the invisible wounds of warhome is so different when you'rethe invisible wounds of war11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing behind the wall;
i wonder of the people who
live/will live in that house now as i
stand yonder on the neighbor's
my face illuminated in a yellow
i wonder if they'd listen to my winding
stories; the nights i'd scream
back at my parents as they screamed
at each other -
the tornadoes and storms that ripped
through the back yard, leaving us untouched
but devastating others -
the christmas and easter mornings, good
times and bad, dreams and heartbreak
and so much cigarette smoke staining
the walls and my lungs.
(we were a good american family with
good american values and traditions,
i wonder if they'd listen to my twisting
roots, sitting calmly as i'd tell them
of the horrors of standing naked
in front of my mother to have her tell
me my body was wrong.
i've always been told that people
abuse in myriads of ways, but never
that the walls of my old home
would abuse along.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung wordsYou're Not A Poet6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
Scarificationblood oranges areScarification1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
LOSTPONY.txtLOSTPONY.txt3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As you may know, I bought a new computer last December, due to my old one overheating and the hard drive exploding. I have a new one now, and I feel I'm ready to tell
you the real reason it crashed.
November 30, 2011
I really like the show "My little Pony: Friendship is Magic" it calms me down and the plot is simple and requires no cognitive work to fully understand. However, I
was beginning to get bored of the season 1 episodes, so I decided to surf the web and look for some more season two ones. It took a good while of searching, about two
or three pages of google, but eventually I found an episode titled "Season 2 pilot: My Little Pony Friendship is magic: Legend of Lostpony".
Just then, a flashback occurred. Does anyone remember that My Little Pony storybook? the one where Mintie, Pinkie Pie, Wysteria and Rainbow Dash were all having a
sleepover and telling ghost stories? I remember buying that book when I was 7, when I was into the original My Little Pony dolls. The story used to
Something's WrongIt was a warm, bright Sunday afternoon. Very much like most Sunday afternoons, actually, save for the key difference that made it unlike other Sunday afternoons. This difference being the small child standing alone in her bedroom, as opposed to running around and savoring the last of the weekend.Something's Wrong2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She couldn’t have been more than four or five years old; her clothes, mismatched and clashing (she’d dressed herself that morning, she was a big girl now!), bore stains that told of a healthy and active routine. None of that seemed to match the mood hovering about her now. She stood there, peering intensely into a glass bowl perched on a table in front of her. Within the glass bowl floated a single, solitary goldfish; it’s vacant eyes staring blankly outwards.
The goldfish was dead. It hung upside-down in its bowl, lifeless. The girl continued to stand there and look at her beloved pet, trying impossibly hard to grasp what had happened. She couldn’t quite und
Bones mend, but tell no lies.You have cataloged your scarsBones mend, but tell no lies.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like your body is a library-
to be read through &
You think of
all the little boys
whose greedy fingers
You are angry-
cared for you
They left you
on a shelf
to gather dust.
should you ever
Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing oldi.Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing old2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coupons and sales magazines
have become more than just junk mail
and the holes in my pants
seem more patchable
and I wonder just how much
my sparse jewelry would fetch
if I said I saw the face of Jesus
in the glimmer of my pearls.
I am beginning to miss the sea I grew up on
so much that I will read bad poetry
just for the mention of a salty ocean breeze.
I feel landlocked and sometimes I'm afraid
that I will never see the world
until I have retired from it.
Faith says her life is full of asking.
I wish mine were full of answers,
but I too have many questions
and only Time will answer them for me.
My mother just turned sixty
and her eyes when she looks at herself
in pictures from the '70s
makes me realize
that my time, however long,
Fingernails, Please“Fingernails, please.”Fingernails, Please4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The girl smacked her gum, fussed with her hair a little, and turned her attention back to her phone. After a few seconds she glanced up again, clearly irritated: “Well?”
“Right. Um.” Thomas suppressed the urge to look at the fingernails she was currently wearing. “Color?”
“Green. Do you have something in a sort of limey chartreuse, maybe?”
“Uh, yeah, the list's over here –” But his customer had turned her full attention back to the phone, and was clearly ignoring him. Thomas cleared his throat. “Do you want lime, or chartreuse?”
“Uh... yeah, lime. Sure.”
Thomas winced. The long ones were always worst. “I'll be right back.”
He had 18 mm lime in stock, still in their larval stage, pale and wriggling under the blue light of the stasis chamber. He tried hard not to look at them too closely as he de
The Lion King is not a kids' filmThe accurate category for it is: a family film.The Lion King is not a kids' film2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The main reason why I wish to discuss this topic is that people who think of this (and Disney classics in general) as kids' films, judge and try to tell off people who hold these films in adult standards and discuss them in depth and seriously.
I will dig into The Lion King specifically later, but first let me start with a general look into the topic.
This article is not meant to offend anyone, but merely to offer another point of view.
I think the three main reasons why many people put these films down as nothing but kids' films, are:
1.) It's from Disney.
2.) It's animated/cartoon.
3.) It has (anthropomorphic) animals as characters instead of humans.
But come on, now. Would you stop and think for a little longer than that, please?
Yes, this film was produced by The Walt Disney Company. But whenever has animated characters and stories created in Disney's name, been suitable only for children or even mainly? They've had aspects and
Queen Chrysalis' Return -Ch 1Queen Chrysalis' Return -Ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warning, the following contains spoilers for the Royal Wedding episodes.
As the Changelings began preparing for a feast upon the population of Canterlot, all chaos broke loose. Ponies fleeing every direction, looking for a way to escape the insect like creatures that were chattering excitedly just behind them, forcing them to rush past their physical limits to find safety. The exits of the city were left unguarded. With the shield shattered, any pony could leave in addition to the assailants getting in.
One pony in particular was already at the Western exit by the time the shields had been broken down. Several others joined her; after witnessing the Queen of the Changelings, Chrysalis, viciously take down their dear Princess, many of the attendees of the wedding quickly began to flee. Once the pulsing violet protection spell shattered, the frantic Equestrians waiting at the gates bolted from one of Canterlot's exits. Other groups of ponies rushed out in a hysterical group from t
How to Own Your WolfabooThere is nothing wrong with wanting to protect an animal, namely one that you love, but please do not spread lies about it.How to Own Your Wolfaboo4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Statement #1: Wolves have never attacked people before.
Truth: Has teeth, will bite! You cannot exclude captive wolves from this sort of statement. Any predatory animal can and will bite under the circumstances. There is plenty of documentation that shows wolves have indeed been known to attack humans, including the natives. This is, of course, taking into account rabid, healthy, provoked and unprovoked wolves. But the main focal point being that wolves HAVE attacked people before. One of the most famous pieces of literature documenting wolf attacks is Wolves in Russia by Will N. Graves and Valerius Geist.
Statement #2: Ok, but there has never been a documented case of a healthy wolf killing a human in North America.
Truth: There are in fact two that recently happened over the past 6 years, Candice Berner and Kenton Carn
Opinions on making a decent wolf comicAs a lot of deviants here know, dA is flooded with wolf comics. There are so many wolf comics it's almost impossible to counts how many different ones there are, and sadly many of these are left unchanged.Opinions on making a decent wolf comic2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Now don't get me wrong. There are some wolf comics that are actually interesting worth reading. The same, however, cannot be said about the majority. When it comes to wolf comics, it's usually the same plot, story, setting, characters, Wolf's Rain remake, and other things that make a wolf comic unoriginal and make the reader bored within the first couple pages. Well I'm going to offer some opinions and insight to at least improve on your comic and maybe get some more readers.
Bear in mind I have never drawn a wolf comic but I have noticed many mistakes which often kill any entertainment they try to provide it's readers.
1. Put time into your art
This is a no-brainer. The key to getting someone to click on your comic page while scrolling deviantart is obviously to make your pag
Nightfall's Prophecy - Ch. 17The two cats padded swiftly across the moor. Eventually Tallstar glanced back at her. "Nightfall?"Nightfall's Prophecy - Ch. 173 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nightfall sighed and looked away despondently.
Tallstar blinked in surprise. "Well, we're here. Just try and catch something. I'll watch and see where you're going wrong."
Nightfall nodded and headed up the side of a hill. When she reached the top she glanced around, trying to catch any movement in the grass. Eventually she spotted a little brown shape and recognised the distinctive ears of a rabbit above the grass. She stalked quietly towards it. Suddenly the rabbit stood up on it's hind paws and glanced around. Nightfall took her chance and darted towards it.
The rabbit spotted her early and made a break for it.
"Mouse dung!" Nightfall cursed under her breath, skidding on the wet grass and pelting after the prey.
She chased the rabbit over the next hill. By the time she reached the bottom the rabbit was far ahead and Nightfall was worn out.
She regained her composure, breathing he
Lion King - Shadowland ScriptLion King - Shadowland Script10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
EXT. PRIDE ROCK - NIGHT
NALA exits Scar's cave after a very disturbing incident with him. She walks out onto the edge of priderock and looks down. The land has been decimated. The ground is cracked and dry. Dead trees line the sight. Hyenas are sitting in the middle of this laughing and joking as if nothing is wrong.
MUSIC FADE IN - SHADOWLAND
Fatshe leso lea halalela
Fatshe leso lea halalela
Camera looks back to NALA. Her head bows and she begins to sing. The camera circles for the first
(The camera begins to circle around her, starting with a close-up of her face)
The leaves have fallen
(Camera moves to an over the shoulder shot of NALA looking out into the pride-lands. She steps forward)
This shadowed land
This was our home
(Head bows and she jumps down to a set of rocks and stands)
The river's dry
The ground has broken
(She jumps again and lands on the ground in the middle of a resting and depressed group of lionesses)
So I must go
Now I mu
Moot - IntroductionMoot - Introduction8 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
When Moot was a young bat, he bathed in the love of his colony. Warm wings wrapped around him to welcome him into this world, and whenever he was down or hurt. He even had begun to fall in love when he was no longer a pup. But now... Now he knew neither that warm wing touch, or even the voice of another of his kind. His descent into isolation began when he stumbled into a sparrow who was hiding from a hawk. He had landed in the fruit tree to nibble on a yet-ripened pear when he noticed the shivering wide-eyed bird huddled in the shadows. Normally bats and birds do not mix, for bats think of birds as 'The Devourers', even the smaller ones such as this sparrow. Moot knew this couldn't be so when he met the poor frightened sparrow. So he spoke to the bird, and found out it had a name. SHE had a name, and it was Muniya. Moot comforted Muniya, and convinced her it was safe to fly ho
Just Too Late...Nightfall paused at the top of a large hill and gazed down. There was a lake far below, forest surrounding the most of it, with a large expanse of moorland. It looked like the exact sort of place where the clans would have settled.Just Too Late...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rejuvinated with a burst of activity, Nightfall raced down the slope and headed for the moorland. If WindClan had made a camp here, that would be the place where they'd make it. She couldn't wait to see her Clan again after so long - it seemed like seasons since she'd been caught by the twolegs, trying to rescue Greystripe. For all she knew, it probably was.
After walking for most of the day, Nightfall finally came across a dip in the ground. She was sure she could see shapes moving around in it. This must be the WindClan camp.
She dived down the side of the hill and headed for the camp. She skidded to a halt just before she reached the entrance; the place definitely smelt of WindClan. She felt a short wave of nervousness. Would her clanmates me glad
The WolfWatching the dead elk carcass,The Wolf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the alive, healthy deer,
It's an easy decision,
He wouldn't go for the healthy one,
Just to feel the 'freedom',
Or the 'hunt',
He'd simply go to the carcass,
And feed his family,
He wouldn't risk his life
Chasing something he could
Easily bend down and eat,
It's called Survival.
He wouldn't play it like a hero,
He wouldn't jump at a bear,
To get back a meal,
He'd run for his life,
Back to his growing family,
And find something else,
For his family's dinner,
As opposed to risking,
His life, to feel like a hero.
It's called Survival.
As he would look out,
And pick out his next meal,
His eyes wouldn't go towards
That proud, big buck in,
He'd choose something,
That would be easier to catch,
Injured, Sick, or Young,
He'd choose one of them,
To eat and survive,
Not hunt a buck,
To get a feast,
When he could fill his belly,
Without risking his life,
As much as hunting,
Something with defense.
It's called Survivial.
Lost In The Clans -- Chapter 2"Hey, Nightfall!"Lost In The Clans -- Chapter 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Doggeh looked up to see a tabby cat padding across the clearing towards her.
"Hi, um..." she wracked her brains for her increased hours reading the allegiances section. "Onewhisker...?"
"Oh hey, you remembered me!"
"Yeah... I suppose..."
A smaller silver cat padded up next to him.
"Moonpaw?" Doggeh asked.
"Yeah! I suppose once you remembered a few names you remembered the rest, right?"
"Um... ha ha... yeah," she tried to smile.
"Well, come on then," Onewhisker flicked his head in the direction of the exit of the camp. "Let's go hunting!"
Doggeh was seriously starting to get confused here. She was starting to assume that she probably was Nightfall, and had just hit her head and got amnesia. But then how do I know the medical name for it?
It was decided. Things like this just didn't happen. She was just going to be Nightfall from now on.
"Hey," Tallstar purred, padding over to her. "Why don't you go to the gathering tonight? Maybe seeing the other clans will ref
GingaJinketsuKoushi - PrologueGingaJinketsuKoushi - Prologue5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ginga Jinketsu Koushi
A rumble underground grew louder and more violent as it drew near. At first it had sounded like a distant thunder, but as it ripped through the lands the inhabitants knew that it couldn't be. A few trees started to topple, and even the river began to make its own waves. Cracks started to form on the earth's surface as the shaking floor seemed to grow closer and closer towards Gajou, which was the holy structure that belonged to Weed's pack and all dogs of Ohu. The massive palace-like formation was created by an evil bear, Akakabuto, many, many years ago, as well as taken over by a revenge-seeking Harlequin Great Dane just before Weed became leader and now, unexpectedly, it was about to be destroyed by the next mortal enemy of Ohu's pea
Nightfall's Prophecy - Ch. 16After hunting for a while - without success - Nightfall came to a river. She dipped her paw into the water and tried to clean off some of the mud. Then she padded further upstream and drank some of the water. It was cool and fresh.Nightfall's Prophecy - Ch. 163 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Then she heard the grass rustle behind her. Nightfall pricked her ears. Then she jumped swiftly out of the way as Ashfoot came crashing through the long grass and splashed into the river.
"Gah!" she coughed, standing up, the water rising up to her belly fur.
"Sorry," Nightfall smiled ironically. "I slipped."
"I suppose you find this funny," Ashfoot snarled, climbing up the low bank and shaking her fur to try and get the water off.
"That depends," Nightfall said innocently.
By the time they arrived back at the WindClan camp, the sun was starting to set. Nightfall hadn't managed to catch any prey, but Ashfoot was carrying a large rabbit.
"Good catch!" Onewhisker purred, coming over to greet them. He glanced at Nightfall, who stood guiltily, empty-pawed. "No lu
TwilightNeither good nor evil.Twilight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hot or cold?
Can one truly call it a shadow,
or is it the light of an angel,
descending upon the earth?
Neither can it be darkness or light,
for it is the balance of all.
Only can it be seen,
between the others so cold and bright.
Comforting and yet so far from it.
It's like a sin,
before the storm.
Many choose it's counterparts,
Choosing to ignore the balance,
so close to being seen.
There is darkness and light,
but there is also the choice of twilight.
The TamingThe TamingThe Taming5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Laura Barton
A paw lifted up, but quickly fell back into its own print in the ground's dust. Instead of pushing the animal forward, the large paws and legs held the young she-creature firmly in place. Fear bristled fur, hackles raising high over a tense form whose golden eyes watched the other tentatively.
Folded ears lay flat on a lowered head that looked one way, then the other. The ways were clear, wide open and inviting. She could clearly see the tree line, a place of towering safety, what would normally only be a short lope away. Yet, in that moment, it seemed to be getting farther and farther away each time she glanced at it. Her paws remained in place as the fear of running crawled through her flesh, creating notable spasms among her fur as if she were trying to be rid of an insect. It was also causing a numbing sensation
Lost In The Clans - Chapter 4Doggeh twitched in her sleep as something prodded her in the side.Lost In The Clans - Chapter 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Five... five more minutes," she muttered, batting whetever it was away. "Or perhaps ten. Or half an hour."
"Doggyz, wake up," Cat prodded her in the side again.
"Is it Monday already?"
"No, you just need to wake up."
"Orly?" Doggeh tutted, opening her eyes. "HOLY MOTHER OF RICE CRISPIES!"
They were in some kind of large field. The lush green grass waved back and forth gently in the breeze, and the few trees dotted around looked perfect for climbing. There wasn't a cloud in the sky - but for some reason the sun and starts were there at the same time.
"Where the heck are we?" Doggeh asked no one in particular, glancing around.
"Ghost cat!" Granty wailed, pointing across the field.
Doggeh glanced around, hoping this was another hallucination. But instead, a female tortoiseshell cat was padding elegantly towards them, her fur shining.
"And we thought things couldn't get any wierder," Nighty tutted.
"So... are we in StarCla
Critical CareCritical Care3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was full night when the two men and their burden emerged from the tunnels on the outskirts of North City. Darius shoved his shoulder against the mine door they'd ripped open, trying to at least make it look like the thing was still locked shut.
"Help me with the kid," said Heinkel, shifting the unconscious burden off his back. The Fullmetal Alchemist hadn't come around even once since his alchemic 'healing' and over the last hour the lion in Heinkel's blood had felt the thud of the boy's pulse slow and weaken. Darius slipped his good arm around the boy's torso and helped lay him down on the snow.
"We'll need a car."
Darius nodded. "He's bleeding again." The ape-like chimera showed his companion the red smudge on his uniform where he had held the boy. Heinkel nodded and looked around. They were at the edge of a vast flat covered with snow. It had once been fence