darkangelicdeviant

Disclaimer: This story is entirely a work of fiction. I cuddle into mummy, my eyes slowly closing. Daddy’s arms close around me, lifting me up     It’s time for bed, sweetheart I’m not sleepy! I feel his deep laugh rumble in his chest as I fight to open my eyes It’s late darling, time for bed. But I’m a big girl daddy, I’m five! He laughs again Even big girls need their sleep. I grumble as daddy holds me in his arms Mummy kisses me goodnight, then daddy takes me upstairs I won’t look at daddy as he carries me; he’s sending me to bed! He lays me on my bed and tickles me until I

Someone once asked me what it meant for me to be in love with her. I didn't answer at first. I didn't know how. Then they asked the question: Would you die for her? Then I knew exactly what to say. Dying for love is too easy. It is a single act that proves nothing but that you are willing to exist in whatever awaits beyond this life alone, while those you leave behind suffer in the agony left in your wake. But to live; to live for love. It is to face the unknown of every single moment, whatever uncertainties, whatever trials that may come, and you face them together. You draw strength from one another, and you face it all; you fight for ev

Okay fellow deviants...I have been on this site for a few years now and have never shared any of my own work. I would like to take this opportunity now to remedy this, and share with you a part of a major work I have been working on for ten years. It is a story I started when I was 12 and have gradually improved and added to it as time has passed. Please keep in mind that this is a very important piece of work for me and though I would love to know what you think, I must be brutally honest and inform you that I have never been real good with handling negativity. Constructive criticism is welcome, but please don't be cruel about it. So here it