short, delicate, chocolate curls and a smile worth the horizon.
Her name was burnt into my brain, my heart, my soul.
Even now, her name is fresh on my tongue.
"Let's play hide and seek!" She'd say, and in tune, I would reply: "Anything for you, my love." With that smile that I only presented to her.
Her skirt whisked along the corners of our furniture, she walked with absolute grace.
Lithely, she'd bounce about the house.
"Count to 20!" She would tell me, I'd follow her every wish.
"1, 2, 3.." I would count in the voice she loved.
"..20! Ready or not, here I come!" I patiently counted the numbers.
There were only 2 places she would hide.
Under the covers, or behind the curtains.
Every time we played, I would make a silly bet.
"I wonder where she'll be this time~" I'd think, knowing her exact hiding place.
One night, a storm ravished the entire city.
Everyone had shut their doors and secured their locks, and here she was with me.
"Let's play hide and seek..!" She said, and in tune, I would oblige: "Anything for you, my precious."
Her cheerful voice had reduced to a hush whisper, yet I heard every word.
Her delicate curls had grown into crisp gentle waves, yet they still glowed in the light.
I caressed her pale face as she closed her shining eyes.
"Count to 20, please." She asked politely, slipping out of my hands.
I smiled that smile I gave to her, a twinge of sadness in my throat.
"1, 2, 3,.." I counted slowly and precisely.
I had just said 19 when a broken voice called me.
"Come find me... I can't wait till 20 anymore." Her voice quivered in something unknown.
I rushed to the curtains, and pulled them apart in a blink.
The lightning crackled beyond the window, but she wasn't there.
I felt an urge of emergency and brushed past the curtains.
With a heavy heart, I flipped the worn covers off the bed.
There she was, a quivering figure in the dim lit night.
Her shoulders shook with fear, her body weak and frail.
"My love, is it that time already? Won't you count to 20 with me?"
She shook her head, the tangles of her hair sliding around her neck.
A thin hand gripped my chest, managing to grasp a handful of cloth.
I held her hand, supporting her grip.
She smiled that smile worth the horizon, and breathed out a harsh breath.
"I want to play hide and seek... But I'm scared that you can't find me anymore.."
She caught my eyes, a tear rolling through her fragile skin.
I nodded, and smiled that bittersweet smile that belonged to her.
She closed her eyes, her lashes dusting her face.
"..20." I said in a low hushed voice, and her form tore from my shirt and sunk.
I sucked in a deep, life-giving breath, treasuring her fading presence.
Her name was..
.
OKAY IDK GUYS IF THAT BORED YOU I'M SORRY
I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW K
I JUST WANTED TO WRITE K.
Her name was burnt into my brain, my heart, my soul.
Even now, her name is fresh on my tongue.
"Let's play hide and seek!" She'd say, and in tune, I would reply: "Anything for you, my love." With that smile that I only presented to her.
Her skirt whisked along the corners of our furniture, she walked with absolute grace.
Lithely, she'd bounce about the house.
"Count to 20!" She would tell me, I'd follow her every wish.
"1, 2, 3.." I would count in the voice she loved.
"..20! Ready or not, here I come!" I patiently counted the numbers.
There were only 2 places she would hide.
Under the covers, or behind the curtains.
Every time we played, I would make a silly bet.
"I wonder where she'll be this time~" I'd think, knowing her exact hiding place.
One night, a storm ravished the entire city.
Everyone had shut their doors and secured their locks, and here she was with me.
"Let's play hide and seek..!" She said, and in tune, I would oblige: "Anything for you, my precious."
Her cheerful voice had reduced to a hush whisper, yet I heard every word.
Her delicate curls had grown into crisp gentle waves, yet they still glowed in the light.
I caressed her pale face as she closed her shining eyes.
"Count to 20, please." She asked politely, slipping out of my hands.
I smiled that smile I gave to her, a twinge of sadness in my throat.
"1, 2, 3,.." I counted slowly and precisely.
I had just said 19 when a broken voice called me.
"Come find me... I can't wait till 20 anymore." Her voice quivered in something unknown.
I rushed to the curtains, and pulled them apart in a blink.
The lightning crackled beyond the window, but she wasn't there.
I felt an urge of emergency and brushed past the curtains.
With a heavy heart, I flipped the worn covers off the bed.
There she was, a quivering figure in the dim lit night.
Her shoulders shook with fear, her body weak and frail.
"My love, is it that time already? Won't you count to 20 with me?"
She shook her head, the tangles of her hair sliding around her neck.
A thin hand gripped my chest, managing to grasp a handful of cloth.
I held her hand, supporting her grip.
She smiled that smile worth the horizon, and breathed out a harsh breath.
"I want to play hide and seek... But I'm scared that you can't find me anymore.."
She caught my eyes, a tear rolling through her fragile skin.
I nodded, and smiled that bittersweet smile that belonged to her.
She closed her eyes, her lashes dusting her face.
"..20." I said in a low hushed voice, and her form tore from my shirt and sunk.
I sucked in a deep, life-giving breath, treasuring her fading presence.
Her name was..
.
OKAY IDK GUYS IF THAT BORED YOU I'M SORRY
I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW K
I JUST WANTED TO WRITE K.
peekaboo
hi dearest
remember when i said i wouldn't come back to dA
well good. bc that is still valid
sort of.
i might be making a new acc; and posting more recent art.
that or maybe i'll remake an artblog. if i have time and feel like it.
anyways
i give up on dA
goodbye dA
i'll come back when I care.
not that i dont care for you guys but wow
it just struck me how much i dislike dA
and how much I think it's really lame
so uh
dont hate me
seeya whenever.
a little bit tired of dA
i've got nothing to post on here
cause nothing i draw is really worth all the effort to put up here--
plus i haven't really been drawing anything at all.
i guess life is just in the way?
i don't really know.
its neither a good feeling nor a bad feeling.
i don't think i'll quit drawing, its just not coming to me these days.
but yeah anyway
i'm more active on tumblr nowadays
ask me for my user
or you can always find me on skype
ask for this too, i'll give it to you.
what else, what else.
yeah basically deviantart really stresses me out sometimes--
cause i watch a ton of people and i get a bunch of deviantwatch messages--
it's free prem day hah
party hard
hey guys it's been like
800 years since i spoke with you guys
idk sorry i suck
lets talk art
i haven't been arting
i'm literally dead
it's not an art block
i don't know what it is
i just don't remember how to draw anymore
sue me
i haven't been doing anything active in anything at all
might be an exaggeration iunno your choice
i can't seem to focus on anything and
everything is just a bother
anyway in general i've been well
feel free to
share your
feelings
idk
it's free prem day but i don't feel like using any journal skin
define loser
it's me
i'm the loser
the loser is me
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