Melt-8-31-13-Steamy AffairsThe door was unlocked. My mind first jumped to thoughts of burglary, but then I remembered that Jazmine had forgotten her phone yesterday. She had probably stopped by to grab it and forgot to lock the door, but when I saw a pair of her shoes lying by the door, I soundly guessed that she was still here.Melt-8-31-13-Steamy Affairs11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I shut the door behind me and dropped the keys on the kitchen table, then opened the kitchen cabinet and withdrew a large glass which I proceeded to fill with water. I chugged it and refilled it again. I had been working out and as a result, I was tired and very thirsty.
Wanting to see Jazmine, I left the kitchen and searched the living room. No sign of her there. I guessed that she was upstairs, and a small part of me hoped that she was in the bedroom. A guy can dream.
I walked towards the staircase and noticed another pair of shoes at the base of the staircase. They were a pair of white flats. I did not remember Jazmine owning anything like that, and besides they were too small for her
Missing You SomeI cant sleep. Hours pass me by, but they dont touch me.Missing You Some3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yesterday i went to bed at 6 in the morning
Hello, how do you do?
I have being missing you some
So much has happend lately, things you will probably never know
You have being haunting me in my dreams i would prefer you didnt do that
How is your trip? I hope this finds you well
Your dad looks lonely its heartbraking
I work now i need to get money somehow
I find myself with new things i would like to share with you everyday
I often forget them when i sit in front of the computer to write them down
Maybe they're not as important i just wish you were here
Remember Vanilla Twilight?
It was our song last time you went away
You never told him where to find me if I ran away
Luckily i dont plan on doing that soon
You know, the thing about you leaving is that no one can do the job of replacing you well enough for my liking
If you ever have insomnia call me
Even though i dont think you ever will
Your mind is filled with too many nothing's to
RecallingOnce, I forgot my limbs.Recalling5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I left them downstairs because I was in such a rush to get up to the second floor. I didn't even realize my legs were missing until I was halfway up the stairs. "No matter," I thought, "I won't need them for a while anyway." Only when I tried to reach for a paintbrush did I realize that my left arm had done just that, and the right away. Again, I shrugged it off (with only my shoulders) and went about my business.
My business is rather unconventional. There's no elevator in my office building, because I work from home. Thus, forgetting my limbs downstairs would be, as you probably assume, a hassle. And, well, sure, it's a bit of an obstacle, but I can deal with it. I'm still here now, aren't I?
I asked my boss about installing an elevator once. No, he declined without a moment's consideration. Well, how about an escalator? Absolutely not. You see (he told it to me somewhat like this, but I fear that a few words are off), stair-climbing is a virtue. It isn't sup
DW's Guide on Art CommissionsDwwriders Guide on Art Commissions on deviantART (last revised August 2012)DW's Guide on Art Commissions7 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 and look at the title to see when the last update was.
DISCLAIMER: READ ME PLEASE:
All the information in this guide is a recommendation and results will vary.
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 Artists Commission Availability, Rules, Rates, etc
Phase 4: Communicating with the Artist
Phase 5: Developing a Commission Write Up/Description with References
Phase 6: Payment
Phase 7: Give Feedback to the Artist
Phase 8: What You Can Do with a Completed Commission
Additional Tips & Pointers
The Cursed AngelThe Cursed Angel4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Capítulo 0: Prólogo La Pista
Sábado 14 de Septiembre 1:30 de la madrugada (Plaza de Sparda)
Era una noche fría y oscura, como todas las que asolan la ciudad.
Fortuna había cambiado mucho en poco tiempo, lo que antaño fue una ciudad de arquitectura gótica sumida en la doctrina y cultura de la Orden de la Espada, ahora estaba en una espiral tecnológica donde la perspectiva de ciudad tornó a un paraíso robótico. Los edificios eran altos, construidos con metales oscuros y desconocidos, las calles se conformaban de planchas de acero con raíles eléctricos que servían de guía para los vehículos, los parques se cubrían de un manto transparente que proporcionaba las condiciones atmosféricas idóneas para la vegetación, los transeúntes vestían ropas modernas echas de aparatos electrónicos, etc.
En la plaza de Sparda seguía erguido su monumento en piedra,
Sin lugarSin lugar2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tiempos mejores vendrán esa ha sido la esperanza desde que tengo uso de razón ,la motivación que utilizaba para no caer a un punto bajo, un punto sin esperanzas de nada ni en nadie, pero estoy en ese momento sin ánimo de dar un paso más, ya van tantas semanas sin salir de este cuarto, utilizar los últimos billetes que me enviaron mis viejos en comida de microondas y botellas de agua para ahorrar tiempo y comer algo digno porque aunque nunca lo acepte hasta hoy pero la verdad es que odio mi propia manera de cocinar. Pensé que con esto iba a re direccionar mi mediocre vida, pero este intento de salvar todo y de improvisar de la nada un nuevo comienzo solo me mostro lo inminente.
Golpean la puerta. Hoy Es miércoles; lo hace tres veces y se va ; es crista vive en el piso número uno creo q es la única persona que se acuerda que existo en este egoísta
No use crying over spilt bloodThe blood is shed,No use crying over spilt blood2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And now it flows,
Upon the ground,
On which the weeds grow.
For I see what,
No one else can see,
'Cause they say,
They are too busy;
But I don't seem
It all went wrong:
What I had planned;
They all wail
And yell and shout,
But its all gone,
The word is out;
And everyone can
See right through,
What you have done
It was not your cue,
You have made,
All the wrong moves,
And now you'll suffer,
For I've got proof.
Was all a lie,
I didn't expect
Your soul to die
But its no use crying
Over spilt blood,
'Cause I know now
It was already crud!
I don't know why
I was so blind,
I didn't see,
What was behind
That face of yours,
That pretty mask
You had on,
I just had to ask;
But I don't want
To think of it now,
For it might make
Me think how,
It all started
This series of events,
How a person
So easily pretends
LonelinessLoneliness, the silent song of the ones with no voices, the bitter dance of one with no legs. The sound of it: the sound of the wind pushing an empty swing set back and forth. It creaks, does it not? It yearns, does it not? The color of it: the color of faded piano keys. It is broken, is it not? It is neglected, is it not? The smell of it: the smell of a withered rose that has lost it’s fragrance. It smells of what once was, does it not?Loneliness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is it that when I merely whisper the word, I cannot even hear my own echo?
Sheogorath Stops ByPrize for LadyRedDarknessSheogorath Stops By2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The sun was drawing closer to the horizon, sending a mist over the small group and casting a chill down their spines.
"We should not be here," peeped Merrill from under her hood.
Hawke looked down at her, silently agreeing. Varric walked just ahead with Bianca before him. They had stumbled upon the ancient ruins as they explored Sundermount. Hawke had become intrigued because he had never seen something so ancient as the stone walls that now surrounded them. There were symbols etched into the walls that Merrill didn't recognise, and the chance to explore had overpowered him.
He was curious by nature, but now he wished he had gone and come back. They had wondered way too far into the ruins and now the light above the broken ceiling was breaking, which would mean if they couldn't find their way out then they would have to camp there. But the twilight was brining an unnerving feeling over the three of them, and Hawke was starting to curse his curiosity.
ASK the ARTIST Interview - ZombiesmileASK the ARTIST Interview - Zombiesmile2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with Zombiesmile
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview `Zombiesmile, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, Zombiesmile.
Hi, thanks for having me! :3
* Zombiesmile is super excited, oh god! * -*;
~rankirubai asks "In what ways has Shaun helped your art and creativity improve? What kinds of insights on art, character design, storytelling, etc has he given you?"
Before I met Shaun (`endling) I was pretty much on my own when it came to art, looking things up and reading tutorials etc. It's been really hard sometimes.
Nowadays, he's the person I talk to all the time, discussing art and stories and games and such. it's really important to me to have another opinion on my work, especially from someone
Ask the Artist interviewAsk the Artist interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Interview with `loish
~MemoiresDuneFille asks "Loish, what inspired you to become an artist?"
I can't say that anything specific really inspired me. It was more a natural progression. I have been drawing since I was very young and honestly do not remember when I even started doing it, but I do remember always enjoying it and seeing it as my 'talent' throughout elementary and middle school. By the time I had to make a career choice in high school, I decided to do pursue it professionally because I just couldn't stand dividing my time between schoolwork and making my personal drawings. It was torture! So I felt I had to do it in order to stay sane :] That's pretty much how it went!
*merry-zazoue asks "You're doing both animation and illustration, how can you manage to have a good level in both? I'm an animation student and I love illustration too, do you have any advices? Aside working like crazy of course! I'm already doing it ^^"
I think the main reason I do both is because
LonelyMake me whole again, she begs,Lonely6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her eyes wide and weeping
To no one really at all.
Kneeling on grey-green knees
Old pains blossoming up again
She looks into the sky
Swirling emptiness, shades of blue
Empty but beautiful
Just like her.
Her arms wrap around someone not really there
Fingers winding around invisible hair
Grasping for non existent flesh
Wishing desperately for some sort of fulfillment.