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Hanging Around
Orange: Hey Lemon?
Lemon: ...
Orange: Lemon?
Lemon: What, Orange?
Orange: Do you think I'm getting...fat?
Lemon: ...
Orange: I know you can hear me, Lemon.
Lemon: I'm not getting into this with you today.
Orange: Its a simple question Lemon. Do you think...I'm getting...fat!
Lemon: ...no
Orange: What was that?
Lemon: I said no!
Orange: I knew it! I'm not getting any juicier!
Lemon: Sigh, Here we go.
Orange: Ever since I was a blossom, budding on my mother's branches I've dreamed of ripening.
Lemon: Why me?
Orange: And here I am, 3 months later and still I haven't been picked.
Lemon: So...neither have I.
Orange: Well of course you haven't, Lemon! I mean look at you. You're...yellow!
Lemon: Thanks, Orange.
Orange: Unlike me, I'm as sweet as sweet&low manure and yet...
Lemon: Here we go again.
Orange: And yet!
Lemon: Sigh.
Orange: Why aren't I good enough for him, Lemon?
Lemon: For who?
Orange: The farmer yellow boy! The farmer! (Sobbing)
Lemon: Sh!
Orange: Its too late for me, Lemon!
Lemon: Quiet Orange!
Orange: A week or two from now my poor little stem'll snap off and I'll be fed to the ants and millipedes!
Lemon: ORANGE!
Farmer: -Pick-
Orange: ...
Lemon: ...
Orange: ...AHHHH! MY STEM!!!
Lemon: Orange, Orange, listen to me!
Orange: I can see the light!
Lemon: You've been picked!
Orange: HEEELLLP- Wait what?
Farmer: My, you're a fat one.
Orange: Did he just say...what I think I heard?
Lemon: He called you fat.
Orange: He called me fat!
Lemon: I heard him.
Orange: This is the ripest day of my life...
Lemon: Good for you Orange.
Orange: See you later pucker! I'm goin in the bag now!
Farmer: -Pick-
Lemon: OI!
Farmer: Ah yes, I think that'll do for today.
Lemon: What the- I've been picked!
Orange: Alright, alright. No one likes a drama seed, lemon.
Lemon: WHOOPY!
Orange: Hey Lemon?
Lemon: ...
Orange: Lemon?
Lemon: What, Orange?
Orange: Do you think I'm getting...fat?
Lemon: ...
Orange: I know you can hear me, Lemon.
Lemon: I'm not getting into this with you today.
Orange: Its a simple question Lemon. Do you think...I'm getting...fat!
Lemon: ...no
Orange: What was that?
Lemon: I said no!
Orange: I knew it! I'm not getting any juicier!
Lemon: Sigh, Here we go.
Orange: Ever since I was a blossom, budding on my mother's branches I've dreamed of ripening.
Lemon: Why me?
Orange: And here I am, 3 months later and still I haven't been picked.
Lemon: So...neither have I.
Orange: Well of course you haven't, Lemon! I mean look at you. You're...yellow!
Lemon: Thanks, Orange.
Orange: Unlike me, I'm as sweet as sweet&low manure and yet...
Lemon: Here we go again.
Orange: And yet!
Lemon: Sigh.
Orange: Why aren't I good enough for him, Lemon?
Lemon: For who?
Orange: The farmer yellow boy! The farmer! (Sobbing)
Lemon: Sh!
Orange: Its too late for me, Lemon!
Lemon: Quiet Orange!
Orange: A week or two from now my poor little stem'll snap off and I'll be fed to the ants and millipedes!
Lemon: ORANGE!
Farmer: -Pick-
Orange: ...
Lemon: ...
Orange: ...AHHHH! MY STEM!!!
Lemon: Orange, Orange, listen to me!
Orange: I can see the light!
Lemon: You've been picked!
Orange: HEEELLLP- Wait what?
Farmer: My, you're a fat one.
Orange: Did he just say...what I think I heard?
Lemon: He called you fat.
Orange: He called me fat!
Lemon: I heard him.
Orange: This is the ripest day of my life...
Lemon: Good for you Orange.
Orange: See you later pucker! I'm goin in the bag now!
Farmer: -Pick-
Lemon: OI!
Farmer: Ah yes, I think that'll do for today.
Lemon: What the- I've been picked!
Orange: Alright, alright. No one likes a drama seed, lemon.
Lemon: WHOOPY!
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Kiss Me Bloody
Kiss me bloody.
Kiss me raw.
Slap me around.
Kick my jaw.
Kiss me stupid.
Kiss me sweet.
Cut my chest open.
Red lines so neat.
Kiss me stoned.
Kiss me bruised.
With a baseball bat.
Or steel toed boots.
Kiss me deadly.
Kiss me silent.
Kiss me secret.
Kiss me violent.
Kiss me lovely.
Treat me right.
Slit my throat.
Kiss me goodnight.
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death smells like fresh fruit.
I put on the shirt and it was far too big, I struggled to find my arms lost in swatches of fabric, thin and deceiving. My tiny arms so slack from the smallest intake of food, the sleeves drooping like old skin on small bodies that everyone refuses the option to quit. Eating has seemed so cannibalistic since you left, the simple act of forcing food down my throat only makes me more of myself and less of you, who will never eat again.
I stop in the hallway mirror, and look at my smudged eyes and lank hair. In the summer, on the swings, it hung around my face in loose waves. As all things seem to do, it grew as we grew apart in physical state,
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This Poem
This poem is lame; This poem is strange.
It's boring; It's stupid; It wont get me fame.
This poem is red; This poem is green.
This poem is all of the colours not in-between.
Thispoemisshort; T h i s p o e m i s l o n g.
It's entertaining; It's weak; It's strong.
Why are you reading? Why don't you write?
Why not put pen to paper. Make it dark; Make it bright!
Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I write?
It's activity to pass the unbearable night.
Fight through th
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I haven't submitted in a while because I've decided to learn a bit more about characters and dialogue so have fun reading the "fruits" of my labor x]
If you guys like Orange and Lemon I'll try and make it into a little mini series lol
EDIT: Well the results are in and it looks like people are demanding more "Orange and Lemon"
So here you go. Episode 2 can be found here [link]
If you guys like Orange and Lemon I'll try and make it into a little mini series lol
EDIT: Well the results are in and it looks like people are demanding more "Orange and Lemon"
So here you go. Episode 2 can be found here [link]
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