takenoko

11 Watchers12 Deviations

6.4K

Pageviews

Collections

All

560 deviations

Featured

495 deviations

Literature

a ribcage drenched in dust

i have your ribcage, you said. what should i put in it? i told you i'd always wanted a fire, the kind that would fill my eyes with starlight and pump my blood full of passion, but you're made of wildflowers, you said. a fire would burn you to ash. you wanted to fill my chest with the sound of a train, whistling far away in the night; with the sound of rain smacking leaves; with the sound the wind makes when it seems like it's trying to speak and you wanted to throw in the smell of midnight in august and the feeling of sand being sucked out from under your feet when the ocean inhales, and the strange little moment of bitter

Poems

49 deviations

Fanart

115 deviations

Literature

The Great Wall

When papers ask me where I'm from, I write "Seattle," because they don't want to know the real answer. When people ask me where I'm from, I say "downtown," and they take a good look at me and take that to mean "Chinatown." My parents run one of the zillion dim sum restaurants here. They're what the white kids at school call "fresh off the boat." Most of the people here are. They don't speak English at home, and they try not to at work. They don't watch anything on American TV; they read the local Chinese paper and watch the one Asian channel, pausing to turn off the TV in disgust whenever one of the five daily Korean soap operas comes on. On

Literature

38 deviations

Animations

24 deviations

Photos

85 deviations

Love

32 deviations

The Great Wall by shebledgreenink, literature

Literature

The Great Wall

Star-Sent by Shamziel, literature

Literature

Star-Sent

Once there was a girl who was in love with the night sky. She had visited planetariums and read children's books on astronomy. She had learned to identify nineteen different constellations and would always look for them on dark, clear nights. She had gotten her father to stick glow-in-the-dark stars and planets to her bedroom ceiling. She had eaten freeze-dried astronaut ice cream and thought it tasted better than anything else in the world. As time passed the girl began to learn about the universe, about things like asteroids and black holes. Little by little she came to know the invisible forces that governed outer space, and the night sk

The Pizza, The Prophet, and Me by cunningcoyote, literature

Literature

The Pizza, The Prophet, and Me

So. It all began when the prophet Mohammad, peace and blessings be upon him, came for a visit to my house for some pizza and video games. I’d had the cheese and garlic pizza, with the pan-style crust with mozzarella crammed inside, and he had the regular old original crust topped with lots of vegetables, a lot of them olives, onions, mushrooms, and green peppers. He really likes those peppers a lot, so I always make sure I have some in the house in case he decides to come over. So anyway, there we were: me, lounging on the couch with my feet propped up on the little wooden folding table and he, sitting in his green robe thingy, cross

It's Love by avfc4me, literature

A Christmas Carol by denlm, literature

Literature

A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol “Holidays are... well, just days to me. I've long been taking my special days where I can find them,” Kat said into the depths of his beer. Lolly and James exchanged looks over the bowl of bar nuts. A string of electric chili peppers dangled over their booth; Backdoor Santa was playing on the jukebox; and Kat Thomas Petty was wallowing in woe-is-me’s. Yes, it was beginning to look a lot like Christmas in LeChuck’s Bar & Grill. The woman pointed her chin at her husband, and then jerked her head at the man hunched to her right. It was couples’ sign language, and James knew it well. His eight-month p

Raskol by poshlost, literature

Literature

Raskol

Our son and his wife sleep in separate rooms. They are painted the same colour and bear identical scars but are separated by a hall so long that by the time I walk from one end to the other, I am too tired to compare and know what is different. That is the convenience of an oversized house, I think, that we did not have in our small one-room apartment—they never have to see each other’s faces. You remember the nights when we were given no choice but to lie next to each other, against the hard corner, when we were seething in each other’s anger. How wonderful it might have been to stare at a blank wall, letting the heat of our

Save The Last Dance by SRSmith, literature

Literature

Save The Last Dance

Emily sat, quiet and alone in a corner, waiting for the evening's last song to begin. She watched the immaculate boys prowling the dimly lit room, chatting up pretty girls in hope of securing companionship. No one wanted to be alone. Emily wasn't like those girls. She'd been beautiful once, in her own way. A rising star perhaps, soon to be debutante, but never quite comfortable in that skin. Her socialite parents, always considering their daughter more ornament than offspring, hired the finest of artisans to re-craft her after the accident. She was a masterpiece, a fine blend of flesh with fantasy; her own body augmented and elaborated upon

2 3 4 Next