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The Man With the Golden Eyes

I like art, but I don’t like art galleries. I’d just gotten off of a long, hard case, and I didn’t want to be here tonight. But Uncle David’s been dead-set on me being his plus one, and we owe the Hylands everything. After all, who else appointed him as Chief of Police? At least I had an excuse to buy a new dress— a nice one with a low v-cut and a leg split. I don’t look half-bad in navy blue. While nursing a glass of boozy punch (and wishing it was a beer), my uncle suddenly yanks me away from the bar and pulls me to a corner by the dance floor. “You see that young man over there?” He points to the other side of the room. “The one with the mayor?” I follow his pointed thumb and see Mayor Hyland with a man dressed in black. He’s sporting a familiar shock of carroty-red hair. I can’t get a clear look of his face, but I know him straightaway. “Wait, is that…” “Yeah,” my uncle confirms. “Little Rocco’s back.” Rocco Cassidy Hyland. The second son of Mayor Hyland. An awkward music

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180 deviations
Literature

The Man With the Golden Eyes

I like art, but I don’t like art galleries. I’d just gotten off of a long, hard case, and I didn’t want to be here tonight. But Uncle David’s been dead-set on me being his plus one, and we owe the Hylands everything. After all, who else appointed him as Chief of Police? At least I had an excuse to buy a new dress— a nice one with a low v-cut and a leg split. I don’t look half-bad in navy blue. While nursing a glass of boozy punch (and wishing it was a beer), my uncle suddenly yanks me away from the bar and pulls me to a corner by the dance floor. “You see that young man over there?” He points to the other side of the room. “The one with the mayor?” I follow his pointed thumb and see Mayor Hyland with a man dressed in black. He’s sporting a familiar shock of carroty-red hair. I can’t get a clear look of his face, but I know him straightaway. “Wait, is that…” “Yeah,” my uncle confirms. “Little Rocco’s back.” Rocco Cassidy Hyland. The second son of Mayor Hyland. An awkward music

Featured

31 deviations
Literature

Cyber Black: Prologue

All Timothy Lang could do was watch as the machine lowered the coffin into the ground. He wanted to close his eyes. The priest's memorized speech fell on deaf ears. As the coffin touched the bottom of the grave, Timothy began to feel raw all over again. Every time the tossed dirt struck it, he called upon more and more of his strength to keep him stable.   There was no one to help him. Most of the attendees were aunts, uncles, cousins, and distant relatives; his parents had died a short while ago. He looked at the tombstone, a glossy thing with fancy letters, and gritted his teeth in disgust. The letters read: Here lies Conan Kosti A jo

Cyber Black- Anti-Virus - Second Draft

17 deviations

Eglantine - Shackles of the White Swan

27 deviations
Literature

Serenity

She's harmony. That's what the Count thinks as the pill passes through his lips. The small box is slipped out of view. He doesn't take his eyes off of her. The medicine begins to take its affect. The dulcet tune soothes his soul. His mind can rest at last, if only for a moment. Haydée strums on her elegant harp. Her long, skilled fingers play upon the strings; they sing out by her flicks alone. Her hands—so calculating, so clever. Like him. She is a vision of harlequin rainbow—her robes, almost too bright to bear. It makes her smooth skin all the more pale. Her hair—arranged in elaborate currents—cascades down h

Fanfiction One-Shots

9 deviations
Lucy

Fanfiction Series

43 deviations
Literature

Celestial Tryst

Hold me at midnight. Feed me with your star-kissed lips, 'til the break of dawn.

Poetry

28 deviations
Literature

A Simple, Civil Marriage

It will be a private affair. A simple one. I lean back in my seat and take a deep breath. Three E months of stress roll off my shoulders. A wedding at city hall. If only we'd thought of this sooner.   Almost a week ago, Siva and I moved the last of our things into a new residence, somewhere on the edge to the research facility. That night, we shut off all of our comm-links, ordered a delivery service from the facility kitchen, and refrained from uttering a single word about our recent problems. Neither of us wanted to ruin the meal.   But afterwards, over a glass of wine, Siva and I finally had to admit it. We were sick to death of our fam

Short Stories

11 deviations
For The Badge!

Random Art

8 deviations

Two Sides of the Universe - Equinox

42 deviations