The Mad Lord SombraThe Mad Lord Sombra2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
[The cover for the book is a black as night, and the book is bound by a magic seal which only shadow magic can open. The pages aren't even weathered, despite the book being obviously old. This is evidence of magic weaved into the pages. The entries are in a dead language known as Old Equestrian. The first entry reads:]
Hours. Endless hours, pouring over every ancient, dusty tome of knowledge I could find. I am so close, but so far...
My name is Lord Sombra of the Crystal Empire, "loyal subject" to the Crystal Queen. Pah. She is not worthy of the title of ruler. She is weak. She spends her time fawning over the peasants, and catering to their every whim. A proper Queen would rule her subjects! Dominate them! No... she is no Queen. She is a peasant like the rest of them. Nay, worse than a peasant. She is dirt on the face of this Empire.
But a new day approaches! The Queen knows not of the studies I have conducted in my personal library. I am beginning to learn the art of shadow magic fro
BellyacheSirens wailed and Jesse almost fell down the few metal steps into the engine room in his hurry to reach the stricken machine. Red light bathed the room and strobed over the brass and steel in steady flashes. Jesse ran to the pressure gages, watching the little black needle tap against the edge as it fought to read numbers that didnt exist. Punching buttons, the mechanic tried to release the steam feeds but the lights on the control board just winked at him in frantic red and green. He ducked under a bunch of rattling brass banded pipes and fought his way around to the main engine compartment. He swore as boiling water dripped down from the ceiling, but the scald scars would only join the collection that already littered his hands and upper arms. Steam filled the small compartment making it as hot and clammy as a sauna. Water clung to his short blonde hair and stuck his shirt to his back like a second skin. Blinking water out of his eyes he ran his hands lightly over the hot pipesBellyache6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Yusei In Wonderland 11Yusei In Wonderland 115 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yusei In Wonderland 11 (Last and final chapter)
" Nightmare! Yusei, wake up!"
"Oi, Yusei! It's late! You've had a long sleep!"
"Forget it! By the time he wakes up, it'll probably be tea time!"
"Yusei wake up now." Yusei slowly opened his eyes and saw all of his friends looking above him: Jack, Aki, Rua, Ruka, Crow and Bruno. "Guys ? Are you lot back to normal?"
"He's awake!" Crow exclaimed.
"You had a long sleep and you worried us," said Ruka.
"You were talking in your sleep too," said Bruno. "You were talking as if you'd gone away from us."
"But I did go away!" said Yusei. "I had the most strangest dream: I dreamt I was wearing a dress, saw Carly as a white rabbit, I followed her down a hole and everything was nonsense! I kept changing size and everyone was acting like strangers! And you were there! And you, and you, and you, and you and you were there! I saw other people as well."
"Well, that sounded like an odd dream," said Aki.
"Yeah, it sounded like Alice in wo
The awful thing about dAYou see, the thing wrong with you all is that you refuse to improve.The awful thing about dA4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
That blunt comment will be my thesis statement for this 'essay'.
I have a deep conceited love/hate relationship with this site. I love the easy to use interface and the many different members (make your own joke about artistic nudes) but I hate the attitude that a lot of younger deviants have. For some strange reason, these kids (and some adults) seem to hate being told that their art is less than perfect and will throw a tantrum if you even imply that their art is unoriginal/not very good. I like to call this attitude "deviantART ego". People with this mentality reject critique in all its forms and will block you for being a "troll". This attitude probably stems from the lack of actual critique on this site. Some submissions almost always receive positive comments and favs from everyone. These posts normally contain:
a) "Artistic Nudes"
b) A character or OC from some popular anime/book/video game/ect.
c) Anything Twi
Your WingsCan you hear all the cries?Your Wings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you see the pain?
Does any of it reach you?
Through the lies and fingers pointing blame?
I opened my eyes
And saw a world full of fear
How can you watch from on high
As I lose all that I hold dear?
I'm down here on my knees
Begging you to hear my prayers
Just need to know that you're still there
Listen as I call your name so please tell me
Do you see my tears?
All I've ever wanted was your love
And to rest under the shelter of you wings
Blood stained pages full of words old as you
Cities falling and children crying
Tell me is this what you wanted us to do?
Are you watching as all mankind is dying?
Will you open your eyes?
Will you see all the pain?
Will you just stand by?
Are all the prayers in vain?
Please, I'm begging you
Take a moment and look
See those of us who still need you
Can you hear me?
I'm calling out to you
Can you see me?
I'm still right here
And I still want to rest
Beneath the shelter of your wings
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Cash CropsWealthy Cartels.Cash Crops1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Naruto 40,000 Chapter 1 Naruto 40,000Naruto 40,000 Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: Naruto was training by himself this morning. The blonde haired ninja sighed as he wiped the sweat off of his brow. He had destroyed severel trees and many great rocks in a matter of hours with his Rasengen already. He felt his muscles begin to relax. I should go get some lunch at Ichiraku. Thought Naruto. He began walking towards Konoha's great gates. It was still amazing, Naruto had seen these gates so much, and yet its sheer size still awed him. He waved at the two jounin guards and walked into town. His favorite ramen cart was always stationed near the gate.
"Old man, same as per usual!" Said Naruto sitting down in one of the seats.
"You got it Naruto!" responded the jolly old man.
"Ah, Naruto-kun, good to see you again." said a voice from behind the blonde ninja. He turned and saw his friend Thick Brows.
"Hey Lee, how are you today?" asked Naruto as he invited the green suited nin to join him.
"I am fine, thank you for asking
Curse of the Tails DollCurse of the Tails Doll5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a story which takes place in the southern coast of Devonshire where a young ordinary boy named Kyle was spending the day in Paignton Pier with his family.
Kyle had always dreamed of visiting Paignton's Pier as a child, but even though he lived in the next town over, his family would never take him there as they were always too busy. But as a special treat his parents decided to make a family outing out of it.
When they got to the pier though, Kyle was more than thrilled at all the colourful amusement rides and arcade machines, such an atmosphere he had never encountered before, his parents warned him not to wander too far but Kyle didn't listen and immediately began exploring with enthusiasm.
Whilst wandering through the hall of mirrors, Kyle came across an open fire exit door which took him back out into the pier. As he wondered, he came across a small lone fortune tellers hut and decided out of curiosity to pay a visit.
As he stepped into the hut of the fortune teller, Kyle c
Left for DeadLeft for DeadLeft for Dead5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In 1994, an old mansion was built on the west side of a small city in Kentucky. The mansion appeared like an old beat up, piece of crap, house that has been there ever since the beginning of the cold war. An old scrap metal fence surrounded the whole house. Not once was there ever a for sale sign in the yard anywhere. Nobody with a right mind would ever approach the house, and always passed by without peering over at the house. The day someone finally approached the house was in October on the 13th. Two kids of different ages were the first to approach the house and to peer in it to the house. They saw nothing and entered the house, never to be seen again. Rumors of what happened that night came in as fast as lightning. They said the kids died as soon as they stepped into the house. Others said that they died caused something ate there brains. Whatever the reason was, these rumor continued years. In the 2009, the house still stood there, untouched and unmoved. By this tim
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
Her SexinessShe is more than her breastsHer Sexiness7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She is more than her thighs
She is not that girl you saw in Maxim, or Stuff, or Playboy
She is the real deal
Her sexiness is not her body
Her sexiness is not her hair
Her sexiness is not your erotic exotic fantasy
Her sexiness is not her otherness its who she is
And not always what is in plain sight
She will entice you with the way she walks
With that aura of confidence you dont see in girls
Seen more so in women
She will make you wonder more about her body
Because she will keep her skin
Her curves hidden in clothes
That make you create real fantasies
Where she is nothing now but a character and make you want to respect
The rarity of the glances of naked flesh you will be privileged to have seen
Her sexiness is how she speaks her mind
On topics more than just fashion and celebrity hook ups and break ups
On how Bush is a fiend and if international dilemmas
Hope Ch.9 EdWinHope Ch.9 EdWin4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ed stepped off the train, and stretched his arms above his head, groggy from the nap he had just awakened from. It felt weird to be traveling without Al, but Ed didn't want to chance him finding out something he shouldn't, so he shrugged off the feeling. Scratching the back of his head, he began to walk towards the street, but was interupted when he heard someone call his name. He looked around, but couldn't spot anyone he recognized in the bustling crowd so, he continued on walking until he heard it again. Sighing, he looked back to see if maybe he might spot a familiar, and with some luck, he was able to spot Mustang making his way towards him through the crowd.
As Ed took in Mustang's appearance, he was a little surprised at what he saw. He never really paid attention to anyone's appearance much, only Winry's, but he could tell something was off today. He was sweating even though it was cold outside, and he looked extremely nervous. Mustang was never nervous. "What's up with you?" E