How2-Ask artists you admireHow2-Ask artists you admire6 years ago in Letters More Like This
Have you ever tried to talk to an artists you admire on DA and s/he ignores you?
Well, there's a few tips on how to talk to them and get more comments back...
I don't say this will always work, because some artists are just too busy, or too shy to talk back, but it will work better than if you just bluntly ask a question.
There are nice artists who will answer your question, so make them feel a bit special for doing you a favor.
Here's my tip on how to talk to some big name artists...
===== MOST IMPORTANTLY!
1. Research first, check their blogs for FAQ if you have a question such as...
1. what pen/paper/program/medium did you use?
>>>(tools related, trust me, usually its on their FAQ)
2. Hi, you're good.... what do you recommend for a tablet?
>>>(Go to forums to ask that please, search forum for old threads on it, don't bother them with this.)
3. Hello, what brushes did you use, can you share it? Did you use Photoshop?
>>>(Don't ask so fast, search their gallery or u
your poetry is horribleyour poetry is horrible13 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i am irrepressible teenage angst.
here is my bitchy poem.
woe is me.
(insert typo here)
i can use
drastic S P A C I N G
to make my point
(insert computer shorthand here)
my girlfriend just dumped me.
perhaps i can
write at length about
s u i c i d e
(insert trite phrase about loneliness)
because i am ohsotouchy
so, to all you
adolescents out there
your poetry is horrible.
pain does not always equal great art.
now, go write something worth while.
On LoveHow should I love,On Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If not with all
My heart and all my soul?
How could I love,
If I do not
Answer to true loves call?
How would I love,
If I can not
Let go and loose control?
How do I love,
If I do not
Decide to finally fall?
Fate Lines, Part VFate Lines, Part V6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The letter had been sent by my benefactor, Anton Arroyo, and after a quick look, I realized there were several - all in nondescript envelopes, bearing no seals. My initial reaction was complete and utter bewilderment, followed by the very natural desire and need to pocket the lot and peruse them at my leisure, but I was worried she would notice them missing. Of course, I could always sit here in her room and read them, but that idea was quickly thwarted by the sound of a coach thundering into the palace's courtyard. A quick peek out of her casement window ascertained her return and I knew I had to beat a hasty retreat to my own quarters. I slipped the letters back into the box and secured it, praying that I had managed to return it as closely as possible to its original spot. I made my way quickly out of her chamber, praying a brief thanks to whomever might be listening for the circuitry of stairways that whisked people to and fro throughout the castle, and made my way back to my own q
OneAndOnlyPeace Part1 CritsPlzPart OneOneAndOnlyPeace Part1 CritsPlz6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Whoosh! Leigh let go of the arrow, sending it flying through the emerald grass, hitting the small deer mouse square in the chest. Leaping out from behind the tree, the kitten raced towards the mouse and picked it up with her small mouth. She proudly held her head up, and trotted in the direction of her cozy home.
Her den was built with branches and sticks from oak trees, and mud from the river bank. She shared this pleasant home with her sister and mother. Leigh had lived there her whole life, and had many fond memories of the den.
Grrrrrrrrrr Leigh spun around, and saw only the trees. Her legs shook. Thump thump thump was that her heart, or paw steps? Leigh let out a yelp and started to run in the direction of her home. She couldnt shake off the feeling she was being watched through the trees.
Snap! Jumping as high as a hare, she realized she had only stepped on a twig. Feeling embarrassed, she continued to creep through the forest, fe
I've Really Lost My MindThe young man smiled, with just a touch of embarrassment. “I seem to have lost my mind.”I've Really Lost My Mind1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The female attendant looked at him. “This is a railway ticket office.”
“You want the lost property section over there.” She pointed at a counter where a severe-looking man was rearranging misplaced umbrellas.
“Thank you!” The young man nodded politely and headed across to the other section.
The lost property attendant looked up as the young man approached. “Is it an umbrella you want?” He indicated the display.
The young man appeared to be tempted for a moment by a purple one decorated with cats and dogs, but then apparently remembered why he was there.
“No,” he said. “I’ve lost my mind. I’m pretty sure here was the last time I used it—I was trying to work out what would be the cheapest ticket to Inverness on a weekday in June, outside peak hours, travelling with my back to the engin
The Grave of GodThis crater marks the place where God and the adversary annihilated each other. No more God. No more adversary. There's nothing here now. Just me.The Grave of God1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If you were to head west from here and climb the lip of the crater, you'd find yourself in a desert, where the sand dunes gather against the ruins. There are mountains on the horizon, pale blue. They look as distant as the moon, and they very nearly are.
In those mountains lurk creatures, ancient and colossal, constructed at the adversary's behest. They barely move anymore, for there is no-one left here to kill. Though their bodies have become part of the landscape, their eyes never close. They will lie waiting for all eternity.
Beyond the mountains are the riverlands, where used to be settlements and forests, all of which have long since rotted. North you might find what remains of Telassar, the capital city of the angels. Half underwater now, with its mighty bridge broken, only the palace stands proud of the sea, and it too is dead.
Watch the World BurnWhen I was young, I was told I’d live to see the world end. I believed it to be true when the earth was split wide and began swallowing everything in its path before closing over it, sealing us in the soil.Watch the World Burn1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I was free, I assumed that was that; my world had ended, replaced by one of men who feared the unknown and an unknown that feared man.
I did not expect to find people and a place I could call home, didn’t ever imagine how attached I would become, how much I’d grow to love this odd little group of creatures. So when I watch a girl who I have thought of as a sister begin to spiral towards the dark as did my true sister, I can feel the earth begin to quake once more.
And I cannot stop it.
Ignoring the StarsThe stars above do not know love; from hearts their bodies are parted.Ignoring the Stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frozen, they stay far from the day; dark skies the waters they've charted.
You must forget their loneliness; don't let your wishes get started!
They'll wipe your tears, chase down your fears...and then leave you broken hearted.
Washing Down WordsA miscarriage of unwritten words:Washing Down Words1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
she washes lead streaks
from the side of her hand,
quicksilver water spiraling
down the bathroom sink.
CarP arkAlice had been searching for a parking space for three-quarters of an hour. Damn the company sending her on this presentation when Palanchester was in the middle of a Morris men convention. Every car park was full and every street was lined with cars. Flaming Morris dancers. If she had to see one more waving hanky… And she’d nearly mown down a group earlier because they’d been too occupied banging their sticks together.CarP ark1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She’d reached the outskirts of the town now, and was following the road by the river. So that was it. There wasn’t a single parking space left in Palanchester apparently. Alice was just considering driving back out to the nearest station and getting the train back in when she saw it. A large boat on the river. It had a little wheelhouse and a huge deck and—miracle of miracles—a sign painted on it saying “CAR PARK”. What an enterprising idea, she thought—floating parking spaces. The businesswoman in Alice hearti
FFM15 - 14: Game of HomesThe Spray Brigade marched across the benchtop. Toaster shrunk from their glares. Waffleiron skittered behind him. Only Espresso refused to move out of their way.FFM15 - 14: Game of Homes3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Back in line,” Surfacespray ordered.
Espresso stood firm on the bench and glared back at the Brigade leader. “You don’t own us,” he said.
Lieutenant Mop lunged forward and bashed Espresso over the head. He buckled and Surfacespray spat in his face, misting his vision with lemon scented vapour.
“Vacoom will hear about your insubordination,” Surfacespray hissed.
The Spray Brigade moved on to Breadmaker, making her quiver.
“What do you call this?” Surfacespray pointed to a crusted burn on the benchtop.
“And accident,” she said. “My thermostat was off. It won’t happen again.”
“No,” Surfacespray said, “it won’t. Take her to the basement.”
“No. Please. It was a mistake. I can still make bread.”
Little Songbird“Leave me,” I dare in song. “Leave me if you can.”Little Songbird3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My valour is false. I am right to be afraid. Your sliding shadow smothers me, and death pecks close. Step wrong, and you will know the crunch of a dead bird; the mess that follows. You will never know what you escaped. You will never know me.
Kneel human. My tiny heart flutters. Death pecks close.
Your shadow stops in surprise . . . and you kneel before my form. Now close, I see you regret your choice. These structures used to be wings, if you’ll believe me. One sigh – and you cease your reverence. Propriety is not to be wasted on one so damaged. You lift me from the bloodied pavement. It is worse than I imagined, but my beak is clamped shut and allows no note of pain.
My mother told me everything about your kind. She told me the horror stories of what your people have done.
We reach your place. I eye the cage that will become my stage, and you prod me in the name of healing. You flinch when <
HolesGrandpa always wore braces and a belt. I didn't understand why he needed both when I was little, I just thought the elastic was part of fun game: pinging them always made me laugh.Holes3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes, he'd take me out, and we'd go down to the river he used to play in as a boy and catch frogs. We'd take a jam jar with a punctured cap, and a plastic box. He'd always tell me to pierce holes in the box lid, so the amphibians we caught could breathe.
My parents and I lived with him for many years, occupying half of his vast house with its high ceilings that never seemed to shrink no matter how tall I got. When we moved away from him and my home, I persisted with the questions about why we had to go. "Because it's dying." Is what they'd always say in response.
After years of trying to settle into a city routine, my parents finally relented and allowed me to move back with him. I'd grown tired of the city: I wasn't used to such hustle and bustle, the wailing sirens late at night and the way smiles nev
I am not...I am not...I am not...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
an angel of any kind
depressed and lonely
putting up a facade
I wear a mask
Just like the rest of us
Going through my days
Just like everyone else
Cut Loose WARNING: INTERNAL TEMPERATURES REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS. RETURN TO AIRLOCK IMMEDIATELYCut Loose1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was supposed to be a routine walk. Something jammed in satellite array. Go out and dislodge it. Fix any broken parts. Realign the array. Go back inside and celebrate a successful repair. Simple. Easy.
WARNING: TWENTY MINUTES BREATHABLE AIR. RETURN TO AIRLOCK IMMEDIATELY
The suits were fine. We all checked them before I put one on. Everybody signed off on it.
I followed protocol. I checked my tether over and over. Kept my tools close. Didn’t do any stupid zero gravity tricks while I was out there.
So why did it all go wrong?
WARNING: STATION SIGNAL LOST. RETURN TO AIRLOCK IMMEDIATELY
Shanna. That harpy bitch. It had to have been her. She’s been jealous of me since day one. Jealous of my rank, jealous that I got the best bunk. Jealous that I have someone at
GlassJosie was digging holes out behind the kitchen when Matt found her. She held up something small and wriggly in greeting. “Look, I found an earthworm!”Glass1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Matt crouched down beside the hole and leaned forward, balancing himself with one hand. “Nah, I don't think that's an earthworm, Josie. It looks like some kind of larval beetle.”
“No, it should be -” she broke off and her face fell. “Glass says it's a rhinoceros beetle larva.” She dropped the creature and sighed loudly.
“And you're just going to believe it?”
“Well, it's Glass.” She shrugged.
“And what does Glass have to say about this?” Matt frowned and moved his fingers in a flickering pattern that was too complicated for Josie to follow.
“That can't be right.” Josie giggled. “Glass says you're a lesser spotted palewing butterfly. Have you filed a bug report?”
Matt looked at her seriously. “Josie, you can see right now that
Give Me a Name"Excuse me, do I have a name? I think I should have a name, it seems only fitting that a living person should have a name." There were astonished stares at the human-like figure sitting on the table. There were scattered tools everywhere, everything from a screw driver to a soldering gun. Circuit boards and chipsets in static resistance bags were sitting neatly on shelves, and the sound of hard drives whirling could be heard over the amazed silence in the room.Give Me a Name2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We've done it!" The room full of people jumped up and down, clapping their hands and laughing happily. "Six years of work and we've done it!"
"Excuse me, what have you done? What is my name? I need a name."
"You are not living, therefore you do not need a name, but you will have a designation. You will be Pal100."
"I am living! I can think for myself, I can move, I can do anything I want." The people in the room looked at the man who had been talking and quickly made themselves busy. No one wanted to explain these things,
SummonedGeorge had just started eating his sandwich when the kitchen began fading away around him. There was a moment of disorientation and then he found himself standing inside a circle—the smell of burning in the air, and three large demons staring at him.Summoned3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Gracious heaven,” swore the one with purple skin. It looked at a demon with bright red skin. “You’ve only gone and done it. You’ve summoned a natural being!”
They all shuffled a bit closer, and George gave them a weak smile.
“Go on then,” said the red demon. “Do something natural…”
“Er…” George looked down and saw his sandwich. He took a big bite and chewed.
“Wow,” said the third demon, the one with orange skin. “Eating.”
The purple demon was jumping up and down with excitement. “Now… do something morally ambiguous.”
“Yes!” The orange demon grinned at its companion.
FFM15 - 18: Gift on a GurneyThere was one body too many in the morgue. Susan checked, then double checked the paperwork, before returning to the unaccounted-for corpse. The only thing worse than a missing body, was a spare one. If her boss found out, she’d be in for it.FFM15 - 18: Gift on a Gurney3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Biting down on her lip, Susan gave the nameless she a quick once over. The body was still in good condition. It can’t have been old. Maybe the paperwork was still coming. She glanced towards the door, half-hoping her assistant, Viva, would pop in right then with the required documents. She didn’t.
Susan bit her lip again and wondered if she should just move the body to the incinerator. She could have it gone in a flash...But using the incinerator would trigger an alert, and she would be expected to explain it sooner or later. Dammit. The job at the Community Morgue had been hard enough to get; she wasn’t about to let it go now.
Covering the body, Susan wheeled it out the door and into the hall. She flashed her securi
Roses and CoffeeMasarm takes his coffee blackRoses and Coffee6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the collar of his favourite shirt
and the shadow of childhood;
Sally tempers the tartness of taste
with salt and sugar-crusted
petals of roses in her cup.
When he's angry, Masarm
burns fiercely, a brooding
that bites only himself, and Sally,
when she's angry, spits
acid and flings plates
that shatter over his head.
Still, somehow it's always Masarm
who sends flowers; Masarm
who swallows down the bitterness.