the god that was never therethe god that was never there3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i watched a man speak once. he told of the stars, planets, and people- and how they all came to being. some people say a picture is worth a thousand words, but no one ever gives the worth of words that create images. he created images of blackness- of a non-existent identity.
he told me about the birth and made very clear that it was the only beginning that ever really existed. he said, "the creation of something is the start- and nothing happens before the start. there is no god to shoot a gun or shout, 'go'". there was no time- and time is really the only living thing to this very day.
my head collapses inwards- my eyes explode with small white lights and swirling colors.
i have seen people wearing beige sweaters and carrying meaningless charts, and they always seem to win at life. i see you become one of these people- your dreams are rotten, and your hope is only there as a survival tactic. i used to think that i knew you, and you told me what you thought right.
you spoke about life
Wake UpWake Up3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The shadows are getting longer, the light is getting dimmer. The big light is going to rest, leaving a fiery trail behind it, until the world goes dark and the millions of eyes of the sky begin watching.
Now, it is time to wake up.
The moutains of sand are still warm when they leave their refuge, under the distorted trunk of an old, decrepit tree. The ground - which can look almost as white as the big light under it's hot wrath - is now a blueish purple, and the silver circle, the one that brings the comfort of darkness, takes it's rightful place among the eyes of the sky. It is now that they are active, and when the hunting begins.
They touch each other, in an act of intimacy that is not allowed for anybody else. Making soft calls, they reaffirm their relationship as monogamous partners - in this endlessly vast landscape, there are not many others to mate with anyway. This is their first year together though, and fortunately she is already about to lay her first clutch of eggs. The ha
The Morning FrostThe Morning Frost3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Morning Frost
Men have often come to fear and believe in what they cannot see. This invisible omnipotent force is a driving factor within the existence of man. This ideal motivates man; it creates a feeling of duty and belonging. This ideal can cause great justice, or can blind a man into a blunt instrument.
The Great War had ended in 1918, yet it lingered within my mind. Night after night, I would terrifyingly reminiscence men being shot and their blood being splattered. The scarlet drenched ground in Johannesburg flashed through my subconscious during slumber. The mighty and destructive trenches and the men I had attempted to save. For each man I failed to save, my hair would turn a silvery white hue. Until my head was as silver as the metal itself.
I fell into a great heap of depression and began drinking. The liters of whiskey washed away my sorrow for an hour. The crestfallen pain would damper my disposition for the remaining twenty three and even the omnipotence of alcohol co
OCD for DummiesCHAPTER 1: IS OCD FOR ME?OCD for Dummies11 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
OCD, otherwise known as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, is a suitable condition for those who have problems organising, cleaning or counting. OCD benefits these people, in that it helps them become more organised and clean, and eventually improves counting skills, which is good for those interested in Mathematics. Mothers around the world today praise OCD in turning their grotty teenage children into 1950s housewives in a matter of weeks. If you have a messy, disorganised house, then OCD is for you.
CHAPTER 2: HOW DO I GET OCD?
OCD results in a lack of seratonin production in the brain. Seratonin is found in bananas, so if you wish to get OCD end the consumption of all bananas as soon as possible. If you have a passion for bananas, and can't give them up, don't worry. People with OCD often get eating disorders, so you won't crave them for long. If you are trying to give OCD to your pet monkey, this can be somewhat problematic, but it is possible to trick the mo
The Passionate Angel - Part 1The Passionate AngelThe Passionate Angel - Part 17 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The stars glittered across the night sky as the lunar light shined down upon Jacob and Angelica. They were sitting atop the peak of Beacon Hill on the soft, cool grass. It had grown colder since they first got there a half-hour ago which is why Jacob had his jacket wrapped around Angelica in addition to his own arms. It was silent since people rarely traveled this area which gave the couple the privacy that they so desired.
Stop that, said Angelica, giggling as Jacob nibbled gently on her neck. He slowly moved up her neck, kissing her neck as he rose and began nibbling gently on her ear. I said stop, she said again, still giggling. Jacob stopped and let his head rest beside Angelicas, his arms still holding her tightly in his arms. There was silence for a few seconds and then Angelica turned her head to face Jacob.
FreedomWhat is freedom?Freedom3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Freedom is being able to do whatever you want, without gaining any undesirable effects.
Freedom is a simple paradox, something impossible that we constantly seek. Is freedom that is constrained still freedom, or is it imprisonment?
If we live within a world with a free-market, although we could buy and sell whatever we want, those who make, who work for others have no freedom, they are forced to work tirelessly or face death, they are slaves of the rich, as what we would become. Whereas in a communist society, there is forced equality, you do not have the opportunity to rise above others or fall below others, you are stuck inside of a equilibrium. With laws, we can punish those who do wrong, but with laws comes the opportunity for injustice, without justice, there is no injustice. In a world without laws, we do not have the freedom of luxury, to relax inside of laws, as life would be a constant battle to survive, as it is now in lawless countries.
We are irrational cre
Raptor Jesus' Bible.In the Beginning, God created the heavens and the Earth. And we all know the story from there.Raptor Jesus' Bible.7 years ago in Humor More Like This
In the Period of Cretaceous, God grew distasteful of the Dinosaurs' wicked ways. (Actually, after a few billion years He was royally Bored and wanted to screw with the most intelligent life-forms available at the time.) So he descended unto a Virgin Raptor and made her lay a single egg.
This was long before anyone ever figured out the connection between mating and babies, so no one really gave a damn.
God commanded the virgin raptor to name her son Jesus. And so she did.
Jesus hatched, and his hatching was marked by a volcano erupting and wiping out the nests of nearly all other raptors. When He realized this, he promptly ran away and wandered in the desert, living a raptory life for 18 years, until he turned 32.
Raptor Jesus returned, gathering Thirteen followers of all species, and they wandered around doing stuff, fighting evil, and saving Prostisaurs. (That's their story and their stickin
Learn to loveLearn to love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her head resting in the hollow below his shoulder. Her legs bent, lifted from the bed as she sighed. His arm wrapped around her, holding her safely against him. She smiled, looking up at him as he spoke, his hold tightening occasionally as they lay together. She'd always loved when they could do this. Lay on his bed together and forget the world while they shared their problems.
They understood each other; their words, their actions. It all made sense in a way neither could comprehend and neither would give up. She rolled, curling into his body as they continued to talk, relaying their days, as was usual for the two. Not able to help herself, she smiled and kissed his cheek gently before nuzzling into his neck.
He chuckled but leaned into the touch, resting his lips against her hair as she stayed curled into his body. They continued to lay in silence after they'd finished purging their emotions, content to lay in silence, the last words they'd spo
Mississippi LifeMy Early MemoryMississippi Life11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't like the Mississippi earth. It was red, not brown, like earth was supposed to be. It seemed parched and crumbly, not sodden and soggy. However much I tried to kick it off, it clung defiantly to my new Barbie boots. Even the walk down our drive had ruined them.
The school bus waiting outside our gate was yellow and American. I clutched my sister's hand as she climbed on, dragging me behind her. The other children returned my frank gaze. I had never been to school with boys before.
I can't remember the bus drive through the Mississippi sunshine to Park Elementary School, Oxford. I have a vague recognition of a flag drooping in the stuffy air, and wondering why it was not flapping. Flags always flap in London, I thought with disdain. Once inside we were shown to our classrooms by a tall girl with a swishing blonde ponytail and sparkly blue brac
Me, You and ShoesI saw your shoes the other day. It was just a glimpse of them as you went through the door, but it was enough. Funny, there must have been fifty people around. It's been years and my subconscious can still pick you out of a crowd.Me, You and Shoes4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I wasn't sure it was you, though. That's why I'm eating lunch on this bench. I was checking to make sure it wasn't just my mind playing tricks on me, digging up old stuff I thought I buried behind everything I tried to make new in my life. I used to follow guys in orange coats down the hallway, praying they'd turn around and be you. I always felt foolish when they weren't, but it took me months to break the habit. I wanted to make sure I wasn't suffering a relapse.
Of course, it was you. God loves to pretend he's one of those strangers who have a nasty habit of returning things you tried your hardest to lose.
You didn't see me. But then, y
Napoleon BonaparteThere he is, his majesty, in all his glory. The emperor of France and of my heart He just came back from Russia and he's announcing the new strong alliance to Russia. Russia is going to help make alliances and take over Europe.Napoleon Bonaparte9 years ago in Humor More Like This
"I will become Emperor of the world! France will be the capital and the place I will rule from! The whole world will be ours and they will all want to be France! France will rule over the rest of the world!" a roaring cheer broke out all around me, and I was the loudest. Not only did I scream my joy to the news and my loyalty to Napoleon and France, but my love for him. My undying love for him. Unlike that Josephine who had him and couldn't even give him a child. That whore who opened her legs for all nobility and already had children couldn't even produce an heir. She was rotten to the core and it must have finally affected her physically. Then there's that archduchess Marie Louise of Austr
365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
1. I love how you always make me smile
2. I love how you always make me laugh
3. I love the way you inspire me.
4. I love how cute and adorable you can be
5. I love the kindness that you show
6. I love how I can always be there for you
7. I love how you can always there for me.
8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in
9. I love how open-minded you are
10. I love your gentleness with me
12. I love how you take my breath away.
13. I love thinking about you
14. I love how sweet you make my dreams
15. I love hearing your laughter
16. I love it when you smile
17. I love you still when your angry
18. I love you still when your sad
19. I love you still when you're a mess (though you'll always be beautiful to me)
20. I love the way you feel
21. I love the way you hold my hand
22. I love the way you smell
23. I love gazing into your eyes
24. I love the sound of your sweet voice
25. I love how much you've taught me about life and myself
26. I lo
How to be a True Fan1. Merch Does the object of your obsession have merchandise? Yes? Good. Make it your job to own every available piece of it. If you don't own every piece of available merchandise, you aren't complete. In fact, you won't have a functioning life because there will be a large gaping hole in your chest where that missing merchandise should be. The hole will be so mind-rendingly large that your mother, your best friend, your car, your dog, not even your smoking hot girlfriend will be able to fill. Also, the hole and stinking lumps of meat that surround it will be gradually eaten by the nastiest of flies until you do find something to plug it up with.How to be a True Fan5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
And cement will not work.
Make it your job to become a next-gen treasure hunter and send yourself on a never-ending quest to acquire all existing bits of said merchandise to plug that hole before the fly eggs do. Yes, even the Japan-release only ones.
2. In the Beginning A true fan must also have been alive wh
Where is God ?where is God ?Where is God ?3 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
God is where one Believes- Faith is alive.
God is where one Hopes- Hope is alive.
God is where one Loves- Love is alive.
My Really Long Webcomic GuideMy Really Long Webcomic Guide5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Jenny's Really Long Webcomic Guide
I have been getting quite a few emails and questions about starting up your own webcomic, so I decided to compile all the articles I'd written before into this one comprehensive guide.
This massive wall of text has several sections:
- How to start
- Getting the story started
- Readership & research
- The Internets!
These are my own guidelines, based on my own experiences, and these are my solutions to the problems and issues I have encountered along the way. This is not necessarily the one true way. There are probably many different solutions to any problem. And a bajillion books on this very subject too. But regardless of what I have to say, do what works for you!
So take your bathroom breaks now, because you'll be here for a bit! Sit tight and enjoy my blathering!
Part One: "How do you start a webcomic?" A Short Question... with a big, long, friggin' answer.
Okay, a l
Fan Fiction for the UnconvincedThis is an attempt at an informal essay on fan fiction, by a middle-aged woman who reads and enjoys fan fiction. It won’t really be a balanced argument—I will be concentrating more on what I see as the positive aspects of the genre. I’ll be using mainly examples from the Sherlock fandom, that being the fandom I’m most familiar with. (There will be some spoilers, especially for series 3, so if you haven’t seen the series yet and you intend to, it might be wise to give this essay a miss.)Fan Fiction for the Unconvinced2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why do I read fan fiction? The basic reason is exactly the same reason I read anything—some of it is of astounding quality. I think fan fiction is often saddled with the image of being written solely by beginners and being uniformly terrible. But it’s like any other kind of fiction. You have beginners, you have the competent, you have the talented and experienced. The very best fan fiction writers write at a professional standard; the very best sto
rocknrollaPeople ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.rocknrolla6 years ago in Horror More Like This
How Not to Tell a StoryAfter being on DeviantArt for a few years now, I've noticed patterns in people's stories. Patterns, that I can't say I've ever seen until I started using the internet. I believe that's because these kind of patterns are thoroughly unprofessional. The pattern in short is this:How Not to Tell a Story3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Character = victim
Plot = bad things happening to said victim
Maybe this sounds harsh. It's not if you understand that is ALL there is to these stories. They take any character, hurl them into a tragedy and that's it.
Let's get this straight: We do not know your character well enough to care about them yet. No matter how bloody and gutty their injuries are, no matter how many of their family members are deceased, no matter what their boyfriend did to them, no matter what kind of disease they have, WE. DO. NOT. CARE!!!!!
These kind of things are sad in themselves, but WHO is this person we're supposed to feel so horrible for? Establish THAT. It should be your absolute FIRST priority: no exceptions.
No more pasting
Writers 100 Theme Challenge1] BeginningsWriters 100 Theme Challenge7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The damage you had done"I run a mount to meet youThe damage you had done4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I knew the storm had come
I felt the rain on your face
And the damage you had done
I know what you're thinking
This will never be the end
And when the storm is over
You won't see me again
I felt Tempest before I saw her. She wasn't in control of herself, that much was certain. She didn't know the true extent of her powers. I tracked her disorganised thoughts though the city, trying desperately to block out the people around me. The constant background hum of life. I knew I would be too late the moment I felt the first drop of water on the back of my neck but still I ran.
Tempest knew it would be too late too. I could feel her panic. Her frustration. Her guilt. I thought the guilt was the worst until the screams came.
The silent screams. It feels strange to describe an emotion as a scream, but there really is no better way. It was painful. The confusion of the masses. The calm of the insane. The curiousity of the innocent.
I turned the corner and s
The Goblins of MagoniaIn the trees do they see and watch. Climbing about with tentative claws, and gliding on wings and hollowed bone.The Goblins of Magonia5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They are the goblins, children of the wood spirits, and cunning rivals of the Dwarves.
When seen under the seeping lights of the canopy, they appear like human-bats save their wings reach from elbow to thigh, color ranging from the amber of tree sap, to the green of emerald Spring. Their fur is brown and coarse, like the bark of their patron spirit, and the skin beneath is usually that of pale, clammy greens, such as the roots of saplings. They stand hunched over, like chimps, yet have eyes that glitter with wit and intelligence, their long, three fingered hands able to grip tight to their tools and to their place atop the heights of the forest.
Given knowledge by the Trents, their roots deep within the history of the world, the Goblins craft wonders via the branches, leaves and moss within their homelands, using the power of the Wyrd to forge things of numerous ability. Suc
The Strange Case of Doctor Roger Atkinson ch.1The Strange Case of Doctor Roger Atkinson ch.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Strange Case of Doctor Roger Atkinson
One Man’s Perilous Foray into Human Duality
Chapter 1. Introduction
I was contacted by telephone to confirm the corpse of a deceased man, around 8 PM on Thursday, June 18. Since people had been dying strangely all throughout Leeds that year, he could have been anybody. As I confirmed upon first sight, he was the imminent scholar and biochemist Roger Atkinson. Professor Atkinson had only recently returned from Paris, France where he had enrolled in a last course at Sorbonne. I was both sad and puzzled about his demise. I was sad because I knew him since secondary school and we were friends for a long time. I was puzzled due to his condition. His garments appeared tattered but his body showed no signs of physical violence or struggle.
I arrived at the site of his demise, which was an old public house in the east end of the town, at 8:30. Therein, I met Constable Joseph Wa
People are stupid...Humans are naturally extremely hostile, monstrous beings. And I say that not on personal bias... but on the back of science.People are stupid...2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
So before you bible huggers cry "Blood for the blood god!" let me explain that it is through this hostility that we grow, because until we grasp the fact that we will never grasp true perfection is the day we finally take another step foreword.
You may or may not have noticed this, but humans are a rapidly growing element of earth's ecosystem. Since humanity's hardscrabble beginnings many thousands of years ago, all the way to the sophisticated complexity of today's sprawling mass of Other People, the human population on earth has been growing. Not consistently, not steadily, but relentlessly nonetheless. As species go, we are currently jaw-droppingly successful. In other words, there are more and more of us all the fucking time.
Stupidity has not hurt us one bit. We were stupid a long time ago, we are still stupid, and yet we continue to reproduce enormously suc