My 100 Theme Challenge1. HeroMy 100 Theme Challenge4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
4. Lock and Key
18. I. cant.
21. No way out
22. The old days
24. Come ON!
28. After A Battle
30. Original Character
35. Do not disturb
41. Under Water
46. During A Battle
49. Upside Down
51. In the rain
54. Keeping a secret
58. No Color
64. Dinner for two
65. What If....
70. End of the World
72. House on the hill
73. Thank you
WhatitISandWhatitAIN'TWhatitISandWhatitAIN'T5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Let me start out by saying what this essay is not:
This essay is not an expression of my opinions on Daily Deviations, deviantArt's system of choosing Daily Deviations, or whether or not I think certain Daily Deviations 'deserve' to be Daily Deviations. I'm using them as examples because they are generally the most talked about art works here on dA, and seem to be one of the biggest places where people misuse the term 'constructive criticism.'
This essay is not advocating the phrase "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say it at all." If you continue reading, you'll get a more in-depth explanation of just what I mean when I say that; if you don't, please just know that this essay isn't encouraging this particular policy.
This essay is not the end-all-be-all of constructive criticism. It's merely a collection of my own observations and thoughts on the subject, although I would like to think that I have a fairly well informed opinion on the subject,
There Stands the GrassDuring my youth, I frequently traveled the world, sightseeing in the most exotic places. Few people can boast about having visited far-off and unheard of lands such as Oman, Kosovo and Swaziland. Traveling and exploring different countries became a passion, one that I enjoyed doing to no end. My reasons for getting such unprecedented joy from seeing the deepest parts of the world are my own, but I can only imagine being anywhere aside from home would give me pleasure. I have visited countries that some men have never even heard of, not even in their wildest dreams, but of all the experiences I’ve had and of all the people I’ve met, there is one event that I will never forget.There Stands the Grass2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was on a guided safari tour in Kenya, in the Hell’s Gate National Park, which received its name from the steep cliffs that opened up like a demon’s jaws. Was I wrong for going there in the first place? Well, no sane person should ever venture to a place called Hell’s Gate. I was wit
A Lullaby for AlessaA Lullaby for AlessaA Lullaby for Alessa5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rest, sweet child.
Your pain will end soon.
You were such a beautiful flower,
but they never allowed you to bloom.
Rest, sweet child,
and let your tears finally run dry.
I promise paradise is near,
theres no reason for you to cry.
Rest, sweet child,
for the end is coming near.
Theres no reason for you to cry anymore,
your paradise is almost here.
So dont cry,
Your pain will end soon.
The time has come, sweet child,
for your paradise to bloom.
Heaven is in SectionsHeaven is in Sections5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Heaven is in Sections
A Short Story By: PTLX
Judy died on a Tuesday.
This particular Tuesday wasn't anything special-no different from the thousands of other Tuesdays she had lived through-except in the fact that it's the Tuesday she died.
Judy was thirty-four, and had been a reasonably devout Presbyterian since converting from Judaism five years previous to when this story begins. Her father left her mother before she was born, and her mother died after seeing her graduate from high school. She didn't go to college. Instead, she worked at a small diner on Fourth Street for a few years, then upgraded to a nice restaurant on Pine Avenue. As far as she was aware her only family was her pet lizard, Chocko, and maybe the stray cat that perched on her windowsill and watched her eat a medium meat lover's pizza on Saturday nights.
Judy hated that cat, and christened it Liam one Saturday after a particularly messy break-up with her now ex-boyfriend of the same name.
Liam was, of course, not ar
TwilightI must admit to having read and liked all four of the Twilight books. However, the books have since been ruined by obsessive fangirls also known as Twitards. Yes, the Twitards who have denigrated into this macabre cult worshipping at the feet of Stephanie Meyer. "I'm in love with Edward/ Jacob/ my own self-indulgence" proclaim most of the 'Tards; forever cementing in my mind gross images of *insert character here* and *insert self-proclaimed dumbass here*. Meyer herself even knew these kinds of criticisms were coming. She said in an interview with MTV thatTwilight5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
'You see the punch coming; that doesn't mean it's not going to hurt when it hits." Of course it will hurt her feelings that her wet dream boyfriend of the "perfect marble" features and zero personality is getting slammed. There is even a ludicrous petition circulating the internet asking people to sign up for the injustice against Stephanie Meyer and her "marvelous" books. Appare
My Visit to Silent Hill -1-Silent Hill...a place that was meant to be a paradise...Tranquility...Serenity...the perfect place for a vacation. That is, until the ritual...after all that had gone wrong, it left the small town in a cursed and forsaken state. A demon homed town lined with blood and rust and hidden in ash. And overtime, a handful of people have wandered into the mist, and even fewer returned. The most well known accounts were of Harry Mason, the father searching for daughter Cheryl in the town's alternate school and amusement park, James Sunderland, widowed husband relearning his past. Heather Mason, unknowing about who she really is and stopping the curse placed upon her, and Henry Townshend, trying to escape from a cursed room. At least, those are the accounts for gamers...My Visit to Silent Hill -1-5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...as they were for myself. Sadly, I needed to wait longer than most to be able to play. I never owned a PlayStation One, so Silent Hill One wasn't in my possession until the PS2, although I didn't even own one until the PS3 was
OCD When you wake up, the first thing on your mind is the one thing you don't want there. You got rid of it last night, now it's back. You ignore it, weary, drag yourself out of bed.OCD6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You check your e-mail. Again.
Silent Hill NurseNo one no one can HEAR you- hear you-no one can- NO ONE CAN hear you NO one CAN hear- hear- hear you... hear you no ONE CAN HEAR YOU- no one no one no one no one no one can hear youSilent Hill Nurse5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In my head in my head always in my head I hear it
No one can hear.
No one can scream.
Can you hear me
no one can
no</i> one can hear
no one you can you cant you can scream.
In my eyes my eyes always in my eyes I see it.
Cant scream cant see cant hear can touch can touchtouchtouch be touchedtouchedtouched by who by him by her by them by us by me by it.
My sisters moan and shiver beside me, I moan and shiver in response. We moan and shiver together. My back spasms and I arch and I accidently touchtouchtouch the sister beside me an
WoodyxBo - Their final nightShe stood absolutely still. A perfect porcelain statue. Her golden curls resting on her slender neck, and her pale pink bonnet perched on top of her beautiful hair. She clutched her Shepherd's Crook in her smooth hands, her cheek elegantly resting against the hook in a demure fashionWoodyxBo - Their final night5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One couldn't tell by looking at her, but Bo was listening intently to the conversation going on not a foot away from where her lamp sat on Molly's bedside table. It was 9:42 and Mom was tucking Molly into bed.
"Honey, can you think of anything else that you want to sell at the yard sale tomorrow?" Mom asked. "What about Mrs. Potato Head?"
"No!" Molly said quickly. "I want to keep her. Besides, Andy keeps her in his toy box."
"Okay," Mom conceded. She glanced around. "What about your Bo Peep lamp?" She suggested. "You just got a new one from your aunt."
Molly looked regretfully at the lamp sitting on her bedside table. "Alright." She said softly.
"Okay." Mom said. She kissed Molly's forehead. "I'll come for
my personal love triangle.i know that if i wanted to i could stop everything and fall apart, i could tell the ground to stop falling out from under me and the sky to stop sending clouds. i can hear the snoring of the minds around me and at times all i want to do is shout "wake up! pleasefortheloveofgod, wake up!"my personal love triangle.5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
but none of them will listen.
i try my best, but my best is not enough. i am not pure. i am not sure what i am. i not sure what i even want to be.
there is a boy twenty feet away from me that a year ago today i would have died for. thirty feet in another direction there is a boy that two years ago gave me my first dose of the drug known as "heartbreak". it is an addictive substance.
i cut the anklet off. i still instinctively cringe when i take off tight jeans, trying not to snag the string. then i think about how strange it is that the reason i'm so sad has nothing to do with you.
i hope that you're okay. i didn't have time to change things before i left to relive past glory, so i still get cl
Dragon Smiles: EntriesCONTESTDragon Smiles: Entries6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's a dragon in my head,
And he's watching me and smiling,
And for sure I do not like this,
For he's thinking of me dying,
There's a selkie just behind,
And she sets my belly roiling,
And although I block my ears,
Her laughter there's no foiling,
There are bane-sidhes in my dreams,
And I'm really getting nervous,
For we all know what they mean,
And they like to sing in chorus,
And the pixies skip round me,
Whenever I dare look away,
Poking, pinching, prodding, prodding,
With fingers sharp and fey,
I wondered how a dragon smiles,
With jaws so full of teeth,
But I can live without knowing,
Of the gullet that lies beneath...
There's a harpy in my eyes
and she's uglier than sin
but she takes a pretty guise
and tempts me from within
The sounds of claws across the glass
Titter softly through my sleep
While dragons breath fogs up the night
As across the road it creeps.
His teeth are so sharp,
OCDIm sorry.OCD7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did you check the blinds?
Did I turn off the toaster?
My hands are dirty.
I cant help it.
Are you sure the door is locked?
but you know we cant leave if the doors not locked
Wheres my pen?
Where did you put it?
It has to be here, or I cant think.
Yes, this spot!
I should go.
Its 8:53 and I go to bed at 10:00.
Yes, every night.
Its not my fault.
I just am.
that I obsess.
DefineDefine2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm a horribly selfish person. In every given situation, I think of how it will benefit me. What I will gain from it. The only reason why I try to keep other's safe is because I don't want to suffer the pain of their loss. It wasn't for love or kindness or any of those angelic things. It was for me. Always for me.
She's the complete opposite. She values other's lives before her own. Many would pertain this as stupidity. And I agree with them. But maybe that's just her nature. She is, after all, an angel.
Perhaps I shouldn't be saying those sorts of things. Seriphelia always hated it when people defined her with her blood. To be completely honest, I used to do just that. Define others by their bloodlines, their species, their social standing.
Elf? High-class prissy know-it-alls who believe beauty is the meaning of life.
Human? A useless species that can't even fend for themselves.
Demon? You're automatically the scum of the universe. Why do you even exist?
To be fair thoug
Silent HillLove, to some unearned,Silent Hill5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Will guide you through a nightmare,
Fuelled by hate and pain.
Run! Run! Guilty man!
Your mind is full of angles,
Sharp with rust and blood.
Memories, long past,
Confront the restless dreamer,
Through a wish, reborn.
Home sweet home, they say.
A room with view and more,
Is yours forever now.
WIR: Stuck on YouFix-it Felix Jr. slowly took another careful step forward across one of the candy-caned branches he was attempting to balance on. Despite their previous accident with the disappearing branch and Nesquik-sand, Sargent Calhoun was practically galloping across the tree.WIR: Stuck on You2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Come on, Fix-it," She hollered way ahead of him. "We don't have all day!"
They were heading for the Hero's Duty ship Wreck-it Ralph had scornfully stolen, rode, and then crashed somewhere in the world of Sugar Rush. Calhoun had mentioned something about a virus ridden cy-bug joining Ralph on his journey, so he knew they had to hurry, but he couldn't help but notice that Calhoun was purposely staying a great distance away from him.
In attempt to catch up with her, Felix zipped forward. He hopped on one branch after another, before one quickly dissipated below his feet. Thinking fast, he hopped onto another branch and sat there a moment to catch his breath.
When he turned to his left, he noticed something growing out of the
Pinestar's Choice: Chapter 8Pinestar's Choice: Chapter 82 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Silence choked the hollow as every cat's gaze bore into Pinepaw. He'd known this moment would come, but he hadn't anticipated how powerful the pain would be to see Goldwing's gaze rip away from his. He knew his father well enough: Goldwing was ashamed of him. He hadn't done anything wrong, technically--and even if it'd been true, more kits for ThunderClan couldn't be terrible, could it?
"StarClan is going to punish us!" Frostpelt yowled. "No apprentice has ever given birth to kits!"
"You have one last chance to admit this is a joke," Foxstar said with a cold tone. "Because if it is, it's gone too far."
"It's not a joke," Larkpaw said.
Murmurs of disbelief rose from the cats, mixed in with wails of horror and disgust. Pinepaw felt like the ground could simply open up and swallow him. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad fate. Goldwing had shrunk back from the meeting, his tail low, and had finally disappeared into the warrior den. He wasn't going to congratulate
We all need HopeI open my post box to find a bundle of letters in black envelopes. My address is written in neat, artistic hand, inked firmly in silver lettering.We all need Hope6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is no return address.
I curl up in an armchair with a cup of tea. With slightly trembling hands I open the first envelope.
I didnt know who to write to, so I wrote to a stranger who might understand me, because you dont know who I am.
You dont know my social security number, my yearly income, the neighborhood I live in and the type of food my cat eats for breakfast.
You dont think you know me before you even said hello.
Hi, Im glad I dont know you. Now I can imagine youre someone strong and amazing.
Needles are bad for the baby, so the doctor said to me. But could either of us live without insulin?
They think they know me. So now, theyre trying to help me. I wonder how long it will take them to kill me.
The baby is kicking. So is
WIR: Fix-it with a laughWreck it Ralph!!!WIR: Fix-it with a laugh2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Title: Fix-it with laughs
Pairing: Felix/Calhoun (Spoilers! I guess)
Warnings: Tickling! PWP
Disclaimer: It's Disney's not mine
Fix-it with a laugh
The arcade was closed for the night and Sgt. Calhoun was doing something she never thought she would do again. Hanging with her loved one.
Felix had jumped over to her game once the arcade doors closed. Calhoun never thought she was one for falling in love again, but this nifty, sweetheart-ed, goof-ball of a handyman proved her wrong.
Currently, her boyfriend was sitting on her lap looking around at her place. It wasn't anything fancy, just a nice couch; which they were occupying, a bed room not four feet away, and a attached kitchen to the living area.
She found it cute how he would have to crane his neck just to look at her small place she called home. His tiny body was just to adorable for her, it was one of the meany reasons she loved him. The other being just how much of a gentlem
Silent Hill: Deserted SoulChapter One: The Begining of DesertionSilent Hill: Deserted Soul5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Eliethyia was Dahlia's twin sister. When they were little, their mother could not tell them apart, but as they aged, their hair deferentiated them. Eliethyia's hair darkened to an almost brown- dishwater brown, while Dahlia's lightened and grew blonder and blonder until it was almost white. Eliethyia also grew slightly taller than Dahlia.
Dahlia was the strange one always. As a little girl, she was facinated by odd things and death while her sister, Eliethyia was facinated with life, but there was one thing they shared intimately, a tie which bonded them, but not forever. Both were telepathic. Dahlia accepted it more while Eliethyia did not. She treated it more like a game and soon stopped listening to her sister messages in her head. And soon it was as if it'd never been.
Eliethyia grew tired of Silent Hill and moved away to Ashfield Heights and moved into an apt. Her Apt. # was 303. Frank Sutherland gave her the key.
A girl had lived here bef
You're important to me: JisbonIt was a late Thursday night. The CBI team had just wrapped up another case, (Of course it was mostly all thanks to Patrick) and everyone was headed home. Well, everyone but Teresa Lisbon. Van Pelt and Cho said their goodnights and followed behind Rigsby who was headed for the elevator. The office was much quieter at night with the exception of murmurs from the people taking nightshift and the occasional phone ringing in the background.You're important to me: Jisbon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
To be honest Teresa hated working late nights, especially after finishing up a case, but ever since Minelli threatened to suspend the entire CBI team for not following his orders (They were just trying to help Patrick) Teresa had been trying hard not to irk him. Of course, he knew it was around 1 in the morning and he also knew she must be exhausted after the hard day, but his orders as soon as the team got back was for her to finish up a stack of papers and help with some files. She agreed, gritting her teeth the whole time. Teresa sighed; this was her
In Silent HillIn Silent Hill...In Silent Hill6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Enter this town, so quiet and eerie,
where the fires of hatred still burn far below.
Tell us dear, why have you come,
or who have you lost that brought you here?
Don't be ashamed, we do not discriminate,
for all are welcome...in Silent Hill.
The wailing siren sounds,
the darkness creeps forth, and with it others.
Gruesome creatures, lurching forward,
writhing and festering upon this fallen ground.
Faces in the dark, vanishing with the light,
and coming again with their veil of shadows.
Inhuman sounds, once voices, but no more,
now screaming from endless torture.
The sound of grinding metal,
a hulking form lumbers through the narrow halls.
As the walls all melt and bleed away,
leaving twisted wire frames behind.
He drags his blade behind him,
Helpless - A Rise of the Guardians OneShotHelpless - A Rise of the Guardians OneShot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Rise of the Guardians OneShot by Cameco aka. SerenePhenix
Read all the other OneShots from the Recollection Series first.
Sophie steered the car into an empty place on the parking lot and swiftly turned off the engine. For a moment she waited, staring ahead at the brick building closed off behind a silvery and intricate gate.
Her breath condensated inside the car. It wasn’t that much of a surprise, seeing with whom she was travelling.
Turning around and leaning an arm over the back rest of her seat she looked at the person sitting next to her in the passenger’s seat. Her green eyes shone bright with worry and bottled up emotions.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“He might not recognize you.”
“I know that.”
For a split second the woman with graying hair seemed hesitant before adding: “He might not see you.”
That thought pained both of them in so many different ways, it would
Memories of Walter SullivanMemories of Walter Sullivan10 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Every hour of every day, all I thought of was my mother. I longed to be held by her and to be loved like all the other children. They were so lucky. I watched Eileen walking with her mother, holding her hand, not a care in the world. I dreamed once that it was my hand her mother was holding and her happy smile shining upon me instead. Oh how I didn't want to wake from that dream. My mother was always one step away from my grasp. I knew she was there somehow, standing in front of that door, or watchin it from the building across the street, I could feel her presence. When I was taken away to that house, I felt mother slip away. I cried. The adults were always busy teaching me and at the time they were so silly. I just wanted to go home, to be with mother. One day I talked with a certain woman and she showed me a way I could be with my mother again. I was happy. I worked hard and ignored all the pain for it seemed like nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Twenty one. Thats all it wo