Exchange Between Mother and Son by PhantomLemons, literature
Literature
Exchange Between Mother and Son
Mother, what is my name?
Why, you don’t have one, silly.
Why not, mother?
Because names are for important people.
Am I not important?
Not yet, dear. Not yet.
Why not, mother? Am I not important to you?
Not yet, dear. But I shall give you the chance.
When, mother? When can I become important?
A long time from now, dear.
How long?
Until you grow old enough to leave my arms.
What happens when I leave your arms, mother?
You shall have your chance. The chance to prove yourself.
What must I do, when the chance comes?
You must muster your greatest courage, and perform for me.
Will you be there, mother? When I perform?
Not exac
There was a young boy, born October 17th, year unknown. The boy was doomed from birth. His name was Theodor Dohv, born in New York to a Christian family. His mother, Esther, had been raised Jewish, but she had converted as a young woman, for reasons that still made her parents sigh in disappointment. She married Andrew Dohv for his strength and kindness. His strength was just as emotional as it was physical. The two of them vowed that they would raise a family in the teachings of God, with the ideals of fairness and love.
But that was not young Theodore Dohv’s fate. His fate would be much different than what his dear loving mother had
Praying For The End Times by PhantomLemons, literature
Literature
Praying For The End Times
A man walks in the road. He holds a sign.
A sign that bears the words, "End Times."
There are those who scoff at end times men, and say that they are coots.
There are those who stock their cupboards with nonperishable goods.
There are those who are still on the fence, could be real, could be fake.
There are those who sit in churches, fearful, of what it will take.
Whether you believe the end times come or they do not,
I believe they do, but not the way that others thought.
A Christian, I believe that Jesus comes down from the heavens,
Yells to righteous, "All aboard!" and leaves the sinners dwelling.
The Earth will then be left for
The Fear He Strikes In Me by PhantomLemons, literature
Literature
The Fear He Strikes In Me
Each and every night I sleep upon my fruitless hopes,
Lulled to sleep by stress, and pulled in by dreaming ropes,
Forgetting all my anger, insecurity, and fear,
Greeted by the comfort of a slumber looming near.
But I am still awake, and I'm aware who is as well.
My fear is rushing back to me, for I can surely tell,
The one, since lifetimes long gone by, I've feared his awful ways,
The one that lurks inside my mind, the end of all my days.
The one who pulls the lever of the chaos of mankind,
The one who turns the wheels, spinning wheels, of my mind,
I fear him, yet I know that he shall never go away,
The one who's always with me at
As I ride through the nighttime breeze,
Trying to escape from everything that chases me and tugs upon my soul,
I ponder. I ponder the evils. The secret evils I commit when no one watches or knows.
Are they punished? Does anyone discover the truth about evils that are never witnessed? Or, perhaps the greatest punishment of all is the one I fear most.
I lock the secrets inside of me.
They brew and swell like the coals of the hottest fires of Hell.
A Hell that exists in my soul burns hotter.
The fire burns at me. It tears at my very being.
My punishment: I fear its very name.
For the greatest punishment God gives to us…
…is our own kn
Emissary of sorrow,
I am weak in your presence,
You always are near,
I long for your absence.
Why have you summoned this anger?
Why have you brought about such pressure?
Does my frustration entertain you?
Does it make you happy to see me sad
Does it amuse you to see me broken down
Why have you brought this torture
Oh, Envoy of Tension!
Oh, Envoy of Tension
You have no idea,
How you make me feel.
The anger and aggravation piling up
I wish I could strangle,
I wish I had that strength.
The annoyance and aggravation. I've had enough
I weep for the days of my calm,
For now I know that they're
Love is everlasting, for not even the confines of demise can separate the two that have pledged their hearts to each other for all eternity.
Julie and Remus were in love. The two of them were inseparable. They went everywhere together and did everything together. Their love was truly special, for not only were they lovers, but also best friends. Nothing could keep Julie and Remus away from each other.
This weekend, Remus would drive out of state to visit the college he had thought he would attend. Julie had meant to go with him, for she knew that any college Remus would attend would also be the college she would attend. However, Julie's mot
Exchange Between Mother and Son by PhantomLemons, literature
Literature
Exchange Between Mother and Son
Mother, what is my name?
Why, you don’t have one, silly.
Why not, mother?
Because names are for important people.
Am I not important?
Not yet, dear. Not yet.
Why not, mother? Am I not important to you?
Not yet, dear. But I shall give you the chance.
When, mother? When can I become important?
A long time from now, dear.
How long?
Until you grow old enough to leave my arms.
What happens when I leave your arms, mother?
You shall have your chance. The chance to prove yourself.
What must I do, when the chance comes?
You must muster your greatest courage, and perform for me.
Will you be there, mother? When I perform?
Not exac
There was a young boy, born October 17th, year unknown. The boy was doomed from birth. His name was Theodor Dohv, born in New York to a Christian family. His mother, Esther, had been raised Jewish, but she had converted as a young woman, for reasons that still made her parents sigh in disappointment. She married Andrew Dohv for his strength and kindness. His strength was just as emotional as it was physical. The two of them vowed that they would raise a family in the teachings of God, with the ideals of fairness and love.
But that was not young Theodore Dohv’s fate. His fate would be much different than what his dear loving mother had
The Litter Box, our Earth by PhantomLemons, literature
Literature
The Litter Box, our Earth
It had been months now. Seven long months. The government had been conquered. the prison system had been abandoned. Nuclear reactors were no longer regulated. The Earth was enslaved.
No, the government had not taken over, they had been taken over. It was not an alien invasion, because this invasion definitely came from Earth. It was not even a nuclear disaster, even though possible hundreds of those were imminent. No, the reality is much worse. Our world had been taken over by cats.
No one saw it coming. No one even thought it would come. Cats, our overlords? Preposterous! But then, in the summer of 2013, it happened. Our president at the t
I am the Phantom Lemon. I am a ghostly fruit living in the computer. I adore writing books (I am working on a novel series right now) and I write short horror stories and poems in my free-time. I have no job as an artist, and I cannot draw. Writing is my one and only artistic talent, and I would like to believe I use it well.
I do not like happy literature. The book I am writing, a fantasy adventure novel inspired by the Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien, is not exactly unhappy. My short stories and poems, however, almost always feature a dismal, morbid, or religious overtone (not to associate religion with unhappiness).
My personal life is my personal business. I am a human, that is all that is important. For those few that care, I have taken a hiatus of indeterminate length on Two Atheists and the Gods, to make better time for my novel.
Favourite Visual Artist
A multitude, my friends...too numerous to name
Favourite Movies
District 9, Star Wars: Return of the Jedi, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Favourite TV Shows
The Big Bang Theory, Futurama
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
They Might Be Giants
Favourite Books
The Search for WondLa, The Game of Sunken Places, The Name of This Book is Secret
Favourite Writers
Tony DiTerlizzi, H.G. Wells, Theodore Geisel, H.P. Lovecraft
Favourite Games
Spore
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
A computer and mouse with which to write
Other Interests
PowerPoint, mythology, military science fiction, wargames
Alright, so, this journal entry is pretty much pointless, but I wanted to test out some stuff in a journal...so, here we go. First off, I recently became a premium member (woo hoo!!!!) and so I am experimenting with this journal skin. Thanks to !Zonnagon (https://www.deviantart.com/zonnagon) for this particular skin. Also, I wanted to test out some thumbnail link stuff that I've just never done before, so, consider this is a little bit of an advertisement for my terrible art...again, just testing stuff out.
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I hope all of that works and what not, otherwise it's just a ton of code. Well, there's
Hey, everybody (or at least the few people that actually read my entries). For the last few weeks, I have been working on some plot/characters plans for many stories I have upcoming. This winter, I intend to blow up the "submit" button with many different short stories and chapters that I have been planning for MONTHS. Those of you that actually enjoy my writing, just hold on, 'cause I am planning out some series and books that I WILL be publishing here on dA. Also, the next chapter of Two Atheists and the Gods, "Hinduism," is finally finished, so I'll have that up within the next few days. I am really excited about some of these ideas, but I