Deception[10.12.07; 7:12 pm]Deception8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Many are being decieved
And their number increases rapidly
Desires of the worldly origin, mislead
Entices several to self-idolatry
But they seem not to care
Yielding continuously to the calls of the flesh, they dare
Turning way from God's instruction
Hence, taking a step closer to destruction
Enemies will greatly rejoice!
Man, as long as their camouflage remains
A tempter's job will be no maze
Sneaking into their prey's hearts, they are very capable
Their old and tested strategy is plain and simple
Embrace the Church's teaching
Rather than to oppose and to end up weeping
Of course, they won't give up easily
Father of Lies is still as cunning as he could be
Devised a well-crafted fusion, the so called "Christianization"
Incorporated his false teachings and created division
Since in mortal things, many invested
Guess they w
mirame.-Mírame a los ojos y dime que no sientes nada por mí.mirame.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-No siento absolutamente nada por ti.
-Oye, ¿qué esperabas? Vienes aquí, paras el ascensor y me acorralas en plan película esperando que diga que sigo locamente enamorada de ti y que nunca he podido olvidarte. Chico, yo qué quieres que haga, habértelo pensado antes.
-...¿de verdad se ha acabado? ¿En serio ya no hay esperanza para nosotros?
-Je. Cariño... nunca ha habido un nosotros, tú lo dejaste bien claro desde el principio. Ahora, ¿puedes apartarte del cuadro de botones y dejarme llegar hasta mi piso? Porque a este paso se me van a caducar los yogures.
adversityfaith without challenge is not faithadversity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
love without tension is a wraith
of a ghost of a passion, untested.
I am pale and sick and lay alone,
but you have sworn greater stand
and I will lay alone in your name.
be well and strong, hurry back,
but do not short shrift that which requires
your attention and your focus.
I will wait, I promised. I do not wait
to keep the promise, but I promised
so you would know that I would wait.
patiently? as best as I can, like a man
who has tasted honey and then has none.
but content the feast will return.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
lighthouseI want to be your lighthouselighthouse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to stand alone
in the darkest storms that threaten
to break your every bone
and throw you up upon the reefs
your sails all ripped to shred
I want to be your lighthouse
and defy the raging dread
of the past and all its thunder
the liars and the lost
who just wanted to be with you
no matter what the cost
to your vanity and sanity
your sanctity and joy
crushing you beneath their fury
like a child's ocean liner toy.
I want to be your lighthouse.
I want to stand for you
I want to be held aloft the light
that you can follow, to get through.
I want to be your lighthouse.
I want to be relief
from the terrors that consume
your sleep in black and burning grief.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
I Think You're Sort Of...The light bounced off her features, as her long slender legs bounced up the stairs of her high school. She was only 16 but some how had managed to win the states modelling championships and would be heading off to start her new career as soon as she finished year 11. Her parents thought it was a waste of her talent, but really she couldn't help it that she was blessed with beauty and brains.I Think You're Sort Of...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small gust of wind crept past lifting her dress somewhat. The boys would stare and point at her from afar, but nobody had the guts to come and talk to her. It wasn't her fault she had better then average looks. Really all she wanted was a boyfriend, a nice one at that. Nobody would take the chance. The fear of being rejected kept her alone. The other girls didn't want to speak to her and the only friends she had managed to get, were so jealous of her stealing away the modelling contract that they too had no time for her.
She headed towards her class, looking down to avoid the other students eyes.
At FaultAt Fault4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"They were just children!" Elwing shrieked, viciously pushing her cousin away.
"Elwing " Celeborn attempted to console his young relative, but she refused to be comforted.
"You left them! You left and now they're gone." The young elith collapsed on the ground, sobbing. She clutched her stomach, fighting the physical agony which assailed her. Agony and guilt. She should have been there. She should have made certain her brothers were following. She should not have left them.
The attack happened so fast she could barely separate the jumbled, nightmarish events, but it seemed like slow motion at the time. The elves of Doriath knew that a battle with the sons of Feanor was possible. Elwing's father, King Dior refused to relinquish the silmaril he had inherited from his parents. They were prepared to defend Doriath, but they were not prepared for the savage brutality of the Noldor. The Noldor killed without conscience.
She remembered being kissed by her mother. She remembered her f
Realisation"So let me get this right" TJ sighed as she sat up from the sofa, looking at her friend in the eyes, who was trying very hard to avoid looking back at her. "He uses you as a punch bag, is a total control freak and completely forgets that he has a daughter and only wants to accomplish his own needs, but you still want your daughter to continue seeing him?" she asked in complete disbelief "Oh what a lovely atmosphere that must be." She ended in sarcasm.Realisation5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You don't get it, true he is the worst guy I've meet but Jodie still needs her farther" Ren justified, but winced at the ice cold glare she had received, when back in the day, she could have possibly out done the glare by not even trying. Why was it so hard for people to see that?
"Yhea because that's normal to let your children near you're abusive partner. No sorry husband. Forgot you two were still married" TJ sneered, "Ignorance is a bliss aye"
"Why are you so bitter?" Ren asked quietly. There was only a chilling silence to
FaithThough the sky may beFaith5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
black with storm clouds, I still see
the blue of morning.
to a child molestorfestering in the shadowsto a child molestor5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we all have our bends and twists
but to take them out on children
makes me want to use my fists
and smash you, trash you, crash you,
break you down to my rage.
better you should have taken
your own life than put a child in the cage
where they will suffer, all their days,
of the memories of your disease.
friend and family, loves to come
will have to shoulder your sleaze
and carry the burden you could not,
seek to heal wounds of your festering rot.
William F. DeVault. all rights removed.
White Sunday 71: crestingI will never doubt your sweet elegance,White Sunday 71: cresting5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the grace embraced without a trace of doubt.
I find myself elevated by chance,
a random encounter with life, about
which I had no hope or dream so sublime.
Stay with me for as long as I please you
and I will bend the course of life and time
that I linger long enough to speak true
the words of infinite amomancies.
You are Aphrodite and fates reborn,
the soul of an innocent, if you please,
and the promise of love given and sworn.
I will surrender all I am and more,
a beggar's purse to rise where angels soar.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
ascension.Estaba en el hospital. Había ingresado con una crisis de peritonitis muy grave y habían tenido que operarme de urgencia. Me encontraba en la habitación tras el postoperatorio, enchufada a varias bolsas con soluciones destinadas a mantener mi sangre limpia de infecciones. Aún no era la hora del calmante y el vientre me dolía, pero traté de calmarme. Tenía quince años, ya no era como cuando tenía cinco y podía chillar por el mínimo dolorcillo. Respiré tal como me habían dicho, hondo y rítmicamente. Torcí la cabeza hacia la ventana para observar las luces nocturnas. Siempre me había parecido un espectáculo precioso; me lo sigue pareciendo. Pero esa vez... pasó algo distinto.ascension.5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
¿Alguna vez habéis tenido la sensación de elevaros, de verlo todo desde arriba, cada vez más y más lejano? Yo sí.
Me vi ascendiendo lenta y rápidamente a la vez, contemplando la noche a vista de
White Sunday 57I'll wait for you on the cusp of the night,White Sunday 575 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
see you walk between shadows and the day.
I'll lay with you with passionate delight,
at the dawn, if you'll have me, I will stay.
Often lovers lie even with that word,
blaspheming for a solitary touch.
I am not here for purpose you've not heard
from my lips, testament of just how much
I want to linger into the light, days
becoming nights, becoming years and life.
I want to know you in all earthly ways,
embrace you in the manner of a wife.
And all of this is but one moment's thought,
but one that I know will not be forgot.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
MMPR vs ZyurangerMMPR vs Zyuranger4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Revive, Zyushoken/Birds of a Feather
This is a comparative analysis between the episode "Revive, Zyushoken!" from Zyuranger, and Birds of a Feather from Power Rangers. I'll start lineally between the two episodes.
"Zyushoken" starts out at night where a guard to a building is making his nightly run. He is confronted by an enormous shadow looming over the building, and then looks to see Dragon Caesar walking down the dark street. Dragon Caesar goes to a hill near some power lines and swings his tail at it, knocking over the power lines, sending them crashing upon the hill. The Zyurangers, alerted to this, run to the scene and shout at Caesar, telling him to stop destroying the power lines. Caesar then swings his tail at them in his own way of telling them to back off. Then, it is discovered that there was a Dora monster hiding under the hill, a bird-lizard creature that is controlled by some sort of regenerating heart.
Royal Houses of GondolinName House of the KingRoyal Houses of Gondolin8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Function Bodyguard of the King's family
Traits Wear red, white and gold
Leader Turgon the Wise
Trait King of Gondolin
Bravest warrior in Gondolin
Name House of th
Make Him Breathe- RevisedMAKE HIM BREATHEMake Him Breathe- Revised9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
One AM, New Years Eve. I should be out drinking, getting high playing the role of a normal teenager. But Im in bed, listening to the incessant thump of neighbours music drift and bite at my nerves so much for trying to switch off. The kids next door are always noisy, the kind that are boisterous, and borderline dangerous. So I assume its them when the yelling begins. I cant distinguish actual words, but I recognize the tone of voice; frantic.
I roll over, unwilling to let the sound get to me anyway, it sounds no different to their usual antics. I dont know what goes on beyond the fence; their backyard isnt included in my view. Ive seen the mother, she wears those scarves wrapped around her head, and I especially notice how she wears the same outfit everyday. Ive never seen the father maybe there isnt one. I close my eyes and exhale, but another bout of yelling forces them ope
Hi, my name is...-1-Hi, my name is...-1-5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Hi. My name is Daisy. I'm a pit bull-mix at your local shelter.
I'm really friendly and I love kids! You can adopt me and take me home, if you want!
This place is cold and scary. I don't understand why my family put me in here. I'm a
good dog and I'm always happy. I don't ask for much. All i want is to be loved and to
cuddle. I keep hoping that my family will come back, but i don't think they will. Maybe
you could be my new family! I know i would like that very much! I like to go outside and
play fetch, and do tricks for biscuits! I guess you can say that I'm a real people-
pleaser. Please adopt me. I'm a good dog, and I just want to go home.
DW's Guide on Art CommissionsDwwrider’s Guide on Art Commissions on deviantART (last revised September 2014)DW's Guide on Art Commissions8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This guide is based off of my personal experiences of commissioning artists on deviantART. I hope future art commissioners or artists who take commissions find this information useful. I'll try to update this guide once a year. Please look at the title to see when this was last revised.
DISCLAIMER: ***READ ME PLEASE***
All the information in this guide is a recommendation and results will vary. I wish the very best for the commissioner and the commissioned.
Table of Contents:
Phase 1: Determine the Subject/Topic of the Commission
Phase 2: Search for an Artist on deviantART and Other Websites
Phase 3: Learn about the Artist’s Commission Availability, Rules, Rates, etc
Phase 4: Screen Your Candidates
Phase 5: Communication with the Artist
Phase 6: Developing a Commission Write Up/Description with References
The Immortal Regret.The Immortal Regret.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see upon a hill,
the setting sun, fleeing from the night...
The moon coming above that horizon for the kill,
to rise and banish to darkness all light.
Though time brushes over creation,
I live on, a slave to immortality.
Though I was the choser of my own damnation,
Twas humanity that was the cause of my brutality.
Now the world around me decays,
unlike my flesh and mind...
Time has left my future in a haze,
and the changing world has been unkind.
I see upon a hill, but another slope downward,
where the pointless journey continues on...
unto to no end is my existence forever moving forward
Nostalgia is dead, as my past is forever gone.
The Fountain Part 16Sparrow stared, wide-eyed, wondering if what he saw was true. The old man silently smiled back; there wasn't even a hint of dishonesty in his face. If what he implied was the truth, Sparrow would be looking at his grandfather, The hero of Oakvale. Sparrow was speechless; he didn't know what to say. He didn't even know his name, for none of the texts mentioned it. Instead, they mentioned many titles that stuck with him due to his exploits, particularly, Sabre, Ranger, and Hood. Sparrows arms began to wobble; he was much closer to death than he had ever been before. Fang whined behind Sparrow. Apparently the assassin's hadn't seen him, or they simply didn't want to waste their ammo. Fang dared to venture forth and began to tug on his master's sleeves.The Fountain Part 165 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sparrow couldn't move. The pain coursing through him barely allowed him to remain on his hands and knees. The Hero of Oakvale offered a hand to help Sparrow up. Sparrow lifted his hand, but the crippling pain forced him back down. Fang shov
Pokemon - Sinnoh HistoryIt was a great inconvenience for the only library of particular note in the region to be so far from her home, but gathering information for her magnitudinous quest was all-important. So Cindy was happy to brave the wilds between Celestic Town and the Canalave Library.Pokemon - Sinnoh History5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The quest to perfect the prototype Pokemon Index, gifted to her by Professor Oak, had turned her into a remarkable trainer. Wild Pokemon and anxious trainers jumped out her at every turn, forcing her to become stronger or risk the failure of her mission. After all, if she wasn't strong enough to face the world, she couldn't very well study it.
Some people didn't take losses well, she discovered; one boy in particular, a hyperactive child with messy spikes of blonde hair, a contrast to her carefully straightened strands (that were just as blonde), hounded her whenever he could for a rematch. And lost every time. It made her wonder why he kept trying, and how long he'd