MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 2MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CHAPTER 28 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Don't read if you don't like big, fat, cuddly, draggies.
Chapter 2: Destined for Greatness
Fare was not your average 14 year old boy. No matter what he did, no one would accept him for who he was. Sure, you could blame it on the fact that he was a four-eyed brace-face looser who did nothing but watch T.V., surf the web, and play video games. But the real problem lied deeper than that. The real problem was his personality. He was what most people would call "immature". Although he was 14 and in fact was mature, he had a deep, burning, passionate obsession, Dragons. Of course everyone teased him about it, but he didn't mind. He was more of a loner himself and liked his space. If he could he would much rather hang out with his pets and talk to them instead. He always felt so awkward in large groups of people, but seeemed to feel right at home with animals.
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH4MY BIG FAT DRAGON CH4MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH48 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: If you dont like fat Dragons and vore, then do not read.
Chapter 4: Wish Fulfillment
I got up and looked at the small little dragon as it shook the remains of the shattered eggshell of itself. I backed up and stepped on an old dry leaf. The dragon instantly whipped around and faced me. Our eyes locked. I wanted to turn and run, but something in the way those eyes stared at me held me firmly in place. Without warning, the dragon leaped onto me with such force that I fell over backwards. To my amazement, it did not hurt me, but began licking my face all over. Once I was thoroughly covered in drool, it got off and let me up. Not knowing what to do, I just stood there looking at the dragon confused. It saw this, and its little head dropped, a look of sheer sadness upon its face.
You dont remember me, do you?
I was confused. I liked dragons a lot, but never did I imagine seeing one up close, and this one was a little too real for comfor
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH3MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH38 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: Only for fat Draggies
Flare awoke the next morning on his living room floor to hear voices talking over him. They werent his parents, but someone elses, and there were a lot of them. He cautiously opened one eye a crack, and instantly shut it. He was completely surrounded by animals, and not just his house pets, but wild ones as well. Flare wondered why his dogs hadnt protected him whats more the voices seemed to be coming from the animals. Josie, the most faithful of his dogs, was lying on the floor beside him. A stag was talking to her, and apparently the conversation was about him.
How do we know hes the chosen one for sure? He looks like any regular human to me.
He was lifted clear off the ground by a comet of pure light. If thats not a sign, then I dont know what is. Wait, shh. Listen, his breathings changed. I think hes awake.
Flare shuddered and closed his eyes tigh
MY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH 1MY BIG, FAT DRAGONMY BIG, FAT DRAGON CH 18 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Warning: If you are easily frightened, or pee your pants at the mere thought of a big, fat, cuddly, yet powerful draggie, this story is not for you. Should you read this, the author and all supporters involved are in no way responsible for any nightmares (dreams should you happen to like Dragons like me), or any bed-wetting that might ensue. Also, to those who like Dragons, I am also in no accounts responsible if you poop your pants form laughing so hard after reading this warning.
Chapter 1: The Powers That Be and Amazing Origins
Ever since the dawn of time, two great forces have governed our world. Light and Darkness (Good and Evil) are forever locked in a titanic power struggle for dominance. For centuries they balanced each other, then came the making of our galaxy, the Milky Way. As with all the others before, Light and Darkness instantly began feuding over it. Darkness added the cold void of spac
Atheism Revisited The Atheist Ten CommandmentsAtheism Revisited8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I. Thou shalt breathe to send oxygen to thy lungs, and thou shalt breathe repetitively for all of thy existence, except if thou beist underwater, or if thou beist in the presence of toxic gases, during which time thou shalt not breathe.
II. Thou shalt consume thy nutrition, doing so in the correct ratio of carbohydrates, proteins, and lipids, and thou shalt not consume too many saturated fats, for lo, those who do shall be called obese.
III. When thou hast processed thy nutrition, thou shalt excrete the waste, be it of a solid or of a liquid nature, and thou shalt not do so in a way that is disgusting.
IV. Thou shalt sleep at the end of the day, and continue until the next day, excepting if thou hast work to be done of if thou hast a test tomorrow.
V. Thou shalt blink thine
Clary's Real NightmareCLARY'S REAL NIGHTMAREClary's Real Nightmare5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
WARNING MAY BE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOKS!!!!!!!
This is a week after Jace and Clary meet at Taki's and Jace tells her that he only want to be her brother.
Sitting in Luke's spare room on the bed, looking at her finished drawing, a stab of pain twists through her abdomen, she leans over the bed glad that she hasn't eaten anything and also glad Jace isn't here he'd make a fuss over her keeping quiet about being sick, 'Stop thinking about him' She chastised herself, this is the second time today, as she finished leaning over the bed the shrieking sound of the telephone rings, hoping it's not Jace again.
"Clary," yelled Jocelyn
"Yes" Clary called back as she walks into the lounge room where mom and Luke are.
"I'm not here, I don't want to talk to him" Clary whispered, shaking her head, hoping he didn't hear her.
Walking back to her room, she remembers that afternoon at
Clary's Real Nightmare Part 2Clary's Real NightmareClary's Real Nightmare Part 25 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
WARNING MAY BE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!!
Continuing from Part 1, Clary has become more sick than she thought so there's more to her sickness in this.
Running for her life, as fast as she can, knowing she carn't keep it up any longer, the pain in her abdomen is increasing, dots of black are covering some of her vision, she has to stop running, she see's another alley, runs into it, hides in the corner where it's dark, she's becoming increasingly sick which is not good, ready to scream out in pain and also ready to collapse. Jace walks past checking down the alley's, cause there are a couple on this street, the last of the alley's he checks, also checking every dark corner there is, when he spots a moving figure. Clary.
"Clary" Jace said with reconition
She cringes against the wall at the sound of his voice, in to much pain to answer, he walks closer to her see her properly, her legs carn't hold her up anymore, slidi
Nude Art PetitionIt seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.Nude Art Petition9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.
RWBY- Without A FiddleRWBY- Without A FiddleRWBY- Without A Fiddle1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Part twenty-four of my RWBY series "Pollination: The Bumblebee and White Rose"
Blake heeds horrendous advice. Hilarity ensues.
The volume of a sphere is... four thirds pi times the radius cubed. The volume of a sphere is... one third pi times the diameter... "Mrrrrgh." I groan, setting my pencil down and holding my head in my hands.
"You okay, love?" Yang asks with concern as she prods my leg with her own. I look up and across the table. Her smile is most welcoming. To my left is Ruby, and to my right is Weiss. They are all concerned. I'm lucky to be in such a well-trained team.
"My brain simply shutting down out of sheer exhaustion." I inform her with a sigh of defeat.
"We could always give you cookies!" Ruby offers. "That always wakes me up!"
"Yes, almost to the point of self-annihilation." Weiss murmurs with discontent. "I don't think so."
"Actually, I'm with Ruby." Yang declares. "In fact..." She gets up from our fold-up table and moves to her mini fridge tha
Taser Laser (Concept)Taser Laser (Concept)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s the year 2200. Most of the world has been overtaken by the technological age, though many intelligent human beings live peacefully on earth. 15 year old Jason Terrell is an orphaned schoolboy, but despite his obvious intelligence and charm, his red eyes made him off-putting.
One afternoon when walking back home from school, he becomes a victim of a very nasty hover-car crash. Jason survives the crash, but his arms are mangled and must be amputated.
However, instead of just leaving the arms as they are, they are replaced with mechanical arms which the hospital orders from the military. Following a quick healing, thanks to Jason's rare blood type, Terrell was subjected to robotic surgery, where the mechanical arms were installed to replace his formerly paralysed arms. They also managed to save enough of his nervous system to attach to his new arms, so that he could move them as he would fleshy arms.
Following surgical operations, and after making
The Incredible Hulk Nightmare (Updated 18/02/2014)The Incredible Hulk Nightmare (Updated 18/02/2014)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Incredible Hulk Nightmare.
My name is Chris Harvey, I'm 13 years old. I live in Peterborough with my single father Christian, and I am diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. As with many children like me, I had my dreams. Most of my dreams were good, but of course, there were the occasional bad ones too...particularly in the night. You know that feeling when your mortal body falls asleep, but your mind is still wide awake? Doesn't everybody sometimes wish that they could enter their own little dream world and never come back? I suppose though, it depends on what kind of world you are thinking of. In this case however, the dream world I was going to imagine, wasn't to be a good one.
~ ~ ~
Anyway. There I was, snuggled up under the covers one Saturday at midnight. The sky was pitch black, the moon was high, and there were no clouds. I was dressed in my night garments under the covers, which consisted of a cotton red long-s
An Idiot's Guide to GrammarAn Idiot's Guide to Grammar4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
1. Study Finds Sentences Contain Actual Words!
YES: This is a beautiful picture. You did an excellent job!
NO: OMG!! sooo pwetty!
You can only get away with this if your name happens to be Elmer Fudd. If your name is Elmer Fudd, go back to hunting wabbits; you're not much more successful as an author.
2. If I say "thank you," the appropriate response is "you're welcome," NOT "your welcome." Please stop making this mistake. Your grammar is the reason I drink.
3. Most web-browsers come with a built-in spell check. If you post a misspelled word (especially in a comment), you really weren't paying attention to what you said at all, and it probably would have been better for you to stay silent. (See 9.)
4. If you're going to use emoticons, you can just as easily use the deviantART emoticons. If you don't know the commands for some of the more original ones, find a friend's profile and click on "Send a Note." Down at the bottom right hand corner of the new message box, there's a link that sa
Fate's IronyA wisp of dying smoke writhes through the dawn. Briefly flitting before my blood-filled vision, it swills my senses in acridness.Fate's Irony11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I pause. And take a deep breath, filling my cracked lungs to their screeching brim. The smoke stings; perhaps this will be the last breath I can withstand. But I don't care. In my mind, I reach out and out, towards the pain, because it means to me only one thing: victory.
It started with the end.
"I'm glad you're here."
He didn't smile back; he usually did. I clapped his back; he didn't react. Instead, he breathed tremulously out into the frosty, night air.
"What's the matter?" He didn't look at me. No, he couldn't look at me; he was avoiding my gaze like…like a man ashamed of something.
"Thanil, look at me." If my blood brother couldn't even look at me, what did that mean? "Thanil!" He finally turned round and looked mildly surprised to see me there, as if he'd only just heard my anxious voice right next to his ear.
"What's the matter?"
Will and Testament, RevisedWill and Testament, Revised11 years ago in Humor More Like This
Why is death always associated with sorrow? Why should it be? Look at Irish Catholics. When one of theirs dies, they leave the coffin open in the reception area, serve up lots of food & drink, & imbibe until they make righteous fools of themselves. They've got something there & we could all learn a thing or two from them. I sure have & so I've been thinking of ways to make my inevitable passing an event of merriment & good cheer. Here are a few ideas:
1. A tape player hooked up to 2 or more small speakers, with the CD player on top of the coffin & the speakers placed all around it, facing toward the mourners. It would be one of those special tape players that use long-play cassettes that go for 2 hours or more. There would be at least 2 cassettes & on each one would be my voice. I'd get to say things to people that I've wanted to say all my life but never got the chance. Once the mourners start walking up to the coffin, the funeral director can hit the play button. At that point
The Epic Chronicles of....Setting:The Epic Chronicles of....6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Two guys are lost in the desert. With the blazing sun frying what sanity they have left. The two men trek over the dunes.
Thus beginning The Epic Chronicles of Phil and Carl...and the Talking Twig.
Phil: (exhausted) Carl!
Carl: (exhausted) Yes, Phil?
Phil: We have been lost in the desert for a week now.
Carl: Yeah, so?
Phil: (angry) It's All your fault!
Carl: (disgusted) Oh, really! I suppose you losing the map is my fault!
Phil: I think the sun has fried the last of your braincells! You lost the map!
Carl: Have you gone nuts! You had the map! You also had the water!
Phil: Oh! I apologized for that, i was thirsty!
Carl: And the food!
Phil: I told you, a bear stole the food!
Carl: Yeah! A bear stole our food, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT!
Phil: NO! We were in a forest!
Carl: We were never in a forest!
Phil: Yes, we were!
Carl: When in the last week, no EVER, has there been a forest in the desert?
Phil: You calling me a liar!?
Carl: Yes! I am calling you a liar!
Twig: Guys! Guys!