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The Bee Game

Esmeralda raised a brow and smirked, putting her hand on the back of the chair. She leaned forward, her eyes getting bright. She cocked her head as she asked, “Minister Frollo, are you saying you’ve never played the Bee Game?” Claude smiled a bit, rubbing his chin. He noticed that Clopin and the others were smiling widely, some even laughing quietly, yet none of them were willing to make eye contact with him. He glanced at Quasimodo, still sitting on the stool. The boy shrugged at Frollo, looking just as clueless. “Bee...game?” He swallowed. Judging by their reactions and Esmeralda’s mischievous little smirk, he knew he was going to regret knowing. Still, he was quite curious about how something so childish sounding could make her companions squirm like that. Was it a card game, or magic trick? From how everyone acted, you would think this game involved actual bees... She wasted no time. She took a step closer to him and smiled, movements were relaxed and her smile was

All

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The Bee Game

Featured

148 deviations

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Hero

Your hero lurks in the shadows, ominously hanging, sadistic images of torture in his mind as he hears your heart. You hear a noise, you scream, and he grins. He plays with his food before he devours it alive. And once he brings your mangled body to our turf, he's revered as a mysterious hero that needs the public's love and support. We know what he really is. He's one of us, and we're the sane ones to see it. They call us crazy and let their hero take care of us, but we know that everyone's just as crazy. It's crazy to deny it and crazy to accept it. Your hero is the worst one of all, for he'll never deny it. He's heard it before, and it w

Batman FanFiction

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Caspian

I have ventured through fierce and dangerous waters, the wind beating my face and my sail broken. I have fled through the woods in hopes I would reach the Old Narnians. I have fought side-by-side with High King Peter. I kissed Susan Pevensie as she gave me her most treasured possession...her horn. I have considered Edmund Pevensie the younger brother I never had. I have discussed Narnian history and literature with the bright Lucy Pevensie. I have been crowned king of one of the strongest countries in the whole world. With a mouse at my side, I saved my companions from slavery. I have met face-to-face with a fierce dragon. I have

Narnia

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I Don't Like Ice

"What kind of respectable Russian man doesn't know how to ice skate?" Anya pinched Rasputin's cheeks and stretched them out as far as she could. She tried to force him to smile, but his face was permanently twisted into a bitter scowl. "I know how to ice skate!" Rasputin protested, slapping her small, young hands away from his aging face. "Then why won't you come with me?" Anya held onto his robes like an old beggar, giving an unhappy pout with watery eyes. He knew she wasn't actually sad, she was just a spoiled little princess who was used to getting whatever she wanted with her large brown puppy eyes. "I don't like ice." Rasputin swerved aw

My Life

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I Don't Like Ice

Random Crap I Was Forced to Do

23 deviations

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Pretty Red Bird

I'm painting a picture of a pretty robin. She looks more like a phoenix, though, with her red feathers scattered all over the place, like fire. She's opening her wings far and wide, with intense pride, ready to glide. I step back from the picture, admiring my work. I really like it. However, I notice that the left wing has even less feathers than the right wing. This bothers me, a little. I want both halves to be equal; it won't give me any rest until I fix it. So, I reach down, dab my brush into the hole in my doctor's neck, and try to get a little peace of mind.

Horror

18 deviations

Feminism

6 deviations

Non Literature

7 deviations

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Eve

Completely alone in the comfort of my nook The sun nearby surrounded me with a glow As the birds were singing a merry tune I was perched, on an emerald throne, gazing Call me delirious, but I could feel it Crawling down the tree with the scarlet fruit It hissed, chuckling to itself, eyes never blinking 'Eve' Quivering and quavering my sanctuary and utopia forever Whispered, begged, let my barren cranium flow with knowledge It slithered across the floor, begging for me 'To no longer be ignorant, but independently roaming Vast amounts of knowledge and immense views ahead My little children shall be born beautiful wunderkinds If I

Ruined Fairy Tales

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Heart

I would take a knife And dig it deep into my chest Wailing in agony Blood pouring out by the masses I would take out my heart And with my last breath I would place it at your feet As a humble offering To my love for you And you would throw it away.

100 Word Challenge

1 deviation

Violetta and Agnes

6 deviations

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Snivellus

The boy dressed in Slytherin robes that were much too big for him sat down underneath a tree, reading his Potion's book. His face was so deeply buried, his long nose almost touched the pages describing the many effects of bezoars and which poisons it won't save you from. Examinations had just recently ended for the fifth year students at Hogwarts School, but Severus just studied all the same. He took no notice of any of the other students, nearby and even jerked away from a few students when they came too close next to him. The world to him was no longer the torment of walking around in a uniform far too big for him in order to save money,

Harry Potter

3 deviations

Scraps

2 deviations

The Bee Game by Ainrana, literature

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The Bee Game

Do You Hear the Cheetahs Sing? by Ainrana, literature

Lisa by Ainrana, literature

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Lisa

Lisa's memorial was heartbreaking, to say the least. I knew her well, as she was probably the best intern I ever had. This particular service was especially heartbreaking, since not a soul knew if Lisa was actually still alive. No body, no note, no trace. Not even a good reason to run away. Her parents were wearing their Sunday best, faded and 20 years out of style. Her older brothers were wearing the same faces they had when they heard she was gone. Nieces and nephews were solemn, though I'm sure they were too young to remember her. Some of her old friends even managed to show up, smiling when greeting her family, but all of them were shakin

Business by Ainrana, literature

The Mirror by Ainrana, literature

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The Mirror

I stumbled down the street in my dusty black coat. I looked down at the ground. I saw a shop. I wanted to avoid the rain. I walked in. The shop was full of mirrors. I thought how I couldn't afford anything in this store. I turned around. I tripped. I broke one. And they made me buy it. I had the exact change in my wallet. I'm now greeted by a broken mirror as soon as I get home. It's the greatest purchase I've ever made. Because when I look into it, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I Don't Like Ice by Ainrana, literature

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I Don't Like Ice

The American Foreigner in America by Ainrana, literature

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The American Foreigner in America

Being successful is being able to adapt. In order to succeed living overseas, I had to adapt to the culture of the country I was currently living in, learn the language and be ready for any sudden change of weather. For most of my adolescence, I grew up with Chinese characters, spicy food, tourists, mosquitos, typhoons and strange men on the street trying to sell me bootleg American movies. However, I never thought I would have to adapt to my own country. My father worked as a Foreign Service worker since I was nine years old, and his vocation requires my family to live internationally. I spent two years in Egypt, three years in Taiwan, thre

Everyone's Cheering and Clashing Their Pints by Ainrana, literature

No Reason, Just Because by Ainrana, literature

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No Reason, Just Because

Just because I don't want to hang out, it doesn't mean I'm moody. Or depressed. Or on my period. I just don't feel like hanging out, today. Just because I eat meals alone, it doesn't mean I'm too shy. Or sad. Or lonely. I like eating alone, sometimes. Just because I don't want to date you, it doesn't mean I don't like you. Or you're not attractive enough. Or I'm into someone else. I don't think I'm ready for a relationship, yet. Just because I don't want to hug you, it doesn't mean I'm angry with you. Or I'm upset about something. Or you smell. I just felt claustrophobic, and I need some space. And just because I'd rather spend time with

Litterer's Introduction by Ainrana, literature

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Litterer's Introduction

Hello all, My name is Alanna, AKA Ainrana, and I've had a bit of a bizarre life. I was born and raised in the United States until I was nine years old. When I turned nine, my family moved to Egypt after my dad finally found a stable, well-paying job as a worker for the American embassy. (To put in the simplest terms, he's an IT guy.) We stayed in Egypt for two years, and that's when I became really interested in writing. I wrote a couple short stories about, well, pretty much anything that popped into my head. I was greatly inspired by the works of Lemony Snicket, and attempted to follow his writing style. I would use writing as a way to esca

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