Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Deviant CharlieFemale/Antarctica Recent Activity
Deviant for 2 Years
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 43 Deviations 185 Comments 7,639 Pageviews

Newest Deviations

Jack Chapter Twelve
Oliver wasn’t much taller than Ben, yet the way he presented himself could make a giant take a step back. He was intimidating, and he knew it, which came in handy when dealing with rebellious delinquents such as Riot. He stared down at his three suspects, his gaze lingering longest on Ben. As a teenager, a simple glare from Oliver made the seventeen year old almost wet himself, but he wasn’t seventeen anymore. Time had gone on, and with time, Ben had changed. He wasn't the kid Oliver had found eight years ago.
Ben was the kind of person who would forget a dream right when they woke up, pee in the shower, and for some reason never remember a date to save his life. His freshman history report of  the Battle of Gettysburg in 1935 would tell you that. The only exception to this was if the memory somehow involved food. He could recount details of the food better than the actual event, but at least he could tell you something. For instance, he could remember having fried chi
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 2 2
Our little family by TheGhostWritersCurse Our little family :icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 11 2
Mismatched chapter 3
The next morning Madelyn arrived at the police station bright and twenty-eight minutes late. But who was counting? She adjusted her blazer catching her reflection in the glass doors.
“Business like yet stylish.” she winked at her reflection before opening the door.
Like the day before the station was packed and rushing. Though this time was different. As Madelyn walked down the Hall she could see at the corner of her eye a few of the giants stopping and staring at the human before carrying on to their business.
“You’re the new girl,right?” A voice called behind her.
Madelyn turned looking for the voice.
“Over here by the water dispenser.”  
Two Giants stood at the water fountain looking down at the girl. Almost identical, save for a slightly crooked nose on the left and a more rounded face on the right.
“Are you going to make me guess which one of you asked the question?”
“That would be me.” Said the Giant on the le
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 2 0
Green vests and prom dresses by TheGhostWritersCurse Green vests and prom dresses :icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 0 0
Shattered Chapter Four
It’s important to think about and observe your surroundings before you act. There was only one way out of this jar, and that was up.  Maybe on a good day I could jump ten feet in the air. Right now I was tired, hungry, and cold. Really cold in fact. I hadn’t noticed how much i’d been shivering until Aiden  had left.
The blanket he’d given me was made of an unusual material. The parts that had gotten wet from my Parka now dissolved and disappeared.
I tossed the blanket to the side. “Useless.” I  removed my coat. It did help a little bit, Not enough to keep me from shivering.  
I tucked my knees to my chest as I sat down. Why did he leave me in this stupid jar? Was he afraid I’d run away….Well truthfully I probably would of.
I didn’t bother to look up as I heard the door open. I could tell by the quick steps it was the boy.
He was silent. I raised my glance carefully incase my prediction had been wrong.
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 4 3
Saturday Morning by TheGhostWritersCurse Saturday Morning :icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 4 5 I loved you first by TheGhostWritersCurse I loved you first :icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 4 0
Jack Chapter 11
The pencil made quick, short strokes as it glided across the paper. When Elliot slowed down his handwriting, it was actually legible, though that was a rare occurrence for the scrawny Giant.
“That pencils going to need to come up for air sooner or later.”
Elliot didn't need to look up to know who was talking; he could see those famous golden nails out of the corner of his eye.
"Harper," he acknowledged her with a slight nod of his head, still not bothering to look up.
“Put down the pencil and look up at me a spell.”
“I don’t have time.”  He didn’t mean to be rude, but Elliot was under a lot of stress. Everyone expected him to know everything - every possible outcome, to every situation. Elliot was a genius; he’d gladly admit that to anyone, but even his brain had its limits (something he wouldn’t willingly admit to anyone). With the humans, Elliot needed to know everything, it seemed: diseases, allergies, mental stability
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 2 6
Feral child
There comes a time in your life where you realize you’re going to die one day. It might  happen when you’re alone in your room looking up at the stars, or perhaps when you’re with your friends at a bar laughing and having a good time. You distance yourself a second wondering if Heaven (or whatever you believe in) will be like this.  With the question of when we die we also have the question of How.
Well most of us.
David Wickett always knew he’d die under the Oak tree.
He cocked back the gun examining the long  double barrelled beauty.  It was the same gun his father had used under this same exact tree. David wasn’t one for following rituals he’d just always loved this oak tree.
The Oak tree his father and him had planted when he was a boy. The Oak  tree where he’d met Abby, where he’d proposed to her, where he found out he was going to be a father.
It was the same tree where he  would sit at with his son, We
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 10 6
Jack Chapter 10
The reality of if a God existed - or if a God didn’t exist - had never crossed Morgan’s mind. He’d never been one to go to church or pray, then again, he wasn’t one to reject possibility of a superior being; the matter of religion was always neutral in his mind.
Morgan had just woken up to a bright light shining in his face, could this be it, was he Dead?
“G-god?” He could just make out the figure standing above him as the light loomed closer and closer he squinted more.
Suddenly, the bright light in his vision was gone, and he was left with two giant brown eyes looming down at him. Beautiful, yet intimidating nonetheless.
Morgan Jumped back cursing some rather unappealing words. The sudden memory of the day before began trickling back in his mind.
“Oh good you’re awake” It was the female giants voice, the one who had poked him in the back earlier.  
I’m only Twenty-Five i’m too young for a mental break down. Morgan
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 4 8
Shock by TheGhostWritersCurse Shock :icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 5 0
Shattered Chapter Three
“Snow globe? W-what’s a snow globe.”  I wiped my eyes with my sleeve trying to calm myself
“It’s a glass ball filled with water and….” The boy stopped He must of noticed my confused glance. “Um…. hold on.” He reached in his pocket pulling out a strange rectangular box.
“What’s that?”
“It’s called a cell phone.” Aiden said.
He began to tap at the screen with the other finger.
I watched fascinated as the small box began to glow with every tap the boy made.
“Are you using Magic?”
“Technology”  Aiden corrected.
“What’s technology.”
“It’s...uh… let’s just call it scientific magic.” He flipped the rectangle around  to face me.
“How did you draw those so quickly?”
“I didn’t draw them. I looked them up on google.”
“I’ll explain later.” The boy &
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 11 6
Shattered Chapter Two
“What was that noise?”
“Nothing,Mom” The giant’s fingers tapped at the jar. “Just catching a little bug is all.”
I covered my ears. The Giant looked down seeming amused at this response. He let his fingers give one last tap before ceasing.
“Now let's have a look at you.” His next few movements were quick.  
Tip. Flip.Raise.
He didn’t say anything as he brought the Jar towards his face turning it around steady and slowly. Analyzing every possible detail there was to see about me. There wasn’t much to see. 6 inch tall girl in a bottle. 80 foot tall giant outside.  
“So lifelike.” He leaned in closer  “But you can’t be real I mean it’s imposs--” The giant paused. Something seemed to of caught his eye. As He studied once again. This time his focus was on my face. More importantly the eyes.
“Are those T-tears?” He whispered.  
Was I crying? I touched my cheek
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 14 12
Mismatched Chapter Two
“Interview… what interview?” The pleasant smile now spread into a confused stare.
“The 3:15 interview.”
Nick raised an eyebrow.
“Calvin grab my binder.”
“You’re closer--”
“Grab my binder.”
Calvin murmured to himself as he  walked behind the desk.
“Which drawer?”
“Top drawer on the left.”
“I’m not seeing it.” Calvin sighed thumbing through the different files.
“It’s the blue one.”
Calvin pulled out the binder handing it to his coworker.
“This one?”
Nick took the binder and began to turn the pages in it.
“28th you said?”
“Yes that’s right.”  
Nick frowned “Sorry Little Bean, I don’t have an interview scheduled. Perhaps you could talk to my secretary--”
“I did sir, and she told me Thursday the 28th at 3:15 room 721.” Madelyn held her p
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 4 3
Mismatched Chapter One
Jaxden police department was located in the lower downtown area of the city Jaxden. In recent years  the department had decided to finally pass the approval of interspecies cooperation. All were supportive of this new movement. All that is except for Nicholas King.
At only Twenty-one years old Nicholas King had made his mark on the city of Jaxden. When he’d solved the Cold case of  The Huckman Murder of 1981 by finding a single fragment of hair in the bindings of a book.
From that case Nick had only gone up. Improving in the ranks and solving more and more diverse crimes until he’d been promoted to Head of the detective department. Just three days before his Twenty- eighth birthday.
No secret could be kept from Nicholas King, No person could hide from Nicholas King, No person could Break Nicholas King. Or so he thought.
Madelyn Jay Adjusted her jacket as she stepped towards the Jaxden police station.  It was always colder in Jaxden. This was mostly due to the
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 7 3
Shattered Chapter One
"You'd be wise not to go any further."His warning still echoes in my head.
I didn't give much thought to the warning when I first heard it. He was an old man in our village crippled and bent. Half blind and half mad. Often times he would be seen mumbling to himself.
"Beware the waters of Nova. For when the Midnight comes, the beasts that dwell below will come. Down you'll go, up you'll go, what you thought you knew now you don't, things are different now. The beast is upon you. Run"
The waters of Nova referred to the Lake Nova. The lake that split the borders between our self and the village Mystic.
It was a common form of travel and transportation taking into account that to walk around to the other side was a three day journey. Most of the Villagers, myself included learned over time to ignore the old man’s warning.
I gave a slight smile at the old man. I wasn’t rude enough not to acknowledge his presence but I wasn’t dumb enough to take a three  day  jour
:icontheghostwriterscurse:TheGhostWritersCurse 24 8


Mini Faerie Mermaids by sakimichan Mini Faerie Mermaids :iconsakimichan:sakimichan 16,299 532 Birth by MarcBrunet Birth :iconmarcbrunet:MarcBrunet 5,185 185 Coffee Break by MarcBrunet Coffee Break :iconmarcbrunet:MarcBrunet 8,142 313 Prompto by sakimichan Prompto :iconsakimichan:sakimichan 9,821 237 Bastian Noir by SosinSoup Bastian Noir :iconsosinsoup:SosinSoup 57 5 Research by GTPanda Research :icongtpanda:GTPanda 50 5 Infinite Melody by yuumei Infinite Melody :iconyuumei:yuumei 11,614 243 Moana by TyrineCarver Moana :icontyrinecarver:TyrineCarver 501 29 Rebecca Hall by Kuzka345 Rebecca Hall :iconkuzka345:Kuzka345 16 5 Take It All Back by GTPanda Take It All Back :icongtpanda:GTPanda 101 6 The Dark Hook by colormymemory The Dark Hook :iconcolormymemory:colormymemory 15 0 We are timeless by adenah We are timeless :iconadenah:adenah 61 4 Art Trade - TerritorialRain by SosinSoup Art Trade - TerritorialRain :iconsosinsoup:SosinSoup 103 7 First snow by ElenaDudina First snow :iconelenadudina:ElenaDudina 970 227 Flower of the Underworld by LicieOIC Flower of the Underworld :iconlicieoic:LicieOIC 40 0 Center of His Universe by LicieOIC Center of His Universe :iconlicieoic:LicieOIC 73 0



Mom: * has foot amputated*

Me: "Hey full metal!"

I do not cope with trauma well! #worstdaughter #animietrash
So today I was doing an RP with someone and I thought it was going amazing.  Characters clicked, plot worked, Development was underway. Now here is the catch. We were Role playing on this weird app on our phones and it just so turns out I was getting notifications from another chat of his. Where he was telling his friend how much pathetic my character was and how this whole RP was a huge joke to him.

Character development is important to me and I make it known to people I RP with to tell me if they think the character is being too much of a Perfect Sally. If you have a problem with a character tell me why and I'll 99.9% of the time  negotiate and try to make the character work with the situation.


In other news I'm on my period and highly sensitive and after that message I feel like I'm actually a really shitty writer and I'd like to say in advance I'm so sorry for wasting your guys time with my writing. I was scared to post on here because I was afraid I was a bad writer. Guess my fears were right :(
Ugh pet peeve: Have you ever read a story where the characters parents die and it's like all the writer focuses on?
So they'll be like "I'm seventeen and my mom died when I was six." but any time their character does anything they sort of use that as the dramatic approach to the point it's just stupid? " I WANTED THAT LAST COOKIE! THEY WERE MY MOMS FAVORITE." or "YOU KNOW MAYBE I CAN'T DO THE LAUNDRY BECAUSE MY MOM IS DEAD." Look there is nothing wrong with having a death in your story. (I mean my story shattered has a decapitated head for crying out loud!) Deaths are hard in real life. I just lost my grandma last month. I'm talking about a woman who lived three houses down from me and I'd see everyday. I know death is hard! However I'm just saying don't make that the only focus in your writing. There are so many more things a character can justify there anger to than just a person dying.
Apparently I joined Deviant Art on New Years Day. January 1st. One year. Does this mean it's my magic anniversary ? Any who thank you everyone for the support and kindness. I'm so excited for this year. I have a ton of story ideas lined up and i'm hopeful you'll like them. thanks everyone for the inspiration. HAPPY NEW YEAR!


TheGhostWritersCurse's Profile Picture
I made this at 3:26 am so will see if I actually use this account or not....


Add a Comment:
Childoftheflower Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2016  Student Digital Artist
Thank you so much for :+favlove: on my work. Have a great day. :heart:
Ka-ren Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the fav )
Arizonadreamer11 Featured By Owner Mar 20, 2016  Hobbyist
thank you for fave!
NoahAsai Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!♥
TheGhostWritersCurse Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2016
Of course! Thank you for the talent
Childoftheflower Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2016  Student Digital Artist
Hello thank you so much for :+fav: my artwork, have a great day :heart:
XiaKwon Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2015  Student Interface Designer
Thank you!
SoManyPencils Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you for adding my drawing to your collection!
Ka-ren Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for the fav )
sizeman Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2015
Thanks for fav :)
Add a Comment: