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This Is Why You Are Loved Dear Someone,

You are the one who has sat alone--the one who felt misunderstood. You are the one who smiled but found nothing in return. You are the one who wanted to speak, but could never find the courage. You are the one who had few you called friends, but treasured them more than all the riches in the world. You are the one who has been hurt, time and time again; yet somehow, manage to push forward. You are the one who has cried a thousand tears and felt a thousand pains—all to hide it behind a façade that you have perfected. You are the one who felt ugly, unwanted, and cold.

But, you are loved.

“No,&rdqThis Is Why You Are Loved by ~ViperStripes

She's Mine NowI'm taking her
I'm claiming her
nothing you do will stop me
from loving her
you mistreated her you never loved her
Always late, always forgetting important days, and full of excuses
but no more
She's mine now
stop trying to find her
just back down
I will fight you for her
because you are nothing
and she's everything
she's truly happy now
so leaver her aloneShe's Mine Now by ~LustfulDevil

Tutorial: Legally Get Your Stolen Art Removed

Here's a quick tutorial for anyone who might find their artworks on a website without their authorized permission. This is the method that you legally go about having copyright infringement dealt with, so your request (if submitted to a host located in the US or other countries that respect copyright laws) will not go ignored. You do not need a lawyer to file a DMCA takedown notice, you only need to be the copyright holder of the work. If you created the work, it's copyrighted to you.

You will usually not get much of a response if you try to submit an informal copyright notice through Support requests on a website. This method is what's outlined in Section 512(c) of the Digital Millenium Copyright Act, and what service providers will respond to.

STEP 1: See if the website has a copyright section in the Terms Tutorial: Legally Get Your Stolen Art Removed by =viralremix

Fisheye Placebo: Intro by `yuumei

Levi's StoryJuvenile Delinquent

He coughed up blood as again his face was smashed against the mirror of the bathroom. Their laughter echoed in his head with muffled mockery. He groaned audibly as they yanked him by his hair pulling him into one of the stalls.
With all the vigor he could muster he grabbed the edge of the door of the stall as he heard one of his attackers cackle, "C'mon its only pleasantries we wash that hair before cutting it all off!" Blood spattered against the floor as he hissed through his teeth as they kicked and punched to weaken him.
His palms sweaty his fingers loosening on the door he fell, his head hitting the edge of theLevi's Story by *ArtsyFartsyGirl2936

dA Guide: Text Formatting

This is just a simple html guide to formatting text on dA (and other sites as well), since nicely formatted text makes everything more visually appealing! :) My goal was just to compile some html info into a simple, easy to understand guide for quick reference. I'm not very experienced with html so please let me know if you have any corrections or codes I should add!

This guide goes a little above and beyond dA's FAQ entry (although I purposely left out anything to do with links, because they don't work on literature submissions). I also provided working examples, which might make the codes a little easier tdA Guide: Text Formatting by ~SweetDuke

What If You'd Just AskedWhat if you’d just asked.
If you hadn’t assumed I was like every other hormone-crazed teenager.
If you’d known how my purity ring burned on my hand.
If you’d known how the tears fell when I ran away from you.
How your grasp on my forearm burned when you stared into my bloodshot eyes.
Muttering that you wouldn’t tell anyone.
Muttering that it was best to let it go.
Muttering, always muttering.
What if you’d just spoken up.
If you hadn’t let me run into hiding.
If you’d known that you’d just witnessed a sexual assault in progress.
If you’d known that I didn’t ask for his hands onWhat If You'd Just Asked by ~perseveringrose

Five Dads Five Dads

In this life I've had 5 dads

A story behind each one

In this life I've had 5 dads

All of them claimed to call me son

The first couldn't control his urges or desires

So he grabbed a women, and by force I was sired

To this day I look in the mirror,

and I see the scars of his past

I was a child never wanted, it was never meant to last

The second took me in, when I was cast out

He raised me and loved me, till a new wife came about

I guess it goes to show

That with affection you never know

What is real and what is fake

Even if a young boys heart is at stake

The third was a savage, that claimed protection and comfort

So Five Dads by *SanityFallen

MetamorphosisShe used to be reading all of the time. Whenever I saw her, she had her nose burried in the old cracked pages of books she had already read, books that she fell in love with because they took her to a different place, a secret chamber in her mind and they reminded her that there were people she could relate to within the pages. Her glasses were slim and hiding and her eyes were bright and lightened. Her hair was like a gate to the windows of her soul and in some instances it would fall down like a curtain and there wasn't any sure way to reach her. I was infatuated with her, with this escapist and I still am but something has changed. Some trMetamorphosis by ~TheStoyTeller

How to Write a Hot RomanceRomance has always been a hot subject in the literary world. It's even gone so far as to permeate other genres such as horror, sci-fi, comedy, etc. But what is it that just makes it so popular? What are some special ingredients one can use to make one's special romance story work juuust right?

1. Chicks First and foremost, all chicks like romance. No exceptions. Every girl secretly wants someone else (ex. a hot male) to cuddle them and hold them and to tell them what to do whisper sweet wordings in her ear while he runs his fingers through her hair. They also want to feel safe and that nothing will hurt them when their big strong man is arouHow to Write a Hot Romance by ~In-The-Machine

half-priced whoremaybe in fifty years,
she thinks,
she will stop feeling his finger-shaped bruises
on her hips and arms.
stop hearing his words—you think you can stop me, little girl?—
in every passing "are you okay?".
stop feeling the wind like a ghost of his acid breath
on the back of her neck
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful little girl.

maybe fifty thousand dove soap bars later
and too many scalding showers
and dusty baby blankets and days spent lying in bed,
looking up at the water stained ceiling,
will be enough to leave the man
on the corner of anderson street and rosa parks avenue
right where she never wanted to find him.

just ask her, half-priced whore by ~MisfitableGrae

Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,

I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing your mother's cigarettes and your father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)

I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My mother threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that girls are not supposed to have such dreams.).

He Crayon Soulmates by *UntamedUnwanted

It Is Not My Fault, Society Taught Me ItWe live in a hypercritical society. People are constantly judged by their intelligence, ability to conform, and their looks. Of course, partaking in sports gives one bonus points. If someone is pretty-or handsome- and intelligent, but step out of the conformity, they are ostracized. Not to mention that if someone has a mental disorder, they are considered to be pariahs. Everyone has to live up to society's standards in order to be "normal" and accepted. Thanks to the hyper criticalness of our society, I have learned that I am not "normal" and I need help and medication.

Society is always making up new standards of what being pretty is, howIt Is Not My Fault, Society Taught Me It by ~PoisonedPlum

The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present"

During the winter season on a night very cold
Where the frosty breeze sends shivers down your spine
I met a little boy on the road decades ago
Who looked at the time to be about eight or nine.

I saw him aimlessly wandering from afar
Dodging cars who simply passed him by.
Judging by his ripped clothes he had many scars
And a pair of the most pained blue eyes

Now normally I would have just continued driving.
Who the hell cares about this little ploy?
Its tough enough in this world surviving
Without striving to care about some little boy.

For I asked myself if I was in his shoes
Would he bother to stop his The Perfect Present by =BleedTheDream180

Beauty DFC 2012 4Do you understand how blamelessly beautiful you are?
Staring solemnly at distorting mirrors searching silently
for things that are thin, and therefore pretty and dainty
everything a gullible growing girl should strive for isn't it?
But I will say that you are a perfect person,
as everyone exists as perfection incarnated.
We are beauteous beings by breathing.Beauty DFC 2012 4 by ~PrideofPanem

I Really HATE That GuyI don't like that person. Actually...

I found out recently that I may truly despise that boy.
I'm rather jealous of him.

My stomach churns and twists whenever people applaud him.

I'm jealous of his eloquence and outgoing personality.

I feel denounced every time he wins an award, wins a smile. He's almost better than me in each and every way. Sports, grades...life.

And yet, despite my trapped and bitter feelings,

I'm intrigued by him as a moth by the glowing lamplight.

Like a magnet, he pulls my attention closer and closer.

I can't help but admire him, respect him, laugh with him….My heart is pulled in two directions each time I Really HATE That Guy by ~moonmystery

Where'd the Monsters go.?We stopped checking under our beds
The monsters don’t live there anymore.
Figments of diseased imagination,
Or imagination, a doorway,
To stark, terrible reality.
Don’t close the door.
They warned us.

This switch is rigged.
On is off and off is on.
We turn on the lights,
By falling into blackness,
Stepping into darkness,
Falsely eliminated.

The monsters aren’t under our beds.
We turned our backs,
They’re in our heads,
They warned us.Where'd the Monsters go.? by ~DevilsMatrix

The Man without a FaceHe stares in a mirror through eyes clogging tears
a smirk persisting alongside; a dead, worthless sneer.
He stares hard yet recognizing not the man he sees
recognizing that man is a desperately elevated dream of his

He wonders if his deeds - reflected - are right
he betrayed his friends, he abandoned his wife
reasons always lurk in the pits of the mind
yet so dark? At times his cynical heart reclined.

He smiled on insults and laughed in disgrace
he knew not what he was so he altered his face
with each turn and bend, with each traffic light
his face twist and turned, losing remnants of sight.

A con you could say, no one pronounced The Man without a Face by ~NotenSMSK

MOST COMMON CLICHES IN STORIES

CHARACTERS:

Crazy, psychopathic, murderer ladies

Sexy, butt-kicking girls

Crazy/random/hyper self-inserts

Depressed emo/goth/always-dresses-in-black types

Angsty/moody/hot teenagers

The brown-haired girl with no personality

The mean, popular, snobby girl

Unreasonably cruel bullies out to make life harder for the main character

The best friend (if they were a good character who *happened* to be a best friend they wouldn't have to be described as this)

Fun fact: Making victim OCs is cliche
Another fun fact: how someone dresses is NOT their personality
Yet another fun fact: People who claim to be random really are not and they know it.MOST COMMON CLICHES IN STORIES by ~MakingFunOfStuff

Not AllowedI must be strong, I cannot cry
Tears only embarrass the people around me
I cannot fail, I cannot
Failure only tarnishes the family name
I am not allowed to grieve
That would only cause people to ask questions
Questions that I can't answer
Questions that would ruin a reputation
Questions are not acceptable.
I must pretend, and not cry.Not Allowed by ~SenpaiSakura

NihilismA bitter boy perched high
Up on the rafters, watching
Laughter burst forth and
Wither, snatched up by the wind.

A clumsy bid for things like
Love, things given
Freely, in slow agony, we
Hope the winds are strong today.Nihilism by ~rrbb1313

Young Fiction has been a little hard to come by the past week so I'm dipping my pen into nonfiction ink. This may be better suited to a journal entry, but it is meant to be as much personal as it is a conversation with you.

I just got back from the funeral (technically the wake, but I tend to call the entire "event" the funeral) of a girl I went to high school with and worked with a few years ago. We weren't really friends or close or anything like that, but even so, there's that unspoken bond between coworkers that doesn't breach friendship necessarily but definitely moves beyond just a mere acquaintance. In reality, few people would have queYoung by ~lalaith913

Double PrejudiceThis is a story that will most likely ruffle a few feathers, but it's one I feel must be told, for my heart's sake if nothing else. Before we delve into this, I advise you in advance to read this thoroughly, from the beginning to the end, before you pass any form of judgment.

When I was little, I used to think the word "gay" only stood for "joy" or "lightheartedness." Then, of course, as I got older, when the window of innocence was shattered, it took on an entirely new meaning. You're probably thinking this is one of those "coming out of the closet" stories, but quite the opposite is true.

I am not gay.

Loving someone of the same gender nDouble Prejudice by *unicorn-skydancer08

My realityMy reality slaps me daily in the face.
I am getting ready to marry someone I
do not love.
Hell, sometimes,
I don't even like the guy.

But my parents have decried,
that no matter what, this wedding
WILL happen, even if I have to do so
against my will.

My hope, my prayer is that something
amazing will happen on that day to set
me free.

My reality rears its ugly head as
daily fights occur but we still
move forward as if we are two
happy birds.

My reality is not what fairy tales are made of.
My reality is not what every girl dreams of.
My reality is a living nightmare. My reality by =irishdragonfly7

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