My Only SunshineThe chair creaked and groaned as if crying out for an unrequited answer. Anna ceased her relentless rocking, unaware of how long she had actually been sitting there. A slight memory of a crackling fire burned through her mind as the frigid cold took hold of her immediate thought. "The fire " She murmured to herself, "It's gone out."
As if expecting a reaction from the nearby furniture, she paused a moment, contemplating the last few minutes of intense thought that had made her let the flames die. Excusing her momentary lapse, she managed to bundle up the fabric of her dress and make her way towards the last bits of wood that would keep her warm this Christmas Eve. Placing her small frail hands on the logs of oak sitting next to the fireplace, she took in the fresh smell - one that had once enveloped her handmade home with fragrance and constant comfort. It had faded, along with the fire.
Finishing her chore, Anna gathered up the bottom of her dress, and sighed with the creaking of
Dear Daddy's GirlDear Naive 15,Dear Daddy's Girl2 years ago in Adult More Like This
You're ignorant as Hell.
You dress in baggy blue jeans, wear an oversized hoodie every day, and never let your hair down. Students at school, and even your mom, think you're gay… and you don't even know.
All of your classmates blame you for a burn book that circulated after that Mean Girls movie. Everyone thinks you're a jealous bitch and secretly they mock you. How can you not see that?
Your teachers are all positive that you cut yourself and that you're always on drugs. Even now you have no idea why they ask you to take your jacket off during class. Could it be that you always wear long sleeves?
It's okay, sweetheart. I had to find out the hard way, too.
Right now you're probably wishing your dad was home. He's the only one that will read your stories and tell you how creative you are. You don't have to beg him to watch movies with you, and he'll listen to your favorite songs without calling you suicidal. Right now, living wi
Original PlagiaristsWelcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...Original Plagiarists2 years ago in Art Features More Like This
How To Be
... and for the Hell of it, the fictional fiction writer himself,
Richard Castle, will be hosting this article's .gifs.
belonging or pertaining to the origin or beginning of something.
new; fresh; inventive; novel.
arising or proceeding independently of anything else.
capable of thinking or acting in an independent, creative, or individual manner.
created, undertaken, or presented for the first time.
We're gonna be honest here, you guys. As touchy as the subject may be - it needs to be brought up, and [even more], it n
Ghost Stories Lit. Contest UPDATE: CONTEST CLOSED. Total number of entries: 28! Thank you everyone that entered! Please allow the judges until Friday, November 7th, 2014 to read all the entries and choose the winners!Ghost Stories Lit. Contest3 months ago in Deviant Events More Like This
It's October 1st.
And OfOneSoul, IrrevocableFate, DreamingAutumn, & DrippingWords
are proud to announce their next Lit. Contest...
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:iconpetpetplz: <--------- THIS is us.
No time to be scared, lovelies! It's time to write.
Although the "Bestest Friend Contest" that IrrevocableFate & DreamingAutumn headed up together has yet to end, we're just TOO<
It's the ApocalypseRed sensors rotated and his gears resonated within him.It's the Apocalypse2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He could hear the mass silence that echoed endlessly;
no wind wafting through trees or horns blaring…
- only ghosts.
He sensed the crunch of metal and rust grinding
and the clank of disused limbs popping into place.
The mechanics of his body had forgotten basic processes…
- and he felt ancient.
Saved recordings worked through his hard-drive like memories
reminding him of times with oceans of cities, flocks of humans,
and towers so tall he could stand next to them and be called…
The lenses of his eyes fluttered and a new world was upon him;
the sun shone so brightly, alloy sweated from his torso
and the sharp sand beneath his feet grated
- and he began to erode.
The Earth was not as he had left it…
- with farms of humans and armies of titans like himself
who worked to save their creators from their own destruction.
He paced the wasteland they had sought to prevent
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READ THE FOLLOWING RULES CLEARLY
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Submerged in Swan LakeSubmerged in Swan Lake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swans and wings are floating by
on a breeze imbued with jasmine and
willows outstretching their arms in welcome.
Through deep breaths he arrives
plunged in murky, pungent water.
A quiet whisper, and he prays -
"Please... may I linger here?"
Willows lower their arms
and jasmine falls to the Earth
where the wind dies and finally rests.
The crows are cawing hymns,
begging to be swans.
But only the duck submerged in Swan Lake
has delved the desired shore.
Its waters dangerous and plagued
by monsters baring their teeth;
most ghastly and putrid they are
that no crow may ripple its surface
nor any songbird seeking beauty fair.
The Swan Maidens bare their chests
and open their wings in veneration -
for the duck has sought beauty through courage
and earned his guise of grace and virtue.
DisillusionedDisillusioned2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never accept rides from hillbilly truck drivers in the middle of nowhere."
"Where are you headed?" Abigail questioned playfully. Even though she was a few years older than October, it seemed to make her more reckless than wise. Before the driver had the chance to wheeze whatever location in Kansas he was headed to, October yanked the sultry temptress to
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;The Bride of Atlas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
A strong and broken man.A strong man is defined by his vows,A strong and broken man.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he had bled for his.
Years could not age what he had swore,
and she wished he had sworn for her.
A captain of honor and virtue
damaged by his hope.
She struggled with his obsession
and grew jealous of it.
Was she not worthy of his regard?
Not a symbol for adulation?
Could she not tempt a loving word,
or even break the skin?
The stronger the man the worse the break,
and what was he if not broken?
Hope had scarred but did not mend
the loss he bore on his back.
She felt his eyes recede
and knew he thought of her.
A woman that had won his strength
and lost it to his ambition.
A man who loved so purely
it reflected in his crimes.
He felt the loss so deeply
it imbedded in his skin.
She never knew herself
to crave a hopeful man.
But she loved him for his vow,
and wanted him to break it.
The Doctors In"He's probably dead," Roger exclaimed as the two kittens giggled mischievously behind him.The Doctors In2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Krystal and Amanda had arrived at Coleman Park appropriately attired for the evening. Their previously decided-upon costumes seemed much sexier in person than when Roger was helping them choose outfits at Wal-Mart. Being the edgy person that he was, he had politely declined their offer of buying a disguise for him. He had never celebrated the holiday, and instead purchased a t-shirt that furthered his rebelliousness with bright yellow text that read, 'I don't do costumes.'
His head down and his hands in his pockets, he paced himself up the paved hill that lead to the local, haunted legend. Krystal swung her faux tail playfully and adjusted the large black ears that wouldn't stay in her curly hair despite the obscene amounts of hairspray she had employed. Amanda clicked her heels across the ground. She sprinted in front of Roger and slowed to a smooth strut seemingly fo
The Bonds of LoveLover to lover,The Bonds of Love2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
but I am your prisoner;
chained up in the dark.
Love Me DeadLove Me Dead3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's that time once again.
The preparation and planning has been glorious. Though it is the same record I've played over and over for millennia beyond millennia, it is no longer broken. I have managed to ripen the mix and stir until it is an entirely new recipe. As petite and distastefully helpless as this form is, I am still an animal and can enjoy my bestial instincts that allow me to suffer pleasure in my kill.
So unappealing is this fragile form humans bare, however; to pity them is to offer a luxury they do not deserve. Their flaws and weaker forms aside, there is work to be done. One paw upon his chest; my nose to his; a single breath and his soul is mine to harbor.
Beatrix kicked the aging envelopes aside as she attempted to leap across the unwelcoming welcome mat. Her unnatural perfectionism beginning to overwhelm her, she knelt down as she stepped into the house, folding wads of unopened mail beneath her arms. She scoffed angrily
The Dragon's HordeTales tell of the wretched beast who greedily hid his horde;The Dragon's Horde2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the wealth of his father's father lain deep in forgotten caves.
Many traveling bards grew weary of unfinished tales
of who would brave the mountain and the monster who guarded the gate.
He had never slain a dragon nor held a trace of gold,
but fables were born from truth and poor he should be no more.
The climb had left him bloody and scarred, but the cave was in his midst.
In his weary eyes could see a golden gleam of treasure assured.
He entered the fazing darkness on tremulous faith alone
with nothing but his dirty hands and subtly breaking limbs.
No light from within but what shown from without
exposed the truth of the myth for which he would suffer.
A sleeping dragon slumbered upon dust and hollow bones;
glory-seekers decaying into the monster's ghastly nest.
Ensnared in giant scales and thick wings of red veins
was the tint of flush
Winter Storms"I know I shouldn't."Winter Storms2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Thor stared at the metal grates beneath his feet. His armor had grown heavy since the Avengers' victory against the alien invasion. Now that a war was prevented, he had to face his inner battle. Would he risk losing his brother again?
He sat in the back of the armored hummer provided by S.H.I.E.L.D, ignoring the trace blonde hairs that fell around his face. In a way, he hoped they hid his indecision. He brushed his hand against the side of his chin, relishing in the familiar sound of his stubble scratching his callused palms.
A low, muffled scoff resonated from the other side of the vehicle. Thor leaned back against the vibrating walls of the steel-clad car and stared sorrowfully into two fuming, green eyes. A storm was thundering overhead, causing the hummer to jolt and swerve uncontrollably. Still, it was perhaps the only moment he and Loki would have before facing Odin's judgment. Thor eyed the metallic, vented mask that covered the bottom half of
deviantARTing: CommissionsWelcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...deviantARTing: Commissions4 months ago in Art Features More Like This
Keep on deviantARTing!
... and for the Hell of it, Thorgeous and Sexki will be hosting this article's .gifs.
performing an action involving or within the deviantART community.
supporting fellow deviants.
submitting or appreciating art on this glorious website
reading delicious articles written by deviants with too much time on their hands.
The object of my article, keep on deviantARTing, is to explain certain aspects of devianART that sometimes get muddled or some may not fully understand. I have become rather adept at commissioning others and felt that my
The Narrative Kind of Lit.Welcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...The Narrative Kind of Lit.4 months ago in Art Features More Like This
Kind of Lit.
If you support this article or were featured in it, feel free to advertise ClefairyKid's awesome stamp!
... and in accordance with my well-known disorder, .giflovingmania,
everyone's favorite narrating TV Show character, DEXTER, will be hosting this article's .gifs.
... he's so yummy, but usually covered in blood. Which is cool. Sort of.
a spoken or written account of connected events; a story.
"the hero of his modest narrative"
in the form of or concerned with narration.
"a narrative poem"
So, if you haven't figured it out yet... this is a feature article specializing in the
Welcome to the Llama Party!If you're reading this journal, you're cordially invited to my...Welcome to the Llama Party!3 months ago in Deviant Events More Like This
In my "last journal" I revealed this upcoming party with no clues as to what it would involve. All I revealed is that it would include prizes such as & Premium Memberships. What I did ask of you was to answer this poll. The question?
What is your favorite number between 1 and 10? And why?
This was in fact the first "contest". I perused the comments and chose the number I will be using in the party based on the entrant's reason. And the winner of the first prize, 100 , is...
- with their comment:
"I like 6.
Ever since I started learning numbers in school, and math,
Favorite Favorites: Issue #1This is a feature that I meant to start one year agoFavorite Favorites: Issue #12 months ago in Art Features More Like This
when I first commissioned ValaSedai to make this gorgeous stamp...
You may use this stamp if you
support the article or were
featured in it.
The entire concept of this article was to show off the favorite favorites of my collections and the collections of others. I wanted to provide people with another opportunity to show a deviation that really touched and/or impressed them support when DDs are just beyond our reach.
Each article will feature the collections of 3 deviants. For this first issue I've chosen three very special deviants who I know have great tastes. I will pick 3 literature pieces and 3 visual pieces from their collections to feature here (as well as 3 of my own).
Stay tuned at the end of the article to see how you can help me for future issues. Let'
Zombie RomanceZombie Romance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cannot remember the last time I cried,
flooded and broken my eyes turn inside.
Still there's no beat, lifeless breathing aside;
the last breath of me has finally died.
A nameless face now ruptures my thoughts,
a memory of which I found I have not.
Claiming my love, in his arms I am caught;
a feeling of hunger embedded, grows hot.
He screams a name without any soul.
I sense the place; once a heart, now a hole.
He falls to the ground, death taking its toll;
struggling to stand, his hands reach their goal.
Clutching my face, he pulls me close,
my mouth inches forward, grotesque and morose.
My eyes staring hungrily, he smiles in hope;
his love has now proven stronger than most.
Retrieving a memory, with nothing to say,
I've now grown confused, and push him away.
He clings to my body, his back merged with clay;
forced towards a wall, he stares with dismay.
A name is remembered through hunger and pain,
water creeps to my eyes, still dry and blood-stained.
A memory of love and romance when
CLOSED: Micro Colour Contest!Wowowow, what an amazing few weeks of entries! The Micro Colour Contest is now officially over, with 106 wonderful entries from over 70 different deviants!!! Thank you all so much for participating. chromeantennae and I have our work cut out for us! I'll see you all in the results journal!CLOSED: Micro Colour Contest!5 months ago in Deviant Events More Like This
Keep an eye out for the results... Coming Soon!
You're all amazing.
GUEST JUDGE ANNOUNCEMENT:
Okay, so this is a pretty cool update. Instead of just me staring blankly at all of your incredible entries and having NO IDEA who to pick, I'm bringing in the big guns!
Please welcome the incomparable chromeantennae,
who is joining me as a Special Guest Judge!
I consider Ricky to be one of my closest friends, and one of my favourite poets here on deviantArt. He has a wonderful eye for the incredible, and I'm sure he'll be super great help with the (daunting) task of judging your fantastic work! Here are just a few words
Bestest Friend ContestCONTEST IS NOW OPEN!Bestest Friend Contest3 months ago in Deviant Events More Like This
BESTEST FRIENDS ARE AWESOME.
In celebration of my bestest friend DreamingAutumn coming to visit me, we've decided to host a contest! The premise of this contest will be simple, write something to your best friend! It could be anything! Maybe you want to write them a letter telling them how much you care, or a write piece dedicated to them. Maybe you want to write about your favorite memory, your silliest moment, or that time you both laughed so hard your sides hurt because one of you did the Six Little Ducks Dance from Barney. ANYthing!
Want to donate something? Feature, points, pm, a print, something you made? Note either IrrevocableFate or DreamingAutumn. Or donate straight to RainbowMonkeh! If you donate a prize you're still eligible to enter and win!
All Hallow's Tales Contest 2014 - CLOSEDTHIS CONTEST IS CLOSED TO ENTRIES!All Hallow's Tales Contest 2014 - CLOSED3 months ago in Personal Journal More Like This
See the Entry Gallery for the creepifying entries as the judges take up chainsaws and set to work.
THANK YOU to all entrants and photography donors for making this one special!
This contest is generously sponsored by prize donors and:
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Ghouls and Ghasts and ne'er do wells, welcome once again to the LaBORatory for our annual celebration of prosaic chills in this, the season of all things spooky.
Have you ever ran across a photo, perhaps lying on the sidewalk, or tucked between the pages of the family Bible, a photo so strange that your mind just couldn't help but to form a story around it?
Dear writer, let this contest be the dusty attic, the abandoned parking lot, the spooky junk store with stacks of forgotten photos just waiting to have their story told. That, d
Ye Pirate Tales (Talk Like a Pirate Day!) 1 week left, don't forget to send me a note with your entry!Ye Pirate Tales (Talk Like a Pirate Day!)3 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
Entries are starting to come in now and will be stored in the contest folder for all to see! Can't wait to see the entries roll in!
Behold me literary feather-bearers, how fair ye in on a week where we celebrate talking like yon pirate? It's time we took the celebrations to a new level and test ye wits in a tourney!
To pit ye writers against each other, we arr asking for your best pirate legend. Give us a tale of mystery, of cunning and wit- be it stupendous or just plain stupid. We're looking for humour and exaggeration, we want intrigue and excitement- do ye think you can do it? Then lets hear ye!
September 19th is International Talk Like a Pirate Day