Saying Goodby to AlexSaying Goodby to Alex1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Before I can properly relate this story, you must first know a bit about Alex, my pet fish. So right about now you’re thinking: fish aren’t pets, they’re décor, but I beg to differ, at least in this case. I was working at a major pet supply retailer that also sold fish and we had a significant bank of fish tanks to care for. As one of the few people in the store who knew anything about fish-keeping, it was my job to do the maintenance and ordering.
One day we got in a shipment of live fish and I was “putting them away” after the bags had acclimated to the water temperature and when I got to the African Cichlids, I noticed a type of fish that not only didn’t belong in that bag, it was a fish I’d never seen before! It was green and silver with yellow eyes and a bony-plate for teeth, so I immediately knew it was some kind of little puffer fish, but what kind? Well, I moved it to its own small tank, since puffers are known to eat just about an
Siphiwe's TestimonyI would like everyone to meet my friend, Siphiwe. We've been friends since Bible College 6 years ago, and he really has been a blessing to me. Without Siphiwe I would be, well, closed minded. He has taught me many things, and I've enjoyed seeing things from his perspective. We all need friends like this - friends who don't have the same background we do, friends who have had a very different life than our own. Today, he shared a very, truly, amazing testimony with me. Here is Siphiwe's testimony:Siphiwe's Testimony3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Well this happened many years ago I would say about ten years ago while I was in High School. I had been suffering from Asthma since childhood and it would be even worse around winter times. My chest would block and I would not be able to breathe. I had to go to the nearby clinic for them to give me oxygen with medicine so that my chest can clear. I also had medicine that I had to keep at home so that I could drink immediately when I felt the symptoms. This
The Red ScareIt's been almost a year since this happened, but now I'm finally ready to share it. Any Islamophobic comments will be immediately hidden so don't even try. Even if you hate Muslims or you think of them as dangerous, this is a true story about something terrible that happened to an innocent girl.The Red Scare2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was in physics class first period on the first Monday of April 2014, when the vice principal said over the intercom that the students would be called down by class to an assembly. This was surprising to most of us, as an assembly had not been planned. My physics teacher asked what the assembly was for.
"You know the girl who wears this?" A senior in my class asked, making a sweeping motion with her hand around her face.
I knew who she was referring to. There was a Muslim freshman -- we'll call her X -- who wore a hijab every day. She seemed to have many different ones. I saw her in the hallway sometimes. She looked very quiet and shy.
The senior said that someone had put a note in X's
Fearless but FearfulI have never met someone so brave.Fearless but Fearful1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have never met someone so afraid.
... at the same time.
Comment suis-je devenue une fan de SailorMoon Pt1Salut, je suis NatouMJSonic, j'ai 25 ans et je suis Québécoise. Vous me connaissez sur Deviantart, surtout parce que je suis fan de la série de jeux vidéos, Sonic The Hedgehog, que j'aime beaucoup la musique du Roi, de la Pop, Michael Jackson et surtout pour mes nombreux papiers peints (fond d'écrans ) et timbres (DA stamps ) que je fais sur mes personnages préférés. Mais il reste tout de même un sujet dont je n'ai jamais parler avant. Comme vous le savez probablement, je suis fan de la série Japonaise que tout le monde connais: Bishoujo Senshi, Sailor Moon (Sailor Moon, tout simplement ). Mais comment suis-je devenue fan ? Vous ne le saviez pas. En fait, je ne vous ai jamais raconter comment je suis devenue fan de ce dessin animé japonais, et je m'en excuse. Maintenant, il est temps de raconter une histoire.Comment suis-je devenue une fan de SailorMoon Pt12 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hiver 1998, j'ai huit ans, tout ce que je me rappelle c'est que j'ai subi une opération importante et que je
Changing of the Guard I sat pouting and alone in the first meadow when I saw a deer run out of the woods on my right, cross the meadow at top speed, then go into the woods on my left. A moment later, I heard the dogs bark. It made me angry, but there wasn't a thing I could do to get those dogs away from the deer. So I was pouting, alone and mad when the first dog ran across the meadow.Changing of the Guard2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was the Afghan, head up and silent. Afghans hunt by sight, I knew that much. The other dogs hunted by scent, and they appeared soon after, noses to the ground when they weren't barking. What a racket they made! And I thought I felt low before! I couldn't even sit quietly and feel sorry for myself. Now I had to worry about the deer.
I walked back to the dome and asked Diane if she'd seen her dog lately. She hadn't. Hers was the Afghan. She had a toy poodle as well, but it didn't count. That little bundle of neuroses rarely left her side. Neither the Afghan nor the poodle were well-t
Mis confesiones1) Naci en Venezuela (no diré ciudad).Pero en el futuro quisiera vivir en Los Angeles,Estados Unidos o Mexico,ya que quiero ser animador,creador de series y actor de doblaje.Mis confesiones2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2) Mi animal favorito son los perros,mi raza favorita es el Golden.
3) En realidad no odio la serie “Uncle Grandpa” solo me parece una serie regular y no me llama la atención su trama,igual “Clarence”. Por otro lado,ya dejé de odiar a Pacifica de “Gravity Falls” gracias a los nuevos episodios.
4) Creo en todo tipo de amor. Al parecer estoy me gustan algunas chicas que conozco,pero como la ley dice,solo debo escoger una.
5) Mis mejores amigos en DA son: :iconsebastianthehedgehog: :iconoldcartoonnavy47: :iconmemexdlol: :iconreulpoaderytphyotros: :iconjuli4427: :iconlobitooficial: : :iconcarlossonic2012: :icondjmusicandcartoons: :iconprincessvanina: :iconrosecloud: :iconcelesteyupi: :icondaniellegarcia-s: :iconleoncita234: :iconjessica6
My Admin BiosMy Admin biosMy Admin Bios2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Full Name: Lunar Lumen Moon
Parents: Notch + Lumen
Siblings: Ridge (Brother)
Full Name: Sadilus Drop Winter
Parents: Unknown + Skilley
Full Name: Solomon Scarity Enderborn
Parents: Casia + Unknown
Siblings: Talki (brother)
Full Name: Lumen Bright
Parents: N/A (created)
Full Name: Eclipse Moon
Parents: Luna + Unknown
Full Name: Taffy Forest (Ferit's mum)
Parents: Parents left her, raised by horses till the Admins found her
Comment below with an object for an Admin to own and I'll give u an Admin
Somehow I Found ItAs far as I was concerned, I was always a level lower than everyone else. I knew the members of the archery club, interacted with them, enjoyed their company, but I never had conversations with them. They were college students, just like I was, but we were not the same. They could socialize with an offhandedness that I could never aspire to, a universal likeness that was so different from me. When it came down to it, I was certain that I was less valuable, and didn’t mind leaving when no one else showed up for club that Saturday.Somehow I Found It6 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And I was going to leave, bow case in one hand and plastic tube in the other (it held my arrows), when Ryan showed up. Ryan was the unanimously elected president of the archery club, and for good reason; he made his own longbows and atl atls, and was incredibly accurate with both of them. When he came to the door and saw only me standing there, I was sure practice was canceled. I could go back to my dorm and spend the rest of my day in safe solitude.
The Birthday Card Every year a birthday comes, especially of that of my little brother and sister, and I feel bad about getting a present for them. You see, I can never truly know what to get someone for their birthday without asking them what it is they want, which ruins the surprise. The one time I finally figured out how to make an awesome gift was for my little brother and sister’s fifteenth birthday. Two days prior to their party, inspiration struck me. I said to myself, “I know what I can do! I can make a homemade birthday card for them!” But I didn’t want to make a boring one: I wanted a special card for them. So I looked up on Youtube on how to print a card using Microsoft Word. Came up with a funny joke to put in it, surfed the web for a good pic that would fit and after thirteen failed attempts finally produced the card fit for the best brother and sister in the world. Finally the day of reckoning came. It was my turn to present my giThe Birthday Card3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A life in transitionI dodged the signs for years you see, kept pushing the thoughts out of my mind. I am sure most people do and have in similar respects, fear is typically the main driver for such a thing...burying who you are deep down inside so that know one ever knows.A life in transition1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I buried these thoughts so deep down, that I largely forgot about them for years. Society pressures people to conform, I thought I escaped that mindset they tried to instill in me. Turns out I duped myself into believing that, and I realize that now. I have come to terms with the fact I was "born" a male...but I wish to be female.
I said born because what sex you are and what gender you are, they are two different things and I realize that now. Fact of the matter is, I'm scared what my family will think. I already suffered a huge backlash via a family member last year, when I told said family member about my conversion from Christianity to Asatru.
I am a coward, I fear reprisal yet again. That family member who practically disowned me a
Pulling Things from My ArseIt has come to my attention that many of you hold a sort mystic image of myself as some sort of hermit living in a mountain hut extracting comic art from my arse like some kind of alchemist. Let it be known that this is a greatly exaggerated falsification on the part of my character! I will lay down the truth as I know it to be.Pulling Things from My Arse3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
First, it isn't a hut at all, but rather a nice tidy cave I stumbled upon during one of my drunken wanderings of the Wasatch Mountains; tidy once I evicted the bear family that had laid claim to it first. Once that was over and I was something akin to sober I began at once making it my own! Due to powerful thermals miles below the earth my cave is nicely heated year round, and furthermore due to an unknown subterranean force my cave is also a rather powerful wi-fi hotspot. Now I know what you're thinking; How did the bears know how to use wi-fi? Well they did, but their accounts have been suspended due to breaking the terms o
To-Do List: February 201502-02-2015 FCFB banana juiceTo-Do List: February 20151 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
02-02-2015 Standing up like an old lady
02-02-2015 Sleepy little suburb
02-02-2015 My weeks revolve around thursdays
06-02-2015 Laughter on trains
07-02-2015 A goddess, poetry and a fallen angel
09-02-2015 Propensity for density
15-02-2015 Ask your mother about a black and white cat
16-02-2015 Dogs at patting height
16-02-2015 Pumpkin porn
18-02-2015 For as long as it lasts because that's not forever
18-02-2015 How many people are just people? or do we all have gods inside of us.
27-02-2015 The difference between knowing and not knowing is tears
The Depth of a LagoonThe Depth of a Lagoon2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Deep under the sea; where no living man has ever been. Deep down there, in the darkness laid fearsome beasts. And these beasts only came out of the dark to terrorize innocent sailors, and eat the catch of hungry fishers.
They weren’t lazy monsters, no they were preparing for war, and they had prepared for a couple of years when a blue, baby dragon named Lagoon was born. A child was good, it could turn the whole war around.
Lagoon had a brother, a smaller dragon, but with no wings. He loved his brother Speedy more than everything. But as Lagoon grew stronger and bigger with each year, the leader of the Ravine, a fearsome dark dragon, decided that it was time for him to prepare for war. He was told that he could go home as soon as he finished his training, but Lagoon was too big and his scales were as heavy as a mountain dragons, so he scarcely managed to do any of the required training. Standing on the opposite side of a raft he watched his family live their lives peacefully while
Why are They so Tall? Japan has a tree in its name. It is a tiny country with towering things, California-sized but not flat and sand-silken. The forests are hollow, they green through the winter, Fuji is solid and snows in the summer, and buildings climb hills liked tile-horned goats born to defy acrophobia. Nihon is “Japan” in Japanese. The letters of its name mean sun origin, or sun tree. Ni (日) and hon (本), sun and tree; the tiny, hollowly forested country stretching for the singular star in Earth’s solar system, like its mountain goat buildings, has no fear of heights. Humans fly and swim horizons just to see the tallest things in Japan.Why are They so Tall?4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Kinkaku-ji, the Temple of Gold (金閣寺)
Kinkaku-ji sits alone and golden-sk
Legrandzilla Musings #10Besting BulliesLegrandzilla Musings #101 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I have one story you may enjoy, unless you are a bully.
If you are a bully, shame on you. Stop it.
The reason behind most bullying is fear. It is a cowardly occupation.
It is a means to keep the negative attention off yourself by focusing it on a perceived easy target.
It is deplorable, and it betrays a lack of intelligence and character.
So here is a story for you.
We called them the "Woods Brothers" I am sure they had first names, but they were always together and always looking for trouble. That is the only title I remember of them.
The younger brother was a couple years younger and quite smaller than me. The older brother was a year younger and a real thug.
Their family had a lot of dysfunction. I heard later after all this was over (for me at least) that their mom had committed suicide. Looking back, I feel sorry for all the kids. But, there is usually a reason behind the bullying, and their family situ
Mis confesiones1) Cuando nací vivía en Caracas, pero algún día me voy a mudar a Porlamar de Nueva Esparta, ya que por lo menos esta ciudad es mucho mejor que Caracas.Mis confesiones2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2) Me encantan los Dinosaurios, son feroces pero geniales, y quizás algún día voy a un museo de Dinosaurios, o simplemente una convención de Dinosaurios. Para mi será genial.
3) Yo NO odio a Johnny Test! Solo se me hace neutral la serie, aunque antes era hater de la serie, pero ahora la serie se me hace neutral.
4) No es que no crea en el amor, pero conseguir novia es muy dificil, ya se que he tenido novias en el pasado, pero todas me dejaron, ya que soy el menos suertudo del amor.
5) Mis mejores amigos de Deviantart son: Sebastianthehedgehog, ABToons, PrincesaTwiSparkle (donde quieras que estés), manuelnetworks, JessicaHatsune, PaulySentry, megamastermario2009, optip, narutokurogane2013, 3D4D, CaptainMexico, JakeBrithgside, Wiguettafan y SAMLED.
6) La razón de porque empece a ver M
Tales of a College FreshmanTales of a College FreshmanTales of a College Freshman1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I suppose it all staeted when in 10th grade. My AP Euro teacher, Mr.Power, had told us "You can either have friends now or later." Only being 15, I chuckled alongside my classmates, thinking that it was silly we'd ever be without friends. They were essential for our existence as young people. I wouldn't ever be friendless. I should've taken his advice more seriously.
Let me describe myself. My name is Morgan. I'm 18 years old and a freshman in college. I study English. I'm an AVID tutor at the high school I graduated from, Ramona. I have a boyfriend, I have a best friend, and I have a relatively easy schedule. I am alone 99% of the time.
At first, this seems like just another sob story of a lonely white girl who can't handle life without a large group of friends. However, I want to try and convince you this is different. The opinion you make of me is entirely up to you.
At the end of my senior year, I was over the moon. I was going to a very good schoo
He Brought With Him, Many a Warning.This black sheep, he is years ahead of his peers, his friends, his acquaintances.He Brought With Him, Many a Warning.2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
None of which understand the man he is, nor his tribulations.
He permits them to keep underestimating him.
He has spent years in the other side and seen what is imminent.
He has exposed himself to the horrors of the world.
He has read enough data for five people to process.
He remains alone all night watching and reading.
He sees the patterns, he connects the dots, he is more wise when he keeps quiet.
His clairvoyance is his eternal sufferance.
He knows he is a target.
He tried to warn them. He tried to warn them.
He tried to warn them and he became a pariah in doing so.
I can't lose sight of what's important (abridged)Hi. I’m Rachael, but you can call me Jamie. I’m transgendered, but that’s not the worst of my problems. It should be, but it isn’t. Fear of rejection for being an anti-feminist is.I can't lose sight of what's important (abridged)2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It’s quite logical, if you think about it. I’d naturally go down the path of men’s rights if I don’t know I was transgendered and I felt the unfairness of not being allowed to be feminine. When was the last time you saw a boy in a dress and thought it was normal?
I shouldn't have become an anti-feminist, cause that’s how I got them to take my parents, sanity and future away. If I hadn’t been committed and stuck without a school to go to before it was already too late, I could have finished school and followed out on my dream of becoming a computer programmer. Instead I got a job doing something people who can’t walk or count can do for less than minimum wage.
This is a whole lot bigger than that though. Now people are refusing to help me embra
That Albertson Girl She’s a smart girl, probably one of the smartest I’m teaching this year. She finishes all of her homework in class not 10 minutes after I’ve handed it out. She rarely makes less than an A on any assignment, regardless of the subject. Mrs. Bennett spoke to me in the Teacher’s Lounge one morning, to mention that even though she isn’t the most practiced of the students in art classes, she always manages to come up with some of the most unique and creative pieces. While the school music teacher Ms. Jurick doesn’t appreciate her independence in during class, it can’t be denied that she has talent and a vision when it comes to singing. Honestly, the girl’s intelligence and uniqueness should have earned her a spot in the Gifted and Talented program.That Albertson Girl5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But she’d never focus. She always had her head in the clouds, always humming some tune she’d thought up that day. She would draw on a
Banishing Shadows"She really loves you," people have told me with admiration. "How do I get her to love me like that?"Banishing Shadows2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I stare at the horse I adore, Dream, and my heart swells as a genuine smile cracks the normally impenetrable barrier of a frown on my face. She does love me, I think to myself, actually believing the words for one of the first times since I fell in love with the sorrel mare a couple years ago. I am loved. And I am safe. It's the best feeling in the world.
I'm out of my element for the first time in a long while since I started coming out to Melissa's ranch to work for riding time. Four years of shoveling horse poop, cleaning tack, grooming horses, and riding has done nothing to prepare me for this event. Horse gestalt life coaching? I don't even understand what that means. Melissa has only said that it's like therapy except it isn't; it is meant to help you to connect with the horses on a deeper level. "Ho