The Winter Gift
There once was a young woman named Lucretia who didn't fit in well with the people of her village. She loved to wander the woods by herself and sing. She also had a tendency to talk to herself and she wasn't good at weaving or cooking or any of the other skills that were valued in a woman, so she was often called an oddity and people would treat her as such. She acted as if this didn't bother her but she could never shake the feeling of being alone and unloved. On one winter's day, Zeus was traveling though the skies when he heard a sweet, haunting sound. It was a woman singing.
"I must find the owner of that voice." He whispered enchanted.
Down into the woods he glided as a cloud of mist. He followed the voice to a tree where Lucretia sat. There he stayed, quietly listening to her sing of love and want. Then she stopped and sighed.
"Mother and father are right I guess. I will never find love. I could try and act like a normal girl but why should I loose myself for love."
Zeus was amus
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Last Ride"Ticket, please."Last Ride2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The man sighed in irritation. "Ticket. Please."
Blinking his way out of his daze, Danny searched his pockets. "Wha- I- I don't have a... ticket."
Danny watched the man silently as different expressions crossed his pale face. "Listen, kid. I don't know how you've gotten here, and I don't really care. What I do care about, however, is. Your. Ticket." He hold his hand out as a silent command. "Without it, I can't ride this train for you."
Train? Why was he on a train? Danny frowned. For the first time he was here, he looked around properly. Empty, dark blue seats filled the long train car. GZ1056, a sign that hung above him said. No paper, no used soda cans, no unidentifiable goop lying on seats. Way too clean.
Then he gazed out of the window.
Dozens of them. Ghosts. Dozens of ghosts. Walking, no, more like floating around, waiting on the platform.
Blue eyes watched in fascination.
"Are you going to give it or not?"
Right. Ticket. This was ser
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On my profile page, I feature a new deviation every day (or two or three), though admittedly I haven't been so good about that the last few months. The piece is usually something that caught my eye. Could be an amazing digital painting, a fun stamp, a quick photograph that made me smile, perhaps a piece for a weekly theme, whatever. However, it moved me enough to share it with my visitors. Below is a list of the artists which I featured during March-April 2013. I am showcasing different pieces from their gallery in the hope of showing them a bit mor
Time's Apprentice Technical Stuff - Phantasms -Class: WraithTime's Apprentice Technical Stuff - Phantasms -2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Subclass: Spirit Eater
Phantasms are predatory spirits of the Wraith class, Spirit Eater subclass. Despite the dark outlook that surrounds them, they serve a true, necessary purpose to the ectoplasmic ecosystem. They keep the general spirit population from over expanding, moving about and dispersing dense populations of spirits within the living and spirit worlds. In a sense they serve as the spirit world’s wolves. (Though they’re more comparable to wasps in their behavior and social ladder)
They are sentient spirits; varying in personality and appearance as much as normal humans and spirits do. Thus at first glance, one cannot differ a phantasm from another ghost unless it makes its presence known. The primary differences phantasms share are their slitted pupils, venomous fangs, and wraith like scream; t