Paper HeartsShe tattooed love in a foreign tonguePaper Hearts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On her left wrist
Just so others would ask what it meant.
She sank her teeth into its meaning,
hoping one day the brand would bleed
Its definition upon her skin.
Lingering there, a forgotten kiss.
Lip-stick stained collars,
Little bones wired are ready,
Folded like patterned paper.
Sprinkled every which way.
Sharing herself fully with no one,
She made sure to leave her mark,
On every heart that beat her way.
The MoonriseThe Moonrise4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm proud to be an outcast
But I'm proud to lead the fight
For though the dark is rising
We will always see the light.
I'm proud to lose my body
But I'm proud to lift my eyes
For though the pain is sharper
We will always break the ties.
I'm proud to sweat and suffer
But I'm proud to stand up tall
For though the others stumble
We will always break their fall.
I'm proud to watch the moonrise
But I'm proud to end the day
For though the season's over
We will always find a way.
Mewtastic! (Mew Tf)Ok, that was all the letters and spread sheets done for today. All that was left were the contracts, meeting notes, presentation scripts...Well, just the contracts at the very least; they would take the whole night...Mewtastic! (Mew Tf)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
These were the thoughts running through the head of Mrs Sophie Harper, a married mum of four, and a secretary. She was a business woman first and person afterwards. She certainly looked every bit the secretary of one of the most senior bosses in one of the most senior companies on the globe. Immaculate grey suit and matching skirt, unblemished white shirt, tidy blonde hair tied in a long ponytail and very high heeled black shoes: typical business woman. Of course, there was a problem with being so work minded: Mrs Harper had no time for her kids. The eldest, Mel at 16, was about to sit her exams but she was never there to support her. The next, Josh at 10, always asked his mum to watch his football sessions but she always made her excuses. The third at 5 was Lucy, who had
PMD: Wrath of Omega - Part 1Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Wrath of OmegaPMD: Wrath of Omega - Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Part 1: "A New Beginning."
Narrator: "In the year following the brave Grovyle's ultimate sacrifice to save the time gears, peace eventually came to the land, and a new generation of explorers came forth to continue that legacy..."
(School bell rings)
Treecko: (To himself, while running in the hall) "Man! I'm going to be late to class again. What's the teacher going to say to me this time? (Pauses at the door) I really don't want to know the answer to that question."
Clefable (Teacher): "Number 21, Treecko, you finally decided to join us today. Late as usual I see.
Treecko: "I'm sorry, Ms. Clefable. I just got caught in-"
Clefable: (Interrupts him) "I don't have time for your excuses today. Just go to your seat. I'll have a talk with her mother this afternoon after school."
Treecko: "Yes, ma'am "
Narrator: "That's me. I'll admit it. I was a clumsy Pokémon most of the time back then. Those were some good times. (Scene
PMD-E: A Guide to Writers on Dialogue ver. 1.0PMD-E: A Guide to Writers on Dialogue ver. 1.04 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A GUIDE TO DIALOGUE: PMD-EDITION
Hiya! I'm PF92 (but you can also call me May). As a writer for the PMD-e fan group and a future English major, I notice a lot of different things when I'm reading others' works (and my own!). No one's perfect, obviously, but there are some things that are vital to the writing process (especially in this group) that are being overlooked and underappreciated. Farfetch'd Rank or Chatot rank, a big issue I keep seeing in a lot of different writing works (and occasionally mine ) is dialogue.
As you're probably aware, dialogue's the spoken (or thought!) interaction between your team Pokémon and/or other Pokémon in your story. It's a huge part of the story, and needs to be perfectly balanced in terms of character, story development, exposition, and the like. Because it's so vital, I figured I'd make a guide on it to help my fellow writers I know, I'm probably not qualified to be writing a guide about this, but in writing it and readi
PMDU Dungeon 1: Temporal Travelers - PrologueThere it was. Large, imposing, looming. The arcing doorway carved through solid rock that led into the Basalt Halls. The doorway was dark, shrouding the dungeon within from the two explorers.PMDU Dungeon 1: Temporal Travelers - Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What are you waiting for, Sarah Jane? Continental drift to bring the doorway to you?” the furret known as the Doctor said teasingly to his feline companion. “You’ll be waiting a long time; that sort of things takes thousands of years. I should know…I watched! It was all a very boring process. Now the meteor strike at the end of the Cretaceous-”
Sarah absentmindedly tuned out her partner’s excited chatter as she gazed into the yawning darkness of the dungeon before them. She had a lot on her mind, namely the argument she had with the Doctor this morning. It was what had brought them to where they stood now. It wasn’t that she wasn’t excited by the prospect of getting to explore a dungeon for the first time or traveling to another city. No, ther
The Future of DeviantART?The Future of DeviantART?11 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Over the course of the last 23 months as a deviant, I've seen some things that most others never get the chance to, and I've seen the highs and lows of the community. I've seen the transfer from version to version with the each new August; I've seen what it's like to be a deviant; I've seen what it's like to wear the staff hat as well; I've even seen being banned. But, I ask you this: Why am I still here? What makes me keep coming back here, and supporting this place so strongly? What it is I'm yet to find properly and define, but I know for sure, it's slowly dwindling away, fading into the distant memories of better times when deviantART was simply the best website around without the slightest shadow of a doubt. No'urdays, community seems to be taking a backseat to the corporate ventures the site seems to be undertaking at an exponentially quick rate. With every passing day, a new move towards turning dA into exactly what it is not: a corporation.
When it was founded in 2000, t
The legendary grovyle quote of PMDThe legendary grovyle quote of PMD4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-This is the legendary quote that grovyle will say if you get far enough.-
"All I'd ever known is a future's world of darkness.Coming apon this world...
...and seeing the sun for the first time."
"It was staggering."
"seeing it strenghtened my resolve to turn history away from the future of darkness."-Grovlye
PMDU Sidestory: Getting to Know You, Chapter 1 Chapter 1: Can’t be two places at oncePMDU Sidestory: Getting to Know You, Chapter 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sarah quietly arranged some papers on her desk. She was careful not to ruffle the sheets too much as she placed them in tan bag. Finding and throwing in a few other essentials like pencils and pens, she kept her ears perked for any noise coming from the other room where she knew her partner was sleeping on the couch.
Placing her bag to rest on the chair next to her desk, she silently walked out into the main living space and watched the furret slumber on. The Doctor had his hat pulled down, hiding his face, and his legs and tail hanging sloppily over one of the arms of the sofa. It's so rare to see him sitting still, she mused.
Normally, she never saw the Doctor sleep; he claimed he didn't need as much rest as normal mons did...for whatever reason. But, last night had been rough for both of them. They had both gone to bed, but Sarah barely gained an hour of sleep before she was awoken by the Doctor having a nightmare. It had
Ottumwa ShamanIn Iowa, weeping willows dream ofOttumwa Shaman5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tigers, born in pagan fog, their
Coat of stripes singing shaman
Songs; shrill symphonies of grief.
Heaven tilts, crashes, and we race
The dirt to get away. We drink the
Earth with bullets of air and grow
Dizzy, light-headed from breathing
Some far off flame. Perhaps a poet
Who braved the fog of Ottumwa, and
Caught fire. Every cowboy has his
Six chances before high noon, before
The fog forms wispy jackals to take
Them home again. Every son inherits
An empty gun, six voids to fill with
Answers, skimmed and guessed from the
Covers of books their fathers used
To read. There is no other way.
In sleeping, I have been to Iowa,
And I learned where wiccans go
To make their bed. I do not know now
If I had dreamed the weeping willow,
Or if it had bent low to dream of me.
In Iowa, there is no such truth, only
Depth, and the shaman's song of grief.
IrelandIreland7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I counted the shades of green
in the land of my father's fathers
and set my watch back a hundred years.
I wrapped my tongue,
loosened by rich pints of warm Guinnesss,
around the Gaelic
and got punch drunk on the words of Yeats
Irish eyes and fiddle music.
I found the song of Erin
is a Pan reed boat
lost out on Galway Bay
where bards stitch their words
into fishing nets
and dream of old gods
under the moons of Connemara.
Inexhaustible.Sometimes, I long for the breath of sorrow that once guided me.Inexhaustible.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No longer is the twisting wind and the gnashing teeth of mourning cries guiding my fingers to my pen and my heart to the beat. No longer does my spine twist at dusk tying upon itself as my hands press against the small of my back, pushing my pelvis forward as I arch back, back, back into the great beyond of darkness and light. No longer is my sleep punctuated with awakeness and my days punctuated with sleep. I no longer am curled into the shadow of myself and plucking words from heartstrings that have long since bled dry.
Still, on nights where the moon is hollowed against the backdrop of the sky (nights where the sky is poised like a dagger upon the earth) I hunger for the sorrow that one drove me forward. I hunger for the aching and twisting pain that had pricked my heels until they bled into the cracks and calluses the never-ending fear of myself and the never-ending thirst for tomorrow. I thirst for the n
PMD: Explorers of Sky ch.1*~A Storm at Sea~*PMD: Explorers of Sky ch.16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A strong storm was brewing as lightning roared and shot out from the sky. Me and my partner were traveling through the storm. I was trying my best not to get hit, but with all the rain, a spark of lightning hit me. "Woah! Are-are you OK!?" my partner shouted to me. I was desperatly trying to make it through. Then, I felt my Partners grip slipping out of my hand. "Wait! D-don't let go! Hold on!" I shouted. Both of our grips were getting looser by the secand. "I..I can't..Hold on..!" my partner shouted. Before we made it through, we both slipped out of eachother's grasp. I screamed as I went through and landed on the ground. The storm was still raging as I began to lose consiosness.I groaned in pain from the impact. But....It was'nt a hard landing. It was slightly soft. It felt like..."Sand...A beach." I peaked out one of my eyes and saw waves drifting off the sand. I could'nt move at all. And once again, I began to lose conciosness...
A young Riolu w
AskTheArtist InterviewInterview with *JonasDeRo 11/11/12AskTheArtist Interview3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
<thefluffyshrimp> Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is ~thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *JonasDeRo, a very talented artist and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
<thefluffyshrimp> Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, JonasDeRo.
<JonasDeRo> Hello all, the pleasure is all mine!
<thefluffyshrimp> ~Fisharto asks "Without sharing too much of your ways to making environments how do you come up with ideas for painting?"
<JonasDeRo> Hello Fisharto, good question!
<JonasDeRo> I would say my main source of inspiration is traveling. I love painting but I love to travel even more; seeing cities, towns, nature really inspires me in the first
16.7.1945You can't blame them for what they did, not really.16.7.19455 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their war, ensnaring the most powerful countries in the world and sending millions of their finest young men and women out as if to the slaughter, had been raging for nearly six years. Both sides showed no sign of faltering, entertained no thought of surrender. Something had to be done to break the psychological stalemate. Something that would make men fall to their knees in awe even as their cities and their people disappeared in a flash of white light.
What the scientists and the handful of informed onlookers say today in the desert under heavy rain will never be known by man, for the age of man will end in approximately ten seconds. There was talk that the test be delayed until the storm has passed to avoid magnifying the fallout, but orders came from far above that they need these results now, and when the scientists get an order like that, it would cost them more than their lives are worth to ignore it. They place bets while t
Fallen Illusions Ch 10Eventually your chaperons awoke, then told the driver to stop near a small brook. While they were setting up the tables and chairs, you and Alastair watched the water together. It seemed odd to you to bring such elaborate furniture to a picnic, but you quickly realized there was no way you could sit on the ground in your dress. The process alone would probably send you rolling down one of the hills.Fallen Illusions Ch 103 years ago in Romance More Like This
The mental image of you rolling like a barrel while everyone chased after you was so strange it sent you into a fit of giggles.
"What's the joke?" Alastair asked.
"Oh, um, n-nothing." you replied, trying to control yourself.
"Come on, share." he said, poking you in the shoulder.
Figuring it couldn't hurt, you whispered to him what your imagination had managed to conjure up. To your delight he burst out laughing as well.
"That would be a sight now, wouldn't it?" he managed to choke out as the two of you snickered. "Guess if you start to fall, I'd better catch yo
PMD 2: A New Adventure BeginsPokémon Mystery Dungeon 2: A New Adventure BeginsPMD 2: A New Adventure Begins4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sky glowed pink as the setting sun sparkled over the blue ocean. The gentle waves touched the shore of a small beach where a small figure lay unconscious. She stirred, moaning quietly and feeling the sand under her hands. She tasted salt water and felt a sharp pain in her head. Her breathing was very shallow and weak. She opened her eyes ever so slightly to see the pink and blue sky above her.
"Where...........where am I?" she whispered.
She tried to sit up, but the pain in her head and her chest was too great. She couldn't move and she almost couldn't breathe. Her vision blurred and her eyes slowly began to close,
"I can't.............drifting off........." and her eyes closed, her breathing even more shallow and almost stopping completely.
Meanwhile, at the edge of Treasure Town, three small Pokémon stood in front of a large building: The famous Wigglytuff Guild. The three Pokémon had always dreamed of becoming an e
I Sleep Like DeathI sleep like Death,I Sleep Like Death7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my Dreams in
of what I Want
life to Be.
My Eyes are
my grey Storm
cloud of an
is sucking up
I Repaint blue skies,
to better Reflect
the Truth, and
on the Moors.
I break Bones
as its None of your
Business, and my
Voice is a derisive
The good, the bad, the ugly 1The good, the bad, the ugly 1The good, the bad, the ugly 16 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
oder: Über Ärsche, Pageviews und Daily Deviations
Nicht lange her, dass ich hier meinen Arsch gezeigt habe, und es hat mir Spaß gemacht. Ich hatte meinen Spaß daran, eine Menge Notes zu bekommen, viele zweifelhafte Komplimente und eine ganze Menge Pageviews, mehr als fünfunddreißigtausend Pageviews in wenigen Wochen. Ich hab damals auch unter kissin2bkissed alle möglichen Texte, Gedichte und Geschichten geschrieben, aber die Pageviews kamen vor allem durch meine Fotos zusammen, und vielleicht haben meine Texte damals ein paar mehr gelesen als jetzt - jedenfalls, sobald sie sich an meinen Fotos satt gesehen hatten. Ein paar Frauen fanden mich mutig, einige haben mich beleidigt, und die Typen haben fleißig onaniert und ein paar nette Worte geschrieben, die vor allem darauf hinaus liefen, dass ich bitte mehr und immer mehr zeigen sollte. Dann immer die nervigen Fragen: "Bist das
DarkThere is a plague upon the sun:Dark5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A limitless plenty
have discovered its power,
and have called for an expedition.
They have discovered a treasure,
determined its value,
and are willing to sacrifice.
Now the workers, factory in tow,
siphon the star with steel and scythe.
They breathe very little,
and their hearts are hardly beating,
for they have found a way around
the necessary requirements for living.
Connected to this pillar of insanity,
this factory in the sky,
is a belt.
Long and winding, it is where the bricks are laid:
pieces of the sun, transported back
to be sold and bought,
bargained and dealt,
to feed the freezing people
of the planet Earth.
You can see their fingers,
grasping at the fire,
their arms laden with the lighted cache.
They have forgotten the meaning of a quiet sunset,
falling into the western sky, the red sun making way for a silver moon.
Now, as the men in their suits drink the star like water,
they have forgotten even themselves:
a people drunk on a persistence f
bleeding out.bleeding out.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. there's blood everywhere. it's all different shades of red. crimson, scarlet, blazing ruby. darkened in some places. it's slipping into the water and adorning it pink.
ii. pink. thulian. rose. carmine. puce. (puce is a yucky word, it sounds like throwup.) nadeshiko. coral. persian. carnation. salmon. pink in the water and its slipping out over the whitewashed walls onto the floor and it's going to drip and go through the ceiling like that one time a couple years ago. i hope dad doesn't get mad.
iii. it doesn't hurt anymore.
iv. it's sunshine outside and everyone is smiling. i'm a kid again and the world is all crayons and swingsets and people and i can see butterflies.
v. promise me you'll take care of yourself.
vii. your smile is what's in my head. you had pretty teeth. they were white because you didn't eat the junk food that made me fat you wished you could though. diabetics never have any fun.
viii. i can practically feel my body deflating like a balloo
CarolAmber waves across the seaCarol7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They beckon all to dance with glee
Come not close to the amber tides
Sadly here a ghost resides
Her name was Carol, and she fifteen
When along came a man, handsome and keen
Her brilliant smile and hair spun gold
Brought such fervor of men so bold
He wooed her gently, a smile, a kiss
As Carol floats on the sweetest of bliss
He took her heart with startling ease
But claimed such virtue a tormenting tease
My sweet young dove, I love none other
He begged a kiss beyond her flutter
She gave her virtue to loves desire
But soon his interest spanned the pier
That man made a promise hed never keep
My sweet young dove, Ill die, else weep.
Beyond this fortnight, I shall return,
My love for you shall evermore burn!
And so young Carol made her vow
To wait for him and never prow
Upon the cliff, shed wait all day
Until ships glancea glimmered ray
Each dusk would come; her trapped in game
Lamenting her past, fraught
DBGT: Broly: Final ClashDBGT: Broly: Final Clash11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
DBGT: Broly: Final Clash
By: Jodi Lynn Barrett
© 2004 Original Author of Dragon Ball Z/GT: Akira Toriyama
Broly sat surrounded by darkness. He was in an empty void with nothing but his thoughts. Thoughts of the one he hated most. They consumed him, driving him into insanity. He had lost all reason long ago. He could always feel the energy of the one who had driven him mad, the one who had sent him to this place. Broly couldn't rid himself of this person. He was always there, in his thoughts, taunting him. Pent up anger had been welling inside him for all these years, yet he could not do anything about it. Recently, the thoughts had overwhelmed him to a breaking point. He had endured them long enough.
Broly grabbed his head and screamed. His scream echoed through out Hell. His energy cut lose and swarmed around his body. He was soon engulfed completely by a green light. The very walls of Hell were shaking. The ferocity of his energy incinerated everything it touc
Mindlessly.....Mindlessly.....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have wandered this forest
Mindlessly searching for the end
I have fallen,
Stumbled and cried
Behind each tree a new stare
Each sound echoes
Endlessly searching for the end
Walking in circles
Each figure a figment in my past
Not everything stays the same
The days seem longer
The air seems clearer
Some days I think I will find the end
Break from this dark
Emerge a new person
My life, my own
My heart, for you
Only thing is
You need to find me
I'm here waiting
Just say when