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Pessimist's Love Song (Misery Loves Company) by amandakittie, literature

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Pessimist's Love Song (Misery Loves Company)

Look, I know how this goes. You ask me out to coffee and the next thing you know There's divorce and single parenthood and that stuff really blows, So no- just no. Here's the thing, I've never been one To believe in all that 'love' crap, That happily ever after we're all counting on, Well if it was ever there for me, now it's gone. So no, I don't want to go out for a drink Even though you are very, very, VERY attractive... I just don't think it would end well, So, thank you, but no, and go to hell.

Bad Intentions, Part Three: An Enemy by amandakittie, literature

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Bad Intentions, Part Three: An Enemy

He squares his shoulders, straightening his back, reaching his full and impressive height. He takes a menacing step forward, moving with a powerful stride, his body tensed for immediate action. His gaunt face is smeared with crimson, setting off the hellish red in his neglected hair, and the metallic reek of hate clings to him like a shadow. Dark, dramatic eyebrows lower over his sunken eyes , and he flashes a malevolent smile, a brief glimpse of his intentions. He speaks in a low, compelling tone, smooth as silk, knowing exactly what words to say, and the reaction he will receive. He drops his voice to an insistent whisper, a

Bad Intentions, Part Two: Violent Acts by amandakittie, literature

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Bad Intentions, Part Two: Violent Acts

Cold fingers reach out with determined self-assurance, and fasten firmly on the slender column of the throat. Feeling the rasp of hard-won inhalation trembling down his arm, those fingers twitch involuntarily, serving as a deadly threat to the victim in his grasp. Sharp, painted fingernails claw frantically at the constricting hand, striping the flesh with the pale, stinging red of raw skin. In reply, the pressure increases slowly, and the racing pulse flutters against his sensitive fingertips, making his palm tingle. An insistent voice in the back of his mind whispers, "Stop it... Stop it, you're killing her," and he sque

Bad Intentions, Part One: The Scene by amandakittie, literature

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Bad Intentions, Part One: The Scene

Draped in thick shadows, a single beam of light shines, illuminating the huge cavernous room. The ornate stenciling on the stucco walls seems to glow, bathed in the dull light, which spreads up the magnificent length of the antique walls, nearly reaching the impossibly high ceiling. The floor slopes downward, a gentle tilt, and at the end of that slope, a wide wooden platform rises, nearly four feet above the carpeted floor, skirted with matte black curtains, which hide the silenced organ beneath. The platform stretches across the massive width of the room, the old wood worn smooth by generations of tramping feet. A musty s

Bad Intentions, Part Four: Closing Night by amandakittie, literature

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Bad Intentions, Part Four: Closing Night

The thick darkness is shattered as a sharp beam of light fovuses on the shimmering wood of the platform, revealing the kneeling form of a young woman, praying in a frightened voice as tears roll down her pale cheeks. A sudden crash from behind the heavy curtains makes her jump to her feet, heart pounding, and she backs away slowly as a tall, muscular man steps into the light, red hair flaming in the strong light. The musty reek of the old building is punctured by wisps of cologne as he marches toward her, the outlined muscles of his wide chest straining against the crimson splashed shirt clinging to him wetly. He laughs deeply, t

Buttercup: Prologue by amandakittie, literature

Romeo and Juliet: A Homecoming Skit by amandakittie, literature

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Romeo and Juliet: A Homecoming Skit

(Curtain opens to reveal an empty high school football field. NARRATOR steps forward and addresses audience) NARRATOR: Two football teams, both alike in dignity, In fair La Conner, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge breaks an opportunity To crush these guys-- (shrugs) You know what I mean. From forth the locker rooms of these two foes (OPPOSING TEAMS enter SL and SR silently) A pair of star-cross'd lovers will duel (ROMEO: a Braves football player and JULIET: an ATM cheerleader, blow kisses) Upon our blessed football field opposed By each other! (ALL with hands to fo

To You, From Me by amandakittie, literature

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To You, From Me

Christmas is gonna be poor this year But we're not short on holiday cheer I'll feel rich enough as long as I have you And you have me too So we hang an ornament on our four inch tree And try to fill our Christmas stockings But this is more than enough for me to feel Like it's Christmas for real Merry Christmas to you Merry Christmas to you from me The greatest gift I could ever receive Is just the way that you love me Such a feeling I could never believe was true 'Til I found you I couldn't buy you anything this year But I can still give you something dear I say I love you in this song that you hear Because I do Merry Christ

Beast by amandakittie, literature

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Beast

You can run and you can hide It doesn't matter when the monster is inside Inside of you, making a hole Making a home as it's eating your soul But you won't believe that you could be flawed By this beast that you call God The friend that I once knew has now disappeared Saying you've changed because 'God' interefered The friend that I once loved has for years been numb To the grief and sorrow brought by the beast you've become You can run and you can hide It doesn't matter when the monster is inside Inside of you, making a hole Making a home as it's eating your soul But you won't believe

Holier Than Thou by amandakittie, literature

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Holier Than Thou

You look me over, sizing me up With that discriminating eye. Holier than thou? Thou art not. Every other word out your mouth's a lie. You were sent to save me? Ha! Doesn't look like I'm the one drowning In my own bullshit, does it? Nope. And if you can't see it, why are you frowning? I see through your deciet. I know the truth, you see. I advise you pray for forgiveness. You'll need it more from Him than me. So how dare you preach to me Of a life you cannot live. I've seen you for what you are. You've got no God to give.

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Pessimist's Love Song (Misery Loves Company) by amandakittie, literature

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Pessimist's Love Song (Misery Loves Company)

Bad Intentions, Part Three: An Enemy by amandakittie, literature

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Bad Intentions, Part Three: An Enemy

Bad Intentions, Part Two: Violent Acts by amandakittie, literature

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Bad Intentions, Part Two: Violent Acts

Bad Intentions, Part One: The Scene by amandakittie, literature

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Bad Intentions, Part One: The Scene

Bad Intentions, Part Four: Closing Night by amandakittie, literature

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Bad Intentions, Part Four: Closing Night

Buttercup: Prologue by amandakittie, literature

Romeo and Juliet: A Homecoming Skit by amandakittie, literature

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Romeo and Juliet: A Homecoming Skit

To You, From Me by amandakittie, literature

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To You, From Me

Beast by amandakittie, literature

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Beast

Holier Than Thou by amandakittie, literature

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Holier Than Thou

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I want to be a firefly, brief and bright by miserabel, literature

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I want to be a firefly, brief and bright

I do not wish to leave a mark anymore; I used to, in my younger years, when I was afraid of disappearing into death without trace. but I've seen the marks humans leave and they are destructive more often than not; and I have come to terms with becoming a ghost that will not be talked about; I want to touch some with love and smiles, brief bursts of happiness. I want to be a shoulder for some to open up, share their burden. a positive force. a light, destined to flicker and fade. the world will forget me, and that's alright. I will have done the small important things and rest easily.

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Heart Music by amandakittie, visual art

Heart Music

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Deviant for 17 years
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I do pretty much everything artistic: draw, write, compose, act, sing, dance, paint, just really everything. I play piano, tin whistle, and cello. I'm a professional belly dancer and published poet, author, and illustrator. I write musical theatre. I am the proud mother to a phenomenal child. Life is good.

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Mechanical pencils, finger smudging... occasionally Prismacolor pencils and Micron pens and so on.

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amandakittie

Mar 10, 2012

A Song for My Father

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Two days ago, my father passed away.  He had fought a courageous battle against Stage 4 cancer for three and a half years.  He had been more or less winning that battle until this winter, when he started to lose his appetite and his weight just kept dropping until there wasn't much left.  However, he also got to meet his grandson.  He never lost his sense of humor, even when his days were mostly exhaustion and pain.  He never lost sight of the kind of man he was. He used to tell me funny stories in the morning to get me up for school.  I would fake sleep, but if he got me to crack a smile or laugh I couldn't pretend anymore.  He told me tale

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amandakittie

Feb 22, 2012

That's Life

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Well, whaddaya know?  It's been months, a whole lot has happened, and yet here I am!  I'll probably go into more story-telling detail about it later, but here's the nutshell version of how I went from being a pregnant artist to a mother. So my water broke rather abruptly at 7:23 am on November 26th, 2011.  After about 36 hours of labor, I still wasn't getting past 8 cm, so despite my hopes for a natural childbirth we wound up having to go the epidural/pitocin route to see if we could get things moving.  After still getting nowhere, we finally opted for a cesarean section, and at 11:23 pm on November 27th, 2011 (exactly 40 hours later), littl

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amandakittie

Nov 1, 2011

So Much To Talk About

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So, first and foremost, I must shamelessly plug my band.  The Bards of KeyPoynt.  We're a medieval-Celtic-gypsy-pirate-traditional-and-original band consisting of myself (lyricist/composer, lead female vocals, tin whistle, and cello), my husband Nathan (lyricist/composer, lead male vocals, guitar, mandolin, djembe, and tons of other stuff because he's hella talented), my brother-in-law-in-law Scott (lyricist/composer, lead/harmony vocals, tin whistle, ocarina), and my sister Breanna (harmony vocals, bohdran, shaker, tamborine).  We mostly play at various medieval events through the summers and weddings and such the rest of the year.  We've re

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NicoleDaney

Jun 17, 2017

Hello!
Wow, I... Can't believe we haven't talked ever since 2011.
Life goes on really fast, huh?
I wonder if you ever still log in here at all.

Anyway, I was cleaning up who am I watching here, and I found you, and I found that cute convo we had on July 2011 about your first pregnancy. I obviously really cared about you! But... It's been 6 years, life got in the way and I have completely forgot everything about you, and....You have probably forgot about me as well. But if you ever come back, I would love to meet you all over again, dear!
We probably met because we had a fandom in common. I think I remember you having a different account before moving into this one? Correct me if I'm wrong.

Either way, your child must be 6 or 5 now?
I hope they are doing amazingly.

Hope you ever read this and... Best wishes!

NicoleDaney

Jul 24, 2011

Hello! You haven't submitted new deviations or journals since 2009, so I wonder, what's up?

amandakittie

Sep 26, 2011

Awww, I love that you care! I'm not dead or anything, I've just not been doing much artness lately (and my scanner IS dead, so I have to go to a lot of extra trouble to get anything up). Partly because of a lack of inspiration, and partly because I'm preoccupied with being pregnant with my first child.

But I actually do have a few pieces I should get loaded up here, so I'll try to do that ASAP... in fact, I have one I can put up here right now! I'mma go do that!

NicoleDaney

Sep 26, 2011

Ahhh, how cute! You're pregnant! Congratulations! Do you know if they is a girl or a boy already?

And I see, no scanner is quite a problem. God, I'm glad you didn't actually leave!

amandakittie

Sep 26, 2011

We're letting the baby's gender be a surprise. But my husband is convinced we're having a boy anyway.

I've had people predicting both sides of that particular card, though, so there's some balance anyway.

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Amaaaandaaaaa! C:

Jillillillillillillillillillian!

You must be psychic - I've been admiring your beautiful artness all day!