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Molly Steinberg can bend light. I would know. I'm dating her.
I know what you're thinking. You think I'm calling her dense. Thick-headed. Stupid. She's not. Oh no, she is not.
She's smart; very smart, but in the worst way possible. She's pretty, athletic, popular, top of the line family, manipulative bitch extraordinaire. Molly Steinberg gets what she wants. And Molly Steinberg wants an A in science class.
It's easy to look at fools in love and think you'll never be like that. I know I thought that way once. But when the (ahem) perky cheerleader sidles up to you for a little help with Physics homework, well, you just don't say no. Not unless you're bent that way.
The redshifting of light probably should have clued me in that something was off a little bit here. But the gravitational time dilation was working in reverse – an hour felt like minutes instead of vice versa. How am I supposed to run calculations with contradictory evidence like that?
Once you're in, you're in. Complete singularity – the absolute horizon. Her gravitational pull, her shrewdly conniving mind sharpened by years of clawing along the social ladder won't let you turn around because there is nowhere to turn to. The only way out is time travel – you're screwed if you don't have a DeLorean. Or a driver's license.
And she can bend light – she's a black hole with a black heart to match. She glares spite and malicious intent like Hawking radiation. Max Planck couldn't measure the amount of compassion in her soul, not even in quanta.
Soon, very soon, it's lights out for me. Annihilation. Spaghettified. No way out.
No way out.
No way out.
I know what you're thinking. You think I'm calling her dense. Thick-headed. Stupid. She's not. Oh no, she is not.
She's smart; very smart, but in the worst way possible. She's pretty, athletic, popular, top of the line family, manipulative bitch extraordinaire. Molly Steinberg gets what she wants. And Molly Steinberg wants an A in science class.
It's easy to look at fools in love and think you'll never be like that. I know I thought that way once. But when the (ahem) perky cheerleader sidles up to you for a little help with Physics homework, well, you just don't say no. Not unless you're bent that way.
The redshifting of light probably should have clued me in that something was off a little bit here. But the gravitational time dilation was working in reverse – an hour felt like minutes instead of vice versa. How am I supposed to run calculations with contradictory evidence like that?
Once you're in, you're in. Complete singularity – the absolute horizon. Her gravitational pull, her shrewdly conniving mind sharpened by years of clawing along the social ladder won't let you turn around because there is nowhere to turn to. The only way out is time travel – you're screwed if you don't have a DeLorean. Or a driver's license.
And she can bend light – she's a black hole with a black heart to match. She glares spite and malicious intent like Hawking radiation. Max Planck couldn't measure the amount of compassion in her soul, not even in quanta.
Soon, very soon, it's lights out for me. Annihilation. Spaghettified. No way out.
No way out.
No way out.
Literature
Ciertos
In the wake of multiple futures we break apart.
You find the point where the sun rises
solamente al cielo and I go to the river
where wind falls into my watery eyes
and cascades over the back of my neck
and here I know how life throbs
caught in flesh, I know the hearts
of lonely people sin alas tenues
serpentine and thrashing.
You had given me a full look, a look with all
the cycles in it, a look that made
Hudsons of my jawlines, por supuesto
we were serendipitous, and
I couldn't keep my hands off you
and sure, it was temporary para siempre
but we will return to classic rock
and Atlantic conversations,
I will return to kis
Literature
Across the Ocean
I stood outside in the rain today. I know it sounds cliché, but the steady drumming of raindrops drowned out the beat of my heart and I swear I could hear you crying.
I've never felt as complete as I did then.
Let's just pretend that you didn't break my heart. I'll bandage my bleeding knuckles and go find that fake smile you left behind.
I won't be lonely. We'll pretend I'm happy standing outside in the wet; these are raindrops, not tears. I'll give you every excuse I have to offer, and someday when the rain clouds disappear I'll realize that I'm just talking to the sky.
I've run out of words, you know. I can feel it.
When it started
Literature
Chemical Attractions, Pt II
We can learn a lot from hydrochloric acid.
Not the whole dangerously-corrosive part, of course, though I admit that a lot of people probably find us two a bit hard to stomach. A dynamic duo we are not.
What I mean is that dance they do - shy glances across a crowded room (beaker?) as Hydrogen and Chlorine each quietly regret their incompleteness, feeling that hole where another electron ought to be, but never willing to resort to online dating... They were probably lab partners in high school, and then a couple of years later found themselves across the table from one another in that sophomore Shakespeare class, then side-by-side in Differe
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The absolute horizon is also known as “the point of no return;” it’s the boundary separating points in space where there are trajectories away from a black hole from where there are none at all. Once you pass the threshold, the only way out is to go back in time.
This was going to be a piece similar to Tangential Asymptotes (and I may still write one), but I loved this snarky voice I was getting in my head. And when an opening line like that one up there pops into your mind, how can you refuse?
Touch of horror at the end, though I'm not sure if it really comes off as all that horrific. Any thought on how I can improve that? But I do like the idea of a black hole in human form. I'd like to play with this again one day.
This is another terminology-heavy piece, so I'm interested in knowing how well the science terms integrate into things. Too much? An I losing anyone?
By writing this, the curvature of my personality has approached a breaking point in social stereotypes and catapulted my levels of nerdiness to a threshold from which there is no return. By reading it, you have likewise approached dangerous levels of societal scorn that shall condemn you to a life of virginity (unless some bitch/douchebag needs help on their science homework). You should really turn around while you can.
Critique for TWR: [link]
[EDIT] Thank you so much for the DLD I'm blown away and flattered by the honor
This was going to be a piece similar to Tangential Asymptotes (and I may still write one), but I loved this snarky voice I was getting in my head. And when an opening line like that one up there pops into your mind, how can you refuse?
Touch of horror at the end, though I'm not sure if it really comes off as all that horrific. Any thought on how I can improve that? But I do like the idea of a black hole in human form. I'd like to play with this again one day.
This is another terminology-heavy piece, so I'm interested in knowing how well the science terms integrate into things. Too much? An I losing anyone?
By writing this, the curvature of my personality has approached a breaking point in social stereotypes and catapulted my levels of nerdiness to a threshold from which there is no return. By reading it, you have likewise approached dangerous levels of societal scorn that shall condemn you to a life of virginity (unless some bitch/douchebag needs help on their science homework). You should really turn around while you can.
Critique for TWR: [link]
[EDIT] Thank you so much for the DLD I'm blown away and flattered by the honor
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Hello, brilliant
i personally don't know how to create form like this. i love it so much. i once had the honor of being called a black hole, funny enough, you put a really great spin on it. coherent and beautiful and everything, very well done!
i personally don't know how to create form like this. i love it so much. i once had the honor of being called a black hole, funny enough, you put a really great spin on it. coherent and beautiful and everything, very well done!