Edward - Story of Snow Pt 7Edward - Story of Snow Pt 75 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter Twenty Five
Everybody around here knew that the strange boy from the house on the hill had not been born but had been made. He had been created up here, by the old inventor, who had died before he got to finish the man he invented.
Edward looked exactly like the kind of charcoal sketch a disturbed child might draw, all in blacks and whites, with the sticklike figure patchily coloured in, and the face very roughly drawn and hatched across with lines. The hair was a big scribbled mess, the eyes were two big round black holes and the hands had been given great claw-like fingers, much too long for the rest of the body. No child would want to see this nightmarish doodle brought to life. And yet here he was.
Moira had always avoided thinking in much detail about how exactly Edward came to be. But it was really shocking to come face to face with this room full of twisted inventions, and with that, that robot thing with the knives and the buckles, that looked so much like E
Lo Que No DicesSabes cariño,Lo Que No Dices5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yo soy muy expresiva
Pero llevo tanto tiempo callando,
Que he empezado a temer perder la voz,
Por no decirte lo que estoy pensando.
Al inicio lo recuerdas, fuiste tú
El primero en decirlo, yo me calle
Por miedo a echarlo todo a perder,
Ahora creo que eso es lo que paso,
Que lo eche a perder al ser tan efusiva.
Sabes que es peor, que ya no recuerdo
La última vez que lo dijiste, sin que
Yo primero lo dijera.
Lo decía antes de dormir
Y tu respuesta solía ser
"yo también" más obligada que sincera.
Lo que si has dicho es que no dejo
Que surja, pero ya he esperado, y
Aun no lo has pronunciado,
Tal vez algo hice mal, que
Escuchar esas palabras no merezco.
Ya no se que pensar o
Tal vez lo pienso demasiado.
Solo se que me duele no decirte
Esa frase, cuando quiero pronunciarla,
Me la trago
La tengo atorada en la garganta
Y me quema, me arde.
No me basta los te quiero,
Se quiere a la fami
Tips para ser mejor ArtistaTips para ser mejor Artista7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Tips cómo ser un mejor artista
No, no he venido a decirte como ganar más experiencia en tus habilidades artísticas u obtener tu propio estilo. Vengo a hablar de cómo ser un mejor artista en tu mente, eso significa cuando se es un gran artista incluso mas allá del papel. Carácter y sabiduría
En lo que te conviertas al final es tu camino o responsabilidad, (la cosa es que depende de ti...)
Esta es mi opinión, no tienes porqué estar de acuerdo, espero que lo estés.
1.- Trata de tener un sentido de calidad y estética primero, trata de tener una ética de trabajo o disciplina
2.- La fama y popularidad no hacen a un buen artista y no es un indicador de crear "buen arte". Ignora Internet y a los besatraseros
3.- La arrogancia no es un método para mejorar tus habilidades artísticas
4.- La intolerancia a otros métodos artísticos te vuelven cerra
Recursos: Personajes100 preguntas que puedes hacerle a un personajeRecursos: Personajes6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Las personas que escribimos, o los escritores, a menudo olvidamos desarrollar uno de los componentes más importantes en la narración, los personajes. Los personajes no son simplemente aquellos que van a sufrir nuestra historia, sino que son una parte fundamental de ella porqué sin ellos no existiría tal historia. Sin embargo, por falta de tiempo, imaginación o ganas, a menudo les relegamos a un segundo plano y no los desarrollamos lo suficiente como para que sus acciones en la historia estén realmente justificadas. Resumiendo: Utilizamos muchas veces a los personajes de una forma rápida, basándonos en su presente dentro de la historia y sin tener en cuenta que tuvieron un pasado y que posiblemente, a no ser que dentro de la historia mueran, tendrán un fututo y esos datos son importantes para nosotros a la hora de hablar de ellos con coherencia y de comprenderlos.
Nunca debemos olvidar qu
Slow DownA veces, es bueno bajar el ritmoSlow Down4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Caminar y no pensar en: ¿adónde tengo que ir?
¿Adónde debo llegar?..
Simplemente ir a donde el camino me lleve
Me gusta hacerlo
Observar como el sol va saliendo poco a poco
Estar afuera de ese ritmo vertiginoso de la ciudad
Olvidarme del reloj un rato,
Y respirar con tranquilidad,
Llegar a ese o aquel lugar si llama mi atención
Degustar ese café que acabo de comprarme,
Deleitándome en su aroma,
En su sabor que esta inundándome
Y seguir ahí de espectadora silente de todo,
Viendo y preguntándome
Con una media sonrisa,
Así me veré yo cuando estoy apurada
Cuando soy parte de ese mar de gente
Notar que el ruido de fondo
Que hacen los autos, autobuses y demás
Parece un oleaje,
Un oleaje urbano y artificial,
Un rumor que estando dentro de esa cotidianidad
Yendo con velocidad,
Addicted to Self-RighteousnessJames Hairston is clean, and dont you forget it. He gotta drive us all over everywhere, just to prove he can. Orders his coffee caffeine-free, aint never had a drink or a smoke in his life. His damn station wagon has so many bumper stickers on it. Proud to be smoke-free. See Dick drink, see Dick drive, see Dick die, dont be a Dick. National Alliance Against Drug Use. Even D.A.R.E. Hes like a health teacher, back in junior high. That marijuanas bad for you, Bill. I care about your safety, and its going to kill you. I can help you quit. Shut up, man! Whys he even hang out with us? I heard his fiancé, Paula, is a smoker. Whats he doing marrying a smoker?Addicted to Self-Righteousness9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
Torchwood FluffThe coffee pot was unquestionably sick. The mid-winter chills were affecting everybody, it seemed.Torchwood Fluff8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ianto brought extra blankets to work with him, which he wrapped around the coffee maker with care. Still, it spluttered and choked when Ianto tried to ease the coffee out of it. February 13. The thing had been sick for two weeks. Sighing, Ianto went to go tell Jack.
Ianto's heart nearly broke when he pulled out his stopwatch later that day. He pushed the button on top, but the hand only shivered in the cold. Ianto nestled it in the blankets next to the coffee pot, brokenhearted.
Ianto arrived bright and early the next morning, anxious about his coffee pot and stopwatch. What he saw surprised him.
The coffee pot was gurgling gleefully, while beside it the stopwatch ticked blissfully. Ianto quickly spotted what had brought about the change; someone had placed a space heater behind them. There was a note attached to it with a pink bow.
Happy Valentine's Day Ianto!
MusicMusic10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like love and lust, has roots in the soul.
You drive me mad with your A notes,
Making me wild like a staff with no lines.
Kisses placed randomly on paper as notes turn into high screams and low moans.
Like anger flows through my veins and burns me,
So does the fire produced by every key you hit.
Taking me higher into a world where there is no dissonance,
And every sound, from every voice, melts into one word:
Dances to the sound produced as sweat drips tenderly off your skin.
Hands roaming gently; our hearts the bass, beat, and background.
Hit that note for me, touch me where everything makes sense and I become the star in your opera show. Make me the soprano you know I am While my:
Is Infatuated and drowning in your:
Five Myths of Being a WriterFive Myths of Being a Writer10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I've been writing for a LONG time and in that time I've come across a fellow scribe or two. Some of them are the serious kind, willing to invest the time, discipline and energy in achieving their writing goals. Others are the deluded kind, which think writing a book will bring them fame and fortune (well, it CAN ... just not right away and only if you do it right).
These are the kinds of writers that, crazy as it may sound, I want to educate a little. Sure, they're probably so caught up in their fantasies of what it's like to be an Author or a Published Writer that no amount of reality checks will snap them out of it. But for all intents and purposes, I feel a little Writing Life Reality 101 is called for.
WRITING WILL NOT MAKE YOU RICH.
Sure, there's a couple of writing jobs out there to help you earn a decent living, but the long and short of it is that being a writer doesn't mean you'll be a millionaire, too. And just because you get a novel or book published, it won't automatically
No Strings Attached: chapter 4No Strings Attached: chapter 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
April 4th, 2182
Lieutenant-Commander Alexis Shepard nailed her target right in the head from a distance of two hundred meters.
"If you'd only employed that kind of dedication and focus to your date last night with what's-his-face-"
"-Kyle, from the SSV..."
Alexis rolled her shoulders irritably. "-Midway."
"...Then you wouldn't be sitting her, practicing sniping skills you'll probably never employ on the field, despite the N7 logo streaking down your arm."
Alexis scoped her target, pulled the trigger, and lowered the rifle before sparing a withering glance for Lorrie. The engineer shrugged at her, suggesting she was a lost cause. "Kyle didn't have it."
Crack! "You know what I mean, Lor."
Lorrie sighed and took the rifle from her, lining up her own shot. "You can't keep comparing every guy to him."
Alexis unzipped her N7 hoodie, but didn't remove it. "Sure I can." She picked up the shotgun on the table next to them and examined its settings. Standard Al
Day of SilenceIn unbiased, unspecific terms, the Day of Silence is an opportunity to maintain a vigil that simultaneously reflects on lives cut tragically short and to serve as a reminder of the end result of hatred, prejudice, and indifference. If you are a progressive proponent, it is a day in honor of and reserved for the suffering of the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender communities of America a chance to proclaim a social and political message that the worth of a person is not determined by his or her sexual orientation, and that discrimination on such a merit is no better than racism or sexism. If your views are more orthodox, it is paradoxically an unacceptable acceptance of a deviant lifestyle, the promotion of an agenda that leads to the desecration of traditional family and community values.Day of Silence8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It would be a lie to say that my own view of the Day of Silence is itself unbiased. I am a quietly proud Christian and a proponent of the value of the family, but my experiences and times w
The Documented CryIs it strange that every time I cry I want to take a self portrait? To document and exploit my feelings, sufferings and dramas. I believe they have a word for this these days: Emo. Isnt it sad that today, any fascination with ones own emotions has to wear a derogatory label; one which dismisses and down grades us to the status of a fad-driven child!The Documented Cry7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I prefer to think of it as an artistic addiction: I must make use of every experience, no matter how devastating.
I have a fascination with the process my body goes through when it cries. It can not be faked: the colour changes which march across my face, the quality of my breath, the trajectory of tears, the sounds which emerge from my throat, the physical difference between allowing the cry and clamping down on it and the strangled irrepressible whimpers which emerge from this shut down state.
However, the process of finding camera, selecting lense, adjusting the tripod (a device which will never c
Shore LeaveTitle: Shore LeaveShore Leave5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 2 (post-game break tiems)
Characters/Pairing: Joker/FemShep, mentions of FemShep/Kaidan
Disclaimer: Mass Effect universe belongs to BioWare and Althea Sheperd belongs to Kameia
"Where should I put these, Commander?"
Althea Shepard looked back over her shoulder at the ensign helping with her bags. She wasn't sure if volunteering had been the young man's idea or if it had been rather forcefully suggested that letting the Commander deal with her own luggage after the hellish few days she'd had would be frowned upon.
"Over by the window is fine. Thank you." She offered a cursory nod of thanks to the departing soldier as she sat down the one bag she had insisted on carrying herself. There were some things she wouldn't trust to anyone else. She watched the young man head back toward the ship, passing the last of her team as they arrived at the hotel. Garrus gave him a searching look that had the ensign nodding vigorously, geturing
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
KaomojiKaomoji6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Multiple Line Kaomoji:
（ﾟ､ ｡ ７
( )_( )
Single Line Kaomoji:
( =^)☆(^o^) [Kiss]
´o` [*Why Not??]
(ﾟД ﾟ ) [Shock]
I Feel Unloved Again TodayI feel unloved again todayI Feel Unloved Again Today4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And so I bow my head and walk
Focusing on the path before my feet
Trying to ignore the cruel autumn wind
My thoughts as gray as my insufficient hoody.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head and create
Giving myself to my art, drawing and sculpting
Hoping to find joy in what I do and share with others
But no one seems to care or acknowledge what I've done.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head to work
Striving to be productive and responsible
Trying to earn my keep and justify my existence
But I don't feel I am worth my salary, I feel inadequate.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head and seek
Any who might feel unloved as well
I call on them; I send a note of friendship
But I hear no answer, I am not worth their time.
I feel unloved again today
And so I bow my head and weep
Wallowing in my misery and sadness
My tears will be unnoticed and in vain
There is not a soul to listen or to console my broken heart.
I feel unloved again toda
Letter to be Sent by CometDear pilot of mine,Letter to be Sent by Comet9 years ago in General More Like This
It's not as if I'll ever send this, because it's merely self-indulgent crap written on a coffee break. The others don't know what I'm doing, and they won't look over my shoulder, either, because I'm an administrator and you don't do that to administrators. Not even those who have had so many cups of coffee (espresso, too) already that their hands are starting to shake.
It's a bit hard to type but this is for you, dear.
We both know by now that it was all lies that they told us. Not that they meant to lie to us, or anything, it just turned out that way – because we all really believed this was the future of humanity, didn't we? I suppose so. I certainly did. Fifteen when I came out here, young and naïve and full of my own petty problems, and I thought the stars would bring miracles. We all did. You could see it in each fresh load of students they brought in. And they'd sit in their classrooms for hours on end and pay impossibly good attention, charting their t
LoveLove is you.Love11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is me.
Love is something you can't see.
Love is nice.
Love is sweet.
Love will sweep you off your feet.
Love is soft.
Love is best.
You can feel love in your chest.
Love is great.
Love is kind.
Love is always on my mind.
Love is special.
Love you chearish.
My love for you will never parish.
Heart BreakHeart Break4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sit there,
Crying a waterfall of tears,
Soaking the pillow under your head,
Wishing for the pain to end
The world seems as if it's crashing down on you,
All your focus is on making the regret, the heartbreak, the betrayal,
Leave your soul through your tears
I've been there.
Your heart feels abused and torn,
Ripped out of your body,
Leaving you gasping for breath,
Because he once was your life line, your reason to live.
Your love was toyed with by the boy you thought you knew,
Who you thought was the one,
Yet your heart was broken into pieces in the blink of an eye
I've been there.
His face is all you see when you close your eyes,
Every thought leads back to him,
He never leaves your mind,
As if taunting you into insanity because you know he is no longer yours.
He was your other half,
Your protector sent from above,
Or so you thought
I've been there.
I've been through all of this,
I know heartbreak is like a walk through Hell,
The pain makes you feel anguishe