After months of administrating the Writers-Club, I have finally decided to start promoting and celebrating the literature on deviantART to the best of my ability.

Happy Valentine's Day! To celebrate, this issue of Literature Collections will simply feature literature that catch my eye when I search through popular deviations; search word, 'Valentine'.

Also, Literature Collections will from now on present features as collectable thumbs!! Now, feel free to collect all the deviations that you want to! (I know I have!)

Prose

General Fiction
St. Valentine's Day Massacre
I rode the subway in endless circles, scared to get off and face the real world. The only proof I had of the previous night was the faintest hint of your perfume on my coat.
Why had things turned out this way? Everything had been better before you'd placed your hands on my chest. You kissed me so hungrily - and my ears filled with the hissing crackle of vinyl. After so long waiting for it, it disappointed me that it was so ordinary. Sometimes reality can be far too real.
You said it would make you happy. That was what I wanted more than anything, but even so feeble excuses fell from my lips in desperation. You simply smiled and turned the lights down low.
With precious little ceremony we joined, first at the lips and then at the hips. And just as quickly, it was over. The ache in my head wouldn't subside, however much I clutched it.
I'd only wanted to find some understanding. by Mnesimache
My Bloody ValentineIt was almost midnight and I had to walk home from work because my car had a flat tire.
Most of the houses I walked by were completely dark. Not even a porch light. But I did find a house with a light on inside, and I knew some one who lived there was loved. Someone was missed enough that someone else waited up for them and then I wished that the house with the light on didn't exist. I knew that there would never be anyone waiting up for me. But the houses that were pitch black were the worst. The houses where someone slept peacefully in the arms of their special someone.
That would never be my house. I knew it. Lucky them. Unlike me, they would never have to worry about waking up in the middle of the night in a cold bed, knowing there was nothing in the darkness but more darkness and some clothes scattered all over the floor.
They would never know what it would feel like to wake up and tightly hug your pillow because you are praying that somehow it will turn into your true love, and h by FatMikeAteMyBaby
:thumb74314984: by Shuichi-bleach-blond
valentine
Sitting in the restaurant now, I wonder why I made the decision that I did at that crucial moment.  Even in the warmth and the quiet and the glow of the candlelight, I cannot seem to remove myself from the harsh glaring white lights and apathetic voice of the woman on the loudspeaker in Fred Myers.  I'm still standing there in that aisle on February thirteenth with 20 other clueless guys, staring at sickening pink teddy bears and candy hearts.  Now, sitting across the table from the woman of my dreams, the decision that I made then doesn't seem to hold much water.  I remember that I'm supposed to casually mention that to spite manipulative corporate America, I no longer believe in observance of gift-giving holidays.  Instead I have adopted a philosophy of spontaneous gift giving.  But now with her emerald eyes probing my thoughts, it almost seems more manly to take her hand and look her in those eyes and tell her, straight out by empressochaos
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:thumb70724685: by MadManArt
Let You Down“He’s waking up…”
There was something on his face, something was smothering him. He reached up to pull it away, feeling the weight and movement of the tubes that dangled from his hand. Before he could remove it, a hand caught his wrist, pinning it back down. Another hand holding a light was suddenly above him, shining the beam directly into his eyes. He heard words, he presumed they were English, but he couldn’t understand them. It was like listening to a radio station that wasn’t coming in right, only it was a rushing noise, and not static, that was drowning them out.
He wanted to talk to the figures around him, he wanted to tell them he couldn’t breathe, or see more than shadows and light. His hand went up to his face again, trying to pull away the thing that was covering his nose and mouth. The other hands were still quicker, though, and they pinned him down again, though this time he felt tight straps crossing his forearms, securing them by holls
:thumb48514344: by EnnaNyltiak
:thumb48624066: by teqox

Fantasy
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:thumb48832642: by hontokawaiinekochan

Science Fiction
A Love Shared By Starlight"Tonight's the night," I told myself in vain, sitting myself on the sand.
The glimmering grey waves washed over my bare feet, foaming white and then seeping back in to the watery mass which conceived them. I yawned and stretched, squishing my toes into the muddy shore. The beach was calm, serene; not another soul in sight for miles.
But I was waiting. I had been waiting ever since that fateful day, and I wouldn't stop waiting. For the time being, this beach was my home, my dwelling, and my waiting place. Every day, I ate and slept on the beach, patiently awaiting the sunset, and then, when sunset came and twilight dawned, I would sit close to the shore, looking up at the darkening sky, and count each star that appeared as I continued to wait.
I was certain he would return any day now, and that he would return just as he had arrived on that fateful, fateful day two months ago. Aurius was his name, and a beautiful name it was; just as beautiful as he. I had never met anyone like him, and by saturninenights
Aboard A Pirate Ship_2
Uma woke up the next morning alone and bitter about it, and like all mornings after a lustful night she awoke feeling ashamed of her lascivious behavior and the guilt that she not only enjoyed it, but had a strong desire to engage in it again. She shifted upwards, and sat cross-legged in the center of her bed. Her emerald eyes harshly scanned the soiled bed sheet, which was all that remained of the bedding since everything else had been ripped off and shunned onto the floor while doing the nasty with Casius. Uma's eyes drew away from her bed sheet, and towards the digital clock hovering above the bedroom door. It was eight o'clock, she was running late.
Suddenly the door creaked open, and in popped Nova's head with her eyes clasped close. "Are you decent, Uma?" She asked loathly, feeling her way into the room.
Uma chuckled lightly, then replied, "It depends on what you call 'decent.'" Uma was dressed in a white satin negligee, a revealing garment.
Nova popped one eye open, then gave a by UpmostHilarity

Life Stories
ValentineCold as stone she gazed at her reflection, taking in the mere ghosts of eyes that had once danced with fiery passion, the blank and lost look of someone she barely recognised to be herself. How had it come to this? She felt so hollow and empty as if her very heart had been ripped from her chest by a pair of eager, greedy hands and then, used and broken, it was discarded amongst the stagnant rubbish that littered the grey streets.
Grey, it was all grey these days. Lost and alone without that single bright spark of hope which helped to light even the darkest of hours. Nothing but words scratched in a messy black scrawl on a shred of paper offered comfort, words of a prayer, a plea. No plea for love but to be able to love again, to restore the feeling inside of her so that she may know how real love could feel. To mend the wounds and show her that the selfish ways of dishonest lovers are not enough to shatter something so strong as the human heart, that there is always a reason to love.
T by Sapient-Butterfly
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Ever since I was accepted into this school, the smell of the gym lobby never caught on to me. It was always filled with the stench of exhausted bodies, and the classrooms of exhausted minds. Just as I was thinking about petitioning for air fresheners and mental health days, those familiar sneakers found their way over across the room. I anticipated their rhythm, like the lyrics to my favorite song. But I wish I could hear the voice that sang them. I brushed the hair away from my face and returned to the game. I was playing one that my friend taught me; something like the Korean version of Jacks. I can't say I was too good, though. I threw one piece up, and caught it; two pieces up, and this is where I always failed. One rolled to the left, and the other…it rolled right next to those familiar sneakers, and right below that familiar smile. He stooped to pick it up. I was sitting on the floor playing the game, so I sort of just crawled over. He stretched out his hand as I looked into the by penguinpalooza77
Avoiding BeginningsElanor ran her hand over the smooth hardwood of the desk. The light from the window puddled on the surface, revealing patterns wrought by years of tree growth. Whorls, strippling, dark stains where the varnish had seeped through. Then she bent over and pressed her lips to the desk. Kissed it.  Felt a bit foolish doing it too.
For a minute she couldn't breathe. She braced her hands on the the desk and her palms left twins of themselves when she wiped them on her jeans. She stuffed them in her pockets, her fingers running over her keys.  
To avoid beginning, which was something she was good at, she took a good long look around the room. Looming up behind her like attacking armies were the stacks of research books he kept long after the information in them ceased to be relevant.  To the right lay the records and CDS he kept in the shelves across with the non-information books. The good books, the ones he let her sneak into her room.
By the window was the big by punkrocklove

Perspectives
My Empty ValentineAs I strolled through the halls, I saw the pink and red hearts decorating every bulletin board. Couples walked along with hands and arms intertwined as they moved from class to class. Students usually did this, but today they seemed to hold each other more tightly and more closely than they usually did. Some of the girls carried flowers from their boyfriends; some of the guys snacked on tiny heart-shaped candies from their girlfriends. No matter where I went, everyone seemed to be set into close-knit pairs.
   "Ken!" I turned around to the familiar female voice. There stood Jane, one of my good friends at Mount Maria College. Her brown hair was accented by a single pink streak. She wore a long sleeved black shirt and a pair of faded jeans with worn cuffs. As usual, her face was lit up with a huge smile that couldn't help but make me smile as well. As she stood there, I thought to myself, she is so cute! With a voice that was sweeter than any candy, she said, "Hey! How's V-Day treating by DJScythe
:thumb77217148: by saturnangel
Gray Valentine's RestartI can't remember anything anymore. But I don't think it's the case that I can't remember. I think it's the case that I don't want to remember. I don't want to be who I am anymore. I don't want to be this hybrid, created out of lust. I don't want to remember my parents. I don't want to remember anything anymore.
I don't want to be in so much pain anymore.
"How is he? Is he feeling any better?"
"No he's not, he's shut himself up again."
"That's too bad..." Even through the walls surronding my room, where I laid inside my coffin, all alone and isolated, I could hear the voices of others, to be more precise the voice of the young Oracle, Faustine Sherriff, and my lover Aquila.
"Well, if he does come out, please tell me alright?"
"Ah, of course! But as an Oracle, surely you'd already know when he'd come out?"
"I've only just been blessed, I can't get everything right so far, so please, send Ichor with a message when he's out and about."
"Okay."
I wanted to go out, but then again I di by Khaleesi-Ilona

Horror
Bloody ValentineI sat in the interrogation room waiting for the officer to come in to question me. Despite my situation I was oddly calm, like nothing could put me down. I was still wearing my bloody clothes and I looked down more happiness washed over me. He was dead, and she was all mine.
It all started when I saw her walking down the street arm in arm with the man she left me for. After he took her home I followed him back to his apartment complex. As he went through the double doors I caught it before they closed, and walked in behind him. As he waiting for the elevator to come, so did I. The doors slid open and, luckily, nobody was on it (or needed it) to follow us back up. The doors slide shut as he pushed in the number seven and the button lit up. The elevator started to beep as we rose up floors. Right as we arrived on the third floor I turned to him, my hands in my hoodie's pocket so he couldn't see the knife I was shielding from his view.
"She's a sweet girl." Danny looked over to me.
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:thumb48897423: by 6Phantom6

Transgressive
Chapter One"Alright, Face-ache, you know what you gotta do, right?"
"Run it by me one more time, I think I missed it."
"Okay smart-guy. Even though I don't like your tone, I'll repeat it one more time. I'll humor you."
"Seriously man, I think I missed it."
Another word, and he would've found himself on the floor with a boot up his ass. For now, he just got a five-fingered hello.
He rubbed his swollen cheek with his free hand, the other gripping the gutter leading down the brick wall for balance.
As though nothing had happened, big Tucker continued on. "Alright, dickhead, you're gonna take this gun, see? It's not loaded. Look." He pointed the gun directly at Connor's head.
"Hey, what the hell man ?" He ducked, his eyes closed tighter than they should've been allowed to be closed.
"What's your problem, Conan?" Tucker pulled the trigger of the Colt he found in his dad's drawer (he was in the army), and he was met with a dull clicking sound. "I told you it was unloaded. Do I need to get someone else by subliminalxmessage

Mature Content

by TonyValentine

Occult
Death: Chapter One: ValentineDeath
Chapter One: Valentine
The cold air of the park prickled her cheeks as she sat on a hard bench just off center from a single streetlight in the inky dark. Her nose almost burned with the cold, and the lamp light highlighted the white puffs that escaped with every breath. The air almost felt hard, like it was closing in around her, holding her down in this one lit place. Her thick coat was itchy against her sensitive neck, and she moved a shoulder to have them rub and thus scratch it.
She had done it this time, really done it. She knew in the dark place that had once been her heart that she could never go back again. The screamed profanities had made that clear. But where was she going to go now? Did it even matter? If she fell asleep here, she didn't know what condition she would wake up in. Robbed, cut, or worse. She couldn't sleep here no matter how tired she was. No matter how heavily the air pushed her down, she had to get up.
It was the sound she was aware of first. Crunchin by DoomGirlMeg

Mystery
Valentine
A still room; a street light obscured; there she lay unmoving for how long was an irrelevant factor.  It was the odd hours of though, that much could be said. A strange time but only one that was strange for her; in this time she now occupied was stillness like none she'd ever known pressed her still sweaty body into the sheets.  It was peaceful, this room, this space and time she occupied.  The constraints created by these three factors amongst others such as the walls, the door, the curtains, which should've at the very least intimidated, did not. Instead there was a persistent calm that was… otherworldly.  Yes, it was as though she had risen from her body, that strange unworthy vessel of the magnitude of her soul.  That had been forgotten and left behind, she had been taken beyond, and there was no point to every return. She could not.  The sweet, tantalizing stillness spoke to her lapping at her ears with honey that was ea by TsuKikaZeTora

Humor
Happy Valentine
Happy Valentine
Still sleepy I crash down the stairs. I didn't intend to do that, but it was my bunch of keys which made me slip and go down faster than planned. While I was falling I hoped there would be a big bunch of postcards in which I could land safely. But actually there wasn't a single card on my door mat this Valentine's Day. The 14th of February was a yearly torture for me. I never got a perfume smelling letter and I even accused my mailman of delivering all my mail the next day to make it worse.
I touched my head and felt a swelling. Great, I thought. When I came upright something tickled in my hair. It appeared to be an envelope that stuck out of my mail box. When I saw it was a pink one, I was happier than I ever was.
With the envelope in my shaking hand I rushed into the living room. I plumped down at the couch and I ripped open the pink mystery. It was a post card. One of Hallmark's. It had two little mice on the front and their tails formed a heart. Oh, I hated t by BartelMagico
:thumb64220106: by akichimihito

Satire
:thumb48819625: by ishmeep
'Creep'     Love is a sickness; it’s as simple as that. Only in a deep state of infirmity is a human able to experience a rushed heart rate, clouded judgment, and eternal depression. But, I do not believe it is a virus. It is more of a parasite that becomes introduced through the human system with aid from a sexually appealing mate. The parasite must divide from the donor and infest the new victim. Then, once infested with this worm, you become enslaved to the tiny despot that lives inside of you, sending you on a nauseating whirlwind that focuses around the original donor.
     And if the feeling of a constant, sickening high is this bad, the worm must be absolutely wretched. Like an oily slug that attaches to the heart, mind, and stomach all at once with the aid of one of it’s various tentacles. Then, it lays waiting; sometimes for days or even months. But, the second that the donor of the lust slug comes into view, it begins to ch by lalajulep

Romantic
Valentine's DayThe eve of Valentine’s Day had fallen on the world, and Aelwyn was sleeping peacefully in her beloved’s arms. Her head was tucked beneath Rimé’s chin and long strands of honey blonde hair hung down her back, spilling over his fingers like molten gold. Her emerald eyes, the eyes her son would inherit, were closed in sleep as she lay in Rimé’s embrace.
Rimé was wake though and he gently brushed a strand of hair behind the tip of his wife’s pointed ear. She’d told him five months ago that he was going to be a father. He still felt a trace of disbelief at the news. He’d thought he wouldn’t be able to have children since he was a vampire. The thought that there would never be a child of his own to look after had always saddened him, but Aelwyn was pregnant with his son.
He’ll be born in July, the lightning mage mused as he started stroking Aelwyn’s hair. They’d decided last week that they would name their child Ash by ShadowedElf
BallroomLoveStoryCollab“God, why is it so hard to find single guys these days!?” asked a silver haired girl. She looked at her friend and sighed. “I just want a good looking guy to Ballroom with.” She sighed again as her friend laughed. “Well, if I remember correctly, there are two single, good looking, pro guys.” The silver haired girl stared at her friend. “Really!? Who!?” “Well, one of them is Killha, the other one is Vpow...”
The conversation could hardly be heard anymore from where Mel was standing. She looked at the ground. “I guess it really is hopeless...” “What is?” Mel jumped and looked behind her to find her friend, Hanako. “D-don’t worry! It’s nothing...” Hanako crossed her arms and looked at Mel. “You know I’m good at finding out when you’re lying and when you’re upset, so just spit it out already.” Mel looked away from Hanako. “Well... It’s just... I heard two girls talki by MeliTheSugarBomb
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:thumb70629804: by pandabananachan
Valentine's Day, Part 2     The beeping was faint at first, almost unnoticeable. But as she paid more and more attention to it, it seemed to get louder and more imposing. Until she became aware of the alarm that was emitting the sound, that is. She hits the digital clock beside her bed and grumpily slides out of bed. She takes her pajamas off and opens her closet to retrieve a school uniform. She puts it on and makes her way to the bathroom to make take care of grooming. Finally, she makes her way downstairs, into the kitchen first.
     She had no intention of eating breakfast today. She’d just eat a big lunch when she went to the hospital for work after school. She approaches the heart-shaped box on the countertop and reaches for it when she notices a note on the top, ‘Don’t bother coming to the hospital today Hoshiko,’ the note started, ‘it seems you could use the time off. Love, Mom.’
     She sighs a by KuroshimaKenshin

Erotic
Be My ValentineBe My Valentine.
The streets of Cardiff were quite literally paved with pink paper hearts and bouquets of cheap red roses. Boxes of candy hearts lined the shop windows alongside singing cards proclaiming, “I Love You” and “Be My Valentine”. It was consumerism gone mad. All around him were happy, doting couples, fingers twined, gazing into each other’s eyes.
He had never been so glad of the fact that the hub was underground. At least he could get away from the oppressive dictator that was St Valentine, in the chaotic sanctuary of Torchwood. Both Tosh and Owen were single, so they wouldn’t be making some huge fuss. Jack just was not the type to go in for pink flowers and heart-shaped chocolates. The only one who might mention it was Gwen, but he was sure Owen and his love of ‘torturing people in happy relationships’ would put a stop to that.
He sank down in his chair, behind the tourist desk. So far so good. No pink in sight. He sighed, helping him by The-Disturbed-Duo

Mature Content

by MyOwnFallacy

Mature Content

by lailah-blue
:thumb76585130: by Kira73

Historical
When Murphy's Law Meets LoveI am a stranger at my own party. How frightfully ironic. My father had me under the mistaken impression that I was in charge of planning this "little get-together" but in truth I must admit that this is not at all what I had intended. For example, every song has a seductive undertone. That is quite obviously not my first choice for dancing with homely old bachelors. I should have known better. This time I actually believed that he was being nothing more than a doting father.
"I've just had an inkling, my dear," he had said as we enjoyed tea in the parlor, "Why don't you plan yourself a little ball? It's been far too long since that obtuse ballroom your mother wanted, rest her soul, has gotten any use." And then he flashed that dazzling smile of his and I had made the mistake of trusting him.
I don't know a soul here. I wonder what he did with that guest list I gave to him. The ball I had imagined had less than twenty handsome young men and all my friends (or rather, close enemies) from by Dracawyn

Children's
V-Day Story: Gift From HeavenEveryday it was the same.  There was a little antique store that everyone seemed to walk by and ignore it.  The store was run by an old man who was in his eighties.  He was bright and full of life despite his age.  He didn’t mind that people ignored his store because he had the best thing in there.  The thing that he wants to go to a new home but is enjoying seeing it while he still has it.  It was a little blue, glass box.  In the box there were two diamond rings.  The diamond rings were wedding rings that have been past down for years.  His wife had died ten years ago and she left behind was her ring.  The man put there wedding rings in a box hoping that the next couple who buys them will carry on all the love that the rings had for years.  The old antique store was hardly noticed by the public though.  Everyone always wanted the big gifts on Holidays that seem by Keji-Kurocheske

Philosophical
Valentine's DayValentine’s Day
Ariel got up and out of bed, stretching and yawning like a cat. Eyes still half-closed with sleep, the girl wandered over to her bureau and started pulling out clothes, tossing them on the floor with contempt until she found some she was satisfied. She started pulling on a purple turtleneck with a sigh. It was Valentine’s Day, the happiest day of the year for many. Not for Ariel though. She knew she’d never have a relationship to celebrate on this day.
It wasn’t that Ariel wasn’t attractive. In fact she was just the opposite, a being of pure beauty and grace. Her body was toned and her measurements perfect, her hair was long and shimmering and blonde, her eyes were rich brown, her lips supple and red. But she knew she was still cursed to never find love.
After all, Love cannot find love.
Ariel buttoned up her jeans and slipped on a pair of black flats before stepping out of the apartment and onto the London street. It was a cold day and looked l by joaniedark
Chapter Four: Mindless Killers
The city was seemingly dark, dim lights lit the smog ridden skyscraper maze. A new construction site was being set aside by Salvation. Contractors worked over the plans for it and as the first slab was lain down. The grass around the area was brown, everything was dead. The smog moved just outside the city, rain started to patter down as a lost soul wandered around looking for his love. The greener grass was just outside the city. A dirt road trailed out onto the peeks of a lush mountain slope, the road stopped at a gate dug into the wall carved out of the cliff. The stone itself had not moved and was there before the mansion behind was built. The manor was built of marble stone, the design itself was so intense that only to the very trained eye might it be picked up that the marble at the bottom was chiselled into the stone below it. The entire three-story mansion had indeed been dug and hewn from the mountain around it. Grass had been sewn for a lawn with only one oak looming over it by Dragon-Xisle

Sociopolitical
A Modern Day Fairy Tale              Once upon a time, in a kingdom not so far far away, in the land of Reality, there lived a bunch of people. No royalty here except drama queens and prom kings. No fair princesses, only spoiled rotten ones. Here there were no knights in shining armor wooing sweet damsels with poetry and prose. Here there was no such thing as “true love” for there was no such thing as “true.” In the land of Reality, people were what they were expected to be. They said what their society expected them to say. And thus, nothing could be true. After all, is there any other way to answer “I love you” but with “I love you, too”?
For these people, these prom kings and drama queens, these knights in shining pickup trucks, truth is a rumor through the grapevine, shattering hearts and shedding tears. Truth is whispered about behind closed doors. Truth lies in shift eyes and vague half-smiles. by LaboresLunaris

Spiritual
Valentine
Valentine
  The faces you see here are not really who they appear to be, and the world they live in is nothing but a stage of fantasy. A stage set up for a puppet show of manifested metaphors. But it is here that you have to ask, who’s really in control, the puppeteer or the puppets? If the answer is the puppeteer, then what drives him? If your answer is the puppets, then what REALLY gives them life?
Every day he stands there at the edge of a cliff, my sanity. He stares off into the black abyss looking up at the sky grinning, listening, and waiting patiently. His Silver hair flows through the wind, feathers from his one black wing float around in the air. He keeps to himself and never says a word…until today. He turns his head and looks right at me. “Why do you fight like this?” He asks. “I don’t understand.” I reply. “ Why does she mean so much to you? Don’t you realize that deep down she can’t stand you? You repulse her in e by HEADCASEchaos

Fan-fiction
:thumb76518578: by BondOfFlames
:thumb55852081: by MUSICxxJUNKIE
A Crimson Valentine's DayCrimson. The irony, cruel as it was, brought a half-hearted smirk to Pein’s face, fading in an instant as the merciless seconds ticked away. It brought regret to him as he realized how much he’d taken each precious second for granted. Wasn’t how this whole mess had started? With a color and time, so simple and preventable, and yet the whole affair would ring clearer than anything else in his mind. A haunting ghost in the clear life he lived with not regrets nor shame as he looked back on each decision and second that filled his past. And maybe that was the problem, how he had the air of invincibility, untouchable to the people who served lower than him. In a way he’d even come to believe it himself, that there wasn’t a mortal on earth that could even come close to laying a single finger on him. He’d ignored the fact that was so vital to a shinobi, even one of his status. That you were only as strong as your acceptance of your own weakness.
He was a god; th by Renflower
:thumb77383066: by DaBassistLaura178
Valentine's Day BluesL hated Valentine's Day. It was a holiday celebrating weakness and the giving of power over your emotions to another person. And how could that be a good thing? It only served to fog one's judgement and the ability to think clearly.
Yes, he had once admitted to himself, it would be nice to be able to share in what maddening, overwhelming feelings drove everyone to the verge of insanity and the willingness to do anything for their significant other. But then, could he really afford to let his judgement be misled by a simple attachment to someone else? The world needed him, and he just couldn't let them down. He was L, after all; naught but a letter to the rest of the world, which solved their problems for them and allowed them to rest peacefully at night. And letters don't fall in love.
And they certainly don't fall in love with their biggest suspect!
Quite unfortunately,..Eru-chan wasn't just some letter. He was a person attached to it. And, in being that by KaraRapist113

Theatre & Scripts
Special Skills: Interview 1Author: This is the initial opening interview of the group known currently as 'Team One', currently comprising five members. Interview takes place in null space (version .wps) and was begun 30th June 2007.
Hello ladies and gents - make youselves comfortable, speak into the microphones. Rachel, yours is that blue one, all the others aren't fireproof. Right, let's get started. Full name, known aliases and age, please? Sean, you first.
Mobius: OK, uh, Ex-Sergeant Sean Anthony Meadows, codename Mobius. I'm thirty-one.
Randem: Oh, we're using defunct UNSF ranks now? Ok, then, I'm Ex-Corporal Michael Evan Wright, codename Randem, also known as Mike, The Random Element, or Klikabul60, or FifthHorseman, or Chaosmonstah, or BubblePixy, or-
Author: Alright, Mike, we get the picture.
Randem: You asked, OK? And I'm twenty-eight.
Valentine: Ex-Private Rachel Laura Catherine Valentine.
Author: And?
Valentine: (sighs) Codename Beacon.
<b> by Phyrbyrd

Non-Fiction
by witch-girl-pilar
:thumb77319371: by UncleGran-Gran

Poetry

General Poetry
:thumb76588705: by Broadcraig
Ode To Valentines DayAh, Valentines Day!
Don't you just hate it?
The couples are happy,
And the singles are lonely.
Oh, but do not listen to my dismay!
I just loathe the day, every little bit,
While those couples get sappy.
Would I join them? If only...
If only a girl would say,
It were by me she wished to sit,
Instead of making me feel crappy,
That she loved me.
It's in this way I wish to stay.
I would love to commit,
To one, to any. Just to be happy,
To have a wish, to guarantee
A happy Valentines. by PeterJK
Valentines DayThe flowers you get,
On Valentines Day,
Will soon wither,
And die away.
The paper you hold,
Will turn to dust,
To be swept away by the wind.
But the words spoken,
By the one who graces your heart,
Will linger there --So long as you care to let them live on. by Accicus
Hate Valentines dayI hate this day
For the lonely fade
A day of love
For the lonely
Never came
Alone they stayed
Without hope or love
They fade
So we hate
Valentines Day
Forever bound
To watch Love
Pass us by
Alone
We cry
Only holding
Our self’s
For no one cares
If the lonely
Die
Cry
Or fade away
For I hate this day
This so called Day of love
For the lonely never came by sweettarts
ValentinesRed, pink, yellow, white
Lace, paper, glitter, glue
Bought, made, mailed, handed
Smiles, hugs, thank yous, kisses
Different sixes, different shapes
Bringing smiles to faces
Girls will blush, guys will chuckle
Hugs will go all around
One to you, another to him
Some candy too, why not
Read what it says, smile
And enjoy the day
Send a red one to your love
A pink one to a crush
Maybe a cute and silly one
To your bestest friend
How many will you get?
1, 2, 3 or more?
May your mailbox be crammed full
And close to popping open
Happy V. Day to all of you
May your spirits soar
Spend the day with the ones you love
And be loved yourself by Naoko-Hirumi
ValentinesSitting lonely in my room,
thinking on the day that's past,
wishing for the day to end,
and Valentines to be gone fast.
It's not that it's a horrid thing,
it's that it never seems to end,
and all that mushy-mushy crap,
reminds one of what they don't have.
And the romance,
it all seems fake,
to set aside a day for love,
when there are many days for love.
I think tomorrow,
I'll buy a rose,
and give it to my love;
to show my love,
that every day,
I love him all the same.
Why Valentines,
when tomorrow seems,
much sweeter than today? by wiccanwolfsrose
No Valentines for MeI see people in love,
giving valentines and saying "I love you."
I have no one who gives me valentines,
or saying "I love you."
Will I ever, or will I never
Have a valentine of my own? by AnimeCatLaury
Valentines day doveIt's Valentines Day,
And it really does suck,
I'm all alone,
And don't give a fuck.
Im fine without roses,
Chocolates or kisses,
Im fine all by myself,
Healing my previous heart aches with stiches.
Valentines Day just isint my day.
Its reserved for those in love.
Its all ok,
Though, I wish I did have a pair for my dove... by emojustice
Smoke and Mirrors.Possibilities and eyelids
sketching shapes
of love or something similar
Effortless and seamless
shapes
of something similar
          while pseudo lighting glistens
          on the rain outside.
                                         trapped in cages of
                                         lust                dust
                                         and                 and
                                         hope            smoke
                                         and                 and
                                  wearing bruises and screaming
"I hope I die on this, this day
of love,
release me, the Saint
they called Valentine."
Charcoal streaks and trickling down rivets
in faces and the lonely
hearts tonight will be worse.
Ugly beauty queens will dine
with a wolf
and the fiends tonight.
                                                                    gently sketching music notes and whispers.
                                                             by monochrome-comfort

Human Nature
some times I wishSome times I wish, I could lock myself in a box,
And live my death, my solitude…
Lost for words, lost from thought,
Lost from all this reality…
And may my silence be my only love,
For may love be an emotion lost to me,
I hate it here, this reality,
This world of idols and wannabes
Just tired I, just lost be me,
And I hate the feeling this all brings to me…
And what is my sin, if I may be allowed to ask.
Why am I cursed to live the life, this is…
And then again I find, myself lost for words…
When would I see the face of this curse…?
And so I pray, I pray and I pray…
To be emotions free…
Die may I today, die may I tonight,
Die may my identity, by fahap
from the sidelines
Over dusty shoulders I see
a world I'll never win, and I should be anywhere..
Anywhere but here..
Dirty chalk clouds slur through a city sky
until they drop off the stale earth,
and this is my story, and I shall follow them,
and I shall fall. Harsh and ugly.
We lived life like we were the only ones not broken.
Your heart was the fist matching my bruises,
we were misplaced children, collapsed from our worlds
                                                  and collided.
We tugged our skin on the trees we climbed, trying to kidnap stars,
you tripped me up once or twice
and I stared at you
while you let your fingers
                     by inmyroom
Once Upon a Dream
Once upon a dream
Love convinced me to believe being with you was necessary.
Blinded, I followed along helplessly with a hand reaching out.
Heartless human nature held responsibility for my sadness,
I assumed the position to defend without a signal of strength.
Freedom releases itself with each backhand that you give me,
with my back against the wall, my eyes beg more while I plead no.
Addicted to the pain like a drug too strong to resist,
I refuse to refuse you, with adoration exceeding boundaries.
I dreamt for a love that could prove itself pure.
Enduring too much for no purpose I could find.
Candy scented gasoline and a sugar coated match,
I stood tricked into believing things could be a different way.
Once upon a dream I found love that didn't hurt me.
In the horror of my reality it held no chance of becomming true. by TormentedSorrows

Horror & Macabre
:thumb77263475: by MrsMatt

Transgressive
:thumb54726346: by anarchy-chicken
Suicidal ValentineJust the same as every year
Useless love possesses all
Instead of a kiss I draw a tear
Solitary my existance falls
I can't walk around without to see
People paired off like Noah's Ark
Apparently nobody wants me
On this holiday I can't embark
Even on the most romantic day
I, myself, am left alone
By candy hearts I'm led astray
Love is something I'm not shown
If no one wants me even now
Will they ever love me so?
I don't think so, tell me how
The answer to my inquiry is "no"
If I'm to spend my life alone
Why not put life on the line
I ask the razor with a saddened tone
"Will you be my Valentine?"
Graciously my razor accepts
But look, it's not the only one
The bottle of pills also says "yes"
My first and last Valentine's will be bloody fun
I set a pattern, pop and cut
High as hell and pale all through
Slowly my eyes begin to hut
This could have been prevented by you
As I lay unconcious on the floor
The machine answers an incoming call
You've reached Leigh, I'm dead to the core
February 14 by mybloodlust

Nature
a Rose
a Rose
On every Valentine's Day
we give out the Flower of Love,
a Rose.
But Why is it
that we have associated this flower
with our Pure "Love?"
When you look at a Rose,
all you Focus on
is the Petals.
We Do Not want to be Bothered
with the Envious Stem and Leaves.
That rose Blossoms,
then Withers quickly,
Losing Our love
as we Hurriedly Throw them Away.
And as it withers,
we are Forced to Look at those Green Leaves.
These Leaves are Not the Leaves of Love.
They are leaves, so Jagged and Painful, of Death.
And this Stem,
Full of Blood Red Thorns,
as if Filled with Poison and Hatred.
I ask again,
Why is this rose,
so Hateful and full of Death,
Seen as the Flower of Love?
Love which is so Pure and Alive.
Why do we put "Love" and "Living,"
with "Death" and "Hatred?"
Is it that they are Best Friends,
Seen Everywhere Together?
Or is it that, there is something else?
Some Other Reason.
-Jasper 2/14/2007 by masterodamidget

Narrative
by SamWithoutaDanny
Double Valentine DenialYou can say what you want
Lie and laugh just to hide that scar on the inside
Sorry but your blood still flows
And drips the pain to the outside
So don't try to believe that you can force me
To change my mind and screw the facts in my head
That scent can show that you've been out cutting and drinking
The clues are way too true and you can't hide your denial
She knows that too and she's ready to throw you
Know that I'm ready too
I see two valentines dripped with blood and red wine
Those roses are now a disaster
Meet me at church Saturday night
Let's count beads on the cross
Each one's for every cut drink and cheat
Put all your cash on the book and throw your knife in too
Get exorcised and give your demons hell
You need help and sorry I'm not the answer by crazd1misunderstood1

Family Life
Broken ValentineA hundred dozen paper bits.
A cascade of blood red love.
It was a Valentine to a hopeful sweetheart
who refused it as above.
Time walked on, sometimes it ran,
and at moments stood quite still.
So did the boy with his broken heart
though it took most of his will.
He knew he wasn't the fastest runner,
or the best reader at story time,
nor have the most stars in his class
Just a confession bearing the phrase 'Be Mine'.
Hugs and kisses were passed around
then melted in many a smile.
Sweetness filled the boy's coffee can soul.
It only took a while.
That afternoon love was given freely,
though it made a dark and sticky mess.
But the person who had torn his heart
wasn't happy I confess.
She'd recieved no Valentines,
Store-bought or home-made.
Even as she tried to drown him in kisses,
the feelings did not fade.
Later after play time was done
she strode over to him and said.
"I'll take the broken heart and fix it,
if you tell me how it read."
The little boy gave her a small smile
and showed her by gamemaster87

Children's
:thumb50510044: by InnerSharigan

Urban
The Day of Saint ValentineYou mourn the day of Saint Valentine,
The death of your true love but your soul is mine.
I am the angel with black wings,
The deadly angel you dare to hear sing.
My songs of death entice you,
Torture you, invite you,
To the heart and soul concealed,
Under this endless field,
Of lies and hurt,
Only you could dig up this dirt.
To find the most delightful love,
You find it so wierd that I shove,
This love and joy,
Into this chest like a toy.
To kill the day Saint Valentine created,
He was killed when he had the thought out-dated.
The thought of true love always winning,
This thought got him a lesson in swimming,
His own blood the pool, His heart the supplier,
Now my beautiful darling you call me a liar?
I have protected you with a price,
Your soul you have given me as if I am a vice.
YOu love this grip I have on you,
It is the only thing you know true.
At this I love you
And so I bid adieu. by BloodCallsDarkAngel

Spiritual
Black ValentineAnother becomes grim and dark
All the love and compassion has lost its spark
A relationship that remains destroyed
A person turned on by those who employed
A pathetic excuse used in order to break up
Another drink she takes, mixing schnapps up
A notion of love to his daughter lost through abuse
Leads her to drinking and crying to try and forget.
He kept his daughter dear through the thick
She remembers the pains and hides quick.
Her soul is burning up in flames of tears
As She remembers all of those years
She'll always remember his last words
that he gave her while he was on his way
"I love you, and Happy Valentines Day" by Gothguy720
My Valentine        She was a cloudless haze, rain
drenched tears longing to go home.
  Lost within the mind shattering pain
she prayed for it to be over.
  Her thoughts kept going, going back to
him, with the eyes that said I Love You.
  She hoped that he made those eyes
just for her, making her special.
  There was no reason behind her madness,
she just wanted to be near him.
  In any way, shape, or form,
she wanted to be with him. by maeia

Sociopolitical
Anti-ValentineHappy Valentines
I give up on you
I spent so many years alone
And know that love
Is never true!
Happy Anti-valentines
For those who think
Your overrated, sweet
Outdated day!  
Why do we celebrate love
A love that's lost in time
Why do we give THIS
Day such significance
For such a sweet
Magnificent lie?
So happy valentines
For those who may be  
"In love"
And happy Anti-Valentines
To those who lost all trust by ImperfectAngel

Philosophical
Valentine's DayIt's raining today.
The story of saint Valentine
As I have heard,
And chosen to believe
Goes like this: he was
A monk
Who fell in love
With a Lolita girl-child
Of fourteen
And he was imprisoned
For his affair.
Defying God,
He sent her letters
Proclaiming love-
He was beheaded.
How silly was saint Valentine,
To give his life, to prove his love
For a child
Who would never even
Write him back. by stars-fell

Experimental
My ValentineHere's a rose for you my valentine,
won't be long until you are mine.
I'd give you all of my heart;
your inner beauty strikes me like a dart.
Your smile lights up my day,
all my pain has gone away.
You smell delicious,
it's so contagious.
You always look so lush,
you make everyone blush.
Honesty is your most attractive quality;
more impressive than your outer biology.
This is for you my sweet valentine.
One day you will be mine.
When you're around i feel fine.
Dear sweet valentine. by Cazza3000
Anti-ValentineI should have just stayed in bed,
This excuse for a holiday fills me with dread,
Pink hearts and flowers all around,
Someone should burn them to the ground.
The lovely couples all so caring,
Please do try to keep from sharing,
For goodness sake get a room,
This terrible holiday will be my doom.
Flowers die, and chocolate goes fast,
Get jewelry if you want it to last,
I guess I should say "be my valentine"
But I think you know where you can shove that line. by pixistixs

Old Structure
:thumb1327121: by pre-heated-death
ValentineWill you be my valentine?
I'll send you paper
Written with foreign ink
And words
I didn't care to write,
But I'll take credit
For it all
With my
Signature.
I'll give you
Whatever I can buy
To entertain you
This holiday
Because there is
One thing
I can't give
To you--
Love. by BariSaxGirlJ

Humor
Happy Valentine's Day, BuggersIn the shortest month of the year
Lies the day we all fear.
It sneaks up to our homes,
Hiding in bushes and dodging garden gnomes.
"Not scary," you think,
"Disguised in pink."
Then it hits you like a stone.
You're all alone!
No one to date,
No one to hug,
No one to kiss,
No one to love.
For comfort, call on your mates.
Then remember that they all have dates.
What to do, what to say?
How to make this pain go away?
Lock yourself in your room
And wait for your eventual doom.
And to everyone out there,
All the lovers,
Happy Valentine's Day...
You stupid buggers. by mistressmorby
ValentineWhy does valentines day have to be so pink?
It’s not a general celebration of love,
You know.
It’s the celebration of a dead man.
A saint.
A holy man.
I doubt that everything that happens
On valentines day
Is holy.
And then there’s pink.
Do you really think god likes pink?
There’s not much pink in the world.
And all that horrible mush that men come up with…
You’re not good at being romantic.
Stop it.
And please, girls, don’t giggle insanely when a good looking guy walks past,
Or moan and weep when you don’t get a date.
It’s the celebration of a dead guy, remember?
Of course you won’t.
Because of marketing.
But mainly because of pink. by femalefred

Satire
St Valentine
Today is the day of St. Valentine
And on this day, everything supposed to be fine
Love is floating all about
Anger fills me, making me wanna swear and shout
Why am I mad you might ask
And my reply, I've merely removed the mask
Yes, my smile's been nothing more than a disguise
And my being happy, just a big lie
I fool several people each day
Making them think that I'm O.K.
No ones been able to see past this fake smile
I've been wearing it for quite a long while
Now when all this anger goes away
I know tears will be falling for a few days
They'll be tears of sadness, of pain
Of Frustration and loneliness, falling like rain
I've cried several oceans and many seas
And now I've fallen down on one knee
I've been longing for someone to be mine
On this day of St. Valentine by titan2781
A Valentines Poem
Today is the day
Of Valentines,
And I would
Ask you to be mine,
But alas!
Valentine's Day is just a phony holiday created by the heartless corporations in an attempt to make more money,
And I'm not a corporate slave.
...Happy Valentine's Day! by RandomCheese

Romantic
ValentineI used to sit and dream about you
But dreams hold no comfort on their own
I used to just think about you
But thinking only ever gave me doubts
I used to wish and wish for you
But wishes only come true in stories
I guess that makes you my fairytale princess
You're too good to be true, but there you are
You're too smart to love, but here we are
You're too beautiful for words, but here they are
You're too perfect for me, but you say the same
Promise me no more broken dreams
And I'll give you everything
Promise me no more second doubts
And I'll love you forever
Promise me no more empty words
And I'll give you anything
Promise me your heart
And you're welcome to mine by Drumboy
Your Valentine
I layed there
Thinking of you
Wishing you were there
Wishing you were with me
Wanting more than anything
Just to be in your arms
I was just so scared
So sad
So miserable
All I thought of
Was you
All I wanted
Was you
Right now I'm sitting here
Thinking of you
Missing you like crazy
Still just wanting to be
Held close in your arms
I love you so much
I'm sorry that I'm away
On this Valentine's Day
All I can think of is you
All I want is to be with you
Or at least I just want
To hear the sound of your voice
Saying anything
But hopefully I'll be hearing you say
I love you by LonelySuicidal
The End of ValentineWe had plans
We had dreams
We had only us forever
So it seemed.
We were young
We were new
It had only been three months
But are love grew
You swore you'd never give up
And I did the same for you
Now I'll always remember the pain of surprise
When you told me that we're through
What could I say?
What could I do?
How will I ever find the strength
To say goodbye to you?
Where will I go?
When will it end?
Who can I trust to take me through
And help me start again?
Yet my heart will not believe that it's the end.
I walked the line
You changed your mind
It's the end of Valentine.
That was Christmas
This is now.
February 14th,
Just before the midnight hour
And I think
Of how you're gone
How this should've been the perfect day
Now I sit here alone.
And my heart just will not give up
And the pain's still like a knife
And it's killing me even more to know that
You're moving on with your life
What could I say?
What could I do?
How will I ever find the strength
To say goodbye to you?
Where will I g by Dashy
ValentineWill you be my valentine?
My someone special
Who's always there for me?
The someone who loves me
And never lets me go
The someone so special
He takes my breath away?
The person who cares about me
More than anyone else
Who says I love you and means it
So will you be my valentine?
Who loves me for who I am?
Who stays by my side?
For always and forever. by BoisterousPoet
:thumb14789400: by SickLullabies

Erotic
:thumb28739217: by creightonwrites

Mature Content

by ClaudiaCasanova

Mature Content

by Schattenfee
Bondaged ValentineIts my way to show my love,
to my one and only man.
So what if you're tied and gagged
and other people think we're sick.
You are my gift from you.
You are my Bondaged Valentine by InvaderAdelise

Visual


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